Curt’s Uncle Frederick had a farm way up north, and for the long weekend Curt and I took a trip up there. It was a long drive and we stopped a few times for food and bathroom and gas and scenery, and by time we got there, there was just enough time to say hello to Uncle Fred and hike up to the orchard where we’d camp. We set up our tent and ate our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Curt planned to make a campfire, but we didn’t have any firewood, so we zipped ourselves into the tent and bundled ourselves beneath the heavy covers Uncle Fred had loaned us. Those blankets were so nice and soft and comfortable. We both fell asleep right away without making love, which was almost unheard of. I slept so well. I guess it was the cool night air.

I woke up to the slimmest slit of light coming through an opening in the tent, so I carefully got up and peeked outside.

Curt was awake, more or less. “Curt,” I said, “there’s a big old bear out there.”

“That’s nice,” he mumbled, and he fell back to sleep. I crawled back under those super comfy covers and nestled close to Curt. For a while I played footsie with him. I liked the feel of the bottom of his feet. After a few minutes of that I snuggled even closer and let my hand find his penis. It was nice and warm. I caressed it gently, and sure enough it grew big and strong.