I know there was an issue with the posting of Chapter 5. I have sent in a new version to replace the old. So if you want to read the chapter in its entirety, then it should be posted by now. I do apologize for the confusion.
And I had to laugh, I received more e-mails than ever before about the story, because there was a problem with Chapter 5. Thank you to all of you that are enjoying the story.
Now on to Chapter 6
Chapter 6
After I got up, I headed to the bathroom, and splashed water on my face. I stood there looking at my skinny naked form in the mirror, and my dick that was pointing at the ceiling. Didn't it ever go down any more?
My stomach rumbled, and I realized I was starving. I found my shorts and stuff, and got dressed. Then I grabbed my keys and made sure I had my wallet. I drove over to a fast food place, and ordered something to eat.
As I was exiting through the parking lot, there were two guys who seemed to be drunk, standing next to their car, and pissing on the ground. They were laughing away, and taking turns spraying the car.
I almost ran into a lamp post, as I kept watching them. I stopped just in time, backed up, and after one more look at the two guys, now standing with their dicks hanging out, put it in drive and headed home.
All the way home, I nibbled on the food. Once there, I took the bag to the living room and turned on the TV. As I ate, I flipped through channels, but nothing seemed to hold my attention.
After putting all the trash into the sack, and wiping my fingers on the napkin, I decided to try and get some sleep. When I closed my eyes all I saw were images of Jeff.
I couldn't fall asleep, so I went and surfed porn on my computer. I even found a chat room where a guy was sitting naked at his computer taking instructions from the viewers. Nothing was pushing any of my buttons.
I tried the soft porn that Jeff had been watching, but that didn't do anything for me. All I wanted was Jeff, but I had no idea how to proceed with finding out if it was something he wanted. And I have no idea what to do with a guy, if he was into man to man sex. Or would he even consider having sex with me, if he was into men.
Or was it still some elaborate prank to humiliate me or worse, to out me to my friends and family? That paranoia that was always lurking in my mind couldn't help but make its presence known. That made me panic.
I took a hot shower and wondered what it would be like to shower with Jeff. Would it be worth being humiliated or outed, just to shower with him. Panic washed over me again and I had to turn up the temp to stop my body from shivering.
Finally, back in bed and after a lot of tossing and turning, I drifted off to sleep. The dreams I had that night didn't stick with me, nor did they force me out of sleep.
When I got up that morning, I was still groggy; I hadn't gotten a good rest. Then it hit me that Jeff was supposed to come over tonight, and I was supposed to make dinner. From my computer, I sent a note to my boss saying that I was still not feeling well, and could I please have the day off.
He wrote back and said, `yes,' but reminded me that I needed to get in and get the report site done before taking Friday off. I assured him I could do that.
Peeking through the windows, I saw Jeff walking around his house, naked, of course. I started to sit down to watch, but fought the urge. I had to get the house cleaned up and stuff ready for dinner.
After gathering all the clothes scattered throughout the house, I started the washing machine, going from room to room, straightening and cleaning; I wore shorts and a t-shirt as I did this. I thought about doing it naked, as Jeff did, but didn't want to get distracted.
Once I loaded the clothes into the dryer, cleaned the lint trap, and started it, I gathered up my keys and wallet and headed out to the store.
The menu would be spaghetti, salad, French bread, and dessert. I pondered dessert. The strawberries looked good, so I bought some, plus some angel food cake, and whipped cream.
Back at the house, I got the sauce going, spread garlic butter on the bread and wrapped it in foil; then I washed and prepared all the ingredients for the salad. As I cleaned and cut the strawberries, I got to thinking about where I would like to lick whip cream off of Jeff. I could see a dollop of it in his navel, and me sucking it out.
What about a stripe along the length of his hard dick? I shook my head and adjusted my dick; I needed to stay focused. When the strawberries were ready, I set the table and cleaned up the kitchen.
I went through the house and closed all the curtains on windows that faced his house. It wouldn't be good if he knew how open and visible he was from my house, not if I wanted to continue watching him and drooling over him.
On my third or fourth pass through the house, I saw the bottle of lube. I grabbed it and hid it behind books in the office.
With fresh towels in the bathroom, a scrubbed toilet, sink, and bathtub, I put clean sheets on my bed, and wondered if I was subconsciously thinking he was going to spend the night? Or was it just a wish?
By the time I finished, I needed a shower myself. I took an older towel and headed into the bathroom. As I soaped up myself, I wondered what Jeff would look like if he was here in the shower with me. My dick came to attention quickly.
I resisted jerking off, and turned on the cold water to cool me off. After turning the water off, I was shivering, as I reached for the towel and dried myself. I tried not to spend too much time on my crotch.
I dressed casually, but put on briefs under my shorts, though I did stay barefoot; so I was just wearing my briefs, shorts, and t-shirt.
I went through the house again, and double-checked everything. In the kitchen, I got the salad all together, covered it with a wet paper towel, and put it in the fridge. Once I had the water for pasta going, I thought that I should have gotten some wine. I checked the pantry, and found nothing there.
After debating for a minute, I called Jeff. "Hello!" he said, in a very excited, happy voice.
"Hey, Jeff, it's Paul," I said.
"Yeah, I know. I have caller ID on my phone," he chuckled.
"Say, do you have any wine?" Then I added, "Do you drink wine?"
"Yes, and yes," he said, and again there was humor in his voice. "What type do you need? Or what are we having for dinner?"
"Red, Italian," I managed. Why did he have this effect on me?
"Hmmm, I once knew a red-headed Italian in high school. Do you know that even his pubes were red?" He laughed at my pause. "Yeah, I have some Chianti here that's pretty good. I'll bring it over. Are you ready for me to pop over?"
I imagined him standing in his house, naked, absently scratching his crotch. "Hello? Earth to Paul?"
"Uhm, yeah, all set," I said, adjusting my stiffening cock.
"You sound really enthusiastic," he said with laughter.
"No, sorry, yes; I am all set; please come on over." Damn, I felt stupid!
"Okay, let me put on some clothes, and I'll be right over." The image of him naked flashed like a neon sign in my mind. How about I just tell him to forget the clothes!"
I heard the disconnect, sat down my phone, adjusted myself again, and headed for the door. Moments later, he knocked, and I greeted him. "Come on in, neighbor," I said, holding the door wide open.
He was dressed in cargo shorts, a newer looking t-shirt, and sandals. He held up the wine. "Is this okay?"
"If you say so, then it must be," I said, determined to not play the fool tonight, or let anything he said or did get to me. "I don't know a lot about wine, except I like to drink the ones I like."
He laughed, and said, "Let's hope you like this one then. How about I open it for us, and you can taste it."
"Okay, here's the opener, and let me get the pasta on while you do that." I busied myself adding the pasta to the pot of boiling water, getting the salad out of the fridge, adding dressing, and tossing it.
He handed me a glass, and I took a sip. "Nice; not too, you know, mouth puckering."
Laughing, he said, "I know what you mean. It's called tannic acid. It's in most wines, and, depending on how much is in the wine, it determines how much your mouth will pucker."
I drained the pasta, put it in a bowl, and added the sauce and some parmesan cheese. Once I had everything on the table, I asked him to sit down.
We were passing food around, when I said, "Shit!" I jumped up.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Forgot the bread in the oven." I got out the bread, turned off the oven, unwrapped the bread, and put it in a basket.
"Smells great!" he said, as I put the bread on the table. I hoped he liked everything.
During dinner, I asked him about wines, and he told me how he had spent some time in the Napa Valley, and had picked up some bits and pieces about wine. He didn't come across as a wine snob; just a guy interested in something and getting to know more about it. He had seconds on everything, and seemed to really enjoy the food, complimenting me several times on how great it tasted.
After dinner, he offered to do the dishes. I said, `no.' He insisted, so I let him help me load the stuff into the dishwasher, not that there was a lot. I put away the food, while he rinsed and loaded.
Afterwards, I put slices of cake on a plate, piled strawberries on it, and then sprayed whipped cream on the topping. "Hey, you got some on you," he said.
He reached over, grabbed a towel, and began wiping the front of my pants. "Thanks, that's fine," I said, panicked that he was going to provoke a reaction from me by rubbing my crotch.
He laughed, took his dessert, and followed me into my living room. He asked me about high school and college; I guess he was trying to figure out the lack of experiences part I had put in the e-mail.
"So did you have a girlfriend and lose your virginity on prom night?" he asked, with a smile on his face, as he forked in some dessert.
"Ah, no," I said. "I didn't go to prom; and my 'girlfriend' (I even used my fingers to make the quotes) wasn't much of a girlfriend," I said, as calmly as I could.
"That's a bummer," he said, and I was surprised that there wasn't some other remark accompanying it, like "so she didn't put out?"
"Yeah, so not much experience there," I said, blushing. I couldn't believe I was being so open and honest with him.
"High school can be a bitch for some people. So did college get any better? Girls banging on your door to get banged?" he laughed.
"Hardly," I said. "Not many are interested in the nerdy, skinny, computer geek."
"Now, don't put yourself down. I told you that you are cute, and I meant it. Surely, someone found you attractive?" Why did he switch from women to someone?
"No, and don't call me Shirley!" He roared, laughing at my quote.
Softly, he said, "So, really getting personal here, and I am sorry, and you don't have to answer, but does that mean you are still a virgin?"
I blushed, and thought about how to answer that. If I didn't answer it, then he would know I was a virgin. If I said I wasn't a virgin, he would probably think I was lying, and know I was a virgin; or I could just say, "Yeah, I guess so," which I did.
"Hey, dude, that's rough. I understand a little bit better as to some of your shyness, and your responses to some of my crude comments." He smiled and gently said, "We'll have to see if we can't remedy that. If you want to, that is." He looked at me questioningly.
"Jeff, thanks for not making me feel like a jerk when I told you that. Yeah, I would like to remedy that some time; but, it just doesn't look like it is going to happen any time soon." Why had I decided to be so open to him?
"Okay, enough said," he replied, and we took the dessert dishes to the kitchen, rinsed them, and added them to the dishwasher.
"Hey, let's go work on that list of things for the camping trip." I nodded, and led him down the hall to my computer room. I turned on the lights, brought the computer out of sleep mode, and pulled up a chair for him.
I brought up a spreadsheet, and said, "Okay, where do you want to start?" I had my hand poised over the keyboard.
"Okay, how about food?" So I typed in food at the top of the column. He began rattling off food items, and asking if I liked this or that. I was typing away, easily keeping up with him, as he spouted off the items.
"Great! Print out the list and I'll pick up the stuff tomorrow, when I go to the store," he said, enthusiastically, when we finished the list.
"You have to let me pay for part of that," I said.
"Nope, consider it my treat," he smiled.
"Okay, then I'll pay for gas," I insisted.
"If you insist. We'll take my truck. It will hold everything better. Okay, now let's make a list of gear."
Again, I was typing away, as he went through everything we would need . . . things like propane, dishes, eating utensils, and towels. He said he had all the stuff, and would get his propane tank filled tomorrow, as well. He held up his hand, "My treat," before I could say anything else.
Then it was personal items. Toothpaste, medicine, sun screen, insect repellant, pants, socks, and shoes. "How are those boots working out for you?" he asked; I really hadn't had a chance to wear them much.
"Fine," I said, and thought I would have to wear them to work tomorrow to get some time in them.
"Underwear," I said.
He said, "None needed." He saw the look on my face. "Too binding, and you end up getting heat rash in all the wrong places."
"Swimsuit," I said.
He laughed again, and said, "None needed. We will be skinny dipping. Can't go swimming in a lake in the middle of the wilderness in a bathing suit."
My mind went to images of the two of us naked in the water. That would be way too hot!
"Really, you won't need many clothes. It's all going to get dirty anyway. So the pair of shorts I gave you, some t-shirts, socks, the boots I gave you, a hat, and a long-sleeve shirt or light coat, if it gets cool at night."
He reached over and slapped my thigh. "Besides, I am going to see if I can't get you to run around naked with me while we are there." He smiled, and squeezed my thigh.
I blushed a bit, and said, "We'll have to see about that."
He laughed, "Well, that's better than a `no!'"
So, with our lists done and printed, we stood up to move back to the living room. He moved to the window, pulled back the drapes. "Hey, you can see into my living room from here, if you opened these drapes."
"Huh. I hadn't noticed. I have always kept the drapes closed," I managed to lie.
He gave a hearty laugh, and said, "You just don't want anyone to see what you do while you are surfing the web." At least he hadn't said spanking the monkey this time.
My ears heated up, and he clapped me on the back, and said, "Just kidding, Paul. You probably aren't into all the porn surfing."
I remained silent. He looked at me in the eyes, and then said, "Okay, not going there."
Back in the living room, he discussed when we would leave on Friday morning; "the earlier the better;" where we would stop for gas, and what we would see along the way.
He certainly seemed excited about the trip, and I couldn't help being excited as well. I still had some trepidation about being with him for three days, and him saying he was going to be naked the entire time. If I went naked, wouldn't I be sporting wood the entire time?
"Okay, thanks for the great dinner, friendship, discussions, and all. Let's get together tomorrow night, and get everything packed up so we can get an early start Friday morning."
For some reason, he shook my hand at the door. "This is going to be fun!" It made me think that he thought of me as an equal. I couldn't remember a time when I felt that anyone thought of me as an equal.
For some reason, that night I wasn't plagued with sexual dreams of Jeff, or at least I didn't remember any the next morning. I got up at a decent time, had a normal shower, and morning routine. I got coffee, granola and a banana, and started the dishwasher before leaving.
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There are a total of 9 chapters to this story, thank you all for your patience as they are posted and I hope you continue to enjoy it all the way through to the end of chapter 9.