I had just moved there, out on the edge of town, in the country. It was just a small place and I had this urge to just be surrounded by some peace and quiet, and basically just get away on my own. It was late spring, the weather was warming and everything was becoming green. That morning I decided to go out for a walk and look around. Feeling careless, I went barefoot. This wasn't something that I was at all used to doing, but I was feeling uninhibited, I guess. So I had on a t-shirt and faded jeans, cuffed up once above the ankle, and I went out.
It was really pleasant and I walked along and came to this other small house, and I saw a guy about my age. He was doing something with some flower pots on his front porch. I probably wouldn't have stopped or said anything, but I noticed that he was barefoot, too. So, I stopped and said hello, and he smiled and said hello back, and he recognized me from just having moved in. We got to talking and he invited me in for coffee. So he poured us each a mug and we stood at the counter having a sip, and talking ome more. It turned out that we both liked books and reading, and had the same taste. As we stood at the counter, there was this kind of intriguing rapport between the two of us. It was difficult to describe, sort of an instant liking, I suppose. Like I said, it was intriguing, and we could tell that we both felt it.
He said how he had lived out that way for about a year now, having moved there for pretty the same reason that I had, to get away from the city and enjoy some peace and quiet, and he mentioned how it was nice having a frined. I told him that it was nice having a friend, too. We didn't even know each other, but there was this mutual attraction that was quite nice and very inviting. We were both as little self-conscious about this, yet at the same time we were willing to be encouraging of it, too. Enough to be open towards it. The subject of realtionships came up, and neither of us had a girlfriend right then, and we admitted that it would probably be nice but how it was also a lot of trouble becoming all involved. Then we looked at one another, and there was this appealing chemistry and for some reason it semed ok to be friendly. More than we might have otherwise been. I was leaning, with one hand on the counter, and he put his hand on my arm. It was hardly a big deal, yet it was significant. We could both tell. The next thing that we were doing, was leaning close, closing our eyes, and putting our lips together. It was so easy to do, and felt so nice.
We could tell that we were both a little surprised and not quite sure what to think. Then we went ahead and kissed again, letting our lips slowly work together, It felt so incredibly romantic doing that together as guys, and right then we just went with that. Neither of us had any objections. It was just so nice.
We embraced and kissed. Then we said something about how nice it would be to be in bed together. We went into his bedroom and undressed and stretched out naked in each other's arms and continued kissing. We began touching and caressing and we both achieved an erection that was wonderful to have. We laid there and just enjoyed the closeness and love for the next hour, and as a part of it I ended up having anal intercourse with him. It was so unbelievably satisfying. Of course, and even without being gay, we knew that we were going to have a great frinedship, and we have now for almost two years.