Morning Woods by CumCrazedCanuck..,

It had been a week long camping trip with terribly wet weather. Now we finally have a beautiful morning to enjoy. , I awoke to the delightful sounds of morning birds, singing their early music and the quiet lapping of water on the rocky shore. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at the beautiful morning’s sky, the tree tops glowing in the rising sunlight. Chris and I had slept under the stars, beside our campfire for the last night of our camping trip. The food bag hung high in a tree well out of sight, and our tent still fully soaked from all the rain we’d been having. We finally had some amazing open skies the previous day and wanted to take full advantage of it to make up for the terrible weather all week. So we took the risk and slept exposed, in just our combined sleeping bags, out in the open. We were nude, of course, huddled together in that bag all night, spooning in absolute blissful comfort.

My gaze leaned towards the trees, past the back of Chris’ head, where I spotted one of the singing birds. I smiled at it, and then cast my attention to Chris. My arms still fully wrapped around him, I brushed his soft chest hairs with my finger tips, and then slid my hand down the full length of his posing body. I spun my hand around and gave his plump bum a good squeeze, hoping it might entice him to wake up. I relished in the fact that I had become the dominant in the relationship, and he preferred to be submissive. I was always the big spoon, and I liked it that way. It had happened pretty naturally in the last few months, since Chris came out as gay during a particularly hot night when he’d invited me over to watch a football game. We were best friends before that, but to be honest, I’d always wanted more. He is lean and fit, with an ass to die for. His beard goes well with his strong chest and its thick coat of hair. His cock is girthy and dense, but smooth and beautiful. He is perfect.

As I ran my hand back up to his shoulder, it was then that I realized I had an issue. I was lost in thought and admiration and had forgotten that I’d just woken up after a night of drinking around the campfire. I had that problem that every man gets every morning of his life. I had to pee. Badly. And my automatic bodily reaction was screaming that to me. My morning wood was already firmly pressed against Chris’ back, and I so badly wanted not to move, but it was starting to become a little painful. It felt so comfy nestled up against him, yet it was aching more than most other mornings. I could feel that it was really hard and I would soon be too uncomfortable to stay where I was without relief.

But Chris looked so good. He was blissfully unaware of my struggle at the moment, and I couldn’t resist staying with him. In fact, I couldn’t resist touching him more, caressing him. I ran my hands over his sleeping form again, from shoulder to knee and back again. I fondled his pecks once more, spreading my fingers through his chest carpet, pausing a second on each bare nipple. They could cut glass, he must have been chilly. My hand glided down to his pelvis and I was somewhat taken aback when I touched his cock. It was hard as well, but not just hard, completely rock solid. I don’t think I’d ever actually felt it that hard before, in the few months we’d been having sex. I grasped it and squeezed, but it wouldn’t compress at all. I could feel my eyes widen in surprise, and desire. I lifted my head and propped myself up on my elbow, looking in the sleeping bag, over Chris’ body down at his cock. I tilted it with my grip and started slightly stroking the skin over its solid inner muscle. I was in awe. It felt like I was holding an iron rod, or a baseball bat, but the thicker part near the middle. I’d never seen or felt his dick like this and I couldn’t resist its allure.

As I rubbed and clutched his astonishingly rigid piece, I lightly rocked my own stiff dick against his back and butt. Not surprisingly Chris finally fluttered awake, and after a quick moment said “Mmm, good morning”. I replied with the standard morning greeting as well, not at all stopping what I was doing. He turned his face towards mine in an awkward bend and our lips met. I kissed him hard and deeply, my tongue filling his mouth, swirling and flicking. His eyes closed and he fell into his submissive self, reaching his hand backwards to pull my head into him harder. Our kiss broke and I stared into his eyes for a moment, now stroking his stiff cock faster than before. He knew I meant business and reacted in kind.

He unzipped his side of the sleeping bag and threw it open. The cold air rushed over us. Involuntary reactions couldn’t be helped as we both shuddered slightly. He then rolled his shoulder back, tuning his body towards mine and I instinctively retracted my hips, allowing him to fall onto his back. I looked down admiringly over his full body now, that amazing solid cock in my hand, bigger and stronger than I’d ever seen it before. He followed my eyes as well, looking down at himself, taking in his own situation. I noticed him glance over to my cock, seeing it also hard, and reaching to take it in his hand. He was irresistible in this moment, and I wasted no time pushing myself up to hover over him. He opened his legs for me and I rested my knees on the ground between them. I leaned back sitting up on my feet, still gripping his member, but mine slipped from his reach.

I looked down at my lover, taking in the sight. He rested his hands up by his head, one behind it, lifting slightly, his strong biceps bulging in the process. His pecks were lifted, stretching his lean stomach up with them, exposing his hard abs beneath the surface. His legs were open, balls tightened and perched above his hole, in the cold morning air. His unbelievably firm, heavy cock was just unreal in this moment and it turned me on more than anything. I immediately bent down to take it in my mouth. It was so thick, I could barely get my lips around it. I opened my jaw and tried to clear my teeth from touching as I slid it in, though I did know by this point that Chris liked a little teeth. As I drew him into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of his beautiful shaft on my tongue, I heard him moan. I pushed my head down as far as I could, but had to stop before my nose brushed his pubic hair. Normally I could deep throat his 6 inch piece without trouble, but now it was too much. It was so thick and girthy, so dense and solid that it had no give. It was like shoving our biggest glass dildo down my throat, which I can’t really do. I gagged slightly and pulled back. I tried again, savouring the taste of him as I slid his monster past my tongue. I savoured the feeling of his smooth tube in my mouth and began to give a simple blowjob instead of trying to deepthroat him now. I slurped and sucked and moved my hand with my mouth. I enjoyed his cock for a good ten minutes, repeatedly taking him in my mouth with long slow strokes, as not to make him cum quickly. When I finally came out of my cockdrunk stupor and looked up at him, he had his eyes shut tight and seemed to be wincing a bit, as if he was in pain.