Gay Erotic Stories

When Jesse told me he was going to move at the end of school year I was crushed. He was my best friend and even if I never got to touch him I wanted him to stay because of that friendship. From then on I decided to spend as much time with him as possible from then on. At times I did know what to think of Jesse sometimes it seemed like he was purposely trying to touch me but at other times it didn't. It was during the month of March that it happened. It was a Saturday, I had invited him over and we had just finished our usual walking and boating along the creek and were walking back to my house shower and change into clean clothes (I live on a 25 acre farm with two creeks merging at pool forming the eastern border). Then he tripped on stone in the water. I caught him. For the first few seconds I didn't think much of it, we had both tripped and caught each other before, but this time was different. He held on to my arm longer than necessary and this caused me to get a major hard-on sticking up though thin shorts which I tried to hide. As we were nearing the bank something happened which I still consider divine luck. I was staring at his jet black hair and thin but cute body when he tripped again the next events happened so fast that I'm still not sure what happened.