We’d been hiking for a good hour before the rain started - slowly at first, then a torrent. There was what looked like a nature center or an old state park office up ahead so we ran for that.
“Fuck man, guess they were right,” Brian said, referring to our girlfriends who’d stayed behind in our tents rather than risk getting rained out on a hike.
“They won’t let us forget it, either,” I said and we hopped up the steps and got beneath a doorway.
“This place looks abandoned,” Brian said. He tried the door behind us but it was locked. The rain just kept coming and we got tired of crouching under the doorway so we started exploring the exterior of the building, getting wetter in the process but it didn’t much matter cause we were soaked already.
“It actually feels kinda good,” Brian said, hopping up on a ledge. He put his head back and let the rain wash over him. His wet clothes clung to his fit body. I don’t know when I started getting these unnatural feelings toward Brian but for some reason, on this camping trip, they’d reached a fever pitch.
I tried another door and it opened. “Oh wow,” I said. Brian followed me inside what was indeed an abandoned nature center with a large desk in the center of the front room, flora and fauna posters on the wall, and offices in the back.
“Least we can dry off a little,” Brian said. He took off his shirt and wrung it out on the floor. I did the same, stealing glances at his hairy chest, and when he removed his shoes and shorts I followed suit. “I’m soaked all the way through,” he said, and indeed his tighty whities were transparent. This was almost too much, but I stayed cool as he took those off, too. “Might as well hang out naked, right? Not like anybody’s coming around.” I laughed, took a good look at his fat, hairy cock, and stripped my underwear off, too.
We laid our wet clothes out on the desk and went back outside. “Whoo hoo!” Brian screamed, and ran along the deck. It was such a thrill, being naked in the rain. I felt as free and uninhibited as I ever have, and it made sense that it would be like this with Brian. From the time we’d skinny-dipped in the reservoir to the times we’d jacked off with each other in his mom’s basement, I never once felt judged around him.
So why not ask him if he’d want to fool around? I couldn’t imagine him getting angry or upset - it wasn’t his style. His brother was gay, after all. It was the right time, the right moment. I waited until we went back inside the building. I tried to work up the courage.
“We’re both shivering,” I said.
“Let’s get close and stay warm,” Brian said, and with a glimmer in his eye he pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around my back. He pressed his wet, hairy chest against mine. Our cocks touched. “Mmm,” he said, pulling me in closer, and I felt his cock move a little. That made me start to chub up. Maybe I don’t have to say anything at all, I thought as he looked up at me. Maybe we’re on exactly the same page.
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