A gay adult story: A surprise from the past by Dolman69 ,
Hi, my names Joe, I’m an engineer and I’m bisexual. Let me warn you at this stage that the sexual parts of this story are 90% boy on boy stuff, so if you’re not into that I suggest that you find a different story. To begin with let me tell you a little about myself.
I’m 5ft 8ins, 150lbs, average looks and have dark hair (the other statistics can come later). I don’t play football, cricket or golf but keep myself pretty fit with several other sports. Rock climbing, abseiling, swimming, canoeing, sailing, sub-aqua and caving about covers it, I think.
I’m also a bit of a musician; I play the piano, church organ and violin (badly) and I think I can manage about 4 chords on the guitar.This story starts with me taking a week off work to carry out some essential maintenance and decoration on the house.
By Thursday I had just about finished and was cleaning my paint brushes when I received a text message from a friend , it read “Am with the gang you met last year; we decided to climb the highest points in Wales, Scotland and England. So yesterday we did Snowdon and at the mo. we’re heading for Scotland.
We propose to climb Ben Nevis tomorrow and Scafell Pike on Saturday. If you would like to join us on Scafell, meet us at the usual camp site in the Lake District on Sat morning”. I finished clearing up and sent a text back “See you Sat morning”. Then I rang the camp site where I’d stayed several times before and booked myself in for Friday and Saturday.
By lunch time on Friday I was getting close to Cumbria and keeping an eye on the dark patch of sky which had appeared on the east horizon. I fiddled with the car radio hoping to find the weather forecast on a local radio station, but without success. When I reached the camp site the sky was getting pretty dark so I hurried to get my tent sorted while it was still dry but when I got to the spot where I’d camped before I found a hike tent and a motor cycle already on the patch.
I didn’t want to move too far away as this would be the spot my friend would look for me tomorrow so I found another suitable patch about 25 yards away. By the time I’d erected my tent the black clouds were really rolling in and I led in the tent looking at the sky, wondering if tomorrow was going to be a washout. I must have dozed for a while then I was awakened by the sound of a motor cycle starting up. The bike pulled away then there was an odd tearing sound. The bike stopped and after a couple of clunks there was silence followed by an exclamation “OH SHIT”!
I scrambled out of the tent to see what was happening and the first thing I saw was a lad in his late teens removing his crash helmet. As he revealed a mop of red hair he turned and gazed with dismay on the devastation behind him. Apparently a loose guy line on his tent had become entangled with a stay on his rear mud guard and he had towed half of his tent across the field while the other half remained where he had put it.
I walked over to him to see if I could be of any help. As I approached him I couldn’t help staring at his face, he reminded me of someone but I couldn’t think who. He was looking very glum and I said “It looks as though you’ve really trashed that” and as I spoke the first heavy drops of rain started to fall. I said “We have to move fast, drag the remains of your tent over to my car and we’ll bundle it all into the boot (trunk) until the storm is over”. Due to his inflated air bed the bundle wouldn’t go into the car and we had to extract his bed to make it fit. Then we scrambled into my tent pushing his air bed in front of us, and we crouched under the extended fly sheet on the front of the tent.
The rain was now coming down like stair rods and although we had been in it for less than a minute we were both soaked to the skin. The fly sheet had a rod between the first two poles which was very useful for hanging wet clothes and this was used to full capacity as we stripped our wet things. Then we moved into the tent and I found a couple of towels. We were soon a bit drier but as we sat there in our under pants drying our hair I noticed that we were both dripping water from our pants.
I said “I’m afraid we can’t afford the nicety of being shy, and it’s a good job you’re the same size as me; I think I can find you something to wear”. I threw him a pair of shorts and slipped out of my wet pants. Without showing any hint of shyness he followed suit and we continued to dry our under parts. I couldn’t help staring at his crotch and he caught me. Somewhat embarrassed I said “I’m so sorry, red hair on the head is one thing but seeing it on other parts of the body sort of takes a bit of getting used to”.
He laughed and said “That’s ok I’m quite used to my red pubes being a source of intrigue, I’m often asked to give a demonstration”, and with that he straightened up and raised his arms so that all his red fur was on display. I said “That really is very nice but perhaps you’d better put it away now”, so he lowered his arms and got into the shorts I’d found for him. I found another pair of boxers and slipped into them.
The rain had caused the temperature to fall by a couple of degrees and the light breeze was making water evaporate from our damp skin and we both started to shiver. I grabbed my sleeping bag, un-zipped it all round, opened it out like a duvet and threw it over the pair of us. Then I looked him straight in the eye and said “This is a first for me you know, never before have I been in bed, in the nude with another guy whose name I don’t even know”. He laughed and said “Well we can put the last part right, I’m Tony”. I said “Hi Tony, I’m Joe” and we sat up and shook hands. Tony then started to thank me for rescuing him and I told him to think nothing of it as he would probably have done the same sort of thing if the situation had been reversed. Then I added “But now we have the time there’s something I want to ask you about”.
“From the moment I first saw you” I said “I’ve had this feeling that we’ve met before, but I can’t think when or where”. “I’ve been thinking the same thing” he said, and a smile which was just noticeable suddenly spread into a broad grin and he said “I’ve just realised what the occasion was; you play the organ, don’t you”? I nodded and he continued “About 5 years ago you played for one evening service at the church where I was head choir boy. The church was a different denomination from that which you were used to and I talked you through the proceedings half an hour before things kicked off”. In a flash it came to me and I could picture him as a young choir boy, red hair and freckle faced and I said “Got you, you were most helpful. I would probably have recognised you sooner, but in the nude you don’t look quite as angelic as you did while dressed in your cassock and surplus”. He laughed again and said “I don’t know why that should be, after all Michael Angelo painted his cherubs in the nude”. “I can’t think of a suitable reply to that” I said and he continued “Do you still play the organ”. I said “Yes, I still deputise for friends who want the odd weekend off, but I’m not expecting you to still be head choir boy”. “That finished about a year later” he said “when my voice began to break, then after a few months I had a bit of a run in with one of the priests and I left the church. In fact I’ve not been in a church since”.