All the usual disclaimers apply. If for any reason this story is illegal or immoral for you to read, please stop immediately. This story is a partial work of fiction. Although the stories are accurate, the names of those involved have been changed to protect their privacy.
This second series of stories are about lost encounters. Although sex between listed individuals seemed to be a sure bet, unforeseen circumstances prevented them from occuring.
This story is about my friend Mike. Mike ran around with two guys named Chris and Davey with whom I had already messed around with. Mike was the athlete in the group, and probably the most attractive. Although Chris and Davey would eventually share some pretty good sexual experiences with Mike, I lost my chance.
I had been messing around with Chris for almost a year when he invited Mike and I to sleep over in a tent in his back yard. Although I enjoyed messing around with Chris, I was always curious about the one that I hadn't already been with. In this case, it would be Mike.
We pitched our tent that evening and rounded up some beers and snacks to enjoy during our camp out. We all got settled into our tent and made some normal guy small-talk. When I agreed to sleep over, it was with the hope that the three of us were going to fool around. As the beers began to flow, instead of making the night more interesting, Chris decided to fall asleep. I have to admit that I felt a little defeated at this point because I had been counting on Chris to get the so called ball rolling. Instead, he lay next to me snoring away.
Mike and I sat in the dark and talked. Before long, Mike began complaining that the ground beneath us was lumpy and hard and was beginning to make his back hurt. He asked me if I was experiencing the same thing and recognizing the code that seemed to be implied, I admitted to having the same problem.
He suggested that we could give each other back rubs and I quickly agreed. I started in on him first. I gave him one of my patented rubs that covered his entire back. Knowing that I had been repeatedly complimented on my back rubs,I felt that this was going to turn out to be a sure thing. I spent a great deal of time on his back. Partially because I enjoyed touching him, but also to let him know that these weren't going to be 15 second rubs. Once my hands got a little tired, I announced that it was my turn.
He quickly set to the task. He showed about as much enthusiasm as I did. He didn't skimp on any of the back rubbing. In fact, I think he rubbed my back quite a bit longer than I rubbed his. Needing a break, I resumed my gentle rubbing on his back and moved down to massaging the back of his thighs. Even before I was finished, he announced that it was my turn. This time, he asked my to lower my shorts down in the back because he thought the majority of my stiffness was going to exist below my waist line. He had no idea the stiffness that was going on below my waist.
After just a few moments, his hands were completely down my pants in the back and he was kneeding my butt-cheeks. I was really getting turned on by this. So much so, that I think I was beginning to squirm a little and breathing a little heavier than normal. Just when it was almost ready for me to resume my rubbing, Mike announced that this was going too far and that he thought we should stop.
And so, rather than pushing the issue and making his feel uncomfortable, I chose to agree with him and we stopped the rubs and decided to go to sleep. Once I was sure he was asleep, I nudged Chris and placed his hand on my throbbing dick. Much to my surprise, he woke up and gave me a quick handjob. After that was over, I too rolled over and went to sleep.
A few days after that, I shared the back rub story with Chris. Although a little surprised, he told me of a similar experience he'd had with Mike a couple weeks before. He told me that Mike did the same thing with him and being not as concerned about backlask, Chris insisted they continue. Chris later realized this was part of Mike's M.O. He went on to tell me that things were starting to get hot and heavy together, Mike told his , "this is going too far" comment because this was his way of finding out if the other person was as comfortable with what was going on as he was.
Having missed my queue with Mike that night, I realized this was to be my one and only chance with him. Although Mike continued to mess around with both Chris and Davey after that, Mike and I would never hook up. I still see Mike once in awhile and each time I wonder what it would have been like had I just pushed a little.
Overall, I'm glad things didn't work out. Although I still would have liked to have shared that experience with him, the relationships Mike had with all of us quickly disappeared. He no longer talks to any of us. In fact, Mike recently got married and started raising a family. To be honest, I wasn't really all that surprised. Many of my past loves have chosen to turn from their youthful experiences for those more socially acceptable. But, no matter how much distance he puts between himself and these experiences, they will always be part of his history. Like it or not, Mike; no matter how heterosexual you claim to be, you will always be forced to deal with the choices you'd made when you were young.