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My friend Ben and I had just graduated from high school and my parents wanted to have a party at our family retreat in Aspen. I'm Cody and couldn't wait to get out of Denver for a summer vacation before starting College.

There were about 15 of us for that long weekend. Family (my siblings) and friends. Most importantly Ben. When everybody had to leave (including my parents) I had asked Ben and his folks who were there if he could stay with me for a couple of weeks so I could introduce him to a wonderful mountain hiking experience in what is known as the Maroon Bells. Beautiful.

Ben's parents first resisted the idea until my Dad convinced them that these kinds of experiences last a lifetime and Ben should be able to return to his job at the grocery market in Boulder where they live. If not...no great loss of income LOL. All expenses paid for Ben and me when everybody leaves. Thanks Pops!

Two days after everyone was gone, Ben and I were prepared and packed for two weeks in the high country. For the first several days, the mountain air, sunshine and mountain flowers overcame our senses. We had become expert at setting camp each evening eating our wonderful menu of ramen noodles, dry soup mixed with water and anything else containing carbs. not great eats but we weren't there for the dining experience.

Now well into our second week we found the weather to be drastically changing. Not uncommon at 10,000+ feet of altitude, it became cold, damp and rainy. Mid-afternoon on that Tuesday a freak snow storm hit us completely unexpectedly. We were already cold and wet from a day long hike in the rain and it seemed our best advice would be to set camp for the night.

After our backpack tent was set up, Ben climbed into his sleeping bag and I noticed him shivvering, he wasn't talking and in the low light of the day..he looked blue. I went over to him and asked if he was okay...there was no response. My limited first aid training kicked in: Ben had hypothermia. Action needed to be taken quickly.

I went out of our tent and fired up the camp stove and boiled water and put a package of ramen in. I stirred while the wind was blowing, snow coming down sideways. I just knew whatever, Ben needed carbs now. And I got him to drink the warm broth and spoon fed him the noodles.

He seemed to be responding enough that I then told him he needed to get out of his wet clothes. I assisted with getting him out of three layers of clothing all of which were soaked. I pulled off his jeans, his socks and his underwear leaving him completely naked. I grabbed my dry sleeping bag and helped him get into that.

First aid for hypothermia also provided an opportunity I will never forget...

To completely warm someone whose body temp has fallen well below 98.6 I knew I must take off all of my clothes, get into the sleeping bag with Ben and hold him closely to my much warmer body temperature.

We laid together facing each other for hours. Listening to the coyotes howl, the snow/sleet/rain pelting our tent but we were now both warm. We talked about growing up, our friendship and so many great experiences together when I felt Ben hardening up against my already semi-hard cock. He looked at me and smiled.

As if I had provided the miracle cure, Ben managed to contort himself, move down inside of the sleeping bag that we were sharing and took my cock inside of his mouth. A first time experience that when he asked if I minded...I just moaned. I think I shot my load into his now warm mouth in two minutes.

Ben unzipped the sleeping back and I turned myself around to greet his 6" hard cock with a drop of precum at the slit that looked like honey in the light of our camp light. I moved in and took the tip with the sweet pre and managed to deep throat Ben..never having done that before. He moaned as well.

When daylight arrived, Ben and I were zipped up together in my sleeping bag. Not great sleeping conditions, but perfect cuddling and warm memories of the night before.

Ben then looked at me with the sun emerging and reflecting off of about 6" of snow that fell he simply said: without your guts...I would have never had the glory to say Good morning Cody. I love you man.

Great trip...needless to say. Ben and I remain best buds...forever.