night at the lake

Got distracted last time and never finished telling about Jonathan at the lake. Maybe I’m a perv for writing all this shit down but oh well, that’s the whole point of this blog.

Usually when I stay at Kelly’s I stay in the guest room, but this time the girls were sleeping there, and Stan was staying in Kelly’s room, so it was me and Jonathan in the basement. There’s a couch that folds out into a bed there, and also a regular couch, but it’s too small to stretch out on. We had one sleeping bag and some blankets, and since I won the coin toss I was gonna sleep on the bed while Jonathan slept on the couch with the sleeping bag….. but that’s not what ended up happening.

I told you we ended up drinking a lot that night because there’s this huge fridge full of booze in the garage. Kelly’s mom told us we could help ourself to the beers but to leave the harder stuff alone. His mom’s too cool. So we were already a little wasted when we went down to the dock to swim, and pretty soon Jonathan and Stan were roughhousing around drunkenly in the water. I joined in and even then I was thinking I could get a chance to touch Jonathan (I told you, I’m a perv). He’d been wearing just his board shorts the whole time we were drinking, and I’d been trying not to get caught checking out his body all night. He’s got a great body and a nice tan. He’s not muscular but he’s toned. The thing I like best about his body is that line on his hips, you know the one that leads down beneath your pants to your pubes and then your dick… Jonathan has a nice line there, and when he twists his torso around it really shows up, and also when he gets out of the water and his shorts are hanging down low…

Anyway, I kept grabbing him and trying to dunk him in the water, in fact me and Stan kind of ganged up on him, which made him angry, and he got up out of the water onto the dock and sat there and drank more beer, his chest was heaving and you could see the muscles in his abs standing out pretty well then.

When he got out of the water I felt guilty and started to swim away because he did seem like seriously angry. I’m afraid that maybe he figured out I wanted to touch him. The beer maybe made me get too carried away and I started worrying about whether I had grabbed him for too long or in the wrong places. I mean I wasn’t going for his crotch or anything but yeah… I don’t think he knew I wanted it. Stan was also being wild. Anyway he was drunk, and probably didn’t notice it too much even if I did do something wrong.

I was kind of worried (maybe I’m paranoid? My brain thinks too much, that’s why I need this blog) so I stayed mostly away from Jonathan for the rest of the night. It was late. Stan was already asleep snoring in front of the TV and Elizabeth had gone up to bed and Trish was flirting with Kelly out on the deck while he was rolling a joint, and I decided it was time for me to go to bed. Kelly started smoking last year and I’m not so into that. He’s told me before that I’m too uptight and it would help me relax. Maybe I’m just a pussy. But he always gets boring as hell when he smokes dope and I knew the night was already over for me. I was tired anyway. So I left them and Jonathan on the deck and went down to the basement and I could still hear Trish’s voice from outside because she’s really loud, and even though I thought I’d fall asleep right away, I couldn’t get settled on the fold out. And then I kept having to get up to piss.

I’d just gotten back in bed from a trip to the can when I heard Jonathan coming downstairs, and you could tell how drunk he was from the way it sounded when he was walking down. The room was pretty bright because of the moon, and I was still totally awake, but I didn’t say anything when he came in, and he didn’t even look at me. Maybe his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark. He was still wearing just his board shorts. But instead of going to the couch, he plops in bed next to me…. fuck!

I waited there a minute wondering what to do. I decided to just keep pretending I’m asleep. So I did that, trying to be real natural, and then I pretended to wake up and turn around and notice him for the first time. I said, Uh Jonathan? and I even nudged him but he was already passed out. So I looked under the blanket and guess what? He was totally naked. He took off his board shorts before he got in bed.

I don’t know if a straight guy would have moved to the couch at this point. Maybe a straight guy would have pushed him out of bed, or woken him up and kicked him out. I don’t think a straight guy would sleep with a naked dude, would he? Anyway, I just laid down on my back and pretended to be trying to fall asleep again, but now I was even less sleepy. Maybe gay of me… but whatever, I already admitted that!

Eventually I got too curious and lifted the blankets again. I’d never seen Jonathan naked but now I was seeing everything. It was pretty dark, but I could still make out his cock, it was soft and lying on his hip, pointing toward me. After a few minutes of pretending to be asleep again I nudged him harder, and said his name like three times. The last time really loudly. But he was definitely out cold. Totally wasted. So I pretended to be asleep again, but this time, my arm “accidentally” moved and my hand fell on his thigh. Woops. Then after a minute or two resting there it wasn’t comfortable enough so it moved up and my hand was on his cock. Woops again. Then my fingers squeezed his cock. Still soft, but it felt thick.

I just laid there thinking wow Travis you’re grabbing another guy’s cock… you are a gay pervert!

Then he moved around and I moved my hand away. I stayed on my side of the bed for the rest of the night, but couldn’t fall asleep until I’d jerked off. I did it quietly but I knew he was sleeping next to me and could have woken up at any moment and caught me, but I really couldn’t sleep until I’d done it.



4 thoughts on “night at the lake

  1. closetprofessor

    Great blog, Travis. You really remind me of what it was like when I was younger and totally closeted. You think everyone knows or will find out, when in fact, it’s the furthest thing from their mind.

    And yes, writing is hard, but the more you do it, the easier it gets. Also, it helps when your closeted to write down what your feeling, then at least your not alone.

    1. Travis Post author

      Thanks! And yeah you’re right, most of the times I think I’m just paranoid but sometimes I’m really not sure. Going to keep writing, hope you’re right and it gets easier

  2. jayinva

    Great story. I’ve done that exact thing a few times, never got caught, per se, but wound up having some good sex when it turned out that the other guy was just like me! A horny, gay pervert! HAHAHAHA

    Peace ❤

  3. kenn-do

    Dude. Hot story. And don’t worry every young gay dude has a similar story. I have def touched my really hot friend in his sleep too and squeezed his cock. And while playing water polo I’ve definitely grabbed someone’s cock in the whole rough housing mess too.


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