Camping with Gearhart - Sex Stories

Camping with Gearhart

This is one of those stories that is based in fact and built on fantasy. It took place long ago while I was in my youth. I was fifteen years old at the time and what most men would call a late bloomer. I lived across the street from my best friend Ron. We had known each other from the time we were both five years old.

Now Ron’s family was of German descent. His father met his mom while serving in the military in Germany, married her and brought her back to the states. Ron had the German physique even as a fifteen-year-old with broad shoulders a handsome rigid jaw line and flaming red hair. Like his mom and dad, Ron was short at about five foot seven.

We use to do everything together, from riding bikes, to playing video games, to fishing and camping. Up until this point we had never done anything sexual together other than the usual “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” games all young guys play as they are growing up. Ron was a lot more mature than I for his age; with a full bush of flaming red hair around his cock. He was beginning to sprout chest hair and had already started shaving, where I was just filling in my crotch patch, had no chest hair and only peach fuzz on my face.

It was the beginning of summer and Ron came running over to my house all excited. His uncle Gearhart was coming to visit from Germany and would be staying for three months. He had never met any of his relatives from Germany and was thrilled for the chance to do so.

When Gearhart ...

... arrived and I was introduced, I was a little surprised at his appearance. He was tall, about 6 feet and muscular built. (All Ron’s family were supposed to be short!) He had blond hair with just a hint of red and blue eyes. He had a smile that brightened any room he entered and an accent that was deep and rich.

Over the next few days Gearhart seemed drawn to Ron and I and wanted to go where we went and do what we did even though he was in his mid-twenties. When Ron suggested we go camping for a few days, Gearhart jumped at the chance to chaperone us, stating it was be great fun.

So, we gathered up our camping gear, (Ron and I each had our own tents and sleeping bags as well as fishing gear). Gearhart collected some extra blankets and a borrowed fishing pole while Ron’s mother outfitted us with enough food to last a month. We loaded up Ron’s dad’s truck and Gearhart drove us off to our destination, a favorite fishing and camping spot up in the pines about a three-hour drive from home on a small quiet lake.

Once we made it to the lake we began to unpack, and set up our tents. Instead of putting our tents side by side, Gearhart asked if we could put my tant on the opposite side of the camp stating that it was flatter ad there were less rocks. Ron had a smaller two-man pup tent while I had a four-man easy up tent. I told Gearhart before we left home, that I had more room in my tent and he could throw his bed roll in with me if he wanted, which he seemed happy to do. Once at ...