Another Guy From Church

During my first year teaching at a conservative Christian school, I attended a church group for young adults who were in college or recently graduated. Many of the members of this tight-knit group had known each other since high school or before, so I felt a bit like an outsider. The group was made up of several married couples, but there were single folks too, and we would sometimes hang out on our own. There was a guy named Mike, who came to the group a few times. I just knew him as a guy who made funny remarks from the sidelines. We hadn't interacted too much, but one time after church, we were talking and he said we should see this new movie that had just come out and was getting good reviews. I said, "Sure." We made plans to see the movie that night. He lived at home with his mother and brother, so I picked him up at his house and we went to the movie. After the movie, we got in the car, and I started driving him home. On the way we were chatting about the movie and just making conversation when he started telling me about someone he was hanging out with one time who had reached over and grabbed his crotch. I was watching the road, so I didn't see it coming, but as he told me about the crotch-grabber, he reached over and poked my crotch a few times. I was so surprised by it that I jumped in my seat. He pulled his hand back and said he hadn't meant to surprise me and that he was just showing me what the other guy had done. Not wishing to make a big deal out of it, but also since it aroused my interest, I said, "No problem. You just surprised me is all." And he said, "Cool," and he repeated that he was just showing me what the other guy had done. As he said that, he reached over and poked at my crotch a second time. And, again, I hadn't seen it coming, so I was again surprised, and I jumped. He apologized again, and I said it was all good. Now, this wasn't a guy I had any sexual thoughts about, and I hadn't thought his invitation to the movie was anything more than two guys going to a movie. When he grabbed my crotch the first time, it certainly got my attention, but I thought, okay, maybe he was just demonstrating what the other guy had done, and there wasn't any sexual component to it on his part. I knew, however, that most guys didn't do that, especially with a guy he barely knew. I acted like it was no big deal because, for one, at that time, I feared that other guys might suspect my sexual attraction to guys, so they were testing me. It usually didn't dawn on me that they had those same feelings. Being a new teacher at a Christian school, I was more worried about what it said about me than what it said about the other guy. I feared that if I overreacted to or even acknowledged the situation, I would look guilty. When this guy grabbed me the second time, however, I knew he was up to something. Of course, neither of us could acknowledge what was happening, because if we did, we would have to deny it and there would be no chance for anything to happen. If we didn't acknowledge it, we could let things go and see where they led. So we continued the drive, neither of us acting as if anything unusual had just happened. When we got back to his house, he asked if I wanted to come in and watch TV for a while. Normally I would have begged off and gone home, but after the crotch grab, I wondered if anything else would happen, so, scared as I was, I was also intrigued. I said, "Sure," and we went inside. His mom was in the living room, so we stopped to chat with her for a minute or two and then we went on to the family room and sat on the couch to watch TV. I was sitting facing forward on one end of the couch. He kicked off his sandals and sat with his back against the armrest at the other end of the couch, facing me with his legs bent and his bare feet on the cushion between us. As we talked, I noticed that his feet were sliding slowly but surely closer and closer to my leg. It was clearly happening, but he didn't show any awareness of it, so neither did I. Eventually his feet were resting against my leg. I didn't acknowledge it, and neither did he. Denial is strong, so I was still telling myself that he may not be aware of it, and since he isn't thinking anything sexual about it, he might not even notice what he's doing. So I didn't react. And honestly, I was getting a sexual charge from his feet on my leg. I don't think I could have admitted that to myself at the time, but I made no effort to pull away. We had been sitting this way for a few minutes when Mike's brother walked into the room and asked us how we liked the movie, since he had seen it and loved it. Mike's back was to the doorway where his brother entered the room, so he didn't see him coming, but as soon as he heard his brother's voice, he pulled his legs up so that his feet were no longer touching my leg. I saw his brother's eyes drop to look at Mike's feet, so I was pretty sure his brother noticed what Mike had done. I worried that his brother might know that Mike was into dudes, and he would then think I was complicit in the game of footsie. But none of us, including Mike's brother, acknowledged that anything strange was going on, so we talked about the movie and then I said I had to go home. And that was the end of things with Mike for a couple of weeks. A few weeks later, I was again talking to Mike after church, and he said that some weekend we should go to an amusement park that was a few hours' drive away. Knowing that these sorts of plans usually never came to fruition, I said that it sounded fun. He quickly said we should do it the following weekend, and he started telling people that he and I were going, so it was planned. I could tell myself that I wanted to go because I had never been to that park before, which was true, but I also wondered, based on the previous incidents with Mike, what might happen on a weekend away with him. In preparation for the weekend, I went to an adult bookstore in a nearby city and I bought a hardcore magazine that featured graphic three-way sex between two guys and a girl. The magazine was ostensibly straight with the two guys high-fiving each other and shaking hands or giving each other a thumbs up while one guy fucked the woman as she sucked the other. It wasn't blatantly bisexual, but just enough to interpret it as bi, yet straight enough to admit I liked it if Mike saw it. I planned to plant it in our hotel room for him to find so we could talk about it and possibly look at it together. Friday after work we drove to the city where the amusement park was located, and we checked into a hotel. We got a room with two queen-sized beds, one bed for each of us. When Mike went to the bathroom, I pulled out the porn mag and stuffed it in the drawer of the nightstand between the beds. We went out to get dinner and then we came back to our hotel room and watched TV for a while. I decided to take a bath. This wasn't something I normally did, but it was a chance to get naked in front of Mike. I jumped in the tub and he said he was going to run down to the lobby to check things out. I thought, well, crap, but I stayed in the tub. He left and wasn't gone all that long. When he came back, he said he'd bought some wine coolers. He came into the bathroom, cracked one open and handed it to me in the bathtub. I thought, "Wine coolers? He isn't much of a drinker, but cool, he's trying to get me drunk. Bring it on!" He sat on the toilet and drank his cooler while we chatted. There was nothing sexual about the interaction, other than I was naked. He eventually left me to the bath. I got up and dried off and came into our room naked, and I slid under the covers of my bed. Nothing much happened that night. We watched TV for a while and went to sleep. The next morning we got up and spent the day at the amusement park, having fun, but with nothing sexual happening during the day. When we got back to our room, I decided to take another bath. I soaked, drank more wine coolers, and when I finished, I dried off and then climbed into my bed nude, jumping under the covers. Mike was lying under the covers on his bed watching TV. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but I didn't know what he was or wasn't wearing beneath the covers. We watched television for a while and then he said he had to piss, so he got up and walked between our beds to walk around mine and then go into the bathroom. He was nude. Seeing him fully clothed, I hadn't given his body all that much thought, but when I saw him nude from the rear I realized he had a nice body with broad shoulders, narrow waist and cute, round, furry butt. As he rounded the foot of my bed, I saw him in profile, and then he faced me as he walked to the bathroom, so I saw his hairy chest and stomach and nice pubic bush. His cock was poking through the fur. He walked nonchalantly to the bathroom. After he had finished, he came back out and we decided to run downstairs to eat at the hotel restaurant. He threw on a pair of white sweatpants. I noticed he didn't put on underwear so his cock was clearly outlined in the sweats as was the small wet spot visible on his pants right where I could see the head of his cock. He threw on a t-shirt that hung down far enough to cover his crotch. I threw on a pair of shorts (but no underwear) and a t-shirt, and we went to eat. When we got back to our room, I pulled off my clothes and jumped back into bed naked. He took his shirt off but left his skin-tight, nearly transparent, white sweat pants on. We were talking about how tired we were. At some point he offered to give me a backrub. I was nude but under the covers from the waist down. I said okay to the backrub. I rolled over on my stomach, and he got on my bed and straddled my back. He sat on my butt and proceeded to give me a great back rub. While he was doing it, he would lean forward, pressing his full body against mine and whispering things in my ear, such as "Does that feel good?" On one level it was completely innocent, but on another it most definitely was not. I loved the feel of his weight pressing down on my body, and we both acted as if there was nothing unusual or sexual about this interaction where I was completely nude and he was wearing only a pair of thin sweat pants. He worked his way down my back until he got to the blankets. He slid his rear end down my body so he was now sitting on my legs. He pulled the blanket and sheets down and continued to massage my body with my naked backside fully visible. He rubbed my entire backside, including my ass cheeks, but even so, it still felt pretty innocent. He moved down the tops of my legs and I squirmed a bit to spread my legs in order to give him easier access to them, knowing that my balls and scrotum would be visible between my legs as well. Again, it was sexy as hell, but on the surface neither of us acted as if there was anything overtly sexual about it, even when his fingers clearly brushed over my balls. He went so far as to pull my balls out of the way so he could grip my thigh better, but I still kept telling myself that he might not have meant anything by that. After he had given me a thorough and relaxing massage, he said it was his turn, so he lay face-down down on my bed, still wearing only his sheer sweat pants and I, still nude, straddled him, sitting my bare ass on his butt and I gave him a back rub. I returned the favor of pretty much lying full-body on him as he did with me. I took my time and gave him a thorough massage. After this had gone on for a while, however, I was hit with the realization of what we were doing, and I feared I might get hard or start leaking precum. I panicked and said, "That's enough. I'm done." He seemed surprised when I stopped so abruptly, but was like, "Um, okay", and he got up and went to his bed. We watched television for a while and talked about our plans to return to the park in the morning. Since this was our last night in the hotel, I knew that this was my last opportunity for anything to happen. When Mike went into the bathroom, I grabbed the porn mag from the nightstand drawer and shoved it between the mattress and box spring of his bed with just a portion of it sticking out. I adjusted the sheets so that it was mostly covered, but showing enough that he was likely to find it. When Mike came back from the bathroom, he pulled off his sweats and jumped into his bed. We shut off the TV and turned off the lights. We talked a bit in the dark about nothing in particular. Eventually he fell asleep. I was so keyed up, knowing that it was now or never, that it was impossible for me to sleep. I was horny as hell. The curtains were heavy and blocked all light from the outside, so I couldn't see much of anything. I pulled down my covers and started stroking my boner. I let myself make more noise than necessary so that Mike would know what I was doing. I wasn't sure whether he was awake or not, but it turned me on even more to be jerking off a few feet from him, knowing he was likely listening. I was getting more turned on by the minute. Finally I knew I had to do something to move things forward. I was hard as a rock, so I got up and walked around his bed to the window, opening the curtain enough to let in the light from the streetlights outside. I stood at the window in profile so that he would be able to clearly see my hard cock standing straight up. I bent it down and let it snap back up, making a slapping sound against my stomach. I played with it a little and flexed it a few times for effect. It wasn't subtle, but I was so horny that I lost my head a bit. To make sure he was looking (if he was indeed awake), I said, in a desperate but loud stage whisper, "I'm so fucking horny!" From behind me, I clearly heard Mike respond. I couldn't make out exactly what he said, but it was something like, "What did you say?" as if he were half asleep and didn't quite hear me. I froze and didn't know what to do, though he was clearly giving me an opening. I figured it was now or never, so I whispered again, "I'm so fucking horny!" He responded in the affirmative as if that was cool and he added, "Me too." Of course, I immediately panicked and worried that people at the school would find out if we went any further and though we were close to the point of no return, I was still able to deny anything happened if we stopped right then, so I pretended not to hear what he said and I got into bed and finally fell asleep. The next morning I woke up and was lying on my side facing away from Mike's bed. I was lying there and I realized that I could see his shadow from behind me on the wall I was facing. It wasn't clear but there was something clearly moving fast back and forth. I realized that he must be jacking off and I was seeing the shadow of his arm moving up and down. I lay there watching the shadow and listening to him, and from his breathing pattern, I was positive that was what he was doing. I heard the turning of pages too, so I realized he must have found the porn mag. I lay there getting hornier and hornier as I listened. I decided I had to roll over so I was facing him, so I could see for myself that he was, in fact, doing what I thought he was doing. I worried, however, that if I were facing him, he would stop what he was doing, which I didn't want him to do. I took the risk and rolled over, pretending to still be asleep. I got settled and opened my eyes a crack to see if I could see him. He was lying in his bed with his covers pulled down, and he was stroking his dick while looking at the magazine. He kept going, so I figured either he didn't know I could see, or he knew perfectly well I could see. I could have stayed there and watched until he came, but I wanted to see where this would go. So, after watching him for a while, I pretended to wake up and sat up in bed, not paying particular attention to him. Once I was up, I turned to look at him and he had pulled his blankets up to cover himself, but he was still looking at the porn mag. He set the magazine on his lap and said, "Check this out." Feigning ignorance, I asked what it was. He said it was a porno mag he found stuffed in the mattress, so it must have been left by the last people who stayed in the room. I said, "Cool, let me see," and I pulled my covers back and stood up to step over to his bed. His eyes went down to my semi-hard dick and then he looked back up and said that it looked like I had a boner already. I laughed out of embarrassment, and sat down on the edge of his bed with my back to him and my feet on the floor. I realized this was kind of awkward, so I swung my feet up on the bed, adjusted the pillow behind me and lay next to him, and we started looking at the magazine together. I thought the magazine was blocking my crotch from his view, but there was still something freeing about being naked with him, knowing he was naked as well, especially in a sexualized situation where we were looking at porn together. We went through the motions of commenting on how hot the woman in the magazine was, knowing full well that we were both looking at the two men in the pictures. Thank God he was braver than I. He said that it was too bad we didn't have a woman there so that we could recreate the scenarios in the magazine. He put the magazine aside and he rolled toward me and asked me whether I was cold since the air conditioning was running full blast. He said I should get under the covers too. So I stood up and he pulled the covers back for me. He pulled them back far enough to reveal that his cock was hard and standing straight up. He didn't acknowledge that fact and neither did I. I jumped in the bed and slid up next to him so that our legs were touching, and he threw the covers over us both. He picked up the magazine and we picked up where we left off with looking at it. As we were looking, he started letting his leg bounce and it rubbed against mine. I didn't pull mine away. We kept looking at the pictures and talking about the scenario in the pics. He said again that it would be hot if we had a woman. He set the magazine aside again and rolled over on his side so that he was facing me, and he grabbed my shoulders, rolling me toward him. He said that I could fuck the woman from the front, and he could fuck her from the back. With that, he pulled my shoulder close to him, flipping me on my side so that I was facing him. He pulled us together so that our pelvises were pressed together. He started humping me, semi-jokingly in that he was demonstrating what we would do if there were a woman between us, but we were both dead serious in our lust while grinding our bodies together. I was getting close to coming, and I panicked and stopped moving. He realized something was up, so he stopped and asked if I was okay. I said yes, but that I was getting a little weirded out. He apologized and said he was sorry and that he was just goofing off. I said it was too late to hit the park that day and we should probably just shower and drive back home. I jumped in the shower and jerked off under the hot water. When I came out of the bathroom, Mike was still looking at the magazine. I wanted to jump back into his bed to look at the magazine with him, but he got up, stuffed the magazine in his suitcase and then jumped in the shower. When we were ready, we checked out of the hotel and drove home, never once mentioning the sexual tension that had permeated the room all weekend. I dropped him off at his house and went home. We were still friendly after that weekend, but I don't remember hanging out with him again, and certainly not in any sexual situation. A few months later I heard that he had moved away, and a year or two after that I heard that he had married a much older woman. And that's my story with Mike, one of the guys from my church.