Roads Not Taken
In the aftermath of the earthquake of my buddy's wife finding out about us. Our lives became a routine where every time I would be back in my hometown for a visit, part of that visit would involve a text from her. The text would instruct me to be at particular place at a particular time where her husband and I would perform for her pleasure and amusement.
For the most part it worked out. We got to shag each other and she got to feel in "control" of the two men she felt had "wronged" her.
Deep down, I wondered how much longer this might go on. I suspected that at some point the novelty of it would wear off. She never had a long attention span. My buddy often lamented how in their marriage she invariably would start some large household project, only to get bored with it less than half way through, leaving it abandoned for him to clean up or finish. It seemed more than logical that at some point she would get bored with us as well.
Sitting on my flight back to the US I logged into the inflight wi-fi and waited for the usual WhatsApp message from her, invariably beginning with; "Hey Fagboy! It's time for you and my cock-sucking husband to pay your dues for my silence!" Then some elaborate set of instructions would follow, including times, places, sexual positions, scripted dialogue and where and when the video of all of it was to be delivered to her.
Yet here l sat, 5 hours into a 7 hour flight and no WhatsApp message. No text message or email. Nothing. I messaged my buddy, asking what was the latest plan she had in store for us. His reply made me sit upright in my seat:
"There's been a development.. No instructions this time. I'll tell you more when you get in. Text me after you land."
My mind raced with possible explanations. Was she going to make good on her nearly constant threats to "expose us"? Maybe she had given an ultimatum and our affair was to stop and from that point on he was hers and hers alone.
I brushed aside the twinge of pain that accompanied that thought, and resigned myself to having to wait another few hours before I would find out what was in store for him and me.
I landed in Toronto and made my connecting flight to my hometown with out any problem, While waiting at baggage claim I resist the urge to call or text him to find out what then hell was going on, when I feet the familiar vibration as a WhatsApp message comes through to my phone.
With more than a little trepidation, I unlocked my screen saw her number. The message from his wife was at the same time weird as fuck, but also strangely... Normal.
"You both paid your dues. Have a good visit."
Now even more confused I picked up my rental car and made the short drive to my parents house. After getting settled in and catching up with my folks, I finally retired to the spare bedroom and messaged mybuddy with three letters"
"WTF?"
The familiar three dots of him typing a reply let me know he was alone at moment. The long pause while he typed didn't do much to easy my nervousness. Finally I saw the text on my screen.
"Heya, turns out you were right, She's bored with us. And even is feeling a little bit guilty about threatening to blackmail us. But mostly she is bored and has decided to go off with her friends and have her own fun instead of getting her kicks dictating to us."
I let out a long breath I hadn't realized I had been holding, as his message continued;
"She is heading to Las Vegas with a bunch of her girlfriends to (in her words) Hit the slots and get my slot hit with big bull cock!' So it looks like I am free and solo next weekend, for the WHOLE weekend. Got any ideas how to spend it?"
My mind clicked in and suddenly not only did I have an idea, but it was a fucking BRILLIANT idea. I quickly typed back to him that I needed to check some details but I definitely had an idea how we should spend next weekend. I quickly pulled out and booted up my laptop. An easy search gave me the answer I had been both looking for and hoping for. I quickly made the needed reservations.
The first two days of that week were taken up helping my folks around their house. So I was unable to get back to him right away. I felt a little bad about that, as his curiosity about what I had in mind must have been building over the previous 48 hours. So, I fired off a quick KIK message to him letting him know I would email him later that day.
It wasn't until later that evening that I was finally able to get some privacy and compose the email that would explain exactly what was in store for us in three days' time.
"Scout,- 35 years ago this weekend, we spent two nights in a tent. A night that I spent years thinking about, wondering how Imight have made it better for both of us. Life doesn't give many do-overs. Second chances to do things the way you wish you had long ago. This weekend we get a do over. This Friday, I'lIl be at that exact same campsite. The tent will be set up. If you'd like a second chance as well, meet me there."
I attached a map with directions to the old state park campground just in case memory had faded and hit SEND. I was about to shut down my computer when his reply email popped up in my inbox. I opened it..
"Cool, see you there..." Was all it said.
I smiled at the reply, It was the same reply he had given me ahead of our first meeting in that hotel room over 5 years earlier after I had confessed exactly what I had done in the tent that night years ago, and why.
The rest of that week went painfully slowly as I helped my parents with their spring cleaning and got my old camping gear out and ready for the weekend ahead. I had one last conference call on Friday and as soon as it was done I had the car loaded and was heading the hour and a half north. Trying very hard not to get a speeding ticket for setting the land speed record along the way.
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(FLASHBACK - 35 years earlier...)
*| lay there in the darkness of the tent, hearing his breathing start to slow and regulate, then become a soft snore. I knew he was asleep, I turned on the light and was going to jerk off when I happened to look more closely. He had in his sleep, kicked his sleeping back off him and his speedos had slipped down his waist from his jostling about and his beautiful cock was poking about an inch out the top through the waist band, semi hard.,
There is a moment in life when the reality of the moment overwhelms your brain. Before I knew what was doing, my hand slid gently across his crotch, His breathing never wavered, and he snored slightly louder.
My thumb moved slowly over the head and down the exposed shaft.. My Own cock had never been as hard as it was in that moment. I took a deep breath bent down and put my face close to his cock. My tongue with a will of its own extended and ran across the mushroom shaped head.
I looked at his chest as it rose and fell steadily. as I moved my tongue over the smooth skin of his cock., When I felt the organ begin to harden between my lips, I instantly came more intensely than I have ever in my life. Even to this day.
He shifted slightly and I felt a surge of panic jolt through me, as l jerked back and killed the light. I lay awake all the rest of that night my whole body shaking in a mixture of terror and ecstasy.
In the morning he woke up stretched that damn sexy body and said, "Hey, are you, ok? You look really tired. " I said | hadn't slept much. He smiled and replied, "sorry to hear that, I slept great!"*
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(Present Day:)
I arrived at the campground in good time. The state park was popular with both individual and group campers and was always full on summer weekends. It was still early enough in the season so while there were a few other campers it was not crowded. I checked in at the park office and the ranger asked me if I needed directions to the campsites I had reserved. I smiled and told him I knew the way.
I had booked three campsites. The one we had used all those years ago, as well as the two adjacent ones. 25 years ago l had been terrified campers near our tent might hear what was happening. I was going to make sure that now that would not be an issue.
I busied myself seting up the tent. Grateful I had arrived first I positioned the tent in the back third of the campsite screening it from the road and any other campsites by a group of trees. As I worked I thought about what I was actually doing.
This.... whatever THIS was , had always been different for each of us. Up until now for him it's been an exploration of new aspects of his sexuality and indulging in some carnal desires with someone who was safe and whose discretion was always guaranteed.
For me it was the fantasy of the first guy I ever lusted after and been in love with come true, handed to me on a holiday inn express mattress on semi regular basis. For me, it was aways more emotional, and for him more physical.
But now, we were literally going back to where this all started. No illusions, no camouflage or even plausible deniability of what exactly it was we were doing. This was a very real choice. It was entirely possible that this might be a step too far for him. Suddenly I felt ... really shitty. Here I was doing basically the same thing I did 35 years go. Using my friend to satisfy my desires without giving him any say in the matter.
I lay back on the sleeping pad and my eyes drifted closed...
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(Flashback- 35 years earlier:)
I lie there in dark not sure what to do, when I clearly hear the clear sound of his sleeping bag unzipping and the top cover being tossed back.
It feels like time had slowed down, the silence in our tent is deafening. I look over and see him silhouetted in the dim moonlight shining through the canvas of the tent. I see his chest rising and falling in a clearly exaggerated manner as his hand slides down across the bulge in the clearly visible green speedos. He then hooks his thumb into the waistband of those briefs and slides one side down as his hardening cock pops up.in full view.
I crouch down and my face moves within half an inch of his cock. I allow my hot breath to move slowly along the shaft. The effect is obvious, even in the darkl can see him getting hard. I fiqure it's now or never. He shifts just slightly so his cock is aligned with mine and I lower myself down.
The moment my cock touches his we both become rock hard. It feels like my cock just connected with a live electric wire. The sensation is nearly overwhelming. I feel him slowly start to move. Thrusting up grinding his cock against mine. We both let out a simultaneous moan,*
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(Present Day:)
I awoke with a start. Blinking away that momentary feeling of disorientation, which was not helped by the fact that it was as now dark. I fumbled in the dark and found
my phone and saw it was now almost 11pm. l had been asleep for over 4 hours.
Suddenly I head the unmistakable sound of ... a snore.
I turned on the flashlight app on my phone and there he was lying on a sleeping bag next to me. He must have arrived and come in all whilel was asleep. In my jet lagged induced nap, I hadn't even noticed. I was about to wake him when I saw the noticeable bulge in his pants.
Feeling like I had fallen back in time | reached out my hand and moved it slowly over his crotch. Feeling him harden almost instantly. I smiled and glanced over at his face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing the steady pace of someone sound asleep. I was about to take my hand away when I felt his hips thrust distinctly upwards against my hand. I responded by giving the outline of his now rock hard cock a gentle squeeze. He thrusts up again clearly in response.
I gently ease the zipper of his pants down, sliing my had into the opening feeling the heat radiate off his cock. I massage the length of it. Feeling a damp spot of pre-cum forming on the fabric of his underwear. Emboldened I undio his belt and peel back the waistband of his underwear freeing his cock from the fabric.
Leaning down I run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, hearing his breath catch in his throat as I take his cock into my mouth and slowly begin sucking. He arches his hips up off the floor allowing me to pull down his pants and underwear. While at the same time sliding my own shorts off freeing my own rapidly growing erection.
I taste his pre cum as I move my mouth steadily up and own. His hand finds my cock and gently pulls on it. I increase my speed taking him deeper.
I heard him breath out "I'm getting close". I stop and am about to shift position and ride his cock like a pogo stick, when he stops me. "Just your mouth.." He says.
Trying hard to mask my disappointment I look at him and say "you sure?" he nods. So, I resume my oral attention to his cock stroking while I work my mouth up and down it. I feel him stiffen and a stifle a moan as I grab a towel as he cums.
I finish myself off holding his still fairly hard cock in my hand. After which we both pull our shorts back on and turn off the light go back to sleep.
The following morning we wake up and nothing is said. Almost as if it had all been a dream. Nothing would happen the rest of the weekend. It was pretty much just two old friends enjoying a weekend camping trip.
The following night we both fall asleep and stayed that way all night. In the morning we pack up the campsite. Joke with each other over breakfast about how age had made sleeping in a tent far less comfortable than it was when we were teenagers.
Then we loaded up our respective vehicles and went our separate ways.
To be Continued....
