Gay Erotic Stories

Anyway, time for the next instalment.

This event takes place when I was about 18 or 19, and my brother was about 20. Dad was a little way off his Fortieth birthday – and it was a birthday which he was dreading. I don’t know why – I’m heading towards there now, and not dreading it at all. I suppose that in this day and age being 40 is nothing special, “the new 30” or something. Anyway, dad was dreading it, and wanted to prove that he wasn’t over the hill at all.

To look at him you would have not put him anywhere near his age, and you would probably put him not much older than 30. He looked after himself, had a physical job, ate well and didn’t drink too much. When we palled about together as a family people often thought that we were mates rather than father and sons.

He decided that while he was still in his 30s we ought to go away for a lad’s weekend of camping, hiking and rock-climbing. My Uncle Dave was to be invited, as were one of my brother Mark’s mates and my girlfriend’s dad, both of whom my dad got along with well. Dad’s mate Steve was also invited along, so that made seven of us.

A date was fixed, and Dad rang round to make some bookings with campsites and rockclimbing centres. It almost came to nothing as most places refused to accept a booking from such a large group of men – I don’t know what they expected, but none of us were rowdy or drunken louts. Thankfully Steve came up trumps – his cousin in Wales owned an old farm with a barn which he was in the process of turning in to a holiday let, and Steve managed to get it at a very good price for us.

When we got there mid-afternoon on the Friday, we realised why it was such a good price. It seems that the money to convert it had run out sometime just after the toilets and showers had been installed. His cousin had furnished and carpeted it for us, but it was clear that there was still a great way to go. Still, it did for us. There was a large main room with an open fire and a few settees, and breakfast bar dividing it from the kitchen (I say kitchen, but I really mean a sink in one corner, a cooker and a few tables. Unfinished doesn’t cover it). Above the kitchen, and accessed by a sturdy oak staircase, was “the bedroom area”. I’m sure it was going to be very nice when it was finished, but at the moment it was a space with not much more than a few uprights to indicate where, God willing, there would one day be walls. Still the bathroom and toilets were closed off.

“It’s a building site” said Mike, my girlfriend Alison’s dad, with a note of disappointment in his voice. My own dad was determined not to let anything spoil the weekend, and as he worked in builder’s yard, and as I was an apprentice to a carpenter/builder, neither of us were particularly bothered.

Steve’s cousin, who was showing us round, explained all the problems he was having. We told him that it didn’t matter, but he must have felt a bit embarrassed because his wife had sent over a freshly baked apple pie for us as a sweetner.

Me and Mark, and Jay (Mark’s mate) were all busy unloading the cars, and as the sun was beating down both me and Mark had stripped our shirts off. Dad was stood chatting to Steve’s cousin in a pair of faded jeans and a string tank which was scooped just below his nipples, and Uncle Dave was just wearing a pair of cargo shorts. There was already a lot of flesh on show, and all of it was muscular and tanned.

On the way in with some bags I just caught the end of a conversation where Steve’s cousin was saying that Steve had asked whether the barn was overlooked when he was making arrangements. “There is only me and the wife here at the weekend, and the fields around don’t have much movement in them. We are three miles to the nearest house, and another mile beyond that is the nearest shop. You should be quiet and peaceful while you’re here”. “Well, “ said dad, “the thing is, one or two of us like to relax, and find it hard to relax with too many clothes on. Would it freak you out if you caught a glimpse of us enjoying the sun as nature intended?”.

Steve’s cousin (I never could remember his name) then glanced round and noticed for the first time how much flesh was on display. By this time Jay had removed his shirt too, so it was only Alison’s dad and Steve who were fully clothed. “Naturism? Well it doesn’t bother me” he said, “but I’ll check whether the wife is cool with it. Only, don’t freak the postman out – he’ll be here around lunchtime tomorrow, and he’s some sort of preacher at the local chapel.”

After we had done some unpacking and got the beer crate in we set about with dinner – mum had very kindly sent us off with a big pot of stew that just needed heating up and a pile of crusty bread, so that first meal was pretty much sorted. The table was big enough for us all to sit round, and after we had eaten we all stayed sat there chatting, drinking beer and planning the activities for the next day.

By this point everyone apart from Alison’s dad was starkers, so when a knock came on the door we made him answer it. It was the owner’s wife on some spurious errand to check up on towels or something… I’m pretty sure she was hoping to see some flesh, as she was a little disappointed to have the door answered by someone actually wearing clothes. “You can come in and check the towels if want, “ said Alison’s dad, “but they’re not decent”. “Oh, that doesn’t bother me!” she replied before sweeping in.

Being naked in front of strangers, even strange women, was nothing out of the ordinary, so without thinking dad got up to talk to her about some setting on the oven that he couldn’t work out or something, and Mark wandered over to load the sink with pots from dinner. I thought she was going to have a heart attack, or at the very least go blind from all the effort trying to see everything on show!

I think that the only person even slightly uncomfortable was Steve, but then being stared at by your cousin’s wife while you’re naked and relaxed is not something that happens every day. Steve enjoyed spending time with our family, because he enjoyed the freedom, but I knew that his wife did not really approve. I hope that his cousin’s wife didn’t let on.

She didn’t stay too long, and soon after that we all started drifting off to bed. We’d drawn lots earlier, and divided the bedrooms up. Me and Mark were sharing a double bed, with Jay in a sleeping bag on the floor (he didn’t want to share the bed even though I offered), Dad and Uncle Dave shared the other double bed in another room and Steve and Alison’s dad had single beds in the other room. Of course the lack of walls meant that we were effectively all in the same room, but never mind. All of us except Alison's dad were naked, only he wore pyjamas.

We all slept well, but it was a long time since I’d shared a bed with anyone but Alison. During the night I put my hand out to feel Alison, and of course I felt Mark instead. My hand had connected with his nutsack, but I wasn’t aware of what I was doing in my half-sleep… I couldn’t work out what I was touching at first, it felt odd, and as I was coming round I realised that if felt odd because Mark had recently started shaving his nuts. I snatched my hand away, and went back to sleep hoping that Mark hadn’t noticed, but in the bathroom next morning he handed me a razor and said, “If you liked it, try it” and winked at me.

Of course these days I shave a lot more than just my nutsack, but I certainly wasn’t going to try it there and then with my girlfriend’s dad about to walk in any moment. Not really the image you want your future father-in-law to have of you!

I’ll tell you more about the weekend soon.