Bisexual
2010-07-05
We had been out walking on the beach, and had just come up to Dan's house with the idea of getting some coffee. I was new to the area and had just moved there two weeks before, and the two of us had met out on the beach one day. Dan was the first person I had met. He was about my age, early twenties, and the two of us had sort of hit it off well enough. That morning, having splashed in the surf, our swim trunks were wet. As Dan made the coffee and poured out each a mug, he made some comment about our wet attire and how it would probably feel better not to have wet trunks on.
As soon as he said that, however, he looked embarrassed. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded," he said.
I laughed. "I know," I told him that I knew what he had meant. I agreed that it would probably feel better not to have on wet trunks too, just for comfort's sake.
We both grinned over the idea of our buffing it, and I pointed out how he at least didn't have to worry about having any neighbors nearby, addressing the privacy issue. His place was situated well away from any other house on that section of the beach.
"Yeah. . .
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" he conceded. "I don't suppose that would be a problem. I mean, so far as our being naked.
"
"And so long as you're not expecting anyone to drop by," I added.
"No. Not today," he assured. With a hint of shyness he said, "I suppose we could slip our trunks off. "
I guess I was feeling in enough of an uninhibited mood to go along with the idea.
"It's okay with me," I said carelessly.
We both shrugged and went ahead and slipped our wet trunks down and off. We both grinned modestly over our bareness. Yet, it was summer and warm, it did feel good not clad in our wet trunks.
"Why don't we sit in the living?" he suggested.
We padded from the kitchen into the living room and sat on the sofa.
"Well.
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. . here we are. . . two bare-assed guys," he joked.
We both grinned over the obvious implications.
"Well, two bare-assed friends," I said.
We each smiled, happy to avoid there being any gay connotations about the situation.
"Still, it could be a little embarrassing," he remarked.
I smirked. "Only if someone saw us," I said confidently.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"It might be embarrassing if someone saw us, and we were both sitting here with hard-ons," I joked.
"That would be embarrassing," said Dan with a mild blush.
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"if someone saw us," I repeated. "But if it's just the two of us. . . "
"I guess it wouldn't be quite so embarrassing then. At least. . . not if we both had one. "
I laughed. "Why? Were you thinking of getting one?"
Dan looked self-conscious. "I'm trying not to," he confessed. "
I could see his manhood starting to show signs of arousal.
"I know. Me, too," I confessed, making no effort to hide the fact that my penis was responding a tiny bit.
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We both grinned. Helplessly we sat there unable to prevent what was occurring naturally.
"Oh-oh," I quipped. "Now it looks like we're two bare-assed friends having a boner together. "
"Yeah. . . " he said.
We sat there with our cocks stiffening upward in a handsome display.
"Hey. . . we're both guys. It's nothing to be embarrassed about," I excused.
Dan gave me a thankful look for putting it that way.
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"This isn't exactly how I'm use to being with a friend," he remarked.
"I know. Me, either," I assured. I smiled modestly. "But it feels good. "
Dan smiled, too. "Yeah. I can't say it doesn't. "
We sat smiling and observing each others upright organ. Our erections were unreservedly stiff. In a way, it was easy to feel admiring of what we were showing, just in a one guy to another kind of way. Even to find it pleasing to be having an erection with each other.
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