Everyone involved was well over 18.
Some friends and I had decided to spend a week walking a long distance route. It's a popular route, about 100 miles long, that probably thousands of people walk every year taking in some decently sized mountains and some spectacular scenery.
Along the way we sometimes camped, sometimes stayed in hostels and once in a B&B.
As the week progressed we bumped into many of the same people repeatedly and became quite friendly with an American couple. They were in their 60s and both very active for their age. Both of them were lovely people and the male (we'll call him) Frank was, to me, stunning. He was a bit shorter than me, probably about 5' 11". He had grey hair, a nicely trimmed grey beard, a very sexy smile and gorgeous twinkling eyes. He had very nicely toned legs poking out of his shorts in which I could see a very nice bulge and an amazing looking arse. He was my perfect man but he was on holiday with his wife and I wasn't going to try anything. I"d save my thoughts of him for when I was masturbating in the various showers I used along the route.
I think it was the fourth day into the hike. My friends and I were picknicking at lunchtime when he and his wife (we'll call her Joan) came into view walking towards us and I waved them over. After a bit of smalltalk they mentioned where they were staying that night. It was the same campsite we were booked into. My friends and I were going to treat ourselves to a nice meal that night at a hotel not far from the campsite and asked if they'd like to join us. They enthusiastically agreed and we set a time.
I knew nothing could happen but I was excited about spending an evening with Frank anyway. I really enjoyed his (and his wife's) company. Throughout the afternoon's hike I daydreamed about him. Imagined him having sex with her. Thought about what his face would look like just as he reached the point of orgasm. Wondered about his cock. Had he ever let a man touch it?
We arrived at the campsite before Frank and Joan arrived. We setup our tents in an area with a lot of space around us and waited on them to arrive while having a beer or three. When they did arrive, they pitched beside us and, after showering, we all headed off to the hotel together.
The meal at the hotel was lovely. Frank and Joan insisted on paying which was great as my friends and I were all pretty broke at the time. After eating we drank a few more bottles of wine then went on to sample some of the local whiskies.
It was getting late and Joan was tired and wanted to go back to the campsite. Frank, on the other hand, was having a great time - telling stories and jokes and enjoying being the centre of attention. I was enjoying his company so much. After a bit of discussion my friends (who were also tired) offered to walk Joan back to the campsite and let Frank and I have a couple of more drams.
We joked and we laughed and enjoyed the liquor. Then it was closing time. Damn, I was enjoying spending time with him.
"I need to pee before we go," I said and headed off to the bathroom. I got my dick out and started to pee when the door opened behind me. It had to be Frank. There was nobody else left in the bar. I glanced over my shoulder - "you too, huh?"
There were only two urinals so he had no choice but to stand beside me. I wanted to look at his cock. I didn't want to be caught doing it so I kept my eyes forward. As the stream of piss left my cock I had a weird feeling like I was being watched. I looked sideways and could see he was staring straight at my dick. He realised he'd been caught and said, "Shit, sorry, I'm drunk and I've never actually seen an uncut one in the flesh. I shouldn't have stared."
"No worries," I replied. "Only fair I get to look at yours then!" I laughed. He got a bit flustered, shook it off, and put it away quickly before apologising again. I hadn't really managed to get a good look at it unfortunately. We just laughed it off and started the short walk back to the campsite.
We said our goodnights and I got into my tent alone and he crawled in beside Joan. That night I couldn't stop thinking about him looking at my cock. Wondering what he was thinking. I jacked off and went to sleep.
Next morning I woke up early and hungover. I needed a shower to revive myself before the walk that day. I pulled on a pair of shorts, grabbed my towel and toiletries and unzipped my tent. I got to the shower block and brushed my teeth. That made me feel better already. There was nobody else there so I decided to undress outside the wet shower cubicle. Just as I pulled my shorts off the external door opened. It was Frank. "Shit, sorry!" I said as I moved into one of the two adjacent cubicles.
