We both live in Seattle, a city known full of enthusiasts for the outdoors (hiking, camping, paddle boarding). These are all fun; however, bouldering has been a stable for you for a while. You enjoy going to the climbing gym and working on your form and problem solving a climb. It's been your escape from the responsibilities of work and home life. You begin a climb, only to have it stump you. You stare at it with frustration. You notice my attempt at the same climb, but I don't fair any better. We make eye contact with one another and begin dialogue about this shitty route. We laugh and banter. You feel good being able to share in your love for climbing. You've always climbed alone because no one was ever interested or committed the way you have been. You eagerly offer up your number so you may have this interaction again. A new friendship has started.

We begin making it a routine to hang out with one another at the gym and eventually even grabbing a drink after work. Things seem casual and fun. You've never had a girlfriend who you could be this free with. It's relaxing. You discover that I am gay and in an open relationship while you've kind of been in a sexless relationship for sometime. You've never had a gay friend and while in the sauna, naked but with only towels to cover ourselves. You're kind of surprised that I haven't hit on you or made a move. You believe you're an attractive guy with facial hair and a nice muscular frame with chest hair. You haven't been interested in men in any capacity before, but seeing my cock over and over and with out comfort level, your mouth beings to salivate to give it a taste. It isn't a strong urge. Just a curiosity. You confuse yourself because you've known yourself as this straight masculine man, but now you want to try getting on your knees? It doesn't make sense and you shake the thought form your mind.

Another rock climbing session leads up back into the sauna to relax. It's a bit crowded tonight so we find a space in the corner and sit closely together. Our legs and feet end up touching. Your initial response is to jerk your leg away, but you notice I don't seem to move mine; following my lead, you leave your hairy leg touching mine. It feels quite nice to have physical closeness with your bro. Soon, the sauna is empty, but we are still touching. You should probably move away now...but you don't if anything... you begin to rub your foot against mine and feel my hand slip under your towel. You are hard, from another man's touch, not just anyone man though. You know you can explore here in this safe space and you just want to feel good. You want to be taken care of. We end our touching session short as someone begins to open the sauna door. We look at each other and smirk at the notion no one has any idea what just happened but us. You want to be touched again.

Days pass and things seem to be brushed under the rug like nothing happened. You don't dare talk about it because it would be admission to the fact that you liked it when I touched you. You're much too prideful for that. The only way you'd admit something like that is if it was fucked out of you. You begin to watch more physical touch from me, how can you achieve this?

We finished another climbing session together and you begin to notice some stiffness and aches in your back and feet. A massage would do you well. You meekly request if I'd be open to massaging your body. I question what would be in this for me? You enthusiastically reply I'd have full access to your entire body to make sure the rub down was good. How could I say no to such an offer when a straight man is offering himself to me?

This post is getting long now. Let me know if you want to know how I finish you off or better yet, come experience it yourself.