It was still hard the next morning, but not in my hand. I had fallen asleep again in the chair. I hadn't closed the curtains last night, but at least, sometime during the night, I had pulled the blanket over me that I had brought into the room.
I looked across into Jeff's house and saw that he was sitting on his toilet. I got on the floor, and crawled out of the room to my bedroom, where I quickly splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I didn't have much time to get ready, as I had slept until 7:45. I jumped in the shower and contemplated jerking off, but decided I didn't have time. Fortunately, my cock had gone down during the rush of getting ready.
I looked in the mirror again, saw my hair, and ran a comb through it. I had put on underwear, jeans shorts, socks, trainers, and a baggy t-shirt. I grabbed my keys, wallet, phone, and headed out the door. I glanced over to Jeff's house as I went through my house. He was in his kitchen, naked, and drinking coffee. Was he going to answer the door naked? My heart raced.
I knocked on his door and heard, "Come in." My heart picked up the pace, and I saw, in my mind's eye, Jeff greeting me naked.
I opened the door and turned towards the kitchen. Jeff was there, and he was pulling up his shorts, as I came in. They seemed to be the same shorts he had used last night to wipe up his cum, because I saw a white spot on the bottom edge of the right leg. Damn! I wanted to taste that spot.
"Morning, Paul," he said, as he adjusted the waist of his shorts.
"Morning, Jeff," I said, trying to pull my eyes away from his crotch. It seemed as if I could see his cock move under the fabric, as he moved.
"Am I early?" I asked, trying to see if that was the reason why he wasn't dressed.
"Nope, right on time. Very punctual," he said, smiling. "Coffee?" He held up the pot.
"Yes," I said, staring at his back and ass, as he turned to pour me a cup.
After handing me the cup, he pointed down the hallway and said, "Shall we take the coffee with us, and you can get started?"
"Sure," I said, and added, "Lead the way.
I followed him to his living room. He had set up a table to the left of his TV, which meant it was close to the floor-to-ceiling window in his living room. Prime viewing spot for me!
"Lots of sunlight in this room," I said, trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, I love it; almost feels like I am back at the cabin. Don't think I am going to put up any curtains, either." He looked out the window, and then looked at me. "Unless my TV or something is bothering you," he said, indicating my windows across the way.
"No, I hadn't noticed." I managed to bite my tongue and get the lie out.
"There's the cable box and the wireless router -thingy- down there," he said, pointing to a box and wires on the floor.
"Okay," I said. Putting my coffee on the bookcase near by, I sat down on the floor cross-legged and picked up the directions. They were very simple and straightforward. I had all the parts connected and powered-up in just a few moments.
"See if you can see the network from your laptop." He sat down in the chair in front of his laptop, which meant I was pretty much looking up his thighs into his shorts. I could clearly see his dick and balls hanging towards the left side of his shorts.
"I see something called 3wire 349," he said, and I thought, 'I see something called awesome!'
"Did you hear that?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, that's the one. See if you can connect to it," I said, looking down at the router. All the lights were blinking correctly. I went back to looking up his shorts.
"Yep, that's it." Then he added, "Let's see if I can get to an internet site."
He typed, and then said, "Nice! All set."
He swung his chair around and stood up. "Here, let me give you a hand," he said, as he held out his hand.
I refocused on Jeff in front of me, and realized I was nearly face to face with his crotch. I grabbed his hand, and he effortlessly lifted me up. That's when I realized I was tenting out my jeans shorts as much as I could with my dick.
I blushed, but he wasn't looking at me when I looked up. I stood, and on the pretense of picking up my coffee cup, turned my back and adjusted myself as best as I could.
I turned back with cup in hand, and almost dropped it when I saw what was on the screen on his laptop. It was a porn site.
He laughed at my reaction. "Got to have something better than that soft porn they have on the cable. You know what I mean," and he nudged me with his elbow.
He looked up and saw me blushing. "Sorry; seems I did it again." He gave me a shit-eating grin. "You may not be one of those kind of guys. I do apologize."
"No, no, that's okay," I managed to stammer out.
"Oh, so you do choke the chicken, now and then." He grinned, and I tried not to blush again. "It's something every guy does, right?" and he nudged me again.
"Right," I stammered.
"Come on, don't be embarrassed, everyone does it!" he smiled, and looked at my face to see if I was taking offense at what he said.
I nodded my head. "Hell, I do it at least once a day, and usually at night. Helps relieve the tensions of the day, and I get a great nights sleep." He looked at me again and said, "How about you?"
I blushed again, and managed a, "Yeah, about once a day."
He slapped me on the back and said, "Atta boy!" He smiled that mega-watt smile at me and added, "Thank you! You got me all set. Now how about going out and grabbing some grub?"
He was so affable, how could you not like him. "Sure," I said.
"Okay, let's take my car." He picked up some keys, his wallet and phone, and headed towards the garage. Was he really only going to wear shorts to the restaurant?
In the garage, he pulled a t-shirt off of a hook hanging by the door, and slid on a pair of boat shoes. I guess he saw a look on my face, because he said, "I don't usually wear a lot of clothes around, so I keep some by the doors, where I can grab them if I need them."
We got in the car, and he pushed the garage door opener, started the car, and began backing up. "I really prefer not to wear clothes. I got in that habit when I was living in a very isolated location. It was just me and the trees and animals, so I could just walk around and get a tan."
He looked at me, as he changed gears from reverse to drive, and said, "I hope that doesn't freak you out. I put on shorts when you come over, because I don't want you to be embarrassed by it."
I shook my head and thought of something. "Didn't anyone ever show up unannounced, or something?" I managed to ask.
He laughed, as he applied the gas and we headed down the street, "Well, there were a couple of times. Most were fine with it, and twice it led to some great fun, if you know what I mean." He laughed, and looked at me again.
"You know what I mean, right? It does get lonely out there, and a guy can't just totally rely on his hand." He laughed and added, "Yeah, switching hands doesn't really give you enough variation." He elbowed me again. "Right?"
This time I was crimson, and couldn't manage anything. I was picturing him fucking some dude on his porch, both of them naked. I was stiffening up again!
"Oh, shit! I have embarrassed you again." He looked at me and then added, "I don't mean to be so cavalier about freely having sex, but you have to take it where you can find it, when you see maybe 3 people a month, and one of them is Phil the 60 year old owner of the gas station slash food store in the closest town!" he laughed.
I was still looking at my lap and picturing Jeff being sucked off on the steps up to his cabin. I didn't respond to his comment, but noticed my dick was tenting up my shorts again.
I looked up to see him studying me. "Fuck!" he said, and looked out the front window. I took the opportunity to adjust myself. "I keep doing that. I just blurt out things." He seemed so sincere.
"You probably aren't all about sex, sex, sex, so I apologize. I don't know if it is the solitary existence I've been living, or what; but it has always just been part of my life."
He sighed and said, "Really, I don't mean to force my ways or opinions on you." I mumbled something unintelligible. "I mean my folks, when they were around, were so open about sex and answering questions, and making sure I never felt that something was bad or against someone's rules."
"Let's start over again." He looked over at me. "Tell me a bit about yourself . . . your family, school, hobbies, likes or dislikes, TV, movies, games, sports, whatever. You take the lead, and I'll listen, and only ask questions when I don't understand something. Okay?"
I nodded my head, and then said, "Okay. Let's see. I was an only child, and my parents died when I was in high school, so I finished out high school living with my mom's brother and sister. They didn't have any kids, and didn't seem to know what to do with me." I looked at him to see if he had a reaction.
He was looking ahead, and when I stopped, he looked at me, and said, "Sorry about your parents. That had to be rough."
"Thanks. It was, and having to change high schools, and all new kids and people. It was difficult to fit in; but I enjoyed working with computers, and had some good courses at the school." I swallowed. This was strange for me to be telling so much about myself to someone. I don't think I had had this kind of conversation with anyone in a very long time. He seemed interested in what I was saying, and would nod or ask me a question.
"When I went off to college, I didn't see my aunt and uncle very much. We tried doing the holiday thing, but that kind of petered out over the college years. I seemed to find reasons to stay on campus in the dorms. During the summers, I would do some sort of work study on campus, so I could stay there.
"My parents had left a life insurance policy, so that covered my college expenses. I did a lot of computer work." I decided to switch gears.
"I like some TV, mostly reality TV - the major ones, none of the 'Jersey Shores' stuff, and some of the dramas, or cable shows. I really enjoy movies; I like to go as often as possible. I guess you could say it was an escape mechanism for me." Was I sounding too geeky or weird?
"My tastes in music are wide and eclectic. Jazz, classical, world, fold, pop, alternative, musicals, etc. Not too hot on rap music, though."
He laughed, "Me neither. I really enjoy movies as well. Maybe we can do a movie sometime." He made it sound like a date. "And we'll have to compare music. My tastes are pretty broad, as well." Was this another of his double entendres? "You know . . . Brubeck, Najee, Hiroshima, Jack Johnson, John Mayer, Rob Thomas, Cat Stevens, Paul Simon, Mbandi, Ray Lynch, Cole Porter, Amici Forever, Celestial Navigation, and Bieber; you know, the basics."
"Bieber?" I asked.
"Just checking to see if you were listening!" he laughed. "How about reading?"
"I read a lot; I like Sci-Fi - I mean what computer geek doesn't?" He chuckled. "And historical fiction, thrillers, mysteries, series, horror, and such."
"Who are some of your favorite authors," he asked, as he took a glance at me and smiled.
"King, Koontz, Wilbur Smith, Card are the ones that pop to mind right now."
"Yeah? Did you read King's Cell? Wasn't the very last few sentences the most creepy?"
I knew exactly what he meant. "Yes!"
He pulled into a diner and we got out and went inside. He picked out a booth, rather than the counter, and said, "I don't like sitting at counters and having people watch me eat."
I laughed and said, "I am the same way!"
"Wow! That's funny." We looked over the menus, placed our orders with the waitress, and, as she delivered our coffee, he said, "So sounds like, from what you're saying, there weren't a lot of friends? Or am I wrong?"
"No, not a lot of friends. Not big on the whole competitive sports, etc."
"How about girlfriends? Anything steady? Or was it poke and go? Or haven't you found the right girl, yet?"
I thought about how to answer that one. Did I dare say I was gay? I had never told anyone that.
"I guess it would be a 'no' to all three?" I said, resignedly.
"So wait," he said, leaning forward and speaking seriously, as he whispered, "So does that mean you are a virgin? Or are you into guys? Cause that's cool, too."
I really didn't want to take him up on the 'into guys' thing, and did I really want to admit to someone that I was a virgin? So I managed a, "I guess that would be a 'no' to both, as well."
He looked at me, as if trying to run a lie detector on what I had just said. "Oh, okay." He thought for a moment, and added, "Do you want some help getting hooked up, or something, or are you looking for something special?"
Yeah, I thought, I am looking for you!
"I guess you could say I am looking for something special." Did he catch the fact that I hadn't said a special woman?
"So, then, you have lived a fairly solitary life; right? Do you walk around naked in your house?" He smiled again.
Our food came at that point, so I didn't get to answer until after the waitress left.
"No," I said, then added, "I'm pretty conservative."
"Oh, shit! So I must come off as 'mister liberal'. I am sorry."
"So what was your home life like?" I said, trying to steer it away from me.
"I see what you are doing; but, okay, fair is fair, so I'll go." He took a big helping of his country scramble, which looked like it had everything under the sun in it (sausage, eggs, potatoes, onions, cheese, and country gravy), and said, "I had two older brothers. One was 5 years older, and the other was 7 years older. Mom always said I was the accident." He smiled.
"While my brother's weren't around to give me shit all the time, they were definitely there when I needed them. Whether it was learning how to put up with bullies, or answer questions about my changing body, or sex, or sports, or anything; they were always there for me. And what one didn't know, the other would."
He grinned, as he chewed another mouth full, as if remembering things. "Okay, this time I am going to preface this with, please don't be offended, but I guess they were the ones that taught me to masturbate."
I guess I showed the shock in my face, because he laughed and said, "Yeah, I was eleven, and my little dick would pop up all the time, and touching it made me go crazy. So one night, when they were both home, I popped a boner, and my oldest brother said, 'You should take care of that.' I didn't know what he meant.
So I asked him, because that's what we did when didn't know something; we asked. My dad always said there was no harm in asking. So he ruffled my hair and called my other brother over."
He grinned again as he took another mouthful. "They gave me the birds and bees talk, which I already knew about, and I told them. So then they got down to the basics of masturbating, and gave me a bunch of nicknames for it. Then I knew what so many guys at school had been talking about."
Another mouthful swallowed, and he continued, "So they had me take out my cock, and told me how to take hold of it, and how to jerk it or stroke it." He laughed. "They showed me about eight different ways to stroke, but, by then, I was getting all hot and bothered. I didn't know what was happening to me, but boy! It felt like something was happening!"
He had my attention now. I couldn't imagine being taught by someone else. That blew my mind. "I ended up shooting all over the place. They clapped me on the back and said that I had just cum."
He continued to eat his food, but I was hanging on his every word, and not getting much eating done. "So once they got me cleaned up, they explained about a cum rag, lube, and all of that." I wondered what all of that was.
"They said I should never be ashamed of jerking off, but that it wasn't something that I should blatantly show my mom, or strangers, and such. In addition, they said that there was nothing wrong with a couple of guys getting together having a circle jerk, or a little 'I'll stroke yours if you stroke mine' kind of thing."
I felt like I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. These were things I had fantasized about, but here he was talking about it, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"'I should tell my dad,' they said, because he would want to know how I was maturing. They assured me that Dad was cool, and was the one that had had the talk and demonstration with each of them."
My eyes went wide as saucers. He saw my look and said, "What? Didn't your dad have that kind of talk with you and show you what to do?"
Scarlet as Madonna's lipstick, I could only shake my head.
"Jeez, man. I thought every dad did that." He thought. "Come to think of it, one or two of the guys I hung around with said they had never been shown how, except by one of their friends."
"So you didn't have friends that you jerked with?" he asked. My dick was throbbing so badly, it was all I could think about. So, once again, I just shook my head.
"Damn! You missed out on a lot of fun; but I can plainly see that I am embarrassing you, so I'll move on. But hey, if you ever have any questions about anything dealing with sex, just let me know. I would be glad to answer them for you, and no need to be embarrassed about it. It is just stuff you need to know."
I filed that away in the 'You betcha? I will (not) file!
"Let's see, I played football and baseball in high school. In college, I did a lot of swimming and hiking. I enjoy backpacking and getting out in the wilderness. You ever been camping?"
I was managing to eat my poached egg, toast and ham, so I swallowed, and managed a "No."
"Too bad." He thought for a moment. "Guess we are going to have to set that up for one weekend. You have to try everything once. Then you can say you don't like it, or you like it, because you know what it is like."
I was back to a pulsating cock, as I imagined 'Broke Back Mountain,' sharing a tent with Jeff. Fuck! Wouldn't that be awesome!
"Hello! Hello! Reboot!" He was waving his hand in front of my face. I focused on him then. There was that smile that ate away at my heart. "And he's back. I was asking if you would like to go camping sometime? I can get us back to the cabin I used while doing my field study." He was really getting into it.
"There's a lake not very far away. Great fishing, plenty of wildlife. Plenty of room in the cabin. We could have a bonfire at night, roast marshmallows, and tell ghost stories!"
He looked at me, trying to read me. "Yeah, probably sounds worse than a day at the old folks home, playing translator for the TV to the hearing aids!"
"No," I managed. "It sounds neat." Did I really say neat? Did anyone still say neat? "I mean, it sounds like it would be fun." At least I hadn't said cool.
"Great! When we get back, we can look at our calendars and see what we can plan; and I can find out what kinds of foods you like, and we can get you some sun screen. Also, you can work on your tan; and we have to get you a fishing license, although you probably wouldn't need one, because hardly anyone comes by up there." He was just rattling on about this.
"I suppose I will need to wear clothes while you are there. And, yeah, we'll have to look through your closet and see what kind of clothes you have. You have to have the right kind of underwear so that you don't get all hot and sweaty."
He looked at me, "Boxers or briefs? They have these cool boxers that are wicking, or something, so the moisture doesn't stay against your skin. I don't know, because I never wear any. And we'll have to look at your sunglasses."
He was kicking it into high gear, "You ever been fishing? Do you like fish? Do you like steak? We can grill steak or hamburgers or something. Have you ever used an outhouse? Oh, yeah, make sure to bring some toilet paper. People stop by, use the outhouse, so the paper gets used up."
"Great view from the outhouse. Just leave the door open, and you can look down the hill through the trees at the lake." He left the door open when he used the outhouse? I had images of a naked Jeff sitting in the outhouse, with someone walking up.
"Are you a light sleeper, because I am told I snore. So if you are, you should bring some ear plugs. And we can load up the iPhones with tunes to listen to on the drive, and to have around the cabin.
"There's a shower on the back porch, or you can go down to the lake to clean up. Should still be nice and warm at this time of year. You can climb out of the lake, and lay on the warm rocks and dry off." Images of a naked Jeff lying on the rocks with water glistening off his body. Fuck!
"Wow, sorry! I got wound up. I am really glad you want to do this. I think we are going to be best friends. Am I going too fast at this? I just think you are a really great guy!"
He was beaming, as he reached over and ruffled my hair. Man that felt great!
It was like he was waiting for a response, so I said, "Yeah, you seem like a good guy, as well." Did I sound as eager as he did? Did I sound over eager? This was new for me. I wanted it to work, but I also didn't want to spoil my voyeurism experience either.
He paid for breakfast. "The least I can do, since you got me all set up on the laptop with the internet." I let him get up first, so I could adjust myself. My dick was pulsing and hard, and, as I noticed when I tried to adjust its position, leaking.
I moved it up to trap it with my waistband. That helped it not show, but it didn't make it feel good.
Back in the car, he rambled on as he plugged in his iPhone to his radio, and put on one of his playlists. As a song would come on, he would go off on a tangent of what it reminded him of, or the artist, or what it made him think about.
I interjected, when I knew something about the artist or the song. He did have an eclectic taste in music, and most of it I enjoyed, and I had many of the same songs myself.
As we pulled into his garage he said, "Come in and we can check calendars and see when we can do that camping trip."