(Note: This is very much my first time story, but I wanted to try writing it like an erotic story. Hope you all enjoy)

So this goes back to my late teenage years. I grew up in California obsessed with riding dirt bikes. As soon as I got my drivers license myself and my group of friends would find our way out to the middle of the desert, in the absolute middle of nowhere, and spend the weekend riding. We did this constantly.

As time went on we started to have a group of girls that would come along with us. We would normally set up a camp fire l, having one of our 21 year old friends get beer from the closest town, and try our luck with the girls. As I think most guys are used too, you don’t always end up being the who gets the girl, and for me, I was always slightly timid, so a more macho guy would often take who ever I was flirting with. More weekends then not, I would go back to my tent and go to sleep, tipsy, horny and frustrated.

One weekend we were are there doing our whole thing, sitting by the campfire, drinking beer, and flirting with the girls. Eventually people start disappearing to there tents to hookup with who ever they found, so I decided it was time to make my way to mine.

About ten minutes after I get in the tent, somebody comes up to my tent whispering my name. I unzip the door and it’s my buddy Zack. He begins to tell me his friend Jake is in his tent trying to hook up with this girl Sierra, and he just wants to sleep, and asked if he could crash in my tent. I was honestly kind of annoyed, because the faint moaning from all the other tents, mixed with the alcohol had me super horny and I just wanted to take care of that, but I wasn’t going to be an asshole, so I decided to let him stay in there. I just figured if I need to handle it, I would get up and head out to the desert once people are sleeping.

Zack thanked me, kicks his shoes off, and lays out on the other side of my air mattress. It’s a cool night so I look at him and ask where the hell his sleeping bag was. Apparently it was still in the tent he was supposed to be sleeping in and he can’t get them to give to him. Again trying not to be an asshole I decide to unzip mine so that it lays out into a blanket. He thanks me sits up and pulls his pants off rolls them up and places it as a blanket. We had all changed into our riding gear a thousand times so seeing our buddies in just boxers was in no way a shock, so I laid the unzip sleeping bag out on the air mattress, fixed my pillow and took a side of the bed and he quickly followed suit on his side. By this point I was really just tired so I pretty I closed my eyes and knocked out.

I don’t know how long I was asleep for but at some point I woke up. I quickly realized that Zack has moved and taken half my pillow, I have my arm up and over him in the big spoon position and my dick is hard and pressed against what I can only assume to be his ass. As I regain my composure and start to put the pieces of the puzzle together, Zack readjusted himself, moving his ass across my dick. I panicked, quickly flipping myself over to my back.

I lay there a few second hoping that Zack hadn’t noticed anything, praying to avoid any kind of embarrassing story. Things quickly got quiet again, I rolled over to the other side of the mattress followed by Zack adjusting and putting himself in the big spoon position.

As I lay there trying to go back to sleep Zack’s hand begins to lightly rub my arm. I continue to sit there quietly, trying to act like I’m asleep, but he continues. Forging a path from my bicep down my side that is getting longer with every pass. I am now processing what is happening, trying to figure out what I will do, as his hand creeps from my side over my stomach and glances waistband of my boxers. I know exactly what’s going on now. The path his hand is taking has shortened dramatically, sliding up and down my waistband, pushing a little further under the elastic with every pass, when I finally let my guard down.

I gently reached down, placed my hand on top of his and guided it below my waistband. I could feel his excitement as he rapped his hand around my shaft. My cock was the hardest it had ever been, and was ready for whatever happened next.

As he stroked my cock I began really enjoying it,lightly moaning as he went. Instincts seemed to take over as I pressed my ass against his boxer covered cock. It was rock solid, and felt incredible as I allowed it to slip between my cheeks. I had become cock drunk for the first time in my life and I was all for it.

Things heated up quickly from there. Within a minute or two I flipped around and began making out with Zack. Our cocks pressed together while passionately trying to please each other. As if driven by something other than my formerly straight self, told Zack to stand. He stood up as high as he could in the tent and I got on my knees pulling his boxers too his ankles and exposing his juicy thick cock.

Without a second thought, I licked from his balls to tip and immediately letting his head pierce my lips. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft for only about a minute before his hips twitched and I felt his cock begin to pulse. Zack placed his hand on my head as he released his load down my unsuspecting throat.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth as I smiled a giant embarrassed and cum filled smile. He pulled me up by my hands as I swallowed his load, immediately reaching down to return the favor. It didn’t take long before I was on the verge of cumming. I took control of my dick as he got down on his knees. I exploded all over his face, leaving cum dripping from his forehead to his chin, and shoved my still orgasming cock into his mouth to finish it.

In the post nut clarity, we didn’t hardly say anything to each other. But this was far from the last hookup we had.