Pete is a neighbour from a few doors away; he has always seemed a quiet sort of bloke who I'd spend the odd moment having idle chit chat with when our paths crossed in the street. I didn't know anything about him other than he lived on his own and enjoyed cycling, he could often be seen cycling off on his racing bike with his tight lycra shorts on and bare legs. His physique was very athletic topped with light blonde hair; he was about 6 foot tall and quite a good looking chap. One day arriving home from one of his rides he pulled up beside me a asked me if I fancied a barby around his house that evening as his friend he had invited had let him down and he had some fresh meat to cook or get wasted.
I agreed to go round about an hour later after I'd showered and changed, a funny thought struck me and I haven't got a clue why, but I suddenly felt like I was getting ready for a date and wondered weather Pete was actually gay and had other motives for this evening, I only though it then for the first time and had never questioned it before, but when I agreed to go round her seemed very pleased or even excited with my response. I myself have never had any form of gay sex but have never been put off by it, I have on occasions visited a few gay web sites and found them to be as exciting and arousing as any other site but have never taken it any further than that. I guess you could say that if the opportunity arose at the right time I would certainly not run a mile and the curiosity of it would possibly lead me to some involvement.
I showered and dressed in a shirt and long shorts and all the time I couldn't get the thought of Peter out of my head, god, what if I was completely wrong and he was just being friendly? I guess then I would just enjoy the food and drink a few buds. To be truthful I guess that I'd thought about it strongly enough to actually want something to happen. During my shower and the time I spent getting ready I had a few strong erections with the though of what might happen this evening, when I arrived at Pete's my erection had subsided but knew that during the whole evening it would be creating a reasonable bulge in my shorts, I took the step of not wearing any pants and thought that maybe if I gave him a tiny sign of my openness than something might just happen.
Peter answered the door still in his blue cycling shorts and vest; he obviously hadn't showered but had already started the barby and got some beers from his fridge. The next hour or so we talked about various thing, drank a few beers and eat some good food, as we sat there with the sun going down and the air getting cooler I began to feel a little under the spell of the booze and thought I'd throw a line to see what reaction I would get. I rubbed my hand across my lap and said
"I don't know about you Pete but summer nights and beer always seems to give me a hard on"
I squeezed my semi hard dick through my sorts and looked at Pete for a response, he laughed and looked intently as I squeezed myself. He seemed comfortable with my actions and replied by say that it's usually gin that has an effect on him. We carried on talking for a while before retiring inside as it was getting a little too cold to sit out, so we moved into the lounge and sat on opposite sofa's. As we sat down and I could see his dick was far more noticeable in his tight shorts than earlier, pointing at his crotch I laughed
"fucking hell Pete if that's what beer does for you I'd like to see that thing after a few glasses of gin!"
her looked a little embarrassed and began to apologise for it, "er, sorry I guess it has a mind of it's own some times"
looking at the bulge in his shorts his dick seemed to be quite a large one.
"don't mind me Pete" I laughed as he half tried to cover up "it's your dick, feel free to do what ever you want with it"
My own dick was now becoming quite hard and what with having no pants on was becoming very difficult to hide, Pete looked over at my ever increasing bulge and smiled
"Looks to me like your in a similar state yourself" his eyes were firmly fixed on my crotch and mine on his. I moved my right hand and squeezed my erection through the thin material of my shorts,
"I guess your right, it does seem to be a little excitable tonight" I was now feeling that I didn't really care what happened now so long as I got to see Peter's tool, looking back up Pete had also moved his hand and was rubbing it gently over the unmistakable outline of his hard on, I could clearly see the shape and size of his dick due to the material of his shorts being so tight,
Peter again smiled and said softly "that looks a little restrained to me, maybe you should take it out and be a bit more comfortable"
Well that was enough of a come on for me to know that Peter was thinking the same as me and at the same time his slid his hand over the front of his shorts, he closed his fingers to outline his cock and took a hold of it through the thin lycra material. Both of us were now sat opposite one another rubbing our manhood's through our shorts, I couldn't take my eyes of Pete's ever growing erection and it seemed to be getting more uncomfortable for him the larger it grew because it seemed to be pointing downward.
