Tony was breathing very heavily and each exhalation was accompanied by a gentle exclamation. Then his dick and prostate both throbbed in unison, his sphincter tightened around my finger and his cum spurted into the back of my throat. I had to swallow hard to keep pace with him but his thrusting and moaning gradually subsided and I pulled off him and licked the last drops of cum from his dick. We cleaned up and Tony wrapped his arms and legs around me, pulled my sleeping bag over us and we drifted off to sleep.
At 4 am I woke to find myself still entwined with Tony but our air beds had slipped apart and we were lying on the cold hard ground. Then the silence hit me and I realised that it had stopped raining. I was grateful for this as I had an urgent need to empty my bladder. I carefully extricated myself from Tony’s embrace, rolling him onto his back, slipped into my trainers and poked my head out of the tent.
The sky was clear with the stars shining brightly, the grass was wet but there was no sign of flooding. I scooted round to the bushes behind the tent and relieved myself. I was just shaking off the last drip when I heard a sound behind me and a hand gave me a playful slap on the butt and Tony said “I need to do that too”. While he was taking a wee I unlocked my car so that we could get his sleeping bag and a few other things we needed to appear “respectable”. I knew my pals would be making an early start to come down from Scotland and I didn’t want them to surprise us.