Its been a rough summer. Hell, its been a rough year. Family member ended up dying in a tragic accident, which was bad enough, but then two of my closest buddies from college told me they're going to get divorces. And they have kids. I was lucky that I did not when I got my divorce, because it certainly made splitting far easier. And my divorce was two years ago. But you don't want to see your close friends go through it as well, espcecially when they have kids. Lets face it. Divorce sucks, and I don't recommend it for anyone, straight or gay. But sometimes its just the best thing to do.
My decision was the best I ever made. When you're the outgoing happy-go-lucky type, you sure as hell don't want to marry someone with depression like I did. It took me years to realize that some people just want to be unhappy, or miserable even, and blame everyone else for everything that goes bad, not just in their life, but the world. How could I have been so blind?
Well, for starters, the sex was great at first, and we dated for years before getting married. Proverbial bunnies, we were. But then we got married, and everything changed, and by everything, I mean all the sex we HAD been having. Oh yeah, you've all heard it before, and it is largely true. People in relationships, be they straight or gay, get complacent, or just plain lazy, once things get serious, or even official. And many many many times all that great "dating" sex you had comes to a grinding halt.
Its enough to make me actually mistrust women actually. And here's the real twist on this all. I am the lone male in a family chock full of lesbians, from mother to my sisters. Swimming in the estrogen ocean, as they would say. I've never been really attracted to men at all, 'cause I had nothing but women in my life. Never thought about it at all really, because women always turned me on.
But can divorce change that? I really don't know, but in a sense, it did for me. Maybe it was the bitterness of a shallow marriage that disintegrated into almost no sex at the end, or the fact that she thought she was entitled to all of my savings and my house (things I already had before we got married, I might add). The joke goes, "why is divorce so expensive? because its WORTH it!" and it surely was for me as well. While I initially thought marriage was good for me, I am far happier being alone than being with someone who wanted to be miserable all day, and who the hell would want that in a relationship?
I'm content. I'm independent. I'm secure. And I'm very happy. But I'm also alone, and I am horny. And it shouldn't be any news to anyone that girls can generally get laid a lot easier than guys. Why is it that now, at this point in my life, while I am still primarily attracted to women, that I now find myself being attracted to some men as well? I honestly don't get it, but maybe I'm not as straight as I have always thought. Could it be that I've got a "bi" side to me I never wanted to acknowledge?
Oh, I've got my fetishes all right. I grew up in the south, and seemed to spend half of my childhood on my grandparents farm out in the countryside of Georgia. And I loved every minute of it. My sex education was with their farm animals, and it turned me on to NO end. We had horses and donkeys that just had monster cocks on them, and what does that do to a young teenager just learning about sex and discovering himself? I had penis envy to beat all, and it was all I could do to approach one of them and fondle their cocks, trying to see if it would get hard. Trust me, I left a lot of my cum out there with those animals, and to this day having sex on a fur rug gets me hotter than anyone could ever imagine.
I know. I know. Probably not many guys would admit to that, but it is what it is. Its a side of me I've never really acknowledged, especially since I readily had a very normal attraction to girls all through school. But now that I'm divorced, again, happily, I might add, I find myself looking more and more to the idea of "no-strings-attached" relationships, where I don't get hurt again. Hell, I'm happy just getting off every once in a while, and the idea of a guy sucking me off doesn't TURN me off. I'm as open to the idea of same sex relationships as anyone could be, with all the lesbian women in my life, and so now, just maybe, at this stage in my life, maybe I double my odds of getting off, just like women can do (and perhaps easier I think).
My ingrained problem is that while I can now admit that a guy can turn my head, I'm still attracted to women first. I think I'm open to getting together with a guy, but it would have to be the guy that made the first move. The guy would have to seduce ME for me to be reeled in. For the first time in my 30-some-odd years of life, I'm starting to truly pay attention to signals and moves a guy might make on me that I long would have ignored up to now. Do I want to BE with a guy? I don't know, but I may finally be ready to experiment a bit, when I did nothing but ignore those same feelings long ago in the past.
All of this leads to now, to the summer of my discontent. A year when I'll look forward to getting past. As I've always been the outdoors type of guy who prefers the country to the city, I've decided to vacation up in the mountains near several resorts. I'm taking in a bit of fishing and golf, and enjoying the fall colors as the leaves turn their brilliant colors. And make no mistake about it, Fall is absolutely my favorite time of year. After a long hot humid summer in the southeast, the change of weather literally gets me energized as it gets cooler.
Of course, I've said I always prefer the country to the city, and that I'm definitely an independent type, so traveling alone is no big deal for me. And September is when all the summer tourists have gone, so I've largely got these incredible resorts to myself, as far as the activities go, save for the other tourists who are also there to see the brilliant fall colors.
So here I am, up in the mountains, and it truly is as spectacular a fall as I have ever seen. My timing couldn't have been more perfect. I've got my digital camera, and I'm taking hundreds of incredible pictures, as I explore up remote backroads to attain that perfect picture. Besides all the local college kids and twenty-somethings who work and play on their mountain bikes around these places, I do see plenty of other out-of-towners, also in their out-of-state cars and trucks, and many times we stop in the same spots to get the same pictures we seem to have the eye for.
Its early though, so there are not a whole lot of other cars out yet, as I amble along a remote mountainside lane straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. I'm stopping and taking a lot of pics, and there is one car, the same Subaru favored by the locals, a dead giveaway since it has a mountain bike rack on the back of it, that is working the same road. He's a younger guy about 10 years my junior, taking lots of pictures with a big ass SLR digital camera. He's got medium length mussy black hair, almost kind of curly like I had when I let my hair grow longer when I was younger, a two day old beard, and he's wearing shorts and sandels and a dark green polar fleece jacket to keep warm in the early morning cool.
Damn! Why is it now that I notice these things and not when I was his age? 28 to 30 HAS to be the almost perfect age for any guy. Still active and in great shape, but a little smarter with common sense from having finished school and having a bit of life experience under their belt. I know I was, when I look back on those days. I was still almost playing and having fun before truly settling down to marry and get that big corporate job. As they say, the best time to travel is when you can - BEFORE you settle down.
Small talk is easy when you're both doing something you clearly enjoy. We talked of the bluffs with incredible views through the trees that we had seen, as well as the intimate groves that had a stunning varieties of colors that we had both taken pictures of. This went on literally for half an hour as we both slowly drove up the mountain lane, literally stopping at the same spots to take the same pictures we both had an eye for.
I made the comment I wasn't the pro he was, considering the large and expensive camera he was using compared to my mid-budget Rebel, and his response was that it was all in the eye, and that clearly I had a knack for it as we were both checking out the same views to photograph. I smiled wryly, and couldn't help thinking to myself, perhaps only because I wanted it to be so, that he was somehow making a pass at me. And as I was settling in to take another photograph, out of the corner of my eye I saw he was taking a picture of ME.
All I could do was smile as I turned to him and said that he was SUPPOSED to be taking pictures of the trees and the views. His response was "Hey, I take pictures of what I like, and thats a good picture of you standing there on the bluff. And come on, you're obviously up here visiting while I live and work here, you need to have some pictures taken of yourself up here on vacation!"
Geez! Was this the type of comment I had long ignored? I still didn't know what to do, but only because I had never reacted to someone potentially hitting on me before! My mind is swimming as I wonder what may be happening, and how do I react to it, IF I even want to. What happens next?
"My name is Tim", he said as strode up to me to shake my hand. All I could do was laugh as I smiled back at him and told him my name was Tom, and that it was good to meet him. "Like minds", he said. "That's rich. Say, since you're in the hunt for the perfect picture, I know of a rocky outcrop off the Treasury Trailhead that's got million dollar views that no one hardly ever sees. If you're in, and can handle a little bit of hiking, you'd regret not seeing it".
"I'm in", I said, and with that we were off. As he pulled around me in his car, my mind was a blur really. Not sure if what I thought was happening, a situation that might be developing between two people, really WAS. But what the hell did I have to lose? If he's nothing more than a good local guy who really does want to do nothing more than show me a view rarely seen by anyone except the locals, then its still a win-win anyway. As we pulled in to park at the trailhead, he hopped out of his car and was already chatting away about the history of the area, and why its a special place. "This should be easy for you. You're in good shape, and its not much more than a 15 minute hike".
I sell for a living, and I thought I was the talkative one, but Tim almost seemed to relish his outdoor education role, as he seamlessly told me all about the history of the resorts in the area, as he practically bounded effortlessly up the trail from rock to rock. He wasn't built particularly like an athlete, as he wasn't stocky or anything. He was very lean, stood about 5'10", and had muscular and hairy calves, something I had definitely taken note of. I am, after all, a leg man, but usually its on women and not on men, and here I was admiring the tan muscles of another guy!
Before I knew it, we had reached some sort of summit, and Tim was truly excited as he exclaimed that I wasn't going to believe what I was about to see. And, boy oh boy, was he right! At a small clearing was a rocky outcrop, with what had to be a 100 foot drop to the road we had just been on below. And million dollar views is selling this sight short. The view of the mountains and the valley was outstanding, and would have been so at any time of the year, but with the fall colors permeating almost every direction one could look, it took it to whole new levels.
"WOW" was about all I could say, as I stepped back and sat down to soak in the views. Tim, clearly proud of himself, just grinned from ear to ear and said "Oh yeah, I KNEW you would like it. You can tell when someone has a real appreciation of the outdoors, and you wouldn't be here by yourself if you didn't. This place is truly epic!"
As I sat there with my arms folded across my knees and took in the views, all I could do was chuckle about how right he was. Here I thought something else might be happening without my knowing, or knowing how to read it, and all it seemed to be was two guys sharing something simple, that both somehow knew the other would apppreciate.
"There 'ya go. That's a kickass picture. You've got to have some pics of yourself out here once you get back home. I'll email 'em to you if you want me to". Tim was engaging, and was squatting about 10' away from me snapping picture after picture of me on the outcrop with the valley in the background. Truth be told, I KNEW they were going to be good pics of me. I might as well have just won the lottery. Is he a professional photographer, or just good at getting people to relax?
"Allright Dude, that's enough of me. Now let me get a few pics of YOU and then take some pics of all THIS", I said as I waved towards the mountains. We might as well have been two guys on a soccer team that had just won their championship. The energy was infectious. We just fed off of each other as if we had been best friends for years, as we pointed towards nooks and crannies throughout the valley, taking note of the smallest details it seemed, of the nature we were happily immersed in.
All in all, it was a very cool experience. I wasn't even thinking about the things I was about Tim himself when I first met him and was sizing him up. It was like we had known each other, and knew what the other liked already. A roll of the dice, but on whose part?
"You ready to rock 'n roll, man? Give me a minute to take a quick piss, and then we'll head back on down the trail". And with that Tim, who was obviously hardly shy, flopped out his cock, which had to have been bigger soft than mine was hard, and started to take his whiz. And I just stood there mesmerized. Transfixed. Staring. At another guys COCK as he took a leak. All of a sudden the memories of watching the horses and donkeys out on the family farm of my childhood somehow came flowing back in the front of my mind, as Tim stood there with his eyes closed and a contented look on his face, pissing like a racehorse.
Within moments he was shaking off the last drips, and he turned to look at me, as I was clearly staring not at him but his cock, he smiled and said "What"? And the only words I could say were "Holy Shit, Tim! That thing's fucking bigger than the lens on your camera!"
Obviously grinning, Tim said, "Well, yeah, I guess it is. I do alright. Genetic lottery and all."
So who the hell was rolling the dice here, him or me?
I guess I couldn't tell whether or not he was already half hard or not, or whether this was part of some sort of plan. Him just putting it all out there for the world, and ME, to see. But if he did it on purpose, especially after our getting so friendly and familiar with each other as we had just done, I think he knew he had me on the hook, and all he had to do was reel me in. And I'm pretty sure that's just what he did.
As he stood there, he just squeezed the base of his cock, almost as if he were squeezing on a balloon, smiling, and making it bigger and longer. He even dug out his balls so that they were also resting just outside the elastic of his briefs. Hard to tell quite from where I was, but they were a pretty good match for a cock like his.
And I can't quite tell you, or explain, just what importance balls hold for me. Maybe its the impressiveness of the big bull's balls that swing so heavy in their nutsacks out on the farm. It brought to mind a picture from college that told of one of the deadly sins, ENVY, and what it showed was some professor cusping these monster bull nuts in the palm of his hand, while all these male students were looking on wide-eyed. I'm a straight on average guy, I guess, in the equipment department, and quite honestly I wouldn't call a 6" cock that big, compared to those you see in porn films and such.
But here is Tim, and he's swinging soft even more than I could muster HARD, and if that ain't intimidating, I don't know what is. Maybe thats why I actually get off more by having my nuts worked over, or sucked on, than even my cock. When somebody from my past, and thats only a girl so far, can take my nut or nuts in their mouth, and roll them around and just inhale them almost, well that can truly add to my length if its done right. There is absolutely NOTHING that can get me off faster than a real pro tonguing or sucking on my nuts.
But now here he is, squeezing, fondling, and I swear that cock of his had to have been 8+ inches as it was gaining its peak. And Tim is doing this ever so deliberately, as he looks over at me and smiles wryly, because he knows now that I'm locked in on him. Shit, most guys would have walked away and said "put it away", but here I was, just looking as impressed at the show that was being put on right before me.
What COULD I say? He caught me and he knew it, and now he was putting on a show, as this pole that I only WISH could have been mine, was paraded in grand style.
"Its good allright. But its always better when I have some help with it". Tim was just egging me on.
"Tim, Dude! I'm not even in the same league as you", I stammered. "I don't come close to matching what you've got."
Maybe only another guy who feels they've been shortstacked, as it were, could get what I was saying. And truth be told, I never ONCE worried about the size of my own cock when I was with a girl in the past. But here I was, just about staring at someone else's monster cock, and it did nothing but intimidate the hell out of me, when it was almost being offered as a presentation to me.
"That's cool, Tom. It doesn't really matter anyway".
"Tim, I've never BEEN with another guy. I wouldn't even know where or how to start. But I don't even COMPARE to you. I'm only 6" on a good night!"
I was actually almost scared. If I don't compare, then how do I stack up?
"Tom, man, RELAX. Its OK", and as Tim walked over to me, I couldn't even look at him. "You've got the perfect suckable size".
Jeez, what do girls do in their locker room? Ever wonder if the flat chested girls are intimidated by the ones with big knockers? Well, they absolutely are, I can tell you, and I was in the exact same boat, as it were. And here I was, intimidated like a total rookie, because I am.
And here is Tim. Total guy. And also total pro, as far as I was concerned anyway. God, I had been thinking about it for months, if not longer anyway. And I'm just standing here paralyzed, not knowing what to do next, or even first.
"Tom, its cool." Tim was now standing right in front of me. I couldn't move. I couldn't look at him. I was still looking down, down at his cock, still hanging out of his shorts. But I was frozen in place. And then Tim put his hands on my shoulders, and rubbed them down my arms, and I finally looked at him. As he then slid his hands now down my chest and towards my waist, he said "Are you interested?"
"Yeah. I am".
And with that, I reached out and grasped another guys cock for the first time, and I loved it. As I held his cock in the palm of my right hand, it almost immediately started to get hard again, and my own cock started straining as well. No kidding, I thought to myself. Genetic lottery. And then I told him, "Tim, when I was a kid growing up on our family farm, I used to hang around the horses and donkeys we had out there JUST so I might have a chance of fondling their cocks. And I did - a bunch. I feel like I'm holding a horse's cock right now. You're what they call donkey-rigged".
Tim just laughed and said "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment!" as I slowly started to jack on his harder and harder cock, WISHING it was mine. It was pointing up at me as I was looking down on it, and I could barely even get a grip on it because of it girth. "Just do whatever you want to do", Tim said. "It feels good".
"Man, I wasn't lying when I said I've never been with another guy. You're so fucking huge I don't even know if I could give you head, much less even know how to do it right" As I knelt down in front of him, staring at his cock now just inches from my face, I was just entranced, holding and slowly jacking on his cock with my right hand as I cupped and rolled his balls with the other. Tim began to moan lightly in pleasure. His cockhead itself was so large that I was sure that I could barely open my mouth for it, so I licked the underside of it as I squeezed lightly on his balls, and Tim gulped as he gasped in reaction. I know my cockhead is the most sensative part, so I figured if I just concentrated on that at least I would be doing it justice.
Tim's legs were locked apart as he stood still, as I reached around to steady myself on them with one hand, and doing my best to take him in. His hairy legs had well-defined calf muscles, probably from all the mountain biking he did. I was right, he was more than a mouthful, but he threw back his head with closed eyes as he grasped the hair on the back of my head with both hands, and just started saying "Oh man, that is NICE".
Whether its getting head or fucking pussy, there is just nothing that couldn't get a guy off when something tight and wet wraps around our cocks. All I could do was jack on the base of his cock while I did my best to try to work on his cockhead. Hell, maybe thats the drawback of having too big of a cock, in that some people just can't take it. I'm a total rookie, and I have no idea whether I'm doing it right or doing a good job, except that he just moaned and rocked back and forth on his feet while gripping my head tight, so I guess that was a good sign.
Of course, as I mentioned, I just love the attention my own balls get when I am with someone, and there is nothing that can get me off faster than having my balls sucked on. I figured for my first time I might as well concentrate on that to see if I could get him off. And boy-oh-boy, I guess I was right, 'cause when I started to lick and suck on just one of his balls he said "Oh man, that just feels AWESOME"! Even more so, he started jacking on his own cock as I took one nut, and then the other, into my mouth, sucking and rolling them about with my tongue, so I just grasped both his legs behind his knees as I worked on his nutsack.
Maybe the old saying is right, in that only a guy can give another guy a good blowjob, because he's got the same equipment and knows what feels good to him. I've never had a problem eating out a girl's pussy, but you know what? I didn't have a problem doing this either. I guess I've thought about it for so long that when the opportunity finally presented itself, I just took to it like a duck to water.
Tim was jacking on his cock faster and faster, as I truly sucked on his balls, one then the other, as he steadied himself with one hand on the top of my head. Hell, I was excited knowing he was reaching his peak. He was breathing heavier, and faster and faster, and he was almost bouncing up and down on his feet. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM! Yeeesssssssss!!!!!!!!
I didn't really see it, though I wanted to, as I was underneath him. But as I tried looking up at him, his face in sheer ecstacy with eyes tightly shut, I could make out 3, 4, maybe even 5 good spurts of cum as they shot out and over me. His legs were tense, his muscles rippling. THAT was really cool. Feeling someone else's body in total reaction to cumming.
As I pulled back and looked up at him, I had to smile. I did good. He was hoppin' around like he had his feet in a fire. As he milked the last drops from his cockhead on his fingers, he then licked them clean, and was smiling broadly. "Tom, you're lying to me. You HAVE done that before. That was just too good. There's no way you've never been with another guy before."
"Nope, but I know what I like, and I figured thats just what I would concentrate on. That was just fucking awesome. You've got the cum to match that big 'ole cock of yours. Knowing that I helped get you there was pretty cool."
"Oh yeah, you bet" Tim responded as he grinned from ear to ear. "If that REALLY was you first time, I can tell you you did GREAT, and have a long career in front of you of cocksucking". Well, I wasn't so sure what to make of that comment, 'cause I just thought I was in the moment. But before I could say anything, he followed with "Now its YOUR turn. Time for ME to go to work".
Sweet words to hear. This is where I've always thought that it doesn't matter in the least to me who gives me head. If you get me to cum, you've done a good job. And now I was eager to see if another guy, if Tim, could give me a better blowjob than my now ex-wife ever did.
Tim then knelt down in front of me, so that we were both on the same level again, smiling broadly. As he leaned in to me, I thought to kiss me, I turned my head and leaned back, trying to let him know that I wasn't ready for that yet. Sure. Blow me, but don't kiss me. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I'm gonna make you feel GOOD", he said reassuringly. As he rubbed my shoulders, and then my arms, he said "You stay in pretty good shape. You're stocky. Good strong shoulders. Now lay on your back and put your arms above your head".
Taking charge. I actually kind of like that. It seems like when I was married I'm the one who always made all the moves - who carried the ball. I LIKE it when someone else takes charge of things for a change.
Smiling shyly, I did as he said, and laid completely on my back with my arms above me. Tim, totally confident and with a glint in his eye, then straddles me right over my crotch, and starts grinding down into my hard cock. God he had a devastating smile. A lap dance extraordinaire from someone who knew what they were doing. As he grasped my waist just above my hips, he slowly pushed my sweatshirt up all the way to my armpits, teasingly tickling me when he was done. I squirmed and writhed a bit as I started to laugh and he just said "Uh uh. Just RELAX".
Totally in control. And I didn't mind one bit. "I almost thought you shaved your chest, but you've got a little trail right there in the middle", he said as he trailed his fingers lightly up my chest and to my nipples. "We're gonna see if we can get those nips a bit harder. Like your cock." And with that he lightly flicked them in unison, and traced circles around them. And let me tell you, they were hard in an instant. Then he pushed back a bit so he was straddling my legs, and leaned down so that he was kissing my hard stomach, just above my belly button, and intentionally breathing hot right into me. I just closed my eyes and let myself go, breathing harder and heavier. I was rock hard.
He ever so slowly started licking my stomach, with that ever-so-hot-breathe effect, as he slowly moved up the center of my chest, lightly nibbling on one nip, and then the other. I was grinding my teeth and just gulping, it felt so good. He was slowly rubbing my sides with both hands, tracing circles with his tongue around and over each of my nips, and even lightly nibbling on them. Man, and I was just in pure heaven. This guy KNOWS how to please another guy. Teasingly slow, building my passion. As I finally looked briefly at him, straining to lift my body in response to this incredible stimulus, he simply smiled a wry and knowing smile, and again put his hot mouth right in the middle of my stomach again, kissing and licking me.
As he did this, he slowly slid down between my legs and straddled my hips with his elbows, his hands and mouth working their way lightly through my lightly hairly trail, and to the waist and beltline of my shorts. Slowly, teasingly unbuttoning me, he carefully pulls my shorts and athletic grey boxer briefs down just enough to finally let my rock hard cock spring free. "Nice", he murmured, almost as if he were smacking his lips. As he held the top of my shaft in his right hand, he did what I had done, and went straight for my balls. And all I could do was much the same as he had done, throwing my head back in ecstacy, as he had the lower half of my body almost pinned down by his weight.
"Oh God, that is just awesome" was about all I could get out. As he pulled himself up just a bit, Tim looked at me, smiled confidently, and said "Perfect". And with that he went down on me, with his nose all the way down to my nest, and his chin almost practically on my balls. The skill that this guy had was unparalleled. He put my ex to shame in a heartbeat, expertly curling his tongue around my shaft as he just inhaled me.
I honestly can't tell you how long he was down on me. I was just completely lost in the pleasure of it. Slowly pistoning up and down on my cock, alternating between just sucking right on the cockhead with the full bore strokes, all the while slowly and gently squeezing on my balls, occassionally popping one in and out of his mouth. I have never - EVER - had a blowjob that was this good.
And then, with authority, as he reacts to the tension in my body and especially my legs, he grips me just under each butt cheek, and starts pistoning ever faster and faster on my cock. Let me tell you. The cum that was about to blow from my cock felt as if it were coming from the tips of my toes, as it boiled up and traveled the length of my body it seemed. My teeth were gritted, my eyes slammed shut. "God YES, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!
Tim didn't miss a beat. As a matter of fact, when my spurts of cum started blowing their exit, he was full bore down on me, sucking even harder, and drinking ever drop I had to give.
Wow. Toe curling doesn't come close to describing how good this was. I have truly NEVER been drained so expertly dry as I just had here. I was panting heavier than I had after a 10 mile bike ride, and as I looked up, almost gasping in pleasure, Tim looked at me and smiled, saying "Just like I told you - PERFECT". Bam. I put my head down again and just started laughing. "That was THE most incredible head I have EVER had. Thanks".
"You didn't do so bad yourself" Tim said, as we both sat up. For some reason, I was then almost apologetic. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know what to think or do when I saw your cock. I was just so mesmerized by it. Impressed. I guess I've felt so inadequate for so long, and this REALLY was the first time I've seen something like that close up, I just couldn't turn away".
"Tom, for God's sakes, stop it! You worry FAR too much about the size of your cock. You've just gotta relax and learn to enjoy the moment. Everybody's different in what they have, and what they enjoy. I know I had a good time, and I'm pretty sure you did as well. After all, I did pretty much suck all the energy out of you"
"Well, yeah, you sure did that" I said in response. "Look, man" he said "You're up here on vacation, and I live up here. Let me give you my cell number, and if you're gonna be up here for a bit longer, then give me a call and we can get together. I don't often hook up with another guy in the outdoors, but I live for the moment and do really kind of dig it. Besides, you're gonna want to see all my pictures when I download them on the laptop".
And with that, we helped each other up, and started back on down the trail towards our cars, chatting all over again as he smiled and squeezed me on the back of the neck in reassurance and said "you did good for a rookie". It was all I could do as I thought to myself this vacation was turning out better than I had expected, and even wondered if there were any other surprises in store for me.
That's my story. My first time with a guy, though certainly not something I ever thought was gonna happen, at least not like how it did. If you liked it, then let me know. We all dig the feedback.
Tom