My hands reached for the metal zipper on his pants.

I knew he was gay from the moment I saw him.

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The fresh air felt amazing. The recycled air in my office building always felt so repressive and stale. It was great to be able to leave civilization for a while and enjoy the great outdoors. At least, that’s what it felt like to me. My hiking buddy didn’t seem to have the same appreciation for the great outdoors. He was a new member to the office and a strikingly handsome one at that.

“You okay over there?” I asked as I nudged his side.

The brown-haired, green-eyed Sam gave me a sideways glance. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just-” He adjusted the day pack on his back. “I’m tired and uncomfortable.”

I grinned. “Here,” I offered. “You have your backpack synched up wrong.” I pulled him off the trail, into a small clearing behind a thin veil of trees. I made my way behind him and eyed his physique as I reached up and pulled his bag up in the air. I held it up so that the top of his pack was parallel to his shoulder blades. “Synch up the shoulder straps,” I ordered. He did as he was told — like a good boy — and pulled on the straps. The bag stayed in place, taut against his back. I walked around to face him. My hands went to work on the hip strap that wrapped around his lower abdomen. My fingers traced the strap that went around his hips. I tugged on the free end and pulled it taut. He jerked forward, almost falling on top of me but stopped short.

I could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. My head turned to him, and my lips grazed his soft cheeks, which were flushed from the hike. His skin felt cold to the touch. “You don’t really like hiking, do you?” I asked.

He swallowed. “Not really.”
I chuckled softly. “Then why did you agree to come with?”

“Because I like you. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when you like people? You do what they want to do? This is my first….” His voice faded as the words came out of his mouth. Word around the office was that he had just come out of the closet and that’s why he had started a new job. Our co-workers had pushed us together because they thought that I could help welcome him into the fold — so to speak.

“Well,” I said. “If you don’t like hiking, I have another physical activity in mind, that might get your heart rate up.” My hand reached for his hip strap and my fingers wrapped around the buckle closure. With a quick squeeze, he was free. I hoped that it would take more than a squeeze for him to have more of a release. I slipped the daypack off of his shoulders. “You’re not going to need this….”
A hot breath escaped his lungs as my hands reached for the metal zipper on his pants.

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