Camping with Gearhart - Sex Stories

Camping with Gearhart

... the lake he wasted no time doing just that.

With our tents up and gear thrown inside, Ron and I grabbed our poles and took off for the lake. Gearhart chuckled and said he’d stay in camp and organize things a little better. We had been fishing for about an hour when I heard something in the bushes off to my left. I set my pole down and went to see what it was. As I stood, I could see Gearhart a little distance away staring out into the lake. I walked through the bushes and when I got closer, I got the shock of my life!

Gearhart was standing there with his pants pulled down below his cock and butt. His cock was the biggest one I had ever seen. It wasn’t rock hard but it was definitely part way there. I was amazed at its length and girth. I know I should have turned away but I couldn’t help myself from staring at it. My mind was in a state of confusion, everything I had been taught said to just turn around and walk away, but my heart was beating a mile a minute, my own cock was growing in my shorts and all I wanted to do was walk over and touch it.

Gearhart saw me gawking and smiled then tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled them the rest of the way up. “Sorry I was just taking a leak and the lake was so beautiful I guess I forgot to pull my pants back up.” He began to laugh and so did I. For the life of me I don’t know why I did what I did next.

“Ya” I said as I zipped my shorts zipper down. “It’s about time for me to piss as well.” I pulled my half hard ...

... cock out so Gearhart could see it, and started peeing. Gearhart licked his lips then started walking toward me. Suddenly he stopped and looked up. He cocked his head a couple of times as if to say something or someone was coming up from behind. I tucked my cock away just as Ron walked up and asked what we were doing.

For some reason, even though I shared everything with Ron this was one event I wanted to keep to myself. “Oh, Gearhart was just showing me a better place to fish. Right over there beyond the bushes.”

Once we were done fishing, we headed back to the campsite. Gearhart had a pile of wood stacked for burning and a campfire ready to be lit. We lit the fire and cooked hobo dinners for supper. We laughed and told stories into the night, until it was time for bed. Ron went to his tent and Gearhart and I went to mine.

“Where’s my sleeping bag?” I asked as I crawled into the tent. Gearhart had made a bed of blankets covering the entire tent floor.

“Well,” he began. “I thought I’d open your sleeping bag up and use it as a ground blanket. Then we could just climb under the covers like a regular bed and the ground wouldn’t be so cold.” If you don’t like the idea, I can change it and zip up your bag for you.”

It was late and I was tired and had no reason to think it wasn’t ok so I said sure. I then stripped down to my boxers and crawled under the blankets. Gearhart wasn’t far behind and I couldn’t help but notice his dick sticking out the fly in his boxers as he ...