This is a true story as I remember it. A weekend away in the snowy winter with a close friend of mine while in my twenties.
I was up at my parent's cottage with a close friend of mine. It was the middle of winter in Northern Ontario. We used one bedroom, and the fireplace was the only source of heat for the cottage.
There was lots and lots of snow around the cottage so we scooped up melted snow and boiled it for drinking....but also melted it for toilet flushing! My dad has asked us to piss in the snow, and only flush the toilet when we took a dump. Something to do with the septic tank, and water off etc. Being up there for 4 days and 3 nights, we just pissed in a pail, and dumped it outside.
We were up to do some cross country skiing and just hang-out for the weekend. We ate, made fires, talked, but did a lot of walking and skiing.
The first night we got up there, the snow was so deep we couldn't pull into the driveway. I tramped through the snow, and opened the cottage, and Frank and I lit the fire to get the place warmed up. Then, I handed Frank a shovel, and the two of us spent the next few hours digging out the driveway, fooling around a little as we dug out the drive and path to the front door. It was dark but the moon and stars were in full view, and we could see okay.
When we got inside, our clothes were soaked. We took them off, and laid them close to the fire to dry off overnight. We shared one room , and I remember looking over at him (while joking and talking) enjoying his good size hairy cock hanging down beneath his sweater. It was like something out of a fantasy, and I was hoping he'd want to walk around like that all night. No luck of course. He slipped on his flannel boxers, and woolie socks - as did I, and we poured drinks - made snacks, and sat on the couch by the fire.
We talked for a bit, but were tired and went to bed.
In the bedroom, was one double bed and one single bed. We jostled over who would get the single, but decided that we'd sleep together to keep each other warm. There was a little sexual excitement or nervousness in the air, but nothing really explicit. I remember him saying that he usually sleeps nude - and asking out loud what he should do...obvisouly being nervous about it. (we had never roomed before) This guy was a really good straight friend of mine. He had no inkling of any of my bi-desires.
Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I told him it didn't matter to me. (I was trying to cover up my hardon) He rolled back on the bed and with his legs in the air, yanked off his boxers, rolled back to a sitting position, and yelled - "It's cold in here", and decided to not only put his boxers back on, but a shirt too.
I kept on my boxers, and t-shirt, and crawled in beside him. It was still pretty cold, and we kicked our legs to get some friction and heat in there. It worked. I stayed hard for about an hour, and had to concentrate really hard to get to sleep. This guy was a close match to John Boy Walton - soft spoken - but warm, friendly and good looking.
In the morning, I woke up and his arm was across my chest. He was in a deep deep sleep, so I just lay there, feeling the warmth of his body close to mine. Of course, my dick sprung to life again, and I wondered - just for a moment if I should try anything.
So, I slid upward to a sitting position, while his arm laid now - over my hardon. He slowly woke up and I pretended to be trying to quietly move out of bed so as "not to wake him". He took his arm away from my body and rubbed his face waking up, looking over to my crotch. He saw my hardon poking out from my boxers, and laughed a little, then turned over saying he was going back to sleep.
I got out of bed, and stoked up the fire adding more wood. I also had to jerk off I was so horny. It took about 30 seconds - and I remember licking it all up.
(I can't believe how much detail I remember here, but I honestly remember it all. It's a good jo story that pleases me regularly)
I made some coffee, and sat there sipping it along with Bailey's Irish Cream when Frank came out of the bedroom. His boxers were off, and he just had his shirt and socks on - looking for the pail to take a piss. We just used a large plastic beach pail which he pissed into facing me in the hallway. He almost filled the thing up!
When I commented on how much piss he put in the pail, he sad he can go without pissing for 2 days if he has to. Then he handed the pail my way and asked if I need to add any to his before he dumped it outside.
I told him that I hadn't pissed yet that morning, and walked over to him, and took the pail. He held it while I pissed into it. (No comments were made, but I stared at his cock the whole time - looking for any signs of rising - none!)
He slipped into his boots, and walked out to the back of the cottage and dumped the urine - no pants on. I watched through the window, as he jumped up and down in the cold, making his dick dance around. It was pretty funny actually.
He came inside and he ran in to the bedroom to put his flannel boxers back on. After breakfast, we put the dishes aside (we'd do only one load a day), and discussed our plans for the day. We went back in the bedroom and got dressed - small-talking the whole time. We made a lunch to take in our packs, and headed out for some cross-country skiing.
The day was great - beautiful sunny day - not too cold - we talked about lots of things, and had some really good laughs.
When we got inside, it was freezing again, and it took awhile to heat up. The routine was similar as the night before. We played some cards, drank a little, and went to bed. We had taken the time to get to know each other better, and this time, he felt comfortable enough to strip down nude to go to bed. Again, he asked if I minded - and I told him it was fine with me - whatever he was comfortable with. But I kept on my boxers - it was the only way I could hide my hardon.
We talked for a bit about sex, but not long, and he was off to sleep. It was too dark for me to really see his entire body naked, but I remember I had to concentrate hard to go to sleep.
The next morning I was woken up by Frank crawling over top of me to get to the washroom. (The bed was up against the wall). I heard screams of pain referring to the cold toilet seat. When he was finished, he ran to the bedroom, jumped on the bed and under the covers, and hugged me tight to get warm, kicking my legs. I started rubbing him quick and hard on his back and legs, and somehow, in that rubbing, our cocks met - but just brushing against the other. He said he was going to back to sleep.
Next morning - guess what I did - got up and jerked off again!! Same routine as yesterday. This time, when he came out of the bedroom, he was dressed, and I had passed out after I came. I guess my dick was still out of my fly, my hand around it...and I heard some loud comment that startled me. He commented about my dick being out, and I pushed it back inside....both of us laughing embarassingly. This started a morning conversation about jerking off - how often - where - how, but he ended it abruptly about plans for the day.
Today, we hiked through the snow, on some cleared trails, and enjoyed as much of the same comradery as we had the day before.
That night when we drank, watched the fire, and ate some good steaks we were quiet. We were wearing t-shirt, boxers, and socks. We had moved into a different phase of friendship that made it okay to just sit with each other instead of always having to talk. We were content and close.
Sometime during the evening, he had to piss in the pail, but had been drinking - perhaps more than we both thought. He grabbed the pail with one hand, pulled out his penis with the other hand. But when he tried to talk to me while pissing, the pail slipped, and spilled on his boxers and legs and socks. We both laughed, but of course had to clean it up. He slipped his boxers and socks off, and we grabbed rags, and cleaned up - him with freezing cold water and soap - but it was funny just the same.
When we were done, we moved the couch up closer to the fire, and he sat sprawled out so he could get his legs warm. Our legs were touching. We were still sipping on wine, when he started to sing...."Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" I looked over and he had lifted penis up so his balls were exposed...hence the "nuts roasting on an open fire...." I decided to join him, while we sang to song right through to the end.
We finished the song....laughed....and started to sing a little more. At one point - he grabbed my cock and used it as a microphone while he belted out - "You ain't nuthin but a houndog". He didn't hold it the whole time - just for a few seconds. I responded - after he was finished - with "I've grown accustomed to your face"...while holding his penis and staring into the head. He laughed and stood up, walking to the kitchen for a refill. I had a hardon, he did not.
When he came back, he stood in front of me with wine bottle, and his cock at eye level....asking me if wanted anything. I remember wondering if this was him asking if I wanted to suck his cock, or if it was just a simple question regarding food and drink. I looked up at his face for some kind of sign, and when I didn't get it, I just raised my wine glass to his cock and he poured.
He stood there for a minute, I looked at his hairy sac, and healthy soft cock - a little large than before and looked up at him again. He turned and sat down beside me - keeping his distance. "It's nice being able to hang around - almost nude with a friend. Thanks. Just to let you know..you have a nice looking dick". "So do you" I said. Then we raised our glasses and cheered our dicks...and I took one further step and "clinked" my penis, and reached over and ran my glass over his penis. "Cheers buddy" I said. He let out this nervous giggle. and responded by opening and closing his legs while he said in a huge low voice - "YOU'RE WELCOME" as if he whole crotch were talking.
We sat there, our hairy legs touching for a long time - in a very very sexually stimulated atmosphere. I was rock-hard - he didn't care - and he wasn't hard. I think that neither of us knew what would happen if we did anything - we were questioning the ending. Maybe it's all we needed to stop things from moving on. Neither of us wanted our to jeopardize our close friendship.
When we stood up to go to bed, we hugged - in a little bit of buzzed stupor - and he told me that I was a good friend. Our dicks touched once- but it just our arms and our chests in contact - and we went to bed. Nothing happened. We went to sleep.
That night, our feet and hairy legs met frequently. The next morning, we just felt really close. I was dressed, he remained partially dressed, and we were okay. He's married and moved away, so we're not in touch a great deal, but when we connect - it's good.