under Trent, being fucked by Trent, and of self-disgust at having these feelings and a horror of what sort of edge I was walking along here.

I had to get away. I had to think and reason this out. And, I had to fight with my instincts, fight not to go over that edge. The edge scared me. My whole life would change if I went over that edge. I couldn’t just walk into our room and tell my roommate I wanted him to fuck me, could I? And, then what, even if I did? I had no idea what to do and how it would feel. I just knew that when I saw those two together just now, I ached to be the man writhing under Trent.

I needed to get away to some place entirely not here. I needed to think this out. I turned the key in the ignition and drove away from the university toward the outskirts of the college town. There was a historical house on a hill overlooking the town, and it had a mile-long hiking trail up to it in a national park area from the bottom, where there was a parking lot. I woke up from something of a trance to find myself parked in that lot. I’d never visited the historical house, and I knew I could use the hike up through the woods to it, so I got out of the car and started walking. I was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and good sturdy running shoes, as I had intended on going to the gym after class; I hoped they’d let me in to the house tour. However, I was a college student, so I guess they’d become accustomed to young guys dressed like this.

I couldn’t get the image of Trent so closely and intimately fucking that other guy out of my mind as I hiked up the hill, and it was giving me a raging hard on. About half way up the hill, I slipped off the trail and far enough into the woods where I couldn’t be seen from the trail. I leaned up against a tree and pulled my cock out over my waistband and began stroking myself off. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Trent’s lovely cock entering me and pumping me. But the image had no sensation to it, and I was cooling off. My cock was not engorging; this wasn’t giving me any relief or release. I thought I heard a sound nearby in the underbrush, and I quickly pushed my cock back inside my shorts and turned back to the trail. The frustration was absorbing me. I didn’t want to cross the edge, but I wanted Trent to fuck me. The idea of that was driving me wild, but I was numb from having absolutely no experience in what males did with males.

Two thirds of the way up the trail, I heard a noise behind me and turned to see that there was a man in khaki uniform and a wide-brimmed hat pacing my walk up the mountain. As I turned, he took his hat off and wiped his arm across his face and then put the hat back on. He was tall, thin, and sinewy looking, with powerful-looking arms. He had a buzz cut, and my first impression was of a former marine who kept up with his routine. He kept his pace gauged to mine, and he didn’t pass me by until I reached the building where you bought