I laughed a bit when I took notice of Bobby, he had forgotten to zip his pants all the way up. "If you leave the barn door open, something might run out" I said while pointing to his pants.
"Yeah, these pants don't like to stay zipped sometimes, but it's what I packed" Bobby said while zipping his pants back up.
We wandered out and about the town doing tourist stuff and just having a good time.
This was our first trip back to New Bern which is an interesting little coastal town, and we were excited to be back since the last time we were just teenagers staying with a friend and his parents. This time we could do whatever we wanted without having to nag boring parents about giving us rides everywhere.
Several times while walking around I caught Bobby rezipping his pants. Sometimes he'd adjust himself in the process. It was somewhat embarrassing how frequently he had to do it.
We had rented a moped for the week so that we could enjoy the warm weather, and I was the most comfortable with driving it. I will admit it lingered in my mind that chances were good that his open pants were pressed against my back for a lot of those rides. I don't know why I couldn't get it out of my head. I had never thought of Bobby like that.
About mid-day we did ditch the moped, it was getting hot and we had a car with AC back at the condo rental. But when we got there, we decided that since it was so hot we'd just go for a car ride down and catch the ferry out to the outer banks for some beach time.
On the ferry ride out the water was calm, the beach was nice, and we spent a long time building a sandcastle for no reason. From the crouched positions and his annoyingly loose zipper, I got a lot of glimpses directly into his pants and I can for sure say he was not wearing underwear.
This got me slightly hard for some reason, I still don't know why.
It was the ferry ride back where things changed. Winds had stirred up, the water was choppy, and the boat kept hitting large crests in the water which jostled us around on the bench seating of the ferry. There weren't handles or arm rests, so on one particularly large wave I reached over to grab Bobby's knee for balance.
He had shifted forward, and I missed my mark and ended up grabbing his thigh.
Unfortunately, his zipper had come undone and my hand slid on the smooth fabric of his pants, plunging my fingertips into his open zipper. I felt the warm silky skin of his nether region just on my fingertips. It was hot, silky smooth, a little damp for some reason, but most importantly it was firm and large.
I don't think he was hard or anything, it was just a large member. I always knew he was probably big based on his bulge, but now I could confirm. He was a monster down there. I couldn't tell much other than that, but that was enough to make me get half hard instantly.
I quickly pulled my fingers out of there and crossed my arms for the rest of the ferry ride. We didn't talk about it at all on our way back to the condo either. We weren't silent, we just didn't talk about that.
I was still thinking about it when we got back to the condo, and once I was alone I smelled my fingers a little wondering if it had actually happened. Unfortunately, my fingers just smelled normal, it had probably been too long.
Little did I know, but Bobby had immediately came back into the room after leaving, so he caught me sniffing my hand. "I can give you a better whiff if you want" he said as I froze.
