My Return To The Tent

 I was sitting out on the deck at the beach one night last week drinking bourbon with my friend and telling stories from our sexual past past. We are both in our 60’s and hadn’t known each other all that long, but we were a lot alike and had bonded almost immediately. We trusted each other with things we didn’t tell many people. I said, "I've got a great story, it's so hot. It’s about my jerk off buddy.”

When I was growing up, my best friend was Cecil. He lived across the street. His parents were very strict and he grew up in a sheltered environment. His parents didn’t let us spend the night together growing up. By the time we were seniors in high school and we were both 18 they finally relaxed a bit and allowed us more time together alone. Cecil had a big four man tent. One weekend we put it up way back in the woods behind my house. We were finally able to be alone and talk about girls and all the stuff guys talk about. Cecil said, “I’m just wondering, do you beat your meat?” I said, “Jerking off, yea, as much as I can.” Cecil said, “I have to be really careful not to get caught if my parents are home so I hardly ever do it, but I really want to right now.” “You mean, together?” I asked. “Yea, let’s do it together,” Cecil replied.

We both got on our backs on top of our sleeping bags and pulled our shorts and briefs down. We were both already hard so we started jerking. I didn’t take Cecil long until he lifted his hips off the ground and groaned as he came all over his stomach. I wasn’t long after him with my load going over my head onto the wall of the tent. We both agreed that was awesome.

Cecil said, “What do you think it would be like to have someone else jerk your dick?” “I don’t know,” I said, “but I bet it would feel really good.” We decided to do it. We flipped a coin to see who would jerk the other guy first. Cecil lost the toss and got on his knees beside me. He took my dick in his hand and started stroking. Since I had just cum a while earlier it took some time. Cecil kept up a good pace and finally I felt an electric jolt in my balls as I released a stream onto my stomach and chest. Cecil gasped. "Now it’s my turn," he said. He was already boned up when he pulled off his briefs. I got on my knees beside him and started stroking him. His big balls were bouncing up and down. It didn't take him long either until he pulled his knees up and thrust his hips and groaned. His second orgasm of the night was almost as big as his first.

We would repeat our camping out activities often after that. Sometimes we would play a game, loser "has" to jerk the winner. We would play several times so we both got a chance. We kept this up until we were 19 and went off to college.

"Wow," said my friend beside me on the deck as he sipped his bourbon. "That was hot and I have a boner. Do you want to jerk off with me?" It was dark but I could see his hand moving up and down on his dick. I dropped my shorts and joined in. I reached across and pushed his hand aside and put my hand on his dick. "What are you doing?" "Pretending like I'm 18 and not 60." "I get it." He reached over and grabbed mine. I put my head back, closed my eyes, and in my mind I was in the tent in the backyard again.