Alpine Hiking Adventure – Four British Mates & a Perfect Day in the Bavarian Mountains

Four best friends, all in their mid-twenties, athletic, tanned, with short beards and that typical British outdoor look, hike high into the Bavarian Alps on a warm autumn day. The air is crystal clear, the scent of pine and moss everywhere. They laugh loudly, sweating slightly under their tight hiking shirts that cling to their toned torsos. After three hours, they reach a secluded alpine meadow, far from the trails, just them and the mountains.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” says Tom, dropping his backpack. They spread out the large picnic blanket, take off their hiking boots, and place their bare feet on the soft grass. The sun feels pleasantly warm on their skin.

Alex takes out the chilled bottle of white wine, along with a large bowl of dark grapes. They lean back, shirts unbuttoned, chest hair glistening with sweat.

“Open wide, mate,” Jamie grins, placing a grape between Ryan’s lips, deliberately letting it slide over Ryan’s lower lip. Ryan laughs, bites down, juice running down his chin. Jamie wipes it away with his thumb, far too slowly, for far too long.

One after the other, they feed each other. Fingers brush against lips, lingering a moment too long. The mood shifts ever so slightly: play turns into something electric. Tom lies on his stomach, chin resting in his hand, and lets Alex feed him. With each grape, Alex's thumb touches the tip of Tom's tongue. Tom closes his eyes briefly. "That feels good..."

The wine is taking effect. The shirts land on the grass. Four bare torsos, defined by months of climbing and running. Ryan lies down next to Tom, gently stroking his back, from his shoulder blades down to his waistband. Tom takes a deep breath, pressing himself lightly into the touch.

Jamie and Alex sit facing each other, knees touching. Jamie leans forward, whispers, "I've wanted to touch you like this for years..." and kisses Alex for the first time. Softly, tentatively, then hungrily. The other two watch, breathless.

Within minutes, all four are pressed tightly together. Lips, tongues, hands everywhere. Gentle caresses become more demanding: nipples are licked, bellies kissed, fingers slide under waistbands. Shorts and boxers are pulled down, four stiff, long cocks spring free, throbbing with arousal, already dripping from the tips.

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