The 'For Sale' sign in the front window was small and discreet. It almost suggested the owner wasn't really serious about selling the motor home. Russ and I walked around it and looked at the exterior.
"It looks darn good. No big dents or dings. Just a few scratches.'
'Yeah.' I moved a panel that was leaning against a wheel. 'This tire looks good. Lots of rubber.' I lifted a canvas cover, 'This glass appears to be o.k.'
'Sure does. Let's see what the inside looks like.'
Russ pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He selected one and unlocked the side door. We stepped up into the stuffy interior of the motor home.
'I noticed this place seems to be all hooked up to the utilities. I wonder if the ac works?'
I flipped a light switch beside the door. Lights came on over the door and on the steps. 'Power is on.'
Russ walked through the main cabin. 'Here's the galley.' He quickly turned a faucet on and off. 'Water's on.' He moved farther back into the vehicle. 'I've found the ac controls.'
There was a soft thump or thud as the ac unit started up. I waited a few minutes until I felt cool air flowing out the door. I pulled the door shut behind me and locked it. 'Turn on some light back there.'
'O.K.'
I turned off the entry way lights. Russ was standing in the narrow hall. 'Gawd, this rig is something else. Look at this bedroom.'
He moved into the room as I came through the narrow hall. I glanced into the bathroom as I walked past it
'Lots of closet and drawer space. And the bed must be queen sized, at least.'
'Well, some people live in these rigs year around so I guess the people who build them get really good at utilizing any space that is available and still keep everything comfortable.'
Russ put the set of keys back into his pocket, 'Well, what do you think.'
'I think we should stop playing games.'
'Playing games?'
'Yes. We're playing games. You borrowed the keys to this motor home from a friend of yours. We both drove to this campground and when you checked in at the office you told the manager that you were going to show your friend's motor home to me. I acted like I was interested in maybe buying it.'
'I guess we were playing games.' Russ smiled, 'What's next, Paul?'
'It depends. Do you still want to satisfy that curiosity you've been telling me about?'
'Well, yes, but. . .'
Russ and I had met several months earlier at an on-line group for people who were interested in bisexuality with side trips into female and male homosexuality He had originally contacted me. We exchanged several emails, then set up a 'get acquainted ' meeting over coffee. We met several times after that for more coffee. We decided we needed to meet in a private place. Russ made arrangements to borrow the keys to this motor home from one of his friends.
'Well, get your clothes off.'
'Uh. . ., get my clothes off? But I was thinking. . ., uh. . .'
'You were thinking you'd drop your trousers and get a quick a blowjob from another guy and that would satisfy your curiosity about sex with another man.'
'Well, yes. . ., uh, I guess.'
'There's more to man to man sex than just getting your dick sucked and since we are here, you might as well get undressed.'
'Uh, o.k.' I watched as Russ took off his shoes then began to unbutton his shirt. When he took his shirt off, I started undressing. He paused when he was stripped down to his shorts. I pulled my t-shirt over my head.
'Everything.' Russ turned his back to me as he pushed his shorts down his legs. I shoved mine down and stepped out of them. 'Turn around.'
Russ turned slowly. Naked, we faced each other. He didn't try to cover his erection. He was a littler shorter than me, about five foot ten or so. He had a pretty decent build with no flab. Not buff, but o.k. He had a moderate amount of body hair. He was also several years younger than me. We looked at each other.
I smiled at him, 'Still curious?'
Yes.' Russ looked down at his hard-on and grinned at me, 'And excited.'
'Hold our dicks together.' I stepped very close to him. He hesitated. 'Like this.' I pressed my soft cock against his hard one. 'Wrap your hand around them and squeeze them together.' Russ's fingers closed around our cocks.
'I've never touched another man's dick before.'
'There's always a first time for everything. What or, rather, how do you feel holding our dicks?'
'I feel you getting hard.'
'How do you feel? Nervous? Curious? Queer? Want to run?'
Russ smiled, "I feel a little of each.'
'Move your hand.' I put my hands on his hips and pulled us close together. 'Move you hips a little.' I began to rotate my hips a little so our dicks slid together and rubbed against each other. Russ imitated my movements.
'How does that feel?'
'Good.' He grinned, 'And sort of nasty.'
'It's called frottage. Cock to cock. Cock rubbing. It we laid down and one of us got on top of the other and started humping and rubbing our dicks together, we could call it belly fucking.'
'Sounds like fun. Let's do it.'