The Halfway Inn Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Halfway Inn Part 1

... guys who pretend they can't see that another blokes is handsome or whatever. I don't think it's gay to admit stuff like that." I nodded over at him, smiling past my toothbrush to let him know I agreed. He was pulling down his own trousers to reveal a lime green pair of boxer briefs which had crisp white piping around the fly and along the hems. His thin, limp penis was clearly defined within their roomy pouch, tucked between the paired bumps of his ample testicles. I wondered whether any of his travelling buddies had ever sucked away at that very prick in the quiet darkness of a lonely tent. Whether the large set of bollocks he was concealing had ever emptied their collective loads down such a companion's gagging throat, before sleeping bags had been zipped back up and backs had been turned against one another. He went on, "I mean, I'd rather you were my girlfriend standing there in her panties and bra. But just because you're another fella, it doesn't mean that I can't admire the view in a different way." I took the brush out of my mouth. "That's exactly how I feel, Pete," I said through a mouthful of foam. "I love having a woman in my life – Christ, I was married to one for over a decade – but I can appreciate that men can be attractive too." He nodded and stepped out of his trousers, turning towards his bed to fold them and prevent creases. His bum looked very appealing in his underwear: his cheeks were pleasantly round and the material between them had worked up deeply ...

... into his crack. I'd ogled his bum countless times through his cheap black trousers at work; every time I had cause to go to his office, I'd deliberately ask him to fish one of the files out from the bottom drawer for me. I loved watching his arse when he bent over, how the pert, round cheeks pressed outwards against the material and how the hem down the middle rode alluringly between them. It looked even better now in just his boxer briefs and I was determined to get an even closer look at it before the night was out. I finished brushing my teeth as he continued chatting. "I think all guys must feel like us, but they're just scared to admit it. They're worried people will think they're gay or something." I spat out the foam and rinsed my mouth. Then I said, "I don't worry about guys thinking I was gay. It wouldn't bother me at all. I can see the sexual appeal of men as well as women. If that makes me partly gay, then so be it." He smirked over at me. "Can you see the sexual appeal in me?" I smiled back, feeling even more pleased at the way the conversation was going. "Of course I can, Pete. You're a very attractive man. I'd have to be a fool not to see that." He smiled more broadly. He liked the compliment, and I felt a little guilty that it had mostly been a lie. I suddenly realised that with his big, dopey eyes and gormless grin, he reminded me of the large rodent-like creature from the film 'Ice Age'. Sid, I seemed to remember him being called. I walked back into the room, ...