Grins of anticipation flashed across our faces. As the sweat on our bodies began to slowly soak our clothes a sudden turn clung the wet fabric to our skin, the breeze from each others bodies sent quick waves of pungent sweat to our noses. We started at a steady jog, pounding in time along the vague but thin track, not knowing how private a place could be we kept on jogging.
Despite the forecast hot weather, despite the camp activities Xavier and me both quietly and quickly changed into shorts, runners and t-shirts and before anyone really noticed we'd shot off into the forest for a run. But this morning I was determined to get privacy. The shower block had other guys in it, the tents we were staying in were three man and occupied so reluctantly and horny I feel asleep early. Last night was a no go when we got back to the camp. Me and Xavier both began to stir our coffee's and exchange quick glances - the young guy wasn't an option but him and me could go OK. We just started to have another unabashed look at the rise when the young guys mate glanced across at us, I'm only 18 but I can kinda tell if a guys maybe gay but this guys face narrowed into a tight pissed off look of aggression. We'd both figured each other out on that level anyway. Both me and Xavier moved our bodies to subtly adjust our own growing erections. The guy then slid his hand casually down the front of his track pants, adjusted his dick but still the tenting was there. We both looked, looked at each other, blushed and looked back. I cropped haired young guy was slouched down in his booth and in the front of his track pants was a definite boner. When the guys went quite we noticed and glanced across. I noticed Xavier looking out the corner of his eye at them and when he caught me doing the same we both went red and tried to concentrate on the lousy coffee's we'd ordered.īut I couldn't and he was the same.
From their bags I could see they were about to go camping or had just packed up. Anyway, we were sitting in a booth in a cafe when we saw something that held both our interest.Īt an opposite table was a few young guys talking loud and throwing food. Me, I'm not that bad looking but I can tend to look over eager and anxious.
He had those easy good looks that dark skin gives, I'd almost say he was too pretty but not in a real feminine way. Like me he was late teens but whereas I'm fairly pale his skin was dark, I guess you wouldn't call him black but he wasn't white.
Five of us had gone into the local country town to get more bottled water and that's when I got to know Xavier, his family was from Madagascar (which is not a resort island near Spain) but he'd grown up here. From the moment me and everyone else chose their seat on the bus it was obvious we were all sticking with who and what we knew.īut last night, for me anyway, it changed. I'm sure he felt the anticipation of what might be coming, running to win and running to some privacy was a thought he must have also had.įor three days we'd been on this University Orientation camping trip, the idea was to get to know all the other first year economics students and try and break us out of the restricting attitude of the high schools and colleges we'd all just come from. Swerving off down into a gully Xavier suddenly tried to break away but with determination and a laugh I was soon close on his heels. He'd just broken a sweat me, I was dripping. All I could hear were our feet pounding heavily on the forest undergrowth as we ran, the iron like taste of my spit mixed with drops of sweat as they rolled into my mouth.