I walked up the country road beside my friend Danny. Dressed in shorts and t-shirts and carrying a large rucksack each, we talked and told jokes as we made our way to the small village that would be our home for the next week.
Originally there were going to be a few of us on this little holiday in the countryside. But, as often happens, one by one people dropped out until it was just me and Danny left. And as soon as that happened, as soon as I realized that it was going to be just me and him staying in his uncle's holiday home, my expectations of the holiday changed completely. A good predator is always quick to recognize an opportunity.
I know what you're thinking. Danny is obviously a handsome virgin. Unspoilt and untouched. Innocent and pure.
In fact Danny was a cock hungry 20 year old who loved licking ass, sucking balls and swallowing cum. It was me who was pure. It was me who was innocent. I hoped this was about to change.
A few months previously, before the holiday got planned, Danny and I were hanging out with a few friends. It was common knowledge that not only was Danny gay but that he had recently been fooling around with another one of our friends who had previously just only been into girls.
This intrigued me immensely. I heard one of our friend's remark that Danny got off from 'getting straight boys into bed'.
When the holiday plans reduced down to just me and him, I recalled that remark and it lit up a desire in me that until then had until then laid dormant. As far as Danny knew, I was straight. And that was true, mostly. For curiosity had awakened within me and a door of possibility had opened.
We were close to the village, just a couple of miles of hiking left to go, when I turned to Danny.
"Hey guess what?" I asked with a cheeky sparkle in my eye.
"What?" Danny replied, intrigued by my question and the look in my eyes.
"I brought a little bit of pot with me" I answered. "And I can't wait to smoke a big fat joint when we get to the cottage"
Danny laughed heartily, aware of my reputation as a man who enjoyed a smoke.
"Sounds good to me, I think I'll join you" he said whilst smiling back at me.
I smiled with him, enjoying the easy banter that we often shared. But unknown to Danny, my statement was a lead. And the beginning of my plan.
"We better make sure we stock up food before we start smoking though. I just have no control when it comes to the munchies." I said, still smiling.
"Yeah tell me about it. I'm just the same. Last time I was stoned I opened a pack of cookies and didn't stop eating until I had finished the whole pack. And then I opened another!"
I laughed and, after a few seconds of seemingly casual silence, I laughed again and said the words I had been planning for the past few weeks.
"You know, food isn't the only thing I crave when I'm stoned. I always get just so goddamn horny when I've had a smoke" I admitted to Danny. Hoping to begin planting that little seed in his mind.
"Really?" Danny said, his expression suddenly becoming thoughtful.
"Oh yeah. If I'm on my own the very first thing I do after a joint is boot up my laptop and furiously wack off to a variety of internet porn!" I divulged.
"But what if you're not on your own?" Danny inquired as he laughed at my honesty.
"Well I just have to try to think of something else until I am!" I joked.
We laughed together and went on to talk about other things as we approached the village. After a visit to the local shop we found the cottage and let ourselves in. A quick tour of the place revealed that the place was totally undeveloped upstairs which meant the only place to sleep was going to be the pull out sofa bed in the lounge. Danny asked if I was ok with that and I kept my voice as neutral as possible as I said I was. In fact inside I was secretly delighted as this fitted my plan perfectly.
We unpacked our things and I said I was going to have a shower. I took my towel to the bathroom and stripped off my traveling clothes. I stepped in the shower and groaned in delight as the warm water cascaded onto my tired body. I rubbed soap on my chest, down to my stomach and then onto my cock and balls. I soaped my asshole thoroughly and my cock began to swell at the dirty thoughts of what I hoped the evening alone with Danny would bring.
After my shower I walked out of the bathroom and returned to the lounge. In my absence Danny had set up the sofa bed. I walked over to the other side of the room where my rucksack was and glanced over my shoulder to make sure I was in Danny's line of sight. As I slid off the towel from around my waist I nonchalantly dried my armpits to prolong the amount of time my pert ass was exposed to my gay friend.
I looked round quickly and caught Danny staring lustily at my smooth cheeks. I pretended not to notice as he guiltily looked up into my eyes as I smiled innocently back at him. I turned my head away and bent forward to open my rucksack.
I could feel his hungry eyes running over the back of my legs and ass like a caress as I pretended to look for my shorts. I was enjoying my apparently innocent exhibitionism and unknown to Danny my cock began to harden. I finally took my shorts from my rucksack and slipped them up my athletic and tanned legs. As I pulled them over my erection the waistband squeezed my cock and I let out a small sigh.
Danny didn't notice and, probably disappointed the show was over, he went off to the shower himself. When he returned I was sitting there still in my underwear but with a t-shirt on top and beginning to skin up a joint. Danny dressed himself as I had done in front of him but I pretended not to notice, even as I managed to sneak a few glimpses at his toned ass.
I lit up the joint as Danny finished dressing. He had put on a tight shirt which showed off his smooth body and his own pair of shorts. I made an effort to not let him catch me looking at him. I didn't want any suspicion to enter his mind. Not yet anyway.
I passed the joint to Danny and stretched my arms in the air whilst putting on a fake grimace. "You OK there bud" Danny asked as he took a toke on the reefer between his lips.
"Yeah my back's just aching a bit from carrying that huge rucksack" I said.
This was the bait. But Danny didn't bite. Not just yet.
I could see a look in his eyes. Like he was weighing up probabilities. But I must have been a puzzle to him. Should he put our friendship in danger, and the whole holiday in jeopardy, by making the wrong move?
Again, keeping my voice neutral to preserve the aura of my innocence I said "You know I could really do with a massage. You wouldn't mind working a few of my aches out of my back would ya?"
Danny's face looked a picture. He looked surprised and not a little pleased to be given this opportunity to lay his hands on his seemingly straight friend. But again I could see the conundrum in his thoughts. So I made an effort to remain acting nonchalant. Like the fact I knew he was gay and was about to touch me was no big deal.