"Just Friends by JP" - Part 1

"Just Friends"

Story by JP

PART 1 of 4

 

Jim couldn't believe it! It was a three day spring trip of just dudes, no parents - and Sam had called Jim's tent! I mean, not that Jim should really feel flattered, cause Sam was just claiming the nicest tent for himself, but still - Jim would be sharing a tent with the hottest guy in high school.

He really didn't know how a Junior could be so perfect. Sam was an athletic jock with just enough rippling muscles, had unbridled confidence and could get away with anything because everybody loved him. There was just one thing, this rugby quarterback was always taken...by a girl. But the thing was, Sam had always been able to share things with Jim that he never shared with anyone else, so Jim knew that something was there that no one else had...

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Jim grunted in frustration as he tried unsuccessfully to pull down the tent from his truck rack. It's not that he was scrawny, but he played soccer, which gave him wonderful legs, but didn't make upper body strength a priority. But still, how embarrassing...Sam quickly came to the rescue, "Need some help?"

Jim grinned, trying to hide his embarrassment, "Yeah, I just can't seem to get it off." He laughed to himself at the unintended innuendo, knowing that Sam would pick up on it.

Sam hopped on the bumper, lifted the tent, and landed on the ground with one fluid motion, standing there with a sexy grin. "You know, there are doctors that can help you with that," he said with a wink. "You should really come to my house and workout in my gym. It could help you with stuff like this," he said as he slung the tent over his shoulder effortlessly.

Jim laughed, and grabbed the inflatable mattress. "I might take you up on that!" he said, following Sam to the tent area.

The other guys were already setting up and blaring tunes from the radio. There were only six of us, but we were close, and Sam was obviously the one that took charge, even if I was a year older. Everyone just looked up to him. The thing about this group is that they were confident enough in their "straightness" that they would be cracking gay jokes and innuendos about each other all the time. Jim did his best to keep his feelings in check, but it was definitely fun to be able to crack some off right along with them, even if they didn't know he was gay.

Sam started assembling the tent. "Here," he said to Jim, "Take this pole to that corner and we'll cross them in the middle."

"Ooh, sexy!" Jim teased.

"Oh shut up!" Sam laughed, shaking his head.

They put the tent up in no time and then they all went to play soccer and football on the grassy field nearby. Sam would give Jim pointers on how to catch a football properly, and Jim would teach him how to dribble a soccer ball. But with being the natural he was at everything, Sam picked it up quickly, and Jim still sucked at football.

After running around and jumping in the lake to cool off, they built a fire and spend the evening around it just chilling and grilling burgers. Sam was able to grab some beer from his dad's private stash. It wasn't the first time Jim had drank, but he was still wary of it since he didn't want to clue in the guys that he was gay, and alcohol tended to make him act more himself. They all drank two each and started joking around about one of the guys needing some gay porn. Jim piped up, "Guess what, man, there's an app for that!" Everyone exploded in laughter.

When it was finally time to turn in, the guys teased Jim about having a long night with Sam in the tent. Jim fired back with, "Well it seems to me that you guys might have difficulty sleeping yourselves, you perverts!"

Once Sam was inside, he immediately started stripping off his clothes. He was just perfect to look at, and Jim was immediately trying to hide his hard-on as Sam lifted the shirt over his head. "I hope you don't mind, but I always sleep naked," he said, slipping out of his shorts.

Jim tried to mask his excitement and instead smirked a little, "That's a little gay, man, but I don't mind." To prove it, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

Sam climbed in his sleeping bag and took his boxer briefs off underneath the cover. Such a shame! Jim followed suit, and then struck up conversation with him, since he would be looser after two beers.

"So how are you and Chelsea doing?" Jim asked as Sam clicked off the flashlight.

"We're alright I guess. For some reason she's started to block me every time I want to have sex. Probably because we fight a lot." He had been her boyfriend for about three months now.

"Well that doesn't seem very happy to me," Jim offered. "So I guess you're looking for some guy's ass on the side then, right?" Jim said teasingly.

Sam laughed, "Dude, you know I'm not gay..."

Jim was about to say "Yeah, I know" but then Sam said, "...but I am pretty horny."

Jim couldn't tell if he was kidding or not, since it was too dark to see his face. He didn't want to risk losing a friendship for admitting to Sam that he was gay and would happily oblige him, so he changed the subject. They talked about everything from world peace to ugly teachers and soon got very tired.

"Sam?" Jim said after some silence.

"Yeah?"

"Are you cold? Because I'm freezing!" Sure enough, the temperature on the mountain seemed to have dropped to thirty and they had no other blankets.

"Yeah," Sam said thinking. "Maybe we should link sleeping bags and trap the heat...but my underwear is over there," he said glancing beyond his reach.

"I don't really care, as long as you don't rape me in my sleep," Jim teased.

Sam laughed, "I'm good, as long as you don't try anything either."

"Deal."

And with that, they joined their sleeping bags, and closed up the space between them so they were barely touching. Soon Sam was asleep, but Jim could not possibly sleep that night. It was torture being close to something that hot and not doing anything about it.

He slowly fingered his still rock hard cock and started imagining what it would be like having sex with Sam, feeling his muscles, hearing his moans when he took his cock in his mouth, tasting his semen as it shot down his throat. Soon his cock was about to blow.

Suddenly, Sam stirred a little bit. Fuck! Had he woken him up by breathing too loud? Jim tried to hold back, but he had already started to feel the tingling in his balls as his load exploded onto his chest. He moaned ever so quietly, but he couldn't help himself. Shit!

Sam stirred a little again, this time turning on his side away from Jim. Shit, was he still asleep or did he catch me masturbating? Jim grabbed his old pair of underwear to clean up. He couldn't sleep again the whole rest of the night, this time trying to figure out if he'd lost his best friend by masturbating in the same bed.