Andy sudden;y heard the sound of an engine and a jeep rolling over rough terrain. He got to his feet and shielded his eyes. One of the jeeps was coming back towards the him. He started waving his hands over his head, which luckily the driver seemed to see and turned his way.
The driver stopped the jeep and one of the guides hopped out, looking Andy up and down. "Umm.." The man looked away. "Doing okay, are your clothes?"
Andy looked down, only now remembering he was standing in just a pair of tight black boxers. "Sorry.. I was trying to cool off in the water." Andy quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. It hugged him tighter than he was used to, and the feeling of his hair rubbing the inside of the garment felt strange. But he didn't have time to think about it as he tried getting his pants back on. They were even more uncomfortably tight, feeling like a pair of skinny jeans. He finally got them buttoned with a sigh and walked over to the jeep. "Sorry, thanks for coming back for me."
The guide climbed into the back of the jeep along with Andy, as the driver started the jeep and headed off back the way it came from. "Well, losing a guest would be bad for business." The guide pulled out a first aid kit and started checking Andy over, applying antibacterial ointment to a few cuts, but otherwise seeming satisfied. "A little dehydrated, but you should be fine. No sign of sunstroke." He popped open a cooler in the back of the jeep and handed Andy a bottle of water.
Andy relaxed in the back of the jeep, sipping his water and watching the landscape pass by. He kept having to shift about, his pants uncomfortably tight, but it felt good to be sitting and drinking, not worrying about his safety for now. The jeep pulled up into a set up camp, tents already up and the smell of dinner cooking permeating the area.
Lucy came running up right away, grabbing his face in her hands. "Oh my god! Andy! Why did you wander off?!"
"Wander off?! I went to take a piss, I told you to stop them from leaving without me!" Andy was roaring at the top of his lungs, and he didn't care.
"You're blaming me for this?!" Lucy's worry flashed quickly to anger.
"If you had listened to me instead of just playing with your damn phone?! Yes!" Andy pushed by Lucy, looking for where his backpack was sitting next to hers. He grabbed it and moved it off to the other side of the camp. He wasn't about to spend any more time in a tent with her, he'd sleep outside if need be. Except..
One of the other guests came up to Andy, clapping him on the shoulder. "Good to see you safe man." He tried to place the face from the introductions at the start of the trip. Mitch.. who was here on his own. Maybe a few years younger than Andy, Mitch was a man with shaggy blond hair and a swimmer's build with a healthy tan. He had a beach bum, surfer vibe going on. "Couldn't help but notice.." Mitch looked around Andy off towards where Lucy was sitting alone and fuming. "I've got room for a second in my tent."
Andy was about to refuse but something stopped him. It was the most delicious scent he had ever smelled suddenly filled his nostrils, he couldn't put a name to it, but he knew it was coming from Mitch. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, man." He followed Mitch to one of the tents and ducked inside after him, setting his back pack down on one side of the tent. He needed to take care of the pants problem though. He knelt by his pack and started shifting through it, hunting for the loosest bottoms he had, a pair of track pants.
As he stripped out of his jeans, that enticing scent grew even stronger and suddenly Andy knew exactly what it was. He was smelling the arousal coming off of Mitch.
Andy turned to look at him, track pants still in hand. They were both silent until the dinner bell rang. Mitch jumped like he was goosed. "Right, well, make yourself at home, man. I'm going to go grab some dinner."
"Right behind you." Though Mitch was already moving out of the tent as Andy pulled on the track pants, giving his legs and crotch some breathing room over the jeans.