Camping in Kansas 1962

My group had been camping together for about a year, not very often, maybe once a month. My tent mate was Robby and he had a lot more cock hair than me. After a few times sleeping together, we were showing each other our boners. He would let me pull his bushy cock hair while he jerked off. It was really exciting for me when some of his spunk hit my hand. There were usually three adult fathers on a trip and they always slept in a fancy tent by themselves. One time Robbies father was one of the dads. I didn’t know him at all since he had never been one of the volunteers before. After lunch on Saturday, he took robbie and I for a walk to the creek bank nearby. When we got into a grove of trees, he stopped and turned to me and unzipped his pants and said, robbie told me you like cock hair. He dropped his pants to his ankles and pulled my face into his dick hair and humped my face. After grinding his hard on against my face, he dropped to his knees and I came in his mouth about ten seconds after his lips closed over me. Robbie just stood there the whole time.