We'd been mates for years – known each other since primary school, and had done everything together – had gone to the same schools, played on the same rugby team and even dated two sisters from the same family.  Even after we left school, and gone to university at opposite ends of the country, we'd kept in contact all the time, and each summer a group of us had always got together for a boys' long weekend away – we'd basically drive to some campsite, and spend a bunch of days drinking beer, swimming and sleeping.

Now we were in our early thirties, the group had dwindled somewhat – most of the guys were married with kids, had jobs they couldn't get time off from, or just couldn't be bothered any more.  So, that's how Brad and I had ended up alone on our traditional boy's weekend away. We'd decided to break with tradition, and instead of driving, we'd hike for a day to a remote valley he knew of, and camp out, fish, swim and generally chill out and catch up.  

We'd set off early that morning, and after walking for several hours, we'd decided to stop for an early lunch.  The day was punishingly hot – and even at 11am, we were both dripping with sweat, our t-shirts clinging wetly to our bodies, the waistbands of our shorts stained dark with perspiration.  I pointed out a spot under the only group of trees for miles, and we dropped out packs, and lay in the shade, catching our breath.  

Brad pulled off his top to hang it out to dry – he'd always had a great body, and I shaded my eyes, surreptitiously trying to catch a glance of his lightly furred, toned, muscled torso as he reached up and slung the shirt out over a branch.  I stared as he reached upwards, the muscles of his back moving under his tanned skin, the blonde hairs that covered his chest and torso glowing golden in the sun.

I did the same, slinging my shirt on a nearby branch, and we dropped onto our packs, swigging water from our canteens, relishing the relative cool of the shade as we rested in silence.  After a few minutes, Brad dug through his pack to find the map, and came and squatted next to me unfurling it, pointing to a small cross in the middle.

"We're here…and…we're aiming for… here…"  He jabbed his finger at a location a couple of miles away.  "It's great – you're going to love it – totally secluded, deep rock pool for swimming, and great little spot to pitch the tents"

I rolled onto my side to look, trying to ignore the fact his crotch was inches from my face and concentrating on reading the map. "I hope you're right, and it's worth it – I don't think I can walk much longer in this heat."

Brad grinned – "You'll be fine".  He handed me an apple from his bag… "I reckon anther 2 hours or so more…c'mon, let's get going".   We stuffed our t-shirts into our bags, shouldered our packs, and moved on, Brad leading the way, me following behind watching his spectacular arse move in his tight shorts as he walked, adjusting my cock in my boxers so that my large erection was not obvious.

The landscape changed after a couple of miles, the open dry track giving way to forest and more shelter from the midday sun.  I'd caught up with Brad and we mostly walked side by side, chatting about mutual friends, their wives and kids, and what each of us had been up to over the year. I knew he'd split up with a long term girlfriend, Karen – and we talked about what had gone wrong, and the fact that the relationship hadn't felt right to him, so he had ended it.  She'd wanted stability, kids, the works.  He loved the freedom of being independent, and child free. I told him about my latest breakup – having been unceremoniously dumped by my boyfriend of 18 months for another guy.

We turned off the main path, through a narrow gap in the trees, following a smaller, barely visible trail.  I could see a massive cliff up ahead, and just as I was wondering where we were headed, I saw a narrow gap in the rock; we squeezed through – our packs and shoulders touching the rock on each side.  This narrow gap continued for about 50 meters through the cliff: we walked through and entered a clearing several hundred meters across.  A stream flowed through the middle, the promised rock pool off to the side.  A grassy area nearby was perfect for our tents – partially sheltered by some trees, and close to an area for a fire.

Brad grinned at me – dropped his pack and kicked off his hiking boots.   He announced that he was going for a swim, and, to my astonishment he pulled off his shorts and boxers, ran to the pool and jumped in, completely naked.  I'd never seen him totally nude before, and caught a brief glance of his cock for the first time – it was long, thick and uncut, blonde pubes and big, low hanging balls.

I quickly threw down my pack next to his, quickly stripping off as well, glad my dick had softened by now, and walked over to the edge of the water.  Brad seemed to be watching me as I walked… if I hadn't known him better I would have thought he was checking me out, but I pushed that thought from my head and jumped into the freezing water.

We swam about for a while – letting the cold water do its work, and wash away the sweat and grime accumulated during our hike.  I started to do a few laps around the pond – enjoying the feeling of swimming naked in the secluded waters.  Brad sat waist deep in the water at the edge and watched as I swam, seemingly lost in thought.  I worked my way over to him and we sat next to each other, catching the last of the sun as it started to sink over the hills, the heat of the day starting to finally abate, to be replaced by a warm evening.  Brad stood up… "We should get a fire going and get the tents up before it gets too dark."  Together, we wandered over to the bags, and pulled on shorts, and started to collect wood for a fire.  

Soon a campfire was burning, and we both sat on our sleeping mats in front of it, having decided the tents were not necessary tonight as the weather was so nice.  I'd brought a bottle of whiskey and we passed it back and forth, drinking it neat, enjoying the buzz of the alcohol, the warmth of the night and Brad's company.  I lay on my side, watching him as we talked – admiring the shape of his broad shoulders and muscled arms from the side – catching the faintest view of his blonde armpit hairs when he reached over to give me the bottle. His torso was amazing – broad, firm pecs, the perfect v-shape and abs that were clearly defined. A combination of the alcohol and the fact I hadn't had sex for weeks meant I was horny as fuck, and soon another erection raged in my shorts, and I needed to do something about it.  

I excused myself for a piss and head off into the bushes for a wank, dropping my shorts and pulling out my cock, and starting to tug at it in an attempt to cum quickly and get back before he thought anything was wrong.  I was totally lost in my wank, unaware of my surroundings, when I felt a hand on one shoulder, quickly followed by a muscled arm around my chest. I froze and dropped my cock, mortified. Brad pulled me hard against his body – I could feel his fuzzy pecs pressing against my shoulder blades.  He reached down and replaced my hand with his, gently stroking my cock back into full hardness, his fist wrapped around the shaft, his thumb playing with my cut cockhead as he stroked it, using the first of my precum as a lubricant.  He pushed his hips forward and I could feel his own cock was now hard in his shorts as he pushed against my bare ass.

I turned around to face him, and we started to kiss – our lips and tongues meeting as we ran our hands over each other's bodies – exploring them.  I undid the button on his shorts and let them fall down – letting his cock spring free.  I reached forward and touched it, my fingers exploring it – squeezing the meaty, thick shaft, and cupping his balls in my palm – gently squeezing and pulling on the sack – making him moan into my lips.  I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees, sliding his boner between my lips – holding the base with one hand.  He pushed his hips forward as I opened my mouth, and I felt the entire length slip easily down my throat – feeling the sweet taste of his skin, mixed with the faintest taste from the first drops of precum that oozed from the tip.  

I sucked his shaft up and down, letting my tongue play with it, pulling back his foreskin and licking his cockhead around and around – exploring the piss slit and teasing out more and more precum.  I put both hands on his arse and pulled his body towards my face – my nose buried in his pubic hair when I swallowed his shaft deeply.  I moved my fingers over his skin, parting his ass cheeks, and letting a single index finger move slowly down his crack, briefly pausing at his hole. I was surprised when he didn't object and I pressed softly down.  He moaned. I swallowed his dick down and pressed harder.  He moaned again.  Holding his dick in my mouth I pushed harder now, and the tip of my finger entered him. I felt his dick throb between my lips and I could taste a large amount of precum had hit my tongue.  I slowly pushed my entire finger inside, until I found his prostate, and began to rub it, and finger-fucked him while I worked his dick, the flow of fresh precum onto my lips almost a constant stream.

Suddenly I felt his entire body stiffen, his ass clench around my finger and he cried out as he started to cum.  Wave after wave of his hot, salty spunk filled my mouth as he bucked his hips and I swallowed it down.  He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and forced cock down my throat as he came, squirting his load straight down as I pushed my finger deep inside him.

When he had finished shooting, I slowly slipped my finger out and let his cock fall from between my lips, my tongue flicking the last drop of cum from his piss slit as it passed. He pulled me to my feet and then we started to snog again deeply, our bodies pressed together, my rock hard cock pressed into his abs, his hands reaching around to grab my ass, mine running over his muscled back.

He turned me around again so my back was against his chest and he started to run his hands over my body – exploring my chest, playing with my nipples and running his fingers through my dark brown pubic hair.  He was kissing my neck, shoulders…back…the top of my arse…I gasped in astonishment as he parted my cheeks and he touched his tongue to my hole – tentative at first, and then starting to lick it up and down.  I leaned forward and he buried his face in my ass – his tongue now probing and licking at my hole, forcing it inside me, eating my ass until my hole was slick and wet with his saliva.

He turned me around again, leaning in to take my dick in his mouth – his lips tight around my fat, cut cockhead, tasting my precum experimentally, then gradually taking each inch of my shaft into his mouth.  I moaned in pleasure as I felt him simultaneously gag on my dick as it hit the back of his throat, and slip a thick, long, middle finger into my wet hole in a single, insistent movement.

He held my cock deep inside his throat as it pulsed and fought the reflex to expel it, gradually swallowing more and more down until all eight inches were in his throat, and I could feel his breathing on my crotch.  He then started to work my dick with his mouth while he finger-fucked me with one, and then a second finger, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm each time they touched my prostate.

My cock was throbbing hard, and I placed my hands on the side of his face, and started to face-fuck him; pulling my cock all the way, briefly pausing with my cockhead on his lips, before slipping it back inside, moaning as it slid down his throat.  

It only took about ten of these thrusts, and I felt my body start to stiffen and clench, my cock throb and my nuts ache.  I pulled his face down hard into my crotch as my orgasm ripped through me – he continued to finger fuck me deep and hard as I came – milking a massive load from my body and into his throat, Brad greedily swallowing it all down.

He grinned up at me, a dribble of my spunk on his face; I knelt down in front of him and licked it up before our lips met once again, and I tasted more cum on my tongue as we kissed.  He stood up again and pulled me to my feet – leading me past the campsite and to the dark cold water for a late night swim together. 

As we stood face to face, shoulder deep in the pool, he grinned and said "Well – this weekend just got a whole lot more interesting…" before reaching down and placing my hand on his still erect cock.

"And so did our future together," I thought, as I drew his naked body to mine, there in the mountain pool.