Bare in a tent

When I went camping, I slept naked as often as I could. At home, I didn't want my parents to walk in and find me bare, so I still wore underwear at home. Off on an camping trip, I'd get in the bag and lose the underwear. One winter trip, I'm sharing a tent with Don, Matt's brother. (Matt had two brothers in our troop. I saw all three cocks.) Don was a year younger than me. I saw him at school all the time. He was a friendly kid with blond curly hair. He liked Broadway musicals and other artsy things. Yeah. Maybe.

I had packed a blanket because I knew that the lining of my sleeping bag felt cool to my skin. It could keep you alive in winter temperatures, but there was no promise you'd be happy. Don was complaining about how cold he was. "I'd share my blanket with you if I could, but it's not like I can split it between two sleeping bags."

I wasn't trying to be a dick about things, but I was toasty in my blanket cocoon and I wanted to get some sleep. The scoutmaster was going to be up early, yelling for us to start our day. Then I noticed that Don's teeth were chattering. His bag was probably a little better than mine and if he toughed it out, he eventually would have been warm. But eventually can be a long time coming when you're cold and there was going to be lot of shivering before he warmed up that bag.

Our survival fitness training had told us that skin-to-skin was the fastest way to warm someone up. You've got a hypothermia victim, warm him with your bare skin against his. I told Don he could share my bag if he wanted to get warm, but since I was already naked, he would have to be too. He promised and I unzipped my bag, opening the blanket a bit. The cold air started to seep in.

There was motion next to me and then a pink blur as Don got in next to me. We were face to face and I reached over him to zip my bag back up. "You naked?" I asked. He confirmed it and so did I, running a hand along his side along his hip. Two naked teens in a blanket. His skin was cool against mine. I guess his sleeping bag really had been cold.

After a moment, his cock was poking me in the stomach. "You're poking me," and I reached down to move his cock out of the way. No intention of copping a feel. Honest. I didn't notice any hair as I grabbed him and shifted his cock off to an angle. Now my cock was poking him. He reached down and moved mine. We shifted each other's cocks about for a bit (which was guaranteed to make sure that they were going to continue to poke).

I didn't notice any hair in his crotch, but then I didn't spend as much time fishing about as I should have. This is one of those "if I knew then" moments. We're naked and hard in a single sleeping bag. How dumb was I at that age?

After a bit of our hard cocks smacking each other, we decided to get some sleep. We weren't going to manage it face to face, so I convinced Don to roll over so we could sleep spoon fashion. We went to sleep with my cock nestled against his buns. We were warm and it felt good.