Almost September. First year university was just a few short weeks away. I was alternately excited and anxious at the prospect; sometimes both at once. I wasn't the most socially outgoing guy. Raised in a typical repressed suburban WASP family (my parents were definitely not swinging suburbanites) I felt a little green and naïve about the world. I had an off again on again relationship with a girl that wasn't going to survive my going away to college. Becky was as timid about intimacy as I was and sexually we hadn't moved beyond 3rd base. I feared that my social anxieties would continue and I would leave university still a virgin.
There were other complications. Something about me seemed to make me attractive to older men. My body had some kind of magnetic effect on their hands which regularly found opportunities to brush against my groin or slide cross my ass. What were worse these surreptitious violations filled me with confusion. All my unacted-upon sexual urges kept me pretty randy and my body would flush with heat and desire from their attention.
I didn't really know what made me such a target. I didn't know what a prize and temptation a young slender male body, smooth skinned and hairless with a bubble butt, was to some older men. (Like I said, I was a little naïve.) Even my family doctor seemed to feel a need to give me regular prostate exams that seemed to me to go on an unnecessarily long time. When my chubby six inch cock would get erect from his attentions he would assure me that this was natural and I needn't feel embarrassed. Easy for him to say as he was gently holding my balls and asking me to cough (again) before he bent me, bare-assed, over his examination table and gently held my cheeks apart for his probing finger.
However I digress. Here it was, August; hot and sticky even out here in the suburbs. In the dog days waiting for school to start my buddy, Jim, and I would sometimes pitch his family tent in the backyard and sleep out in the wilds of suburbia. We'd create our version of a sultan's hideaway: junk food, soda, comic books and, of course, erotic pulp fiction. Our 'camping rituals always included staying up and reading racy passages out loud, agitating the hell out of each other. Occasionally it would lead to a little mutual groping but we were both too afraid to take things any further.
This was before the age of the internet when sexually erotic and explicit books and magazines were not easy to come by for randy young men such as ourselves. Luckily the owner of our local corner store turned a blind eye to our occasional X-rated purchases. (A few times he hinted that I could come by later and have a look at his more extensive personal collection; an invitation that I found at once both terrifying and arousing). I still get excited remembering how his eyes would slowly look me over as I was making up my mind which titillating book to buy. He would stand close to me, checking me out, his roaming hands finding different 'friendly' strategies to brush across the front of my jeans or even squeeze my perky little buns. I accepted his attention as an unspoken fee for ringing up my illicit purchases.
Those hot summer nights in my friend's tent were filled with almost unbearable sexual arousal but they never really went anywhere. I guess Jim and I were both too afraid to move into the dark dangerous waters of acting on our arousal. Even though we were both really turned on, our fantasies were about having incredible sex with gorgeous girls and being seduced by gorgeous women- not making out with guys. Still we would push it to, what was for us, the limit.
This year we were both getting ready to move off to different universities and we planned one more night in the tent as part of our send off. Jim lived across the road from me and both our parents regarded our backyard 'camping' excursions as a little weird but tolerated them with some amusement.
This year Jim's older uncle, Dave, was living with his family. He was a friendly, slightly greying older guy with a great sense of humour. For a guy in his 60's he was in great shape. You could tell that he worked out and took care of himself. He loved grabbing me or Jim and wrestling us to the floor in the family rec room. The rest of the family paid little attention and would step over and around our writhing and wriggling bodies. When no one else was in the room Uncle Dave's hands tended to wander. Like the owner of the corner store, he would grab my ass (what is it about a bubble-butt that says 'fondle me, please'?), or, give my crotch a quick squeeze. I didn't really mind his roaming hands. I just thought he was being playful and, compared to other adults I knew, he was easy to talk to and be around so I cut him a lot of slack. Secretly it fueled many late night masturbation sessions.
He was Jim's favourite uncle and I could see why. Jim felt so comfortable with him that he even told Dave about our titillating reading sessions and even our timid mutual groping. I was upset with Jim for divulging our little secret but he said his uncle just laughed and said that our behaviour was normal for young men. In fact, he was surprised we hadn't gone further with each other! I know that I was blushing at the thought as Jim related this to me and, although neither of us admitted it, it probably prompted us to have one more backyard grope adventure before we headed off to school.
Even though we were older we gathered our usual supplies together including a couple of new racy paperbacks. As I was carting my stuff across the road to Jim's backyard I was grateful Becky had no idea how sexually stirred up I was at spending the night in a tent with a guy. Still I had no intention of engaging in any direct sex play with my friend; it just seemed too gross.
It was just beginning to get dark as we finished getting the tent erected and set-up. Dave came out a few times to watch us in our preparations. Once again I could feel myself blushing as I thought about Jim sharing our innocent secret. My whole body heated up more when I would catch Dave casually looking me over. I remembered the clerk at the corner store watching me with similar lusting eyes and my cock involuntarily began to awaken. (What was wrong with me? I liked girls, dammit!) I had the feeling he wanted an invite to join us for the night but there was no way that was going to happen!
Finally we were all set up, junk food, lanterns, beverages; the tent was ready. As I was getting settled Jim said that he had to go in for a few minutes to brush his teeth and stuff. I took advantage of his absence to strip off all my clothes and slide into my sleeping bag. The feeling of the flannel material against my naked skin aroused me and within moments I was sporting a hard erection. Wow, I thought, you are one randy boy!
While waiting for Jim to return I began to doze off, laying naked on my stomach in the soft sleeping bag. Because it was so hot and sticky that night, the bag was unzipped down one side and my leg and part of my ass was partially sticking out to help cool my lower body. The lantern cast a warm glow over my smooth flesh. Showing a little flesh to each other was almost as risque as Jim and I ever got.
Eventually Jim came back out- bringing his uncle with him! Dave must have got a good eyeful of my exposed buns before I jerked back into my bag but he acted like nothing had happened. "I'm not planning on staying." he said, ''Just thought you boys might want to join me for a nightcap." There were three glasses in his hands and he carefully passed one to Jim and then one to me.
My body was flooded with warmth from my first sip. I'd never had hard alcohol before and this drink, mixed with orange juice, seemed awfully strong. But Dave kept making up toasts that had us laughing and emptying our glasses in no time. I began to feel the buzz and just a little woozy from the spiked drink. It seemed to have a different effect on Jim. He quickly became sleepier and sleepier and suddenly he was passed out asleep!
