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Curious Camping Trip
by Sexperimental (address withheld)

***

When I studied abroad I took a brief camping trip with a 
guy I had just met. We hiked into the Andes and I never 
could have predicted what I was in for. (MM, 1st-gay-
expr, mast, oral)

***       

My senior year in high school, I signed up to study 
abroad in Argentina. I was thrilled to leave the U.S. 
and experience a brand new culture, and hopefully meet 
some sexy women.  I had been in Buenos Aires for a full 
semester, and it was time for a mid-summer summer break 
(which is in December in the South). I was out one night 
with some friends from school, at a music venue, when I 
met this French-Italian guy named Nicolas. He was 
traveling alone through Latin America and was interested 
in hiking into Andes a little ways and possibly camping 
out. Sounded good to me, so I got his number and we met 
up the next day at his hostel to plan it out. 

I ran the idea by some of my friends, some cute girls 
included, but everyone had already made plans. Nicolas 
and I began planning the trip, and we invited some cute 
Spanish girls from the hostel, but they wanted to stay 
in the city. So we decided it would be easier anyway to 
just go the two of us. We headed out on a bus, which 
took us to a town just off the mountains. 

We spent the night there and gathered up food and 
supplies which we would need. We rented sleeping pads 
and a tent. We headed off hiking up a trail early in the 
morning. We hiked and discussed all sorts of things, 
sharing life stories and revealing future plans and 
goals. By nightfall we had found a nice spot off the 
side of the trail, and set up camp for the night. We 
slept sound, and the sun was rising before we knew it. 

We headed off again, hiking into the Andes.  
Surprisingly enough, we saw few backpackers and the 
further we progressed the fewer we saw.  We discussed 
women and shared fantasies about all the beautiful women 
here in South America. We discussed the club scene in 
Buenos Aires, and shared our favorite clubs. I joked 
about a gay bar that was right in the area where we had 
met, we both chuckled. 

He said in his Italian accent, "I just can't understand 
how they don't like women." 

"Yeah I feel you," I replied, "I guess some people are 
just different." 

He responded with a smile, "But the bisexuals, they have 
the best of both worlds! I envy them."  

I laughed and pondered his comment for a second. 

He continued, "I wish I could be like that, and a enjoy 
both men and women," I replied.

"Yeah I guess that would be cool, that way you're not 
missing out." 

We chatted about the cute Argentinian girls a little 
longer, and before we knew it we were at a great 
stopping place. An old man owned this plot of land, and 
agreed to let us camp there without cost. There was an 
ice cold lake, and trail leading up to some snow covered 
peaks, and a nice campfire area. I thought about what 
Nicolas had been saying about being bisexual, and agreed 
that it would be nice to enjoy a whole other world, yet 
I just couldn't relate to homosexuality in that way.  
Was Nicolas hinting toward something? was he bisexual? I 
became nervous thinking that he might try to come on to 
me. But I convinced myself that he was just speaking 
hypothetically. 

We hung around for a bit, and visited with some fellow 
hikers, then decided to hike up a trail. It was nice 
hiking without our bags and stuff, it was a rather 
refreshing walk. For some reason I couldn't get what 
Nicolas had said out of my mind. That thought had never 
occurred to me before. Nicolas was 22 and about an inch 
taller than me. He had a slender figure, and a handsome 
face. For the first time I felt attracted to a man.  

Maybe it was because he had soft features, and sort of 
looked feminine. Or because what he had said for some 
reason made me feel more comfortable and open minded. I 
wasn't sure. The more we walked the more my attraction 
grew. I caught myself checking out his fit body and the 
way he moved.  Freaking myself out, I changed my train 
of thought, and we started chatting away. Before long we 
arrived back at the camp, and it was just before sunset. 

We cooked up beans and rice and had a little dinner. 
Exhausted, we crawled into our tent and laid down for 
bed. Letting my mind stray, I came back to the thoughts 
I was having earlier. My penis began to grow, as I 
fantasized, for the first time, about another guy.  
Soon, I was asleep.

**

The next day we arose slowly and were out of the tent by 
noon. We decided to go hike around the huge lake, and 
maybe go for a dip. Despite the water being insanely 
cold, we thought it might be refreshing to clean up. We 
began our hike, circling the body of water. To our 
surprise we were the only people checking out the lake. 
There was a couple that was camping at the same place, 
but they had left early, on a big trek up the mountain. 

After about an hour, we came to a nice spot, that 
provided for easy access in and out of the lake. We felt 
the water and sure enough it was ice cold! However there 
were no showers at our camp site, so we decided it would 
be necessary to hop in and out. We did bring towels 
after all. Nicolas was going first, and being European 
he didn't hesitate to drop his pants and underwear and 
bare all. 

I caught a glimpse of his fully nude, fairly hairless 
body jetting into the freezing water. "Ooohhh, damn! 
thats cold!" he exclaimed. Within three minutes he  came 
out, giving me a full on frontal view of his body, as he 
left the water. I couldn't help but look at his penis, 
which was fairly small at this point, about 2 and a half 
inches long and no more than an inch around. 

His willingness to expose himself impressed me, and 
subtly turned me on. My penis began to get hard, and he 
exclaimed, "Your turn!." Shit I thought, he might see my 
partially erect penis, I hesitated. "What are you 
waiting for?" He asked. 

"It looks fucking cold," I responded. 

"Hey man, I went in, now you got to!"

I slipped off my shirt and slid down my pants, then 
slowly removed by boxers. My penis flicked out in a 
partially hard state, and I jetted toward the lake.... 
SPLASH!!! I froze up. Damn it was colder than cold. My 
dick shrunk right down to its minimal size. 

I rinsed off my body and soon proceeded out of the 
water. Looking down, I noticed my penis was tiny, and 
couldn't help but feel embarrassed. I caught Nicolas 
glancing at my genitals, as he couldn't seem to keep his 
eyes off of me. 

I got dressed and we finished our hike around the lake. 
I couldn't get the image of his nude body out of my 
head. Why did he captivate me like this?  Was he 
checking out my  body in the same way? Or was I just 
imagining it? I felt confused. 

We hung around the campsite for the rest of the day, and 
decided to spend one more night, then keep moving. The 
sun went down and we had a campfire with the couple in 
the campsite. Finally, we retired to our tent.  We got 
into our sleeping bags and laid in silence, drifting 
off. 

At one point I lifted my head up to roll my neck, and I 
noticed that his sleeping bag was slightly moving around 
down by his genital area. I squinted and looked harder, 
thinking that I must be imagining things.  Then it 
started moving more and more, and I noticed that he was 
breathing a little heavier. I laid back down in 
disbelief, was he really pleasuring himself, right here 
next to me!?!  Does he know that I can see? Does he want 
me to see? Is he asleep or pretending to be?  

Questions and thoughts overwhelmed my mind. I started to 
get very horny. I felt my dick prick up and I reached 
down and slid off my sweats and underwear. In a flurry 
of desire and curiosity, I decided to interpret his 
action as a subtle invitation for experimenting and I 
was going to accept it!  

I had always been ready for new experiences, and was 
never the type to be afraid to try out new things.  So I 
slowly unzipped the side of my sleeping bag that was 
facing him,  allowing for access from that side, and 
began stroking my penis. I slid my hand up and down 
firmly, (making it obvious what I was doing, had he had 
a clear view of my sleeping bag), while breathing a 
little harder than usual. What the hell am I doing! I 
thought. 

My heart was racing and I was very nervous. This could 
be very interesting, maybe enjoyable or maybe gross, or 
a total embarrassment. What would my friends say if they 
found out about this? Hell, no one would ever know, 
we're in the secluded mountains after all... 

After about 5 minutes, I heard his sleeping bag unzip 
down the side that was close to me.  My heart stopped, I 
paused and waited in dead silence, not a word had been 
said.  Nothing happened.  I waited longer, and still it 
was silent. What the hell was going on?  Hornier than 
ever, I was overcome by my sex drive and curiosity, and 
decided to make a move. I slowly reached my hand out of 
my bag, and felt that indeed he had opened his bag to 
me.  I stopped, my heart stopped.  

Fuck It! I thought. I reached up and slid my hand over 
his thigh, and grabbed his penis. It was partially erect 
as if he had recently stopped masturbating. He didn't 
move or make a sound. I began stroking, his penis came 
to a fully hard state and was a little bit larger than 
mine, just short of 7 inches. I went faster and faster,  
moving my hand like I had done so many times to myself. 

Without a sound he reached over and peeled the sleeping 
bag back, revealing his genitals.  We had both silently 
agreed to try this out.  Shortly, he reached over and 
flung back my sleeping bag, revealing my nude body. He 
began stroking my already rock solid boner.  We jerked 
away for about ten minutes, without words, just slight 
moaning.  

My hand was becoming tired, so I slowed down to a stop, 
he did the same. I was unexplainably horny by this 
point! I could feel the blood throbbing through my erect 
penis.  Then, without even thinking, in whirl of lust, 
uncontrollably, I sat up and moved my face down to his 
mid-section. Gripping the base of his cock, I inserted 
the head into my mouth, and began sucking. 

I knew what good head was like, so I figured it out 
fairly quickly. I licked his head with my tongue and 
began moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I pushed it 
back as deep as possible, and gagged a little, but kept 
sucking and licking, pushing it deep every now and then. 
He began to moan louder and louder. "Oh Danny, suck me, 
suck it good!" The taste reminded me of pussy, salty and 
fishy, and the activity wasn't all too different, 
although it was definitely less comfortable having a rod 
in my mouth.  I couldn't think, I couldn't believe what 
I was doing. 

I wasn't gay, was I? No way, I loved girls. Was I 
bisexual? I never felt this way about another guy 
before, it was all just too much to think about. His 
penis was soft and fluids were dripping down my chin. I 
enjoyed the taste of skin and the texture of his member.  
I kept sucking away as he began thrusting his hips, 
forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I choked and 
gagged as he pushed my head down and screwed my face. 

Finally he let out a loud moan, and I felt the thick 
semen flood my mouth, and flow down my throat. I 
swallowed all of it and wiped my mouth, lying down 
totally out of breath.  "That was amazing", he stated. I 
didn't reply and just laid there in silence and in 
disbelief. 

He then sat up and looked at my fully nude, teen body. 
"Your body is so sexy", he stated. "You have no hair 
like a young boy." I chuckled as he ran his hand up my 
thigh. He moved his face toward my waning penis. He ran 
his lips up my shaft and tickled the head with his 
tongue. It was the nicest thing I had felt since 
sleeping with my cousins about a year ago.  I moaned and 
groaned and thrust my hips. 

He gagged and smiled, continuing to blow me and suck 
rapidly. "Oh my god Nicolas!" I exclaimed. "It feels soo 
good!" I looked down to see another man with his lips 
warped around my dick, it really turned me on! 

He went faster than I had ever experienced, and I almost 
couldn't handle it. I screamed with pleasure. I couldn't 
even believe the fact that I was experimenting with 
another guy! Was I gay? At least bisexual for sure. 
Faster and faster he went until my semen came rushing 
through my penis and straight out into his mouth and 
down his throat. 

I shrieked with pleasure as my hips pushed my entire 
penis down his throat. I slowly pulled it out as he 
moved his head back. "You taste so good." 

He stated. "Now I think I  like men too."

We both laughed at his comment, and laid down in our 
sleeping bags. We quickly drifted away into the night. 

The next day we hiked back to town and caught the bus 
back to Buenos Aires. We didn't speak about our sexual 
encounters, but discussed the beautiful scenery of the 
excursion. We parted ways in the city as he headed for 
Uruguay. He whispered in my ear, "Thank you for the 
wonderful time, I learned a lot about myself." Then he 
left with a smile.  That was to be the last I would see 
of Nicolas. 

I returned to my apartment still in disbelief about my 
camping trip. Had that really happened? Did this open up 
a whole new realm of my sexuality? Or was it just a one 
time, magical, kind of thing? I pondered this daily for 
my remaining time in Argentina. 

I often jerked off, fantasizing about my little camping 
trip, recalling such a joyous experience...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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