I get a hard on every time I see a pup tent, even though usually there are little kids inside that I could care less about. I guess it's because when I was nearing 20 I had an experience that to this day can bring me almost to shooting my load when I think of it. It was summer in the little backwards town in which I grew up, hotter than hell and no air movement to bring even a little relief. I had returned home from college to spend another delightful summer break with my dysfunctional family and try to find some friends that had stuck around in this hellish place. To my delight my friend Bill had come home from college as well, the same age as me, and we got together right away to plan our escape from our families.

Bill and I had been buddies from grade school up through high school, getting into minor trouble and fooling around like most young boys will when they have nothing else to do. We didn't do drugs nor anything stronger than beer when we passed one can between us, and our one try of cigarettes had left us sick for a whole wasted day, so we mostly just hung around playing games and such. The only times we deviated from that path were when we started sprouting hair around our dicks and noticed that we were becoming men.

The first time was in junior high when we were around 13 or 14 and noticed in the shower room that all of us guys had started changing in various ways. I'd started a growth spurt where my old chunky body had started to lengthen and to shrink around my waist, with a small wisp of blond brown hair growing at my crotch and underarms. I'd never been much of an athlete, so I was envious of Bill's body anyway, since even before junior high instead of being chunky like me he was almost muscular stocky, and now his muscles had started to fill out some as his body followed his genetic programming. Naturally, although we never touched anybody else, all the boys watched each other and compared our dicks to see whose was growing faster. In this area I outgrew most of the others, my cock going from its juvenile smallness directly to a nice sized five soft inches. Nobody had seen the others with woodies yet, but we knew that they happened and it was only a matter of time. Bill, on the other hand, had the athlete's muscled body, but his cock and balls seemed to be lagging behind and still the little pecker and immature balls of his early development. The others teased him rather cruelly about this, but Bill just shrugged them off, pointing to their still weak looking bodies and flexing his rather impressive muscles.

One time when Bill's family was out on errands and gone for a few hours we hung out in his bedroom and tried to keep ourselves amused with a board game. Bill got a funny look on his face and then suggested we abandon the game and check out this hidden place his older brothers had shown him when they'd moved to different bedrooms of the large house. A panel in Bill's closet led through a few feet away to a larger area where each brother had made a private area complete with pillows and some purloined porn magazines. At Bill's suggestion we both stripped and sat down, the area too small to stand up but with enough space for two guys to sit across from each other if one spread his legs wide and the other put his legs between them. I guess by this time we were 15 years old or so, and I was sporting both a thick pubic patch as well as my cock had grown to its soft six inches and my balls had matured to their just under hen's egg size. I had put on a little more muscle in my legs and arms, although my chest and belly still looked like a boy's. Bill's body was a muscular marvel and yet his cock still hadn't grown from its juvenile two inches or so, his balls were in their sack but looked about the size of small marbles. He had grown some pubic hair and grown some armpit hair, so I guess whatever made us men was working in him also, it just seemed to be avoiding his equipment. We started talking about our bodies and Bill mentioned that he was getting hard ons now, but he was frustrated that his cock stayed so small. I was getting turned on (hell, I'd known since I started sprouting hair that I was gay) by Bill's thick shoulders, full pecs and tight abs, all the muscles of his body that he'd gotten through some workouts and the dang genetics of his body and my cock began filling out even more. Bill's eyes riveted to my crotch and the heat from that stare moved my cock into its full nine inches of wood, albeit still virgin wood. Again, we never touched each other, but I watched as Bill's cock began to rise up, still a disappointing couple of inches and still pencil thin, but he was showing all the rest of the signs of the developing male. Not much else happened after that, I guess Bill got disgusted with himself after seeing my hard nine inch pole and after staring at each other's body for a bit longer we got dressed and left, with me leaving Bill's house sometime after that.

The visits to that private area in Bill's area happened maybe once or twice more, with poor Bill still too little at the crotch area, although the rest of his body was still very pleasing to the girls that were now very interested in him. He and I stayed friends, but with girls now interesting Bill as well, we didn't get together that often and the private area visits ended. In our last year of high school we still showered together after PE time, and Bill's crotch hadn't changed much other than his balls did look a bit larger and heavier. Dark body hair had started coating his tight belly, forearms and his legs, with a coating over his full ass cheeks that nearly drove me wild. Again, no touching and that was that when we graduated and headed off to college. Now, here we were again, shirtless and wearing as little as the law allowed in the stifling heat of summer and trying to cool off in the still warm shade of Bill's back yard.

"Hey," he said, after bringing me a fresh can of soda, "I got an idea."

"What's that?" I replied after taking a good swig of the soda.

He zipped into the garage and came out with a rolled up bundle with some rods sticking out of one end. "I got this pup tent, you see, and it's big enough for two. Lets hang outside tonight, its gotta be cooler outside than inside."

I nodded and after he checked with his mom I checked with my family and the plans were made. We set up the tent far away from the house and under some shade trees, pointing the entrance of the tent away from the windows of the house for more privacy. I rescued my sleeping bag from storage and Bill grabbed his, although we figured it would still be too damn hot to be in sleeping bags and planned to sleep on top of them. He found a lantern and somehow set it up so that we could be lying in the tent and have some light without smacking our heads against it. Finally, as dusk settled in, Bill turned on the lantern and had me get into the tent, moving around it and calling out to me to move around, which I did until he was satisfied. We ate hamburgers and hotdogs with soda and chips for dinner with Bill's family, and then after brushing our teeth and using the bathroom for the night we headed out to the pup tent.

My first surprise came after Bill sealed the tent. Both our sleeping bags were open and Bill had joined them so that there wasn't a seam in the middle. Since the pup tent had no internal parts to get in our way the entire inside space was open. I'd figured we'd kick off our sandals before we got in, which we had done, and then lay atop our sleeping bags still in our cutoffs. Bill turned on the lantern so that we had quite a good light inside the pup tent and then peeled off his shorts to lay naked beside me!

"C'mon, get those shorts off, Mike!" he said as he turned towards me to watch me strip. I had also been freeballing, a rare event but I hadn't wanted to do laundry and it was so hot anyway, so I peeled off my cutoffs as well and turned towards him. With a gasp I realized that indeed a year can make a big difference!

Even though Bill's body was still muscular as he'd been three years earlier the last time we'd gotten naked in his private area in his house, his cock was now no where near as little as it had been. Still just a little bit smaller than mine soft, it had filled out and up so that it was just under five inches soft and now curling a thumb and forefinger around it would fill the area inside nicely. His balls had tripled in size, hanging heavily in their hairy sac on his thigh. My cock twitched with delight at the sight of my good friend's muscled body and now equipped with matching cock and balls, he was incredible. He surprised me again by reaching out to grab my free hand, only to place it against his cock and whispered, "Go ahead Mike, make me hard."

I began fondling his cock, feeling the warmth and vitality in it as it surged upwards from his body, his free hand now working my cock as it hardened under his touch. Soon we both had woodies and were busily stroking each other's shafts and fondling each other's balls. No longer a virgin myself from experiences I'd had in my first year at college, I knew how to get a guy going and with a nod from Bill moved around and pulled his cock into my mouth. He gasped and then lay back with his hands supporting his head so he could watch me move between his legs and give him a practiced blow job.

"Fuck man," he whimpered as I expertly worked his knob, "How'd you get so good at that?"

"Practice man, practice" I said when my mouth wasn't occupied with prime man meat. "I've had a year to work on my college roommate's pole, his isn't nearly this big. You've grown up, Bill."

Bill laughed and then grew serious. "Hey Mike, you mean you like guys?" I nodded and then did a couple of deep throat thrusts that made him groan in pleasure as I pulled and squeezed his balls. "I guess that's OK. I'm into girls tho."

"So's my roommate Chris," I replied, "but when his girl doesn't put out, he doesn't mind a little bit of head from his buddy."

Bill thought about this and then in a quiet voice asked if I'd fucked any guys before. "Have you, um, stuck your cock up an ass?" he said, his balls twitching in my hand as he looked at me. I nodded, saying after I'd got my mouth off his cock that even Chris enjoyed a good fuck once in awhile.

"It won't make you gay, Bill," I said as I fondled him, "all it does is stimulate other parts of your body that you usually don't use. Girls can fuck you too with dildoes if you like it enough. Us guys just happen to have the live thing attached to do it right. You just need lube to make it more comfortable."

Bill grew quiet, then in one fluid motion when I had stopped sucking his dick, lifted his muscled legs and then spread them to show me for the first time his hairy pucker hole. "What do we do now?" he said, "I got some lube in my bag over there, I guess I thought I'd jack off or something, but I'm willing to try this."

"You sure, man?" I asked, my cock rock hard at the idea of fucking my best friend. He nodded and, after retrieving the tube of Vaseline he had, got between his legs. "OK, first I going to get you prepped for it, not only does it feel great by itself, but you'll relax a bit more for me." He nodded again, then threw his head back and moaned as I began licking his quivering asshole, playing with it lightly with my tongue and fingers, slowly feeling it loosen up a bit as I kept up the tongue barrage against it.

"Oh fuck that feels great!" he moaned as I kept up the action while slowing entering him little by little with a spit lubed finger. He was well loosened by now, and so I applied some Vaseline to my index finger and pressed some into his rosebud, lubing the entry before pressing deeper inside. He was one of the fortunate guys that could keep a hard on while his ass was being played with, poor Chris back at college had to furiously jack off after being fucked because he couldn't keep enough of a hard on to shoot his wad. I knew when I'd reached Bill's prostate, for he moaned louder and his cock belched clear ooze as it twitched happily against his tight furry belly. "What was that you pressed inside me?" he said, gasping a bit as I played with that joy button."

"That's your prostate, Bill; remember back in junior high when we had to get those physicals? It was kinda embarrassing but I sure liked it when Doc pressed me there. I guess you like it too?" I thumped him again in that joy spot and both his groan of delight and another plop of clear juice told me that he must like it also. "This is what my cock's going to bump against as I fuck you, Bill, that and the stretching of your asshole will feel great!" Bill was taking almost three fingers now, so he was well set for a cock. My cock was ready too, damn near sticking straight up I was so horny for this guy's ass! Bill grabbed the tube from my hand and squirted a line of Vaseline over my cock, then stroked me up until I was well coated. He put that hand over his own cock and then started jacking off, waiting for me to start. Slowly, I pressed the head of my lubed dick against his loosened asshole and then, pausing at his first groan when the head cleared the opening, pressed deeper into him until his furry ass cheeks rested against my upper thighs.

"Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me! Oh shit that feels great!" Bill howled as I started a rhythm that soon matched his frantic jacking. I was in heaven myself, having fantasized often about Bill's body, his cock only a blur as I focused on the muscled perfection of his pecs, arms, legs and full butt. Now it was all mine and I planned to make the most of it. His asshole was more talented than I'd thought, for he instinctively squeezed at the right times and loosened up to let me back inside, not to mention all the wonderful ripples across his chest and abs as he was locked into a pleasure cycle of his own. Even better was when I felt his surge begin and my own kicked in, our two orgasms firing at the same time, his to coat his furry belly and chest while mine filled his rectum with creamy man goo. I collapsed on top of him and we stayed connected for some time, cock inside ass, until my energy sapped out and my cock softened and fell out of his asshole.

We still didn't move, chest to chest and crotch now to crotch, drifting asleep until later that evening I stirred and rolled off Bill, slightly disoriented yet feeling very happy about something. When I realized that I'd taken Bill's cherry and saw the little bit of brown on my cock head, I knew that something magical had just happened. Bill woke up at that time, stretched and smiled at me, wincing a bit as his asshole reminded him that it had just been used in the reverse fashion. He had thought ahead and brought out some baby wipes, cleaning me off almost lovingly before tossing the used wipe into a paper waste bag and pulling his legs up to let me clean up the mess I'd made of his ass. "Some baby," I said to our quiet laughter as I rubbed the wipe over his ravaged asshole, still somewhat locked open about a half inch and oozing some of the cum I'd shot in there. When that was done and the used wipes disposed of, Bill gave me my third surprise of the evening by rolling close to me, pulling me into his embrace and then nodding off again, his even breathing slowly lulling me into sleep.

While we didn't fuck again that night, Bill claiming he ached a bit too much down there to be able to enjoy a second bout, we did suck each other off, my new fuck buddy getting pretty good at the blow job part and proudly taking my second load down his throat as I took his as we lay in a 69 position. We would drift off to sleep, cuddled together or my favorite, with me on top of Bill's muscled body, then jack each other off or suck each other off again, the cycle going all night long and into the wee hours of the morning. Finally, we fell asleep, exhausted both in energy and having drained our balls to the aching point. We slept until the sun was too bright outside and we awoke, giving each other a good morning kiss before realizing that the rest of the house was awake and that we'd better clean up and get dressed. After a little scramble and horseplay with baby wipes we were presentable and stowed away the wipes and lube, opening the tent and stepping outside on somewhat shaky limbs.

Before we answered his mother's call to breakfast, Bill stopped me and whispered, "Thank you Mike. I think I love you." I whispered back that I had always loved him as well, but that a night of sex wouldn't cover all the things I wanted to do to him. He got quiet as he would as he digested something unusual to think about and then we went inside to breakfast. Afterwards I was getting ready to leave and was getting ready to pack up my sleeping bag when he stopped me. "Why not come over again tonight?" he said, looking away from me and kicking a stone beside the tent. "We got nothing better to do anyway and," he paused to look right into my eyes, "I think I want to take a shot at your ass for a change!" I grinned and agreed, and later that day returned to Bill's place, showered, cleaned up and out, and ready for his hard cock inside me.

That summer went by quickly now that we'd found a new way to while away the time, and all too soon we were to return to college. Our last night in the pup tent was both the best and the saddest, for it would be our last night and we made the most of our bodies, at the end fucking each other until we couldn't get our cocks up anymore and were so tired out that all we could do was hold each other's dicks and feebly pull on them. I got another fantasy fulfilled when Bill rolled on top of me and pressed his massive muscled body against mine, falling asleep instantly and becoming a muscle blanket for me to enjoy. I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of butt muscle to hold him in place and fell asleep myself, both of us laughing in the morning that my clutching had not let go all night and we'd even fucked each other's crotch to a nocturnal orgasm that stuck our crotch hairs to each other's. Our final cleanup and organizing before having to get ready to leave for our respective colleges was done quietly and soon the magic of the pup tent summer was over. Just before he opened the tent for the last time, Bill gave me his last surprise, a big wet sloppy kiss held on by a locked muscled arm around my neck, and then he whispered in my ear that we had to do this again the next summer and I agreed, whispering back that it was a date. He unzipped the opening and we went out into the real world again, now two good friends with aching cocks, balls and assholes and a shared secret between us.

Throughout the rest of my college years Bill and I kept our promise and every summer we spent in that pup tent, although now considered adults we would head out to the nearby mountains, pitch the tent and stay for weeks at a time in the wilderness, packaged trail food and water keeping us energized for sex as we discovered more things about each others' body to make it even better for the other. Sadly, when we graduated from college Bill had found the girl of his dreams, one that, as he put it, knew how to use a dildo and he married her late in our last year. That was the end of our summers together, and I moved on as well, my roommate Chris deciding after all the sex we'd had together that he must like guys instead and decided to be my lover. This year will be the fifth anniversary of those summers and Chris knows me well, for as I opened the gift he bought me I found a pup tent along with a tube of Vaseline and a pack of baby wipes, all with directions to a camp site we both know well. As my cock hardened at the pup tent beside me and the associations it brought to mind, my lover Chris unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, bringing me instantly to shooting in anticipation of using that pup tent with my lover.