It had been a number of years since I'd seen Barry. After the divorce, he remained part of the family but more like a distant relative, not someone I'd see all the time. But we would see each other, he was after all the father of my sister's children, so he was around.
We never had the opportunity to repeat our night in the tent and I really, really wanted to despite what it might do to my sister, if she found out.
Eight years after our night in the tent, I was looking for a new place to live, and he heard about that through my nephew. He was just getting ready to move out of his house and contacted me to offer me first dibs on his place if I liked it. I arranged to head over there, have a few beers, watch a hockey game, and tour the place.
Of course, I wanted more than that, but I didn't say anything, just agreed to come over and tour the place.
When I got there, he gave me the tour. It was a nice three-bedroom home, fireplace on the main floor, He'd turned what had been the dining room into his TV room and we settled in there to watch the game.
His TV room consisted of a long bench sofa opposite a big screen TV. We sat down and had a few beers as we watched the game. I started to notice that, as I was lounging - half laying, half sitting on the sofa, that he kept scooting closer to me. Recalling our camping trip, I thought something was up, but he wasn't drunk this time, so I didn't want to push things just yet. I did, however, test the waters.
I got up and went to the bathroom, when I came back, my belt was one notch less than it had been, so my pants were loose and maybe my zipper wasn't all the way done up. He noticed and I caught him eyeing my crotch.
Interesting I thought. We had another beer and I got up to "pee" again. When I came back downstairs the pants were hanging a bit lower still and the zipper even lower.
I kept this up for about an hour, each time I came down I'd sit on the sofa and lean into him so that, after that hour, I was nearly resting my head in his lap. He was very fidgety, I could see he was anxious and trying to get his crotch under my face but not knowing how to proceed, just edging closer to me, as I edged closer to him.
We kept this up, but I decided if he wasn't going to act on this, then I'd be have to take matters in to my own hands. The hockey game was nearly over, so I stood up to leave and said "I'd better go". When I did Barry grabbed my hand.
We were both older than we'd been in that tent, but he had grown into his age, his body was still lean, and I knew, covered in a light brown fur. And I still wanted him. But I didn't want to play games, I wanted to fuck like bunnies and not use the "I was drunk" excuse.
When he grabbed my hand, I looked at him and he simply said, "Stay".
I looked into his hazel eyes (he has amazing eyes), and asked, "why exactly would I stay?"
He said, "I thought maybe you'd spend the night, you could sleep in my bed, with me, it'll be warmer that way".