Jeff and I Camping

Jeff and I were great friends. We had grown up together, both were athletic, he was the star quarterback and I wrestled. We always hung out together, dated the same girls, screwed the same girls and pretty much went everywhere together. The one thing we both liked to do, especially growing up in Wyoming, was to go backpacking and camping. We would usually go with a bunch of our friends but as we neared graduation, decided we would head up together for a week trip before he went to the Air Force Academy and I went into the Marines. We had planned this trip for months and as it grew nearer, it was hard to want to do anything else. On the four hour trip into the mountains, we were talking about our Senior year and what our futures were. The thought of us not being able to spend time together brought us down but we soon perked up when Jeff pulled out a Penthouse and started checking out the pics. It was hard to hide a woody in cotton gym shorts and I thought I had noticed him checking out my package. Now, I had never thought of Jeff in a way other than a great friend, never sexually, but I do admit that he was a handsome guy at 6’1″ and 185lbs, blond hair and blue eyes. So I was surprised to feel myself get a little turned on when I noticed his boner. He casually placed his hand in his lap and seemed to be lightly rubbing his cock through his shorts. After the pics, he started to read the Forum articles and he seemed to linger on the bi-sexual articles a little longer than normal. I was getting really turned on listening to him read about two guys and a girl getting it on. By the second story, I noticed his hand was in his pants, slowly rubbing his cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I couldn’t stop staring. I was staring a little too long because I almost ran off the road.