It had been years since we had last seen each other. He wanted to come down for the long weekend. I wanted to spend it alone, but how could I turn him down.
The first evening was fine. We went to dine at a restaurant with lots of men and a piano bar. No, that was the next day. The first night
we ate Thai at a gay place with a smooth Thai man who had style and beauty and a style that looks better on women, but on him it was delightful as well.After the first night in my apartment, we rose and I cooked breakfast for him. We talked and wasted Sunday morning like we hadn't done since we were little boys in the woods back home. I gave him an old high school year book and told him to find out who eventually married whom. I took my shower in the see-through shower curtain with the abstract art designs. He called from the next room and said could he talk to me while I was in the shower. I said, of course. When he heard me turn off the water, he left the bathroom until he heard me part the curtain. He said if it was ok to talk while I towel dried myself.
He was shocked that I had an erection as I stood in the shower. I apologized and said that I always get hard when I dry myself. But if it was ok with him and if he didn't mine he could sit in the large bathroom and wait while I shaved.
I knew he wanted to be in there to keep me and my hard-on company. But it was awkward just how to take this all in. I lathered up and started to shave and he asked me if he could, but the running water made it hard for me to hear him. He tried again to rephrase his question,
but the water kept drowning him out. I finally made it easy on both of us and directed his nervous hand around my manroot. He played with it as a dog plays with a bone he just found. But he only played with it with this hand. That made it easier for me to keep on shaving.We talked as he sat on the bathtub ledge fully clothed as I applied my aftershave and a bit of hair growth foam and gel. I asked again if he felt ok with how this was turning out. He said we were good buddies from years ago and that if I could handle this, so could he.
It was a new experience to stand in front of a buddy who I had no idea liked this kind of thing and made polite, or impolite conversation.
"Look," I said, "I'm gonna lie down and we can see where this leads." He came over and brought the high school year book with him and turned the pages as he turned me on.
He'd stroke my body, my thighs, my chest, my manhood, and my balls as he turned the pages of the yearbook with his other hand. He seemed to have a hang on this ambidextrous activity.
I'd try to jerk off as best as I could as we talked and proceeded catching up on all the missing years in-between. I apologized if this was a little weird, but he said it was probably one of the reasons he drove four hours on the interstate.
He told me about his challenges since being laid off and not being able to find the right kind of job. He said with little money, he couldn't continue meeting people except in churches where they required no cover at the door. But he had no gay friend in church, though the ladies of the church were friendly and some unsuspecting men. Then the real reason why he came down came out of hiding. He was lonelier than he'd ever been and with his youth intact, he had no reason to feel so. Maybe the lack of money didn't help, or the inaccessibility to good, solid friends.
It felt odd to be lying there in the nude with my hand around my shaft as he started to cry and told me that he didn't know what to do about his situation. I stopped what I was doing and tried to give him the best advice I could.
The afternoon continued like this longer than I'd ever thought possible. But when I saw that he wasn't going to see him out of his clothes, I decided that he'd take a shower so we could go out to eat.
We ate and watched Pedro Almodovar's Volver with Penelope Cruz. It unsettled him because there was too much blood and too many straight women talking about dead husbands, dead mothers, and sexually incestuous fathers. We fell asleep before the film faded into Monday morning.
Monday morning after breakfast, to my surprise the whole cycle started up again. This time he waited till I came to to the living room with my towel hanging from my desire and my face already lathered up. I asked him did he want to come to the bathtub and talk as I shaved.
This time we did without the tears and just focused on my nude desire for myself mostly as he still wouldn't take his clothes off. He was just content to talk and plan the afternoon and laugh about the odd weekend we were having after the fact. This slightly frustrated foreplay was not as complex as the one from the day before, but at least, it made for an unusual memorial day weekend.
After we had dined out on the last afternoon, Monday evening, we said our goodbyes. I apologized if somehow I had lead him on by accepting his request to come into the bathroom both days and talk with me as I shaved in the nude. He said, it was probably what he wanted and that we'd have to keep in touch. We gave each other a bear hug until the stray raccoon scared us by getting too close to the parked car.
I guess some friends touch and play around. No orgasm was ever planned or orchestrated. Just the lightest foreplay and long hours of conversation I had ever encountered this side of theory.
