(Takes up where third part ends.)
I woke up the next day, however, with a feeling of disappointment, because I realized that this was the day -- Wednesday -- when Danny's parents were to pick him up for the wedding. They were coming around lunchtime, so we wouldn't have more time to continue our explorations, much as we both wanted to.
Just before they arrived we got a chance to talk, and I was relieved to hear he had no morning-after regrets about what we'd been doing. I could tell he was as disappointed about leaving as I was to see him go, which made me feel like we were in the same place mentally.
Once he was gone I decided to go hiking. Again I headed north from the campground, but this time I kept going in that direction instead of veering westward to the ridge where we'd spied on the two gay guys.
The trail was steeper in this direction, and by the time I reached the small peak I'd scouted on previous trips I was hot and sweaty. I sat down to catch my breath and enjoy the view, which from that spot is pretty grand, with rocky peaks on three sides and the thick forest stretching out before you to the distant foothills.
One thing about being in the mountains is that it helps put things in perspective. You realize how small and comparatively unimportant you are, and that most of your problems are, in the great scheme of things, not so pressing as you thought. My sexual interest in other guys might have sneaked up on me, but it was now a fact and I realized I would have to get used to it.
After an hour or so on top I gathered my stuff and made my way slowly back to the campground. It had grown hotter, and by the time I got back to our campsite I was sweaty again, and dirty from a tumble I'd taken on a tricky part of the trail.
The rest of the family was gone -- probably hiking somewhere themselves -- so I got my stuff out of my tent and headed for the showers. This being the middle of the week, the campground was only half full, so I figured I would have some privacy.
When I got to the shower building -- empty, thankfully -- I stripped, put my dirty stuff in one cubbyhole, my clean clothes in another, and hung my towel on a peg. I stepped into the shower room and took a corner spot, where I turned the water on hot and stood there for a while, letting it stream over me.
After a minute I started shampooing my hair, and as I rinsed off I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone else had come in and was using the shower in the opposite corner.
When I was done rinsing I stole a glance at him. He was facing in my direction, his head thrown back while he washed his own hair.
I realized with a start it was the same guy I'd seen here two days ago, when he came out of the shower naked. At the time I'd noticed his thick cock and shaved pubes, and the image had been in my mind when I'd jacked off with Danny not long afterward.
Soapy water was streaming down his body and dripping off his cock, and I felt the same sort of stirring I'd had when I was watching Danny the day before.
I looked away. I didn't want him to catch me looking at him again.
As I washed the rest of my body, I realized with dismay that I was about half-hard and getting harder.
I turned toward the wall, hoping he would just go away. I might be aroused by the sight of his cock, but my life was complicated enough already.
A few moments later I heard him moving toward the door, though he had left the water running. He came back, and I heard sounds I couldn't quite place.
I turned slightly in his direction and stole a glance out of the corner of my eye. He had spread shaving cream around his pubes and was giving them a shave.
