ave a fairly secluded hook-up sight close to the lake, but away from the few other holiday campers due to the large size of Brian’s parents’ RV. We all were assigasks by Dave and Mike, includiing up a few tents far enough away from the RV to allow for some “privacy” even amongst each other. These guys thought of everything. This wasn’t my first “frat-dude” camping trip, so I kind of khe drill. The tents were used for those times when two or more of the dudes would slip off and want to do some “expl” of their “curiosities”. What a bunch of in-denial closeted fags. But, who am I to plain…..frat-meat was on the menu tonight and the night and I was hungry. I had my wood collected, tent pitched, and fishing pole s done and started helping Jonnie and Brian preparing dinner and building our first camp fire. By the time the sun was setting we had already polished off a feast of a steak dinner and several bottles of beer, each, aled in for romised to be a very bromo-erotic evening.

We all sat he r campfire, after dinner, playing cards and shooting the shit. At one point, the tequila bottle appeared. That was my queue for “things are about to get iing”. Big brother Dave poured everybody a healthy shot and toasted his fellow frat-bro’s as he slugged back the first of many shots to e. The hard liquor was a critical part of the whole ritual. The druhey got, the closer we all got to “getting busy”. Within an hour, I was feeling no pain. Dave made up some lame excuse about taking a look at the lake and soon both he and Mike were off somewhere doing what es naturally between two drunken frat dudes. Jonnie and Sean were having “eye-sex” even though both of them could barely keep their own eyes from squinting due to the smoke from the camp-fire and the effects of the tequila. Soon after Mike followed Dave towards the lake, Sean pulled Jonnie up from where he was sitting and told him they were going for a hike….Hike my ass……Sean was going for “Round 2” and hike his walking stick up Jonnie’s “worail”. That just left me and Brian, sitting at the camp fire, directly across from each other, staring hungrily at each other. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games. I stood up, stumbled around the camp fire, and sat dowo him.

“What’s up bro???” Brain asked

“My cock…….bro…..” I replied

“Jeez….you sure aren’t shy.” Brain stated

“Nope…..don’t play games either.

Not gonna pretend like I wanna go see the lake. Not gonna ‘go on a hike’ with you. Not gonna even claim that I don’t wanna do this……..” I replied and then looked right at him, leaned in, and gave him a kiss.

Brian seemed to like my direct approach. His lips crushed against mine and we kissed each other with intensely and passionately. When our tongues iwined, I felt him reach up and put his hands oher side of my face. It gave me the opportunity to push him back a little without the ability to balance himself. I felt rather aggressive for some reason and had him on his side and then his back. I swung my legs over his torso and straddled him as we tinued kissing. I started grinding my body and my rock hard , beh me, as we made out in the dim light of the campfire. We both audibly moaned as we enjoyed expl the taste of one another and the feeling of our hard cocks rubbing against the others with only our shorts and briefs separating them. We kissed for what seemed like almost an hour before taking it to the level.

Let me you a little something about frat-dude Brian. My brother Dave and Brian were roommates and in the same fraternity. Brian and Dave played football together in high school, but Brian’s go-to sport has always been swimming. He has the classic swimmers

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