NOTE: Any references to High School in the following are intended to be in grade twelve, and all of the characters descriptions are from age eighteen and on. The following is a work of fiction. Any references to real people are places are strictly coincidence. Enjoy!
The wind blew through Will’s jet-black hair as he rolled down his passenger side window and breathed in the mountain air. It had been a year since the boys had made their annual summer trip out to Thatcher Creek, and the first year since they had started College. The year was a rollercoaster for Will, starting his degree in psychology, ending a three year long relationship in the fall, and facing his ever building student loans. This weekend was needed more than ever, and he couldn’t wait.
To his left, driving his fathers silver suburban, sat Edison. Six-two and one-eighty, he was and had been a sturdy man since puberty hit. He was always an ace at any sport that came his way, but had fallen into basketball in grade ten, which landed him a scholarship at Hillford after grad. It was also in grade ten that he met Will for the first time in gym class, and they became instant friends. Although they’d been separated by college, and had made some new friends in their current cities, they relished this opportunity to reconnect in the wilderness. Edison ran his hand through his thick blonde hair and glanced in the rearview mirror at Parris, who currently had a leg up on the passenger seat, and reclined back with a Pilsner in hand.
- Dude, can’t you wait until we get there? It’s like twenty minutes, and I’m not taking the fall for you if we get pulled over.
- If there are cops anywhere near Thatcher Creek, I’ll get on my knees and give you a blowjob right here. Nobody comes here anymore man, chill.
Will smiled back at Parris who drank another sip and leaned forward to pinch Edison’s nipple, and punch him in the shoulder. Parris had met Will back in junior high as an exchange student from Oregon when they stayed at the same house for an entire year. Though it wasn’t without conflict, they shared a bond like brothers. A true mans man, Will signed himself over to the forces when he was 17 and finished the last semester of his final year in Iran. When his unit was deployed and attacked, he returned to America nearly unscathed, and found himself working at a recruitment office the following year.
As Parris let out a belch and laughed to himself, Will couldn’t help but remember how nothing had changed since they’d first met; still a young boy, but in a much bigger, better body, and a shaved head to match. Parris tossed a beer to Will and smiled, eager to get their weekend started. Will held out the beer to Edison with a grin.
- Eddie?
- Ah fuck it, he’s right…nobody knows about this place.
He was right. It had been their hangout since grade ten, when they would convince their parents that everything was above board, and secretly sneak away to these woods, hoarding any porn and booze they could get their hands on for a chance to show off in front of each other. Now they were men, and were even more eager to prove that nothing had changed. Parris stood and emerged through the sunroof as they streaked down the tree-lined highway, his t-shirt straining against his torso in the wind. Just three men, the wilderness around them, and the bond that held them together. Anything could happen.
Once they arrived at camp, they unpacked their gear, strung up their food in a tree, and unpacked the same four-man tent they’d used since they were sixteen, certain it’d be a bit too small for them now that they’d each grown about a foot. Will couldn’t help but remember the smell in that tent after their first night together each weekend. Musky, but not to the point of being intolerable. A mix of sweat and hormones, heat and humidity as they woke with morning wood, stirring to hide their boners from their buddies. He laughed to himself as he tossed his pillow between the two others, three sleeping bags parallel in their cramped tent.
Outside, Parris tossed water bottles and beer into his pack, while Edison donned a red bandana, and slung his own back-pack over his shoulders.
- Ready?
And they were off, down the trail to Thatcher Creek. It was a two-hour hike into the woods that they’d made often, but never seemed to get easier. The challenge was always worthwhile, however, for the icy water of the creek at the end, where they’d spend their afternoon.
The heat of the Montana sun beat down on them through the trees, and within the first half hour, they were already dripping with sweat. Stopping for a water break and to catch their breath, Parris peeled off his white wife-beater and tucked it into the back of his cargo shorts, his arm sweeping sweat from his brow, and his shaped torso glistening in the sunshine. Edison lost his shirt as well, and tossed it into his backpack, drinking water as Will watched him, continually impressed with how his body had grown over the years. His biceps grew ever wider, stronger, his chest growing increasingly massive, and his abs defined. His powerful legs creased at the top of his shorts above a white boxer-brief waistline. He poured his water over his face and through his hair, as Will took off his own shirt and leaned into his bag to distract himself.
- Jesus Eddie, you been working out? Parris chimed in.
- I’m on the team at Hillford, of course I work out! Coach would kick my ass.
- No shit, still getting money from it?
- Paid for everything so far. Mr. Wood hooked me up.
- Wait what? As in Darren Wood?
- Yep, wrote me a recommendation letter right off the bat, got me into the place.
Mr. Wood was their gym teacher in High School, and was the object of affection of most of the senior girls at the school. He was relatively new to teaching, at thirty, with short brown hair, and a sturdy, lean build. Also the coach of the football team, he was sought after by every cheerleader, and had the longest line on yearbook day. What Will had neglected to tell the guys was that he would have jumped at the chance to be in that line along with them, to have a moment alone with Mr. Wood. But given that he had a girlfriend, and was strictly closeted, he settled for admiring him from afar, and sneaking glances into his office attached to the locker room after class.
They started to walk again, Parris leading the pack. He started up again.
- You guys do know he’s a queer, eh?
- Sorry what? Mr. Wood isn’t gay.
Will swallowed a lump in his throat as a series of very specific images raced through his mind, images that he’d thought up in the times after class in senior year, these moments that could get him off in a minute. Mr. Wood under a hot shower in the locker-room, stark nude on the football field, on all fours on top of his desk in the office. But he had a wife, there was no way.
- Okay I’ll tell you guys, but you have to promise you won’t say anything.
Edison looked back and shot Will a ‘yeah right’ look as they kept on along the trail.
- It’s after class right, and I’m out waiting for the bus, but it pulls up, and I realize I forgot my pass in the locker room. So I head back into the school, everything is all locked up, but I see a light from Wood’s office. So I go over, and I’m about to knock, but I hear this moan, like almost a yell. So the doors open a crack, and I push it a bit, and he’s there, totally naked, but with a jock strap in his hand, breathing it in. His eyes are closed, and he’s fuckin’ wanking like crazy, just going to town on his dick, his nuts bouncing all over. His head tosses back and he’s moaning like crazy man, starts fingering himself. I had to run out I was laughing so hard.
Edison laughed to himself as they carried on down the trail.
- Well if that’s true, that’s fucked up man. And you didn’t tell anyone?
- Of course not. And fuck, it’s not like it’s my problem…his deal, right?
- I guess so.
Will’s mind raced with the possibilities of what this meant. Of gym class in grade twelve when Mr. Wood would pace through the locker room to make sure everyone made it to the showers, maybe he had been looking at him. Maybe it was his jockstrap he’d search for in the laundry when everyone had cleared out. Will started to get hard as he walked down the trail, and he thanked god he was at the back of the group.
He’d known he was gay as long as he could remember, had denied it until he was fourteen, tried to change until he was eighteen, and had finally started to come to terms with it last year, when he broke up with a long-term girlfriend. Now, he was eager to explore the world that he’d missed out on for twenty years. He remembered those moments after school with his friends, a Friday night when they’d come over for a sleepover senior year. They’d watch Red Shoe Diaries, or surf the Internet for any kind of free porn they could scrounge up. All shirtless, in boxers, each with a blanket, hands awkwardly manipulating their blankets to hide an erection from their buddies. And as Edison and Parris’ eyes would stay intently on the woman on screen, Will’s would shift to the men on either side of him, seeing them in their element, hard at the sight of any skin, ready to fuck.
He remembered one night, when Eddie stayed over, waking up in the middle of the night to see him sprawled out on the couch, a boner tenting his boxers as he dreamed of some blonde twins tending to his every desire. Will silently moved closer to him, admiring his chest and abs, the hair in his armpit, stubble on his face, a trail that lead down to his boxers. He remembers loosely and deftly undoing the single button of Edison’s boxers, and sliding the fabric around his throbbing cock. His face would get close enough to smell his buddies dick as it pulsed in front of his face, heat emanating from the shaft, his eyes darting back up to his face to make sure he wasn’t about to stir.
Edison smiled back at Will on the trail.
- Almost there!
Will smiled back, and carried on, trying to shake these lusty, humid thoughts from his mind before they reached the creek.
Soon enough, they had arrived. Their packs were dropped by the edge, and shorts thrown off with socks and sneakers, in a race to reach the water first. Edison wore white briefs, something Will was sure he’d picked up in college playing basketball, since he so vividly remembered the boxers he’d worn previously. Parris wore loose fitting blue boxers, and Will had black boxer briefs. Edison crashed into the freezing water, followed by Will who eased himself in. Will dunked himself under, and rose, shaking the water from his black hair, and sweeping it back over his head. He and Eddie turned back to the shore.
- Get in you pussy! They called out to Parris.
- It’s fucking cold you douche bags. I got bigger balls than you, hurts more!
Parris grabbed at his nuts through the fabric, pointing at his dick.
- Bullshit, hurry up!
Edison splashed water up at him, which was enough encouragement to send him swimming their way, only to tackle Edison deeper into the water. The three boys dunked and splashed each other in the water for awhile, eventually tiring out and wading a bit closer to shore. Will sat in the water, resting on his elbows on the river rocks.
- Fuck that feels good.
- Speak for yourself, Parris chimed in. I don’t think my nuts have been this sore before.
- Ditto, I’m ready for sun, Edison added.
They all made their way to the edge of the water, spreading out towels to lie out in the sun and dry off before making the hike back to camp. Wanting to keep their shorts dry, and because of the heat that was reaching its peak, they decided to hike back in their underwear. This time, Will volunteered to lead the pack, avoiding the ridiculous temptation of following either Edison’s tight athletic ass walking in his white CK’s, or Parris’ soaked boxers sliding down his waist as he paced. Before too long, they were back at camp, changed into some new clothes, and building a fire beside the tent.
Parris chopped wood, as Will and Edison leaned back in their chairs and drank beer.
- So Will, how’s Tara doing?
- We actually broke up a little while ago. Actually, a long while ago. Kind of off and on I guess for the past year or so.
- But off now?
- Oh yeah. Yeah. What about you? Any prospects?
- Fuck man, college has been ridiculous. There’s a frat I’ve been thinking about joining up with, they have these keggers almost every weekend, hottest Omega Beta chicks.
Parris added some wood to the fire and joined the other boys, chiming in.
- Yeah buddy, you’re getting laid every weekend, aren’t you?
- Dude, college chicks are horny!
- I believe you man. They don’t let us hook up when we’re on base, so man when I got back I was a fucking predator at the club dude. New girl every night, I swear.
- Nice.
- What about you Will?
Will had been picturing Parris drilling some girl into his bed, sweating and pulsing as he unleashed three months of sexual frustration.
- Huh?
- Any pussy in your neck of the woods?
- Nah man. Not really.
- Really? At college even? I heard the chicks at Trinity are hot.
- I…yeah they’re fine. I mean I guess it’s just not really what I’m looking for.
- Settling down already? Parris grinned at him.
Will’s mind raced. It might have been the five beers he’d slammed his way through since they got back to camp, or the heat of the day, but he was instilled with a new confidence that he hadn’t felt before. These were his friends. If anyone should know first, it would be them.
- Nah. I’m gay. Actually. So…
- Really dude?
Edison looked skeptical. Parris smiled.
- I knew it.
- How?
- Just a sense man. You don’t act like it or anything, I just…kind of figured.
Edison looked deep in thought. Will worried that he’s scared him off. That this would change anything about this camping trip. Would he still want to sleep next to him? Would he feel strange taking off his shirt in front of him? Pissing in the woods beside him? Hugging him before they wouldn’t see each other for another year? Will swallowed a lump in his throat as he realized the potential aftermath of what he’s just admitted. His best friend.
Edison looked up, smiled, and raised his can of beer.
- To new horizons.
Will sighed, and all three of them drank back a few swigs of beer, laughing to themselves. It was out there, it was open, and Will felt more weight lifted from his shoulders than ever before. His buddies knew, and they were alright with it.
Hours passed, as the dent in their 24 pack grew deeper and deeper. As their bodies relaxed, their guards came down, as they always did. A touch of a hand. A touch of a shoulder. A touch of a thigh. They laughed through the evening until night fell, and the fire and moon were all that illuminated their campsite. An hour when the light flecked their bodies and faces in such a way that made everything mysterious, tempting. The heat of the night air persisted, and sweat lightly glazed the brows of all three men, downing beer after beer. Finally buzzed, Edison chimed in.
- You guys remember that day in gym, when Wood caught us fighting after class in the showers, made us stay after school?
Will remembered, he’d beat off furiously that night to the infinite possibilities of the situation. Three naked guys in the showers, senior year, well into the stages of becoming the men they’d be for years to come. Parris had won a wrestling match between him and Edison earlier in gym, and in true form, was gloating aloud as the other guys streamed out of the showers and back to the lockers. The three buddies left, Will averted his eyes between secret glances at the guys’ asses, glimpsing at their dicks, mental notes for later. Parris taunted and teased Edison, splashing up warm shower water, inciting a tackle to the ground, body pressed against body, face on chest, hand on back, thigh on thigh. They wrestled on the slippery tile floor beneath them, in a heat of half playful horniness, and half true competitive testosterone. Mr. Wood paced by the open entrance to the showers, and glanced at the situation for a moment, now smiling a bit in Will’s memory, before he broke up the match and called us all into his office. Pacing back and forth in front of the three young men, certainly planning to get their jocks from the bin once they’d cleared and play out his fantasy of being pummeled by the trio after practice.
Parris replied, snapping Will out of his memory.
- Yeah dude, he was so pissed. Thinking about it now, it was probably a turn on for him!
- Totally man, I don’t doubt it.
Will couldn’t help but stoke the competitive flames that he knew still existed from a couple years ago.
- If I remember, you guys fought about a stupid wrestling match?
- It was only stupid when Eddie over here complained about losing.
- Hey man, I had a sore ankle, I could have taken you any day.
- Oh yeah? Is it sore now?
Parris shot a glance over the fire to Edison, who laughed, and then honstely considered how this could play out. Minutes later, a tarp was laid out on the grass and pinned down at the corners, and the rules were set. First to three pins, standard wrestling, Will made the calls. Shirts were taken off, as the first match began.
Will looked on as Edison and Parris locked shoulders, straining against one another in an attempt to make a move, their powerful arms attempting to out maneuver the other. They were slightly drunk, as made evident by their constant swaying. Edison made a move, and shot his arm out, grabbing at Parris’ thigh and tripping his leg out from underneath him, sending him to the ground, as Eddie drove his torso on top of him, pinning him to the mat. One for Edison.
- Fuck, my hand. Some clasp on your shorts cut me.
A new rule was created, and Will couldn’t have been happier, as the men stripped back to their new underwear, Edison in grey briefs, Parris in another pair of boxers.
The match restarted, and now Parris was back in it, manipulating his body with speed and agility, two things he knew he had on Edison. He had him pinned to the ground, his arm grappling with Eddie’s massive leg, attempting to turn him over, driving him into the ground. His bicep pressed against Eddie’s groin, causing a painful moan to emanate into the night sky. Parris shifted his arm up, grazing Eddie’s balls with his hand as he grasped his arm and turned him over, fully pinning him to the mat. Tied up at one a piece.
The third round began, as Will stood above them, his eyes glued to the scene as he tried to memorize these images that would surely float through his head every night when he jerked off for months to come. Edison and Parris locked in again, and wrestled to the ground, grunting and moaning as they each got the advantage in turn. This was a close match, as limbs clambered and stretched their way around each other. Finally, Edison pinned Parris under his mass of muscle, straddling him, pressing his ass onto Parris’ hips, his hands restraining Parris’ arms to the ground by the wrist. Powerless, and their faces mere inches apart, Parris could feel the heat from Edison’s breath. Both men were feeling the booze, and slightly out of breath.
- Looks like I got my title back.
- Looks like.
Parris smiled, unsure of what he was smiling about. Edison stood, and extended a hand to his buddy, pulling him to standing, as Parris drunkenly stumbled into him. They hugged for a moment, hands feeling each others bodies once more for a moment too long, as they realized they were in their underwear, and turned away from each other, Parris barely realizing that his semi-hard penis already began to tent his boxers. Edison glanced up at Will, who poked at the fire.
- Well I’m exhausted now dudes, I’m going to hit the sack.
- Yeah same man, it’s got to be late. Up to Willow Falls tomorrow, Parris?
- You got it. I’m going to go take a leak boys, see you in tent.
Parris went out into the woods, grasping at his dick, coaxing it into settling down before he returned to his buddies. Edison and Will glanced at one another, grinning a bit, both knowing that they’d seen his hard-on without anything needing to be said. It was something that happened in wrestling. Will could remember watching Casey Reginald, the star wrestler, standing up with a chub after every match, clearly defined in his wrestling singlet that so perfectly defined his body.
They headed into the tent, as Will lost his shirt and shorts, down to his black boxer-briefs. Although his sleeping bag was in the middle, he crawled over to Parris’ empty bag and sprawled himself out in the night air, sure to give Edison as much room as he could. Edison entered the tent through the zipper opening, and collapsed onto his bag on the other side of the tent, grunting. Eventually, he rolled over and closer to Will, now half on Will’s sleeping bag. His hand extended out and touched Will on his stomach in a half drunken stupor.
- Hey man, I’m glad you told us. I think it’s cool.
- Thanks dude, it’s no big deal though.
- No it is man, you’re brave. There are assholes out there.
His hand traced around on Will’s stomach, outlining his abs, moving up to his chest, his nipples. Will wasn’t sure how much of this was conscious on Eddie’s part.
- Not you guys. I knew you’d be cool.
Edison’s hand slid down his abs once more, and rested for a moment under Will’s navel. By now, Will had a full out erection, that could be seen only vaguely in the moonlight streaming in from the mesh opening above them. Will felt the tip of his cock strain against the fabric, and briefly make contact with Edison’s hand. He breathed lightly, and the tense silence between them was palpable. Edison removed his hand. Will closed his eyes, certain that he’d creeped him out, not matter how drunk he was. Then, with one swift motion, Edison grasped at Will’s dick, pulling himself into Will and jacking him fervently through the thin fabric of his briefs, breathing in his ear.
- Is that good man?
Will arched his back and his mind swam with these fantasies coming true. Edisons other hand explored Will’s pulsing torso, pinching his nipple.
- Y…yes. Don’t stop.
Edison raised himself onto an elbow, and moved in close to Will, their lips meeting in the dark, and kissing with the passion of several years of pent up emotion. Their tongues mingled, and Edison kissed and licked his way down Will’s neck, inciting a moan from Will as he persisted with pumping his dick before. Edison too was now hard as a rock, and his large uncut monster of a cock popped up through the top of his grey briefs. Will felt the head of this dick he knew so well from the showers press against his leg, precum slipping down its shaft. In a moment, the men heard the zipper of the tent open.
Parris stood at the opening, and ducked into the tent, a slight grin on his face.
- I thought I heard something.
- Parris, jesus. Sorry….we were just…
Edison stammered back, trying to cover himself with the sleeping bag beneath him.
- …ah fuck.
- Having a little jerk off were we?
Will felt the need to defend his friend.
- It was me dude, I asked him. Sorry, just a little drunk.
- Not drunk enough. Were you jerking him off Eddie?
- Y…yes.
- And did you like it Will?
- Yes.
- I have an idea.
Edison and Will watched nervously as Parris turned back to zip the tent back up behind him, enclosing them all in this small space. What would be fate? Parris knelt between them, and reached into the slit of his boxers, pulling out a sizeable dick, seven inches, and two big balls which swung below.
- I think you should show me what you learned over the years, Will.
Edison chimed in.
- Parris come on, you can’t do that…just because he’s gay…
- Then you can help too. Come on guys, nobody is out here, no one can know. Just guys helping each other out. I might even return the favor.
He grinned at Edison, who shot a look over to Will. Will’s eyes had been peering at his friends pulsing dick which bobbed only inches from his face. He could smell the heat of a days worth of sweat coming from it, and watched as the idea of a blowjob only made Parris’ beast harder. Will caved.
- What the hell.
With that, he moved over, and grasped Parris’ cock with his hand, as Parris lifted his hands up to his head, ready to be serviced. Will admired the dick for a moment, jerking it back and forth in the moonlight, until he felt a hand on his head, beckoning him closer to the dick. Beside him, Edison lay back, his left hand stroking his monster eight inch uncut cock, his right hand pressing Will’s head closer, ready for a show. Will took Parris’ dick into his mouth in one fell swoop, licking and swirling his tongue over the length of the shaft, suckling on the head. Parris moaned and smiled to himself, laughing gently at the pleasure he was getting below. Will’s head bobbed up and down on his dick at a more fervent pace.
- Good lord you’re amazing. Fuck man.
He continued on his dick as Edison pumped at his own rod, bucking and braying as streams of pleasure swept through his body. He extended a hand up to Will and pulled him off of Parris’ dick and towards him.
- Hey man, you’ll get your turn.
- Dude, I have to get some reward from wrestling.
He smiled at Will, who smiled back and kissed his way down Edison’s massive torso, and to his awaiting cock. Rock hard in his hand, Will stopped for a moment to admire this beast, uncut and thick as a can of soup, he could imagine the girls that had screamed their way through the night riding him at school, passing the word to their friends. But now, this was Will’s. For tonight, he could do what he wanted to him. He licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick and slid the foreskin down over the head. His tongue explored all down the shaft and to his enormous balls, as Eddie tossed his head back in delight.
Behind him, Parris had gone into his bag and grabbed one of a few condoms that he carried with him everywhere. He slipped one onto his dick, and placed a hand on Will’s lower back. He looked back over his shoulder.
- Oh god…I’m not sure dude.
- It’s fine man, I’ll go slow. You been fucked?
- Not yet, I guess.
Will smiled and went back to work on Edison’s cock. Parris pushed Will’s lower back down, raising his ass into the night air, and exposing his asshole to Parris’ awaiting rod. He pressed the head onto his ass, as Will braced himself back onto it, wanting to be fucked more than ever. Slowly but persistently, Parris shoved his dick further and further into Will’s ass. Will’s groans of pleasure were muted by the thickness of Edison’s cock which filled his mouth. As Parris began to fuck Will, sliding in and out of his asshole with increasing pace and vigor, Edison placed a hand on Will’s head, and began to fuck his mouth, both men losing their abandon and manipulating their friend between them for their pleasure. Parris reached around and grasped Will’s cock between his legs as they fucked, jerking him off below them, sending waves of ecstasy through Will’s head. The three bucked and rocked their way onward, groaning and grunting as loud as they needed to be, with nobody near their sweaty tent for miles. Parris called out.
- Fuck I’m close boys, fuck.
- Me to man. Edison whispered.
Parris pulled out and slipped the condom off as Will rolled onto his back between the men, jerking his own cock as they knelt on either side of them. Shockwave after shockwave of extreme pleasure as the three guys jerked themselves off to finish. Parris’ hand took hold of Will’s cock and jerked for him, as Edison took ahold of Will’s balls, completely under control of these powerful men. Will grasped their cocks on either side, and jerked them off together, until stream after stream of thick ropey cum shot out of their dicks, across Will’s face, landing on his torso and face. Will took hold of each of their nut sacks as he arched his back, Parris still going to town on his dick masturbating him, and Edison fingering him where a cock had once been.
- I’m going to cum, oh god.
Will could barely speak he was in such ecstasy. Edison lowered himself close to Will’s dick, and position his lips over his cockhead just as Will shot his hot load. What missed Edison’s mouth landed on Will’s stomach, and was quickly lapped up by Parris who’s eyes remained fixed on the subject of he and Edison’s ever growing affections. Covered in cum and sweat, the boys collapsed next to one another, their hands grasping and massaging each other. The tent smelled of sex and men, the musk of a locker room intensified into their tiny home in the forest. As the night air cooled them, they stroked and held each others nude bodies in the moonlight, a feast of the senses as they unwound from what had happened.
The next morning, bright light shone in through the mesh at the top of the tent, and lit the three men delicately as they awoke. Will glanced to his left at Edison, whose body stretched the length of the tent, his head resting on his hands, his now limp, thick cock resting on his nuts, a subtle smile on his face, his eyes still half closed in pleasured disbelief. To his right lay Parris, curled onto his side facing Will, just arising, his dick swung low over his leg towards the ground, his balls nestled between his legs. The heat between them was perfect as they lay pressed onto one another.
The trip to Willow Falls was abandoned as the three men spent the day at the campsite completely nude. Their own utopia in the middle of nowhere, where they could be their own sexual being, and share in the pleasures of manhood. All three knew this camping trip would soon turn into a monthly occurrence.
The wind blew through Will’s jet-black hair as he rolled down his passenger side window and breathed in the mountain air. It had been a year since the boys had made their annual summer trip out to Thatcher Creek, and the first year since they had started College. The year was a rollercoaster for Will, starting his degree in psychology, ending a three year long relationship in the fall, and facing his ever building student loans. This weekend was needed more than ever, and he couldn’t wait.
To his left, driving his fathers silver suburban, sat Edison. Six-two and one-eighty, he was and had been a sturdy man since puberty hit. He was always an ace at any sport that came his way, but had fallen into basketball in grade ten, which landed him a scholarship at Hillford after grad. It was also in grade ten that he met Will for the first time in gym class, and they became instant friends. Although they’d been separated by college, and had made some new friends in their current cities, they relished this opportunity to reconnect in the wilderness. Edison ran his hand through his thick blonde hair and glanced in the rearview mirror at Parris, who currently had a leg up on the passenger seat, and reclined back with a Pilsner in hand.
- Dude, can’t you wait until we get there? It’s like twenty minutes, and I’m not taking the fall for you if we get pulled over.
- If there are cops anywhere near Thatcher Creek, I’ll get on my knees and give you a blowjob right here. Nobody comes here anymore man, chill.
Will smiled back at Parris who drank another sip and leaned forward to pinch Edison’s nipple, and punch him in the shoulder. Parris had met Will back in junior high as an exchange student from Oregon when they stayed at the same house for an entire year. Though it wasn’t without conflict, they shared a bond like brothers. A true mans man, Will signed himself over to the forces when he was 17 and finished the last semester of his final year in Iran. When his unit was deployed and attacked, he returned to America nearly unscathed, and found himself working at a recruitment office the following year.
As Parris let out a belch and laughed to himself, Will couldn’t help but remember how nothing had changed since they’d first met; still a young boy, but in a much bigger, better body, and a shaved head to match. Parris tossed a beer to Will and smiled, eager to get their weekend started. Will held out the beer to Edison with a grin.
- Eddie?
- Ah fuck it, he’s right…nobody knows about this place.
He was right. It had been their hangout since grade ten, when they would convince their parents that everything was above board, and secretly sneak away to these woods, hoarding any porn and booze they could get their hands on for a chance to show off in front of each other. Now they were men, and were even more eager to prove that nothing had changed. Parris stood and emerged through the sunroof as they streaked down the tree-lined highway, his t-shirt straining against his torso in the wind. Just three men, the wilderness around them, and the bond that held them together. Anything could happen.
Once they arrived at camp, they unpacked their gear, strung up their food in a tree, and unpacked the same four-man tent they’d used since they were sixteen, certain it’d be a bit too small for them now that they’d each grown about a foot. Will couldn’t help but remember the smell in that tent after their first night together each weekend. Musky, but not to the point of being intolerable. A mix of sweat and hormones, heat and humidity as they woke with morning wood, stirring to hide their boners from their buddies. He laughed to himself as he tossed his pillow between the two others, three sleeping bags parallel in their cramped tent.
Outside, Parris tossed water bottles and beer into his pack, while Edison donned a red bandana, and slung his own back-pack over his shoulders.
- Ready?
And they were off, down the trail to Thatcher Creek. It was a two-hour hike into the woods that they’d made often, but never seemed to get easier. The challenge was always worthwhile, however, for the icy water of the creek at the end, where they’d spend their afternoon.
The heat of the Montana sun beat down on them through the trees, and within the first half hour, they were already dripping with sweat. Stopping for a water break and to catch their breath, Parris peeled off his white wife-beater and tucked it into the back of his cargo shorts, his arm sweeping sweat from his brow, and his shaped torso glistening in the sunshine. Edison lost his shirt as well, and tossed it into his backpack, drinking water as Will watched him, continually impressed with how his body had grown over the years. His biceps grew ever wider, stronger, his chest growing increasingly massive, and his abs defined. His powerful legs creased at the top of his shorts above a white boxer-brief waistline. He poured his water over his face and through his hair, as Will took off his own shirt and leaned into his bag to distract himself.
- Jesus Eddie, you been working out? Parris chimed in.
- I’m on the team at Hillford, of course I work out! Coach would kick my ass.
- No shit, still getting money from it?
- Paid for everything so far. Mr. Wood hooked me up.
- Wait what? As in Darren Wood?
- Yep, wrote me a recommendation letter right off the bat, got me into the place.
Mr. Wood was their gym teacher in High School, and was the object of affection of most of the senior girls at the school. He was relatively new to teaching, at thirty, with short brown hair, and a sturdy, lean build. Also the coach of the football team, he was sought after by every cheerleader, and had the longest line on yearbook day. What Will had neglected to tell the guys was that he would have jumped at the chance to be in that line along with them, to have a moment alone with Mr. Wood. But given that he had a girlfriend, and was strictly closeted, he settled for admiring him from afar, and sneaking glances into his office attached to the locker room after class.
They started to walk again, Parris leading the pack. He started up again.
- You guys do know he’s a queer, eh?
- Sorry what? Mr. Wood isn’t gay.
Will swallowed a lump in his throat as a series of very specific images raced through his mind, images that he’d thought up in the times after class in senior year, these moments that could get him off in a minute. Mr. Wood under a hot shower in the locker-room, stark nude on the football field, on all fours on top of his desk in the office. But he had a wife, there was no way.
- Okay I’ll tell you guys, but you have to promise you won’t say anything.
Edison looked back and shot Will a ‘yeah right’ look as they kept on along the trail.
- It’s after class right, and I’m out waiting for the bus, but it pulls up, and I realize I forgot my pass in the locker room. So I head back into the school, everything is all locked up, but I see a light from Wood’s office. So I go over, and I’m about to knock, but I hear this moan, like almost a yell. So the doors open a crack, and I push it a bit, and he’s there, totally naked, but with a jock strap in his hand, breathing it in. His eyes are closed, and he’s fuckin’ wanking like crazy, just going to town on his dick, his nuts bouncing all over. His head tosses back and he’s moaning like crazy man, starts fingering himself. I had to run out I was laughing so hard.
Edison laughed to himself as they carried on down the trail.
- Well if that’s true, that’s fucked up man. And you didn’t tell anyone?
- Of course not. And fuck, it’s not like it’s my problem…his deal, right?
- I guess so.
Will’s mind raced with the possibilities of what this meant. Of gym class in grade twelve when Mr. Wood would pace through the locker room to make sure everyone made it to the showers, maybe he had been looking at him. Maybe it was his jockstrap he’d search for in the laundry when everyone had cleared out. Will started to get hard as he walked down the trail, and he thanked god he was at the back of the group.
He’d known he was gay as long as he could remember, had denied it until he was fourteen, tried to change until he was eighteen, and had finally started to come to terms with it last year, when he broke up with a long-term girlfriend. Now, he was eager to explore the world that he’d missed out on for twenty years. He remembered those moments after school with his friends, a Friday night when they’d come over for a sleepover senior year. They’d watch Red Shoe Diaries, or surf the Internet for any kind of free porn they could scrounge up. All shirtless, in boxers, each with a blanket, hands awkwardly manipulating their blankets to hide an erection from their buddies. And as Edison and Parris’ eyes would stay intently on the woman on screen, Will’s would shift to the men on either side of him, seeing them in their element, hard at the sight of any skin, ready to fuck.
He remembered one night, when Eddie stayed over, waking up in the middle of the night to see him sprawled out on the couch, a boner tenting his boxers as he dreamed of some blonde twins tending to his every desire. Will silently moved closer to him, admiring his chest and abs, the hair in his armpit, stubble on his face, a trail that lead down to his boxers. He remembers loosely and deftly undoing the single button of Edison’s boxers, and sliding the fabric around his throbbing cock. His face would get close enough to smell his buddies dick as it pulsed in front of his face, heat emanating from the shaft, his eyes darting back up to his face to make sure he wasn’t about to stir.
Edison smiled back at Will on the trail.
- Almost there!
Will smiled back, and carried on, trying to shake these lusty, humid thoughts from his mind before they reached the creek.
Soon enough, they had arrived. Their packs were dropped by the edge, and shorts thrown off with socks and sneakers, in a race to reach the water first. Edison wore white briefs, something Will was sure he’d picked up in college playing basketball, since he so vividly remembered the boxers he’d worn previously. Parris wore loose fitting blue boxers, and Will had black boxer briefs. Edison crashed into the freezing water, followed by Will who eased himself in. Will dunked himself under, and rose, shaking the water from his black hair, and sweeping it back over his head. He and Eddie turned back to the shore.
- Get in you pussy! They called out to Parris.
- It’s fucking cold you douche bags. I got bigger balls than you, hurts more!
Parris grabbed at his nuts through the fabric, pointing at his dick.
- Bullshit, hurry up!
Edison splashed water up at him, which was enough encouragement to send him swimming their way, only to tackle Edison deeper into the water. The three boys dunked and splashed each other in the water for awhile, eventually tiring out and wading a bit closer to shore. Will sat in the water, resting on his elbows on the river rocks.
- Fuck that feels good.
- Speak for yourself, Parris chimed in. I don’t think my nuts have been this sore before.
- Ditto, I’m ready for sun, Edison added.
They all made their way to the edge of the water, spreading out towels to lie out in the sun and dry off before making the hike back to camp. Wanting to keep their shorts dry, and because of the heat that was reaching its peak, they decided to hike back in their underwear. This time, Will volunteered to lead the pack, avoiding the ridiculous temptation of following either Edison’s tight athletic ass walking in his white CK’s, or Parris’ soaked boxers sliding down his waist as he paced. Before too long, they were back at camp, changed into some new clothes, and building a fire beside the tent.
Parris chopped wood, as Will and Edison leaned back in their chairs and drank beer.
- So Will, how’s Tara doing?
- We actually broke up a little while ago. Actually, a long while ago. Kind of off and on I guess for the past year or so.
- But off now?
- Oh yeah. Yeah. What about you? Any prospects?
- Fuck man, college has been ridiculous. There’s a frat I’ve been thinking about joining up with, they have these keggers almost every weekend, hottest Omega Beta chicks.
Parris added some wood to the fire and joined the other boys, chiming in.
- Yeah buddy, you’re getting laid every weekend, aren’t you?
- Dude, college chicks are horny!
- I believe you man. They don’t let us hook up when we’re on base, so man when I got back I was a fucking predator at the club dude. New girl every night, I swear.
- Nice.
- What about you Will?
Will had been picturing Parris drilling some girl into his bed, sweating and pulsing as he unleashed three months of sexual frustration.
- Huh?
- Any pussy in your neck of the woods?
- Nah man. Not really.
- Really? At college even? I heard the chicks at Trinity are hot.
- I…yeah they’re fine. I mean I guess it’s just not really what I’m looking for.
- Settling down already? Parris grinned at him.
Will’s mind raced. It might have been the five beers he’d slammed his way through since they got back to camp, or the heat of the day, but he was instilled with a new confidence that he hadn’t felt before. These were his friends. If anyone should know first, it would be them.
- Nah. I’m gay. Actually. So…
- Really dude?
Edison looked skeptical. Parris smiled.
- I knew it.
- How?
- Just a sense man. You don’t act like it or anything, I just…kind of figured.
Edison looked deep in thought. Will worried that he’s scared him off. That this would change anything about this camping trip. Would he still want to sleep next to him? Would he feel strange taking off his shirt in front of him? Pissing in the woods beside him? Hugging him before they wouldn’t see each other for another year? Will swallowed a lump in his throat as he realized the potential aftermath of what he’s just admitted. His best friend.
Edison looked up, smiled, and raised his can of beer.
- To new horizons.
Will sighed, and all three of them drank back a few swigs of beer, laughing to themselves. It was out there, it was open, and Will felt more weight lifted from his shoulders than ever before. His buddies knew, and they were alright with it.
Hours passed, as the dent in their 24 pack grew deeper and deeper. As their bodies relaxed, their guards came down, as they always did. A touch of a hand. A touch of a shoulder. A touch of a thigh. They laughed through the evening until night fell, and the fire and moon were all that illuminated their campsite. An hour when the light flecked their bodies and faces in such a way that made everything mysterious, tempting. The heat of the night air persisted, and sweat lightly glazed the brows of all three men, downing beer after beer. Finally buzzed, Edison chimed in.
- You guys remember that day in gym, when Wood caught us fighting after class in the showers, made us stay after school?
Will remembered, he’d beat off furiously that night to the infinite possibilities of the situation. Three naked guys in the showers, senior year, well into the stages of becoming the men they’d be for years to come. Parris had won a wrestling match between him and Edison earlier in gym, and in true form, was gloating aloud as the other guys streamed out of the showers and back to the lockers. The three buddies left, Will averted his eyes between secret glances at the guys’ asses, glimpsing at their dicks, mental notes for later. Parris taunted and teased Edison, splashing up warm shower water, inciting a tackle to the ground, body pressed against body, face on chest, hand on back, thigh on thigh. They wrestled on the slippery tile floor beneath them, in a heat of half playful horniness, and half true competitive testosterone. Mr. Wood paced by the open entrance to the showers, and glanced at the situation for a moment, now smiling a bit in Will’s memory, before he broke up the match and called us all into his office. Pacing back and forth in front of the three young men, certainly planning to get their jocks from the bin once they’d cleared and play out his fantasy of being pummeled by the trio after practice.
Parris replied, snapping Will out of his memory.
- Yeah dude, he was so pissed. Thinking about it now, it was probably a turn on for him!
- Totally man, I don’t doubt it.
Will couldn’t help but stoke the competitive flames that he knew still existed from a couple years ago.
- If I remember, you guys fought about a stupid wrestling match?
- It was only stupid when Eddie over here complained about losing.
- Hey man, I had a sore ankle, I could have taken you any day.
- Oh yeah? Is it sore now?
Parris shot a glance over the fire to Edison, who laughed, and then honstely considered how this could play out. Minutes later, a tarp was laid out on the grass and pinned down at the corners, and the rules were set. First to three pins, standard wrestling, Will made the calls. Shirts were taken off, as the first match began.
Will looked on as Edison and Parris locked shoulders, straining against one another in an attempt to make a move, their powerful arms attempting to out maneuver the other. They were slightly drunk, as made evident by their constant swaying. Edison made a move, and shot his arm out, grabbing at Parris’ thigh and tripping his leg out from underneath him, sending him to the ground, as Eddie drove his torso on top of him, pinning him to the mat. One for Edison.
- Fuck, my hand. Some clasp on your shorts cut me.
A new rule was created, and Will couldn’t have been happier, as the men stripped back to their new underwear, Edison in grey briefs, Parris in another pair of boxers.
The match restarted, and now Parris was back in it, manipulating his body with speed and agility, two things he knew he had on Edison. He had him pinned to the ground, his arm grappling with Eddie’s massive leg, attempting to turn him over, driving him into the ground. His bicep pressed against Eddie’s groin, causing a painful moan to emanate into the night sky. Parris shifted his arm up, grazing Eddie’s balls with his hand as he grasped his arm and turned him over, fully pinning him to the mat. Tied up at one a piece.
The third round began, as Will stood above them, his eyes glued to the scene as he tried to memorize these images that would surely float through his head every night when he jerked off for months to come. Edison and Parris locked in again, and wrestled to the ground, grunting and moaning as they each got the advantage in turn. This was a close match, as limbs clambered and stretched their way around each other. Finally, Edison pinned Parris under his mass of muscle, straddling him, pressing his ass onto Parris’ hips, his hands restraining Parris’ arms to the ground by the wrist. Powerless, and their faces mere inches apart, Parris could feel the heat from Edison’s breath. Both men were feeling the booze, and slightly out of breath.
- Looks like I got my title back.
- Looks like.
Parris smiled, unsure of what he was smiling about. Edison stood, and extended a hand to his buddy, pulling him to standing, as Parris drunkenly stumbled into him. They hugged for a moment, hands feeling each others bodies once more for a moment too long, as they realized they were in their underwear, and turned away from each other, Parris barely realizing that his semi-hard penis already began to tent his boxers. Edison glanced up at Will, who poked at the fire.
- Well I’m exhausted now dudes, I’m going to hit the sack.
- Yeah same man, it’s got to be late. Up to Willow Falls tomorrow, Parris?
- You got it. I’m going to go take a leak boys, see you in tent.
Parris went out into the woods, grasping at his dick, coaxing it into settling down before he returned to his buddies. Edison and Will glanced at one another, grinning a bit, both knowing that they’d seen his hard-on without anything needing to be said. It was something that happened in wrestling. Will could remember watching Casey Reginald, the star wrestler, standing up with a chub after every match, clearly defined in his wrestling singlet that so perfectly defined his body.
They headed into the tent, as Will lost his shirt and shorts, down to his black boxer-briefs. Although his sleeping bag was in the middle, he crawled over to Parris’ empty bag and sprawled himself out in the night air, sure to give Edison as much room as he could. Edison entered the tent through the zipper opening, and collapsed onto his bag on the other side of the tent, grunting. Eventually, he rolled over and closer to Will, now half on Will’s sleeping bag. His hand extended out and touched Will on his stomach in a half drunken stupor.
- Hey man, I’m glad you told us. I think it’s cool.
- Thanks dude, it’s no big deal though.
- No it is man, you’re brave. There are assholes out there.
His hand traced around on Will’s stomach, outlining his abs, moving up to his chest, his nipples. Will wasn’t sure how much of this was conscious on Eddie’s part.
- Not you guys. I knew you’d be cool.
Edison’s hand slid down his abs once more, and rested for a moment under Will’s navel. By now, Will had a full out erection, that could be seen only vaguely in the moonlight streaming in from the mesh opening above them. Will felt the tip of his cock strain against the fabric, and briefly make contact with Edison’s hand. He breathed lightly, and the tense silence between them was palpable. Edison removed his hand. Will closed his eyes, certain that he’d creeped him out, not matter how drunk he was. Then, with one swift motion, Edison grasped at Will’s dick, pulling himself into Will and jacking him fervently through the thin fabric of his briefs, breathing in his ear.
- Is that good man?
Will arched his back and his mind swam with these fantasies coming true. Edisons other hand explored Will’s pulsing torso, pinching his nipple.
- Y…yes. Don’t stop.
Edison raised himself onto an elbow, and moved in close to Will, their lips meeting in the dark, and kissing with the passion of several years of pent up emotion. Their tongues mingled, and Edison kissed and licked his way down Will’s neck, inciting a moan from Will as he persisted with pumping his dick before. Edison too was now hard as a rock, and his large uncut monster of a cock popped up through the top of his grey briefs. Will felt the head of this dick he knew so well from the showers press against his leg, precum slipping down its shaft. In a moment, the men heard the zipper of the tent open.
Parris stood at the opening, and ducked into the tent, a slight grin on his face.
- I thought I heard something.
- Parris, jesus. Sorry….we were just…
Edison stammered back, trying to cover himself with the sleeping bag beneath him.
- …ah fuck.
- Having a little jerk off were we?
Will felt the need to defend his friend.
- It was me dude, I asked him. Sorry, just a little drunk.
- Not drunk enough. Were you jerking him off Eddie?
- Y…yes.
- And did you like it Will?
- Yes.
- I have an idea.
Edison and Will watched nervously as Parris turned back to zip the tent back up behind him, enclosing them all in this small space. What would be fate? Parris knelt between them, and reached into the slit of his boxers, pulling out a sizeable dick, seven inches, and two big balls which swung below.
- I think you should show me what you learned over the years, Will.
Edison chimed in.
- Parris come on, you can’t do that…just because he’s gay…
- Then you can help too. Come on guys, nobody is out here, no one can know. Just guys helping each other out. I might even return the favor.
He grinned at Edison, who shot a look over to Will. Will’s eyes had been peering at his friends pulsing dick which bobbed only inches from his face. He could smell the heat of a days worth of sweat coming from it, and watched as the idea of a blowjob only made Parris’ beast harder. Will caved.
- What the hell.
With that, he moved over, and grasped Parris’ cock with his hand, as Parris lifted his hands up to his head, ready to be serviced. Will admired the dick for a moment, jerking it back and forth in the moonlight, until he felt a hand on his head, beckoning him closer to the dick. Beside him, Edison lay back, his left hand stroking his monster eight inch uncut cock, his right hand pressing Will’s head closer, ready for a show. Will took Parris’ dick into his mouth in one fell swoop, licking and swirling his tongue over the length of the shaft, suckling on the head. Parris moaned and smiled to himself, laughing gently at the pleasure he was getting below. Will’s head bobbed up and down on his dick at a more fervent pace.
- Good lord you’re amazing. Fuck man.
He continued on his dick as Edison pumped at his own rod, bucking and braying as streams of pleasure swept through his body. He extended a hand up to Will and pulled him off of Parris’ dick and towards him.
- Hey man, you’ll get your turn.
- Dude, I have to get some reward from wrestling.
He smiled at Will, who smiled back and kissed his way down Edison’s massive torso, and to his awaiting cock. Rock hard in his hand, Will stopped for a moment to admire this beast, uncut and thick as a can of soup, he could imagine the girls that had screamed their way through the night riding him at school, passing the word to their friends. But now, this was Will’s. For tonight, he could do what he wanted to him. He licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick and slid the foreskin down over the head. His tongue explored all down the shaft and to his enormous balls, as Eddie tossed his head back in delight.
Behind him, Parris had gone into his bag and grabbed one of a few condoms that he carried with him everywhere. He slipped one onto his dick, and placed a hand on Will’s lower back. He looked back over his shoulder.
- Oh god…I’m not sure dude.
- It’s fine man, I’ll go slow. You been fucked?
- Not yet, I guess.
Will smiled and went back to work on Edison’s cock. Parris pushed Will’s lower back down, raising his ass into the night air, and exposing his asshole to Parris’ awaiting rod. He pressed the head onto his ass, as Will braced himself back onto it, wanting to be fucked more than ever. Slowly but persistently, Parris shoved his dick further and further into Will’s ass. Will’s groans of pleasure were muted by the thickness of Edison’s cock which filled his mouth. As Parris began to fuck Will, sliding in and out of his asshole with increasing pace and vigor, Edison placed a hand on Will’s head, and began to fuck his mouth, both men losing their abandon and manipulating their friend between them for their pleasure. Parris reached around and grasped Will’s cock between his legs as they fucked, jerking him off below them, sending waves of ecstasy through Will’s head. The three bucked and rocked their way onward, groaning and grunting as loud as they needed to be, with nobody near their sweaty tent for miles. Parris called out.
- Fuck I’m close boys, fuck.
- Me to man. Edison whispered.
Parris pulled out and slipped the condom off as Will rolled onto his back between the men, jerking his own cock as they knelt on either side of them. Shockwave after shockwave of extreme pleasure as the three guys jerked themselves off to finish. Parris’ hand took hold of Will’s cock and jerked for him, as Edison took ahold of Will’s balls, completely under control of these powerful men. Will grasped their cocks on either side, and jerked them off together, until stream after stream of thick ropey cum shot out of their dicks, across Will’s face, landing on his torso and face. Will took hold of each of their nut sacks as he arched his back, Parris still going to town on his dick masturbating him, and Edison fingering him where a cock had once been.
- I’m going to cum, oh god.
Will could barely speak he was in such ecstasy. Edison lowered himself close to Will’s dick, and position his lips over his cockhead just as Will shot his hot load. What missed Edison’s mouth landed on Will’s stomach, and was quickly lapped up by Parris who’s eyes remained fixed on the subject of he and Edison’s ever growing affections. Covered in cum and sweat, the boys collapsed next to one another, their hands grasping and massaging each other. The tent smelled of sex and men, the musk of a locker room intensified into their tiny home in the forest. As the night air cooled them, they stroked and held each others nude bodies in the moonlight, a feast of the senses as they unwound from what had happened.
The next morning, bright light shone in through the mesh at the top of the tent, and lit the three men delicately as they awoke. Will glanced to his left at Edison, whose body stretched the length of the tent, his head resting on his hands, his now limp, thick cock resting on his nuts, a subtle smile on his face, his eyes still half closed in pleasured disbelief. To his right lay Parris, curled onto his side facing Will, just arising, his dick swung low over his leg towards the ground, his balls nestled between his legs. The heat between them was perfect as they lay pressed onto one another.
The trip to Willow Falls was abandoned as the three men spent the day at the campsite completely nude. Their own utopia in the middle of nowhere, where they could be their own sexual being, and share in the pleasures of manhood. All three knew this camping trip would soon turn into a monthly occurrence.
HOT!! 
. Will sounds like one very sexy man.