True story of my efforts to introduce a str8 mate to the pleasures of men.

My 3 mates and I decided we would try out camping. One of us, Mark had done this quite a bit, so he had all the gear including 2 tents. This was many years ago before the internet, so the only campsite we knew of was out near Matlock in Derbyshire. It was really just a farmers field with a rudimentary blockhouse for toilets and showers, but cheap, so we booked for 3 nights.

After spending an age getting the old fashioned frame tents erected, we got a fire going (against the rules it turned out, but we didn’t find out this until we were packing to leave) and some beans warming up on the stove for dinner. More importantly though we broke out the beers. We had brought enough to last 3 days, so after a few hours almost all of it was gone! It was getting dark by now and finally the party broke up as the rain started.

My mates Mark and Neil were in one tent, I was sharing with Ivan. He was a good looking lad, funny but dim, kept fit playing football and had a stunning girlfriend who, it turns out was also religious.

Inside our tent we had a single gas light each and a sleeping bag. I hate sleeping in clothes, so I stripped to my underpants before climbing in. Ivan was I think going to just get in dressed, but took my lead and stripped as well. 

Once settled in I got my book out and Ivan rummaged in his back pack for a magazine. We had been reading for 10mins or so when I came to an unexpected sex scene. It was graphic, well written and went on for ages. By the time the woman ran her red painted nails down the shaft of the hero’s hard cock I was erect, as horny as fuck and desperate to masturbate. 

It was still throwing it down outside and a walk to the showers would be a passion killer. I was under the blanket though, and figured if I put my knees up I could make enough room to play with myself without moving the sleeping bag. I have to say that the thought of doing this in secret only a foot or so away from my mate was also a turn on, and soon I was stroking away.

I tried not to make any noise, but was aware of a regular rustling. Looking over at Ivan he had one hand holding his magazine and the other under the bag. It was obvious what he was doing as he hadn’t thought of my knees up tent. 

Distracted for a moment I watched the rhythmic pace of his hand, enjoying the thought of his hard dick inches away from me, matching his speed with my own. Just then Ivan glanced over and with a slight start realised I was watching him. His stroking stopped, so I said” don’t worry, you can carry on. Is it a good magazine?” He showed me it was a girlie mag.

“What are you reading?” He asked, and  I told him about the sex scene. “Are you wanking?” He asked, a bit wide eyed. I nodded and then, I am not sure why, I pulled the sleeping bag open to show him my cock, rock hard and glistening wet. He let out a little gasp and his eyes widened more. Enjoying his stare I slowly resumed stroking myself.

His hand was still under cover but I noticed movement, proving that he had started masturbating, but without looking at the magazine. “Are you going to show me?L I asked and with a moment’s hesitation Ivan pulled the cover back completely. It was my turn to gasp and stare, as he was fully naked, and stroking the most delicious, huge cock I had ever seen up to that point.

I am pretty well endowed but his dwarfed mine by a couple of inches, and I began to salivate just staring at him. “Julia (his gf) is so lucky” I said, a little breathlessly. “She’s never seen it” he replied, “she won’t even touch me through my jeans when we are kissing”.

“She is missing out” I said “it looks amazing. So no one has ever touched you down there?” He just slowly shook his head. “Would you like me to touch you?” A long few seconds pause and he nodded. 

I shuffled round so that we were head to toe, giving me better access to his magnificent meat. At my first touch his whole body trembled, and I started to breathe harder, marvelling at how hard long and thick he was. He was already leaking juices, so I rubbed my thumb over his helmet as I stroked him, making him gasp and twitch. 

None of us had showered that day and, so close to him, I could smell the dense heady mix of sweat, musk and sex filling my head. He flopped onto his back, eyes closed and lost in pleasure, but I was mesmerised by the sight before me, and was unconsciously moving my head closer and closer.

With my lips only an inch or two away from his magnificent swollen helmet, I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh, as Ivan reached for me, and a moment later his hand found my throbbing tool. It was my turn to gasp and groan as he firmly squeezed my shaft before starting to slowly work me.

Emboldened by this, I returned my attention to his cock. As my lips touched his red hot glans he let out a huge groan, and continued to do this as my lips slid over and wrapped around his shaft. He tasted as gorgeous as I had hoped, and the girth was enough to make me stretch as far as I could to take him all in, but it was so wonderful I did not hesitate.

We were only in this position for a couple of minutes before I heard his breathing get more ragged and felt a swelling pulse in my mouth. An instant later his cum flooded me, the first spurt so powerful and heavy it made me choke a little. There was no time to rest though as a second and then a third load hit me, giving me no chance, despite my best efforts, to swallow it all.

As he came Ivan had stopped wanking me, but held my dick in a tight grip. As his orgasm subsided and I cleaned him up with my mouth and tongue he realised where he was, and started pumping me at a furious speed. It was seconds later that I shot my own load, and the intensity of the situation and position of us meant that the first spurt hit him straight in the face. He was so startled that he dropped my cock, letting the rest of my cum run down my stomach and into my sleeping bag.

He seemed almost in a trance as he wiped his face, staring at the sticky white ribbons of cum coating his fingers. I just watched him as he stared, licking his lips, afraid but mesmerised at the same time. “Go on” I whispered “it won’t hurt you”. He just locked eyes with me as his tongue gingerly touched and licked a little spunk, taking it into his mouth. His eyes rolled back a little as he tasted my juices for the first time, and then he put a finger in his mouth, sucking it clean, groaning all the time as he cleaned up. 

We both flopped back, spent for the moment and covered in sweat. He spoke first “that was amazing. It was better than I ever could have hoped. Can’t believe I’ve done it with a bloke though. I’ve never even thought of anyone like that before.”

I told him not to overthink it. “Sex is so good, and doesn’t matter who is doing what or who they are, just enjoy it for what it is.”

We had a drink and chatted a bit more, still naked. Eventually Ivan started to harden again, and didn’t take much persuading to let me go down on him again, taking my time to bring him off for a second time that night.

The following day though he seemed embarrassed, hardly looking or speaking to me. I think the other two thought we had argued, so when I got a chance to speak to him alone I told him not to worry or get upset. We had some harmless fun and it was just between us. He seemed relieved and said he didn’t want to do anything like it again. 

But that night, in the dark, I heard him ask if I was still awake, and as I turned over heard the zip of his sleeping bag opening…