Fishing trip ll

The feel of someone else's hand close to my dick caused it to stir. My heart beat quicker wondering if Mike knew where his hand was. Nervously I laid still and tried to go back to sleep. A couple of minutes later, Mike's fingers moved and his pinky rested on my semi hard dick. He moved it a little, then moved his hand over and on top of it. Turning his head, he whispered, you still feel cold. Yes, I answered. Turning to face me he said, take off your under pants. I know something that will help you warm up. Puzzled, I thought how can taking everything off warm me up. But I did as he asked. He took his right hand and held my dick. Kneading it in his fingers, it grew stiffer. My heart was pounding. Moving his hand up and down, slow at first he stroked my dick. He was right, my face felt warmer, and so did my dick. As he sped up and slowed, he would rub the piss slit of my head. Soon I began to shake and my dick throbbed. He slid down and sucked my dick into his mouth. As my dick pumped, he sucked me dry. When I went limp, he sat up and asked if I felt better. Catching my breath, I said yes. Rolling over, he pulled me tight against him and held my dick.
The next morning I woke up with Something pressed on my butt and him pulling on my dick. Shifting my hips, I thought I could get it to move. Mike asked, you like that. I said yes, thinking he meant his hand on my dick. He reached between us and moved his dick till it was wedged between my butt cheeks. Rolling back, he held my dick again. Looking back, I said what is that poking me. Squeezing my dick, he asked if I had a dick in my butt before. Shocked, I said no. Hugging me he said we have to do something about that.