Same Time Next Week - Sex Stories

Same Time Next Week

... really hadn't wanted to hurt him.

"Hey, I asked for it," my friend reminded me. "You gave me what I needed." Before Beau could say anything else, he tripped over something on the darkened trail. Swearing under his breath, he struggled to keep his balance. I grabbed his hand, trying to steady him. Even after he assured me he was okay, I didn't let go.

We reached the parking lot without further trouble. Though we were no longer concealed by the trees, I had the wild urge to kiss Beau right there. Yet his stare drifted past me, and whatever he saw made him pull his hand from mine. Turning to see what had alarmed him, my eyes widened at the sight of a man and woman at the far end of the parking lot.

The woman was bent over the back of the car, her pants down around her ankles. From the way the man was positioned behind her, it was obvious they were fucking. The couple noticed us, too, for the woman turned her face away from me and Beau, while the man leaned forward in an attempt to cover her body with his own.

Neither Beau nor I moved; it was as if our panic had frozen us to the ...

... spot. The man spoke then, his voice low but firm. "Keep walking, fellas," he said. "We're here for the same reason you are."

The quiet acknowledgement his words held made me and Beau start moving again. "Have a good evening," Beau called to the couple. After he and I exited the park and started down the sidewalk toward our cars, I dared to look at him. I feared encountering that couple would make him skittish about meeting at the park in the future. Though I should have been plenty nervous about being caught, I knew it would soon be too cold to fuck in the woods at night. I wanted to seize this opportunity while it lasted.

Beau met my stare, and relief washed over me when he began laughing. "Out of all the nights, those two had to choose this one for a quick fuck at the park!"

I couldn't help but snort. "At least we don't have to worry about them ratting us out." We reached Beau's car first, and when I turned toward him, I dared to graze his fingers with mine. "Same time next week?" I whispered.

My friend gave me an affectionate smile. "Same time next week, Dennis," he whispered back.