boynxxxtdoor
05-08-2004, 12:50 PM
I'm your boy next door type. My looks are a little better than average and keep my body fairly toned. Other than immediate family and very few friends, no one suspects that I'm gay. On this, my mechanic has become one of my str8 buddies.
I"ll call him Mike (not his real name). Mike and I have been acquaintances for the last few years. He is 3 years younger than me and even looks like me. Dark brown, wavy hair. Crystal blue eyes, and a great set of pearlies (if the eyes didn't capture me, it was the smile). At 26, he's got a razor sharp wit and a dis-arming way of speaking.
I struck up a conversation the first time I noticed that he was checking out my 501's. My jeans fit me nicely, suggesting the right amount. Since then, everytime I've found a reason to take my car to him, I've worn my faded 501's. Over the course of a couple of years, he's finally asked me if I wanted to have coffee with him sometime. Of course, how could i turn down that sexy devil?
After becoming one of his closest buddies, he asked me if I wanted to spend a weekend with him on a camp-out/fishing excursion. While he was explaining the great spot he knew of, he suddenly felt the urge to bring up our sleeping situation.
"...I have a tent and a great air mattress. However, the mattress is only big enough for two. I thought you might want to know that. I don't want to freak you out by thinking that I'm gay or anything like that...." he explained. It was obvious that he was making the effort to convince himself, rather than me that I was safe to be alone with him. I just laughed and replied that the thought never entered my mind. (It was hard to lie to him)
After setting up camp, and had a raging fire going, we ate dinner. As the sky began to reveal the stars, we sat close together near the fire. The wind was really beginning to pick up, causing me to be chilled to the bone. I went into the tent and grabbed my comforter. Mike saw that I was comfortable by the fire and asked if I would share the blanket with him. I suppressed my excitement and sudden feeling of my crotch being constrained. We sat closely for hours and talked about life and adventure. I encouraged Mike to speak as much as he could about himself. I just wanted to sit and let myself feel intoxicated by his scent. I don't know when he started to play with my foot, but it turned me on like some wild animal. I had half a mind to turn to him and push him to the ground for some serious necking. Ahh.. the deliciousness of the of the torture was too good to pass up, so I just sat and listened.
We both grew pretty tired by 2 a.m. and the fire was dying down. I asked Mike to take my blanket inside the tent while I went to recycle the gallon of water I drank earlier.
As I went to the bushes away from the campsite, my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could happen. I didn't want anything to happen because he truly did become one of my closest friends. After feeling the last of water leaving me, my cock grew instantly hard. I closed my eyes and relished the recent memory of feeling his body next to mine, his masculine scent so subtle it made me spin and that sexy voice. I could have stood there and shot my load into the lake, but decided against it. The sexual tension was too much fun. I'm sure he must have sensed something, but never let on that he felt anything out of the ordinary.
I get back to the tent and in a sleepy voice he greets me
"...did you get lost? get in bed.. it's going to be really cold tonight..." and then he rolled over as he fell asleep.
I was sure the pounding of my heart would have woken him. It took every effort of my being to relax and control my breathing. When I finally relaxed, I slipped into a well deserved slumber.
Into the wee hours of the morning, well before the sun arose, I woke up to eel Mike shift his body against mine. I was laying on my side, facing him, and he turned over to push his back against my bare chest. My cock immediately stiffened harder than stone. But I was so groggy, I fell back asleep. Not much later, I felt him move again. This time, I could feel intense heat and energy from him through the fine material of my boxers. His hips were moving in a light rocking motion, while he gently squeezed his butt cheeks...
There's more to this, but I'll tell you on another day :twisted:
I"ll call him Mike (not his real name). Mike and I have been acquaintances for the last few years. He is 3 years younger than me and even looks like me. Dark brown, wavy hair. Crystal blue eyes, and a great set of pearlies (if the eyes didn't capture me, it was the smile). At 26, he's got a razor sharp wit and a dis-arming way of speaking.
I struck up a conversation the first time I noticed that he was checking out my 501's. My jeans fit me nicely, suggesting the right amount. Since then, everytime I've found a reason to take my car to him, I've worn my faded 501's. Over the course of a couple of years, he's finally asked me if I wanted to have coffee with him sometime. Of course, how could i turn down that sexy devil?
After becoming one of his closest buddies, he asked me if I wanted to spend a weekend with him on a camp-out/fishing excursion. While he was explaining the great spot he knew of, he suddenly felt the urge to bring up our sleeping situation.
"...I have a tent and a great air mattress. However, the mattress is only big enough for two. I thought you might want to know that. I don't want to freak you out by thinking that I'm gay or anything like that...." he explained. It was obvious that he was making the effort to convince himself, rather than me that I was safe to be alone with him. I just laughed and replied that the thought never entered my mind. (It was hard to lie to him)
After setting up camp, and had a raging fire going, we ate dinner. As the sky began to reveal the stars, we sat close together near the fire. The wind was really beginning to pick up, causing me to be chilled to the bone. I went into the tent and grabbed my comforter. Mike saw that I was comfortable by the fire and asked if I would share the blanket with him. I suppressed my excitement and sudden feeling of my crotch being constrained. We sat closely for hours and talked about life and adventure. I encouraged Mike to speak as much as he could about himself. I just wanted to sit and let myself feel intoxicated by his scent. I don't know when he started to play with my foot, but it turned me on like some wild animal. I had half a mind to turn to him and push him to the ground for some serious necking. Ahh.. the deliciousness of the of the torture was too good to pass up, so I just sat and listened.
We both grew pretty tired by 2 a.m. and the fire was dying down. I asked Mike to take my blanket inside the tent while I went to recycle the gallon of water I drank earlier.
As I went to the bushes away from the campsite, my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could happen. I didn't want anything to happen because he truly did become one of my closest friends. After feeling the last of water leaving me, my cock grew instantly hard. I closed my eyes and relished the recent memory of feeling his body next to mine, his masculine scent so subtle it made me spin and that sexy voice. I could have stood there and shot my load into the lake, but decided against it. The sexual tension was too much fun. I'm sure he must have sensed something, but never let on that he felt anything out of the ordinary.
I get back to the tent and in a sleepy voice he greets me
"...did you get lost? get in bed.. it's going to be really cold tonight..." and then he rolled over as he fell asleep.
I was sure the pounding of my heart would have woken him. It took every effort of my being to relax and control my breathing. When I finally relaxed, I slipped into a well deserved slumber.
Into the wee hours of the morning, well before the sun arose, I woke up to eel Mike shift his body against mine. I was laying on my side, facing him, and he turned over to push his back against my bare chest. My cock immediately stiffened harder than stone. But I was so groggy, I fell back asleep. Not much later, I felt him move again. This time, I could feel intense heat and energy from him through the fine material of my boxers. His hips were moving in a light rocking motion, while he gently squeezed his butt cheeks...
There's more to this, but I'll tell you on another day :twisted: