“Alright, come here, son,” Mr. Bryant said with a wink.
He had me stand over the open harness that lay on the floor. I had to straddle my legs slightly as he bent down to slide it up around my waist. He pulled on different straps, clicked together buckles, and tugged on everything periodically to check how tight it was. His hands touched nearly every inch of my body between my hips and my upper thighs. He seemed to spend a longer amount of time around my ass and even adjusted the straps of the harness to perfectly cup my perky ass.
He walked around in front of me and said, “Alright, Drew. Lift your boys up before I tighten this final strap. It’s not a comfortable situation if you don’t.”
I reached down and grabbed my package which was already fuller than it should have been. The physical contact made it worse, and I desperately tried to imagine non-arousing thoughts. That proved impossible with Mr. Bryant’s massive frame and bulge in front of me. Not to mention, both of his hands were all over my lower half.
He secured the last strap and I dropped my package. I could feel the semi in the tight briefs below my shorts, but it surprisingly didn’t appear obvious. I looked up to see his eyes on me as I had been looking at my package intently.
“It’s not obvious, kid,” Mr. Bryant said with a reassuring smile. “Just try to relax.”
***
We climbed for a couple of hours. The instructor was busy with other groups so only checked in on us periodically. Mr. Bryant had some experience though, so he walked me through a lot of the basics. After getting my blood pumping and sweat pouring, I was able to fully focus on climbing.
My dick remained flaccid until the instructor told us he wanted Mr. Bryant and me to practice the buddy system. We were strapped to each other, not to the wall, and were told to climb a high section of wall above many soft mats.
As Mr. Bryant weighed more, he was to climb below me. We worked in tandem and got most of the way up the wall when suddenly, my foot slipped and I slid down the wall a few feet. Luckily, Mr. Bryant was directly below me and was able to put a hand up just as I found another hand grip.
My downward motion stopped abruptly and I quickly realized the palm of his hand was lodged in my taint with his wrist up against the backside of my balls. The fingers of his hand gripped the lower part of my ass cheeks. As I adjusted to try to put my feet into slots in the wall, one of his fingers slipped into my clothing-covered crack and pressed against my hole.
I moaned slightly and felt my body go weak. This only caused me to sink further onto Mr. Bryant’s hand. His finger applied more pressure to my now aching hole. Even being some 20 feet up in the air, ready to crash down at any moment, I felt my cock rising.
“Everything okay up there?” we heard the instructor yell from the ground below us.
“Yeah, we’re all good!” Mr. Bryant yelled back.
“Grab that green crimp above your head to the right, son. Then slide your feet across to those red ones,” Mr. Bryant instructed me as he continued to hold my taint and ass tightly with his large hand.
I did as he said and was finally supporting my own weight again. Mr. Bryant slowly removed his hand from my body, much to my disappointment.
We finished climbing to the top and safely rappelled down. My cock was obviously not flaccid as it stood out straight toward my hip. The instructor walked up to help me out of my harness while Mr. Bryant expertly freed himself. Panic set in as I realized the young guy would notice my erection.
“Damn, we got a born climber here. Turned on by the wall,” the instructor said with a laugh as he released the harness from my waist and it fell to the floor between my feet.
“That’s my boy!” Mr. Bryant said as he suddenly slapped my ass. It was a playful coach-like slap but I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.
The instructor walked away and we returned our equipment at the check-in desk which thankfully took some time. My cock had returned to its flaccid state by the time we reached the locker room. Mr. Bryant and I were covered head to toe with chalk.
“Sorry about getting your car dirty, Mr. Bryant,” I said looking down at my legs and hands covered in the white powder.
“Oh, you’re not getting in my car like that,” he said with a laugh.
He pulled out his duffle bag from the locker, put out two sets of clean clothes, and said, “Chris always thinks he can get away with not showering too so I always come prepared. I let him into my car once and never again…had to clean the damn thing like three times to get all of the chalk out.”
Mr. Bryant then stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt to reveal his incredible upper body. He moved to his shorts next and swiftly pushed the waistband down and stepped out of them. He stood up completely naked with his large, soft cock slowly readjusting to the sudden lack of restriction.
I stared for longer than I should have but I couldn’t look away. I wanted nothing more than for him to slam me up against one of the lockers and shove his entire length inside of me.
I was brought out of my fantasy world when I heard him say, “Drew…buddy! Let’s go kid. Get those clothes off.”
Mr. Bryant turned to grab two towels from the shelf nearby and I stared at his muscular, hairy ass as I slowly slid my clothes off. He turned back around and said, “Alright, let’s hit the showers.”
He walked past me and I followed him into an area with cubicle-type showers. There were eight of them with four on each side of a narrow walkway. I could hear water running and knew not all of them were empty but the first two were. Mr. Bryant placed our towels on each of the hooks outside of the showers.
I walked into the shower cubicle and turned to shut the curtain only to realize there wasn’t one. Mr. Bryant was directly across from me and had started the water in his shower. It flowed down his incredible frame and off his meaty cock. He was turned to the side so I had a great view.
He eventually looked up after putting shampoo in his hair and saw me blatantly staring at him. “Come on, son. Wash up.”
I turned my back to him to turn on the water and immediately soaped my body from head to toe. I spent a fair amount of time bent over scrubbing my legs which were caked in chalk. I stood up and turned around to rinse. Mr. Bryant had clearly been staring at my ass and he had a dazed look for a brief second.
But as I turned around, my semi-hard cock and balls entered his view which caused him to suddenly clear his throat and turn back into his shower.
My cock kept rising at the thought of him checking out my ass. I was proud of it and many men had enjoyed it over the previous year while I was in college. I decided to turn back and face the wall. I made sure to stand so that water flowed down my back and into my smooth ass crack.
I reached back and spread my cheeks slightly to allow the water to run in between and rinse the soap out. But what I really wanted was for Mr. Bryant to see my tight hole.
Looking over my shoulder, I could see his mouth slightly agape. He was very lightly tugging at his large cock, and it looked a little fuller than before. It was hard to tell because it didn’t grow much from soft to hard. I bent over slightly as I continued to spread my ass. I gave him the most unobstructed view of my hole as possible.