Levi and Me at the Cabin, 2011

This is a true life experience.

**026 - Levi and Me at the Cabin, 2011

Levi and Me at the Cabin, 2011

Levi had emailed me asking if he could bring a friend along this time. He wrote, "Pete, would it be all right if I bring a friend this time? I realize this might be an imposition so if you would rather I didn't, don't hesitate to say so. I want to point out; he's the guy I told you about that's been checking me out so I think he might be interested. But I'm not sure about him and I thought it would be a good time to find out, with your help of course. If I'm wrong, though, it could put a crimp in things. I wouldn't want that to happen and I know you wouldn't either. So it's a gamble. Let me know what you think."

It sounded interesting. I emailed him and said I was willing to take the chance if he was. But then he emailed me back later and said he changed his mind, he didn't want to ask the guy. I was disappointed, and I wasn't. I was anxious to meet the guy and help Levi out but I would've hated the thought of wasting an entire weekend.

I arrived at the cabin early evening on Friday; I couldn't get away from work any earlier. I noticed Harold had not done anything about the lane. It looked like Levi had already brought the wood. That was okay; there were no pretenses this time. I took my bag and a small cooler inside.

Evening would bring a chill so I used the kindling wood to start a fire in the stove. I would let Levi decide if he wanted a fire in the fireplace. The bed clothes were in the plastic bags. Then I went out back to check the shower. I pounded on the barrels, they were full, and the barrels still felt warm. I put off showering, hoping we would shower together.

Levi got there about dusk. I went out on the porch when I heard him drive up. Fuck he looked good in jeans and a brown flannel shirt with sleeves rolled up around his biceps. He had brought more wood; it was big chunks though, not split. He got out of his truck, all smiles.

"Hi Pete," he said with a wave that brought his right arm on display.

"I see you brought more wood."

"Yeah, you won't need it but I didn't want to come with an empty truck."

I could already feel the vibes; it was nice, both of us knowing why we were there. I went down to help him unload the wood.

"I'm curious, how come you decided not to ask your friend?" I asked as we were unloading the wood.

"I didn't want to take the chance of him being straight and screwing up the weekend."

"I would've been willing to take the chance in finding out," I said.

When we'd finished unloading, Levi got his stuff out of his truck and we went inside. I put some hot dogs in the skillet on the stove to steam. I asked him if he wanted to shower, adding that I had waited on him so we wouldn't waste any water....HA! He had already showered.

"Go ahead and take your shower," he said, "I'll finish getting chow on the table."

I set out a can of baked beans and grabbed a towel. Showering alone, I made it a quick one. I was reaching to turn it off when Levi came out, naked, with a towel.

"Changed my mind," he said.

I was almost breathless/speechless at the sight of his naked body. I showered again. That's all we did. We rushed inside to slip on jeans then went out to pump the barrel full of water again, to warm the next day. First we carried two buckets of the warm water inside to use later.

It was warm in the cabin. We ate at the table, shirtless and barefoot, and talked like two old friends. I asked if he was still with the same girl. No, not as steady as before but they still got together now and then for an old time fuck. He had expanded his horizons to other girls. I wanted to ask if he had expanded his horizons to guys but I didn't. If he had I thought he would tell me.

After we'd eaten and cleaned up we sat out on the porch. He noticed my US Army cap--I wore it the last time but he hadn't said anything--and he wanted to know about the army and hear about some of my experiences. I told him a little about the training and about being in Germany for two years, living in Hitler's old SS barracks, and the culture there. He wanted to know about the women. I had a lot of those stories but I told him about the one girl I dated for a while and went to see her family once for Christmas in a tiny village and slept in the same bed with her, her older brother, a younger brother and two younger sisters. He thought that was hilarious. Even more hilarious, I told him about the gorgeous babe I picked up in a bar who turned out to be a guy. He pumped me about that; wanted to know if I fucked her/him. I told yes, I'd already started fucking her when I made the discovery and I wasn't going to stop at that point.

That changed the subject to guys and he wanted to know about the German guys, and other soldiers. He was disappointed that I didn't have a lot of stories about guys; I told him I was in my straight mode in the Army. The only other things that happened with guys was a blowjob from a German guy who I offered a ride home from a bar. And there was a quick blowjob from another soldier in the cab of a truck at the motor pool. All other blowjobs were through the fence at the Green Grass Motel behind the PX, all women.

I told him about some of my travels in Europe, and about some of the women I met in different countries. I told him about my best buddy and roommate; us working out and modeling together for a German photographer. I tried several times to get the conversation back to him but he kept asking me questions. I finally told him he could have one more question then I was done talking about me. Didn't work, he asked about when I was in school and when I got started with boys and then he asked me about my son, all in one question. I told him he belonged in the WH press corps with all of his follow up questions.

I made the answers brief but I told him about my best friend in grade school and other boys in school; about my brothers and my uncle. He pumped me about that, then I told him about my experience with the muscle boy in high school. I finally cut off his questions, told him I was tired of talking about me and immediately followed with questions about him.

He told me a few of his experiences fucking with girls in college and mentioned the guy again who he thought was gay.

"You've had a whole year and you haven't found out?" I chided him.

"Yes, I have to be careful, word like that gets around."

"Not necessarily," I said.

It was getting chilly out on the porch. Levi said he would build a fire in the fireplace if I was ready to hit the sack.

"I am if you are," I said.

I sat on the edge of the bed while he built the fire.

"It feels different this time," he said, in a casual tone, without looking around at me."

"Yeah, I felt the vibes when you got out of your truck," I said.

"I sort of did too; a tingling in my balls."

"I think it's because there's no reason for pretenses this time."

"Yeah, I guess we don't have to play games or dance around the issue this time," he said, laughing, as he unrolled his sleeping bag. "Hey, do you want to sleep on the floor together?"

"Sure, why don't we take the mattress off the bed."

I tossed the mattress on the floor and we spread his sleeping bag over it. I got a quilt out of the plastic bag and spread over that while Levi was taking off his jeans. I watched him openly, finding it hard to breath from the anticipation. I should mention that Levi was created for sex. His fantastic body, his looks, the way he moves, even his voice.....God had only one thing in mind when he created the guy....sex!

He wasn't wearing shorts so he was naked fast. I did the same and he watched me openly.

"Man you are packing some serious meat there," he said.

"No more than last time."

"Yeah, but I was afraid to notice last time, or say anything," he said.

"You're not doing so bad yourself in that department," I said. "Not to mention that fantastic body."

"Thanks."

Settled under the quilt, it was quiet except for the crackling of the fire. Suddenly Levi got up.

"I forgot to bank the fire in the stove," he said.

I rose up on my elbows to watch him. I groaned when he bent over to poke around in the coals and add a big chunk of wood.

"What's the matter?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Fuck, I hope you don't ever drop the soap in the showers; it could prove fatal," I said. "Just don't stay bent over like that, I don't think I can take it," I said

He laughed and came back to bed. It was quiet again. We were close but not touching. One of us moved and our feet touched. Neither of us pulled away. I felt his toes wriggling and I reciprocated.

"Are you as horny as I am?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm tenting the quilt," he said.

"Then why are we playing toesies?"

He laughed. "I don't fuckin' know." He threw back the quilt as I rose up. His cock was standing up over his stomach at a sharp angle, throbbing and bobbing up and down.

"Damn, that looks painful," I said, reaching for it. "You feel hot; I think you've got a temperature."

"You think you can do something about it?"

"I don't know. Godd, it looks like it's gotten bigger than last time I had hold of it." But I didn't shy away from it. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned softly and laid his hand on the back of my head. I let him push my mouth all the way down on his cock till my nose was smashed in his pubes. I licked his balls while I was down there and he spread his legs out wider. That prompted me to maneuver around between his legs on my stomach, without letting go of his cock. I sucked him for a while till he maneuvered me onto my back and positioned himself over me in a pushup position. He did pushups over my face, fucking my throat hard. I groaned and slobbered and let the spit he dredged up run out the corners of my mouth.

At one point he paused and said, "If your throat's getting sore, we can switch to your ass."

I eyed his big, wet cock bobbing up over my face and said, "Sounds like a plan."

He urged me over onto my stomach and pried my legs apart. I remembered from last time, he wasn't much on foreplay or being lovey. He didn't ask for lube. He pulled my butt apart and dropped some spit in the crack then worked it around with the head of his cock. He dropped some more spit and pushed it into my hole, gradually pushing through my tight sphincter. The head of his cock was wide and I groaned when he pushed through. It felt good spreading my ass inside as he shoved deeper.

"Fuck, man, you've got an awesome ass," he said huskily.

I didn't know if he was talking about my butt muscles that he was playing with, or inside. I laughed softly. "You don't have any basis for comparison, do you? Unless you've fucked some of those college gals in the ass."

"You're right, I don't. But yours will always be the benchmark."

Levi and his fantastic body and his sexual prowess were always in the shallow recesses of my memory. I thought of him often. And now those memories were coming back to life. Godd, he could fuck!! I don't think he meant to be so dominant, but he was definitely in charge and I was willing to let him. Once he got me opened up he fucked me hard. He slammed into me. I liked it. I tried to push back to meet his powerful thrusts. But each time he fucked me into submission. When I tried to push up onto my knees, wanting to spread my butt wider and fuck back onto his cock, he nailed me to the floor. He was letting me know my ass was his; he would take at his own pace, in his own way.

He decided when he wanted me on my knees; I simply obliged and assumed the position. I loved the extra depth he attained with my ass spread wider and more vulnerable to his thrusts. His loins slapped against my butt, his cock pounded my insides.

He decided, too, when he wanted me on my back. "Turn over," he said, as he was pulling out.

I scrambled onto my back and lifted my legs. He pushed my right leg back down and straddled it as he brought my left leg up to his chest, and shoved in again. It was a whole new fuck game; the new position seemed to bring a whole new set of nerve endings into play. Godd, he could fuck!! Maybe I said that. I'm a pretty big man--bigger than Levi--but I felt like a rag doll. Part of the pleasure was watching his muscles rippling and taking on a sheen of sweat. The other part was the pure ecstasy of his big, thick cock plowing my ass.

I ignored my own cock. We both did, except I saw Levi looking at it several times. I hoped he would take hold of it but he didn't. Finally, I did. I loved the rubbery hard feel of my own fuck meat. Levi watched me pulling on it.

"Are you getting close?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, there's going to be a mess on your sleeping bag," I said. I was going to suggest a new position; me tilted up on my shoulders so I could cum all over myself. But Levi grabbed his t-shirt. Within five minutes he fucked us both to climax. Five minutes is not a long time except in sex. Five minutes in fuck time is three to four hundred cock strokes and that takes a hard toll on a guy's already tingling ass. Every stroke made me cling harder to my sanity. I was choking on my breath and my eyes kept fluttering, like they were trying to roll back in my head. The young stud, easily young enough to be my son, knew how to push all of my buttons.

His cock exploding deep inside me set me off. I think it was when I felt the heat of his cum on my prostate. My body convulsed as I soaked his t-shirt. Levi collapsed on top of me, pushing my leg against me in an awkward position.

"Fuck, man, I don't know if I remember it being that good before," he said breathlessly.

"I do," I said.

One fuck like that was apparently enough; we curled up together and went to sleep.

Next morning, I woke up first and got up and stoked the fire in the stove. I was glad Levi had banked it; there was a chill in the cabin. I set the big iron skillet on the stove quietly as I could, but it woke Levi up.

He yawned and stretched and mumbled, "Oh, fuck!"

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You, looking like that so early in the morning," he said. "Look what you've done." He threw the quilt back to expose his hardon.

"I didn't do that, go take a piss," I chided him.

"If it's still hard after I take a piss, can I fuck you again to get rid of it?"

"I told you, dude, my ass is yours all weekend."

He got up and went outside. I don't know if he even got off the porch. I set his bag out of the way, it was open, and I blinked when I saw the familiar plastic bottle with the long tip nozzle. What'd he have that for? I was getting the eggs out of the cooler when he came back in. He was still hard. He came toward me, grinning.

"It wasn't a piss hardon after all. Bend over the table," he said.

I was more than happy to oblige. I bent over the table with my feet set wide apart. He stepped up behind me and felt my ass, and satisfied that I was still slick enough, he used a little spit then he set the head of his cock against my hole. I pressed back against it as he pushed against me.

"Ohhhh, that's so good, the way your ass wraps around my cock and draws it in," he moaned.

He fucked me bent over the table then he had me lay on my back across the table. We fucked in a chair, me riding his cock. Then he bent me over the table again. He fucked me for about a half hour before he shot another load in me. I wished he'd fucked me for a few more minutes; he had me so close. He was mad at himself when he saw my hardon.

"That's okay, there'll be plenty of other times," I said.

"No. That was selfish and inconsiderate of me."

"No, it wasn't," I said, laughing. "You think I didn't get anything out of it? You're awesome at fucking. And you got me off last night in a huge way. Shit, I thought I was going to go blind."

"I should've got you off. Now I will." With that, he grabbed hold of my cock and began fisting it. He put his other hand firmly on my shoulder as if to hold me in place.

I felt awkward about it, and all it did for him was get him hard again. Finally, I took hold of his wrist and slowed his strokes, then stopped him.

"Let it go, Levi," I said gently. "I love how you fuck me. I don't have to get off every time. But if you insist, I'll hold you to it later."

"Okay. Later."

He set the table while I fried the bacon and scrambled the eggs. I told him to get two bottle of OJ from the cooler and we sat down at the small table to eat.

"I was really looking forward to this weekend," Levi said.

"I was afraid you might have better things to do, like studying."

"No, I'm caught up on that. I do most of my studying during the week, even staying up late. I never did study much on weekends."

"Won't your girl be missing you?"

"She's never been my girl. A steady girl isn't in my future any time soon. It might sound crass but right now in my life, a girl is a piece of ass. It's not like I'm using them, the girls I hook up with aren't interested in a boyfriend either. I'm a hunk of meat to them, which is okay; it works out. Maybe you think I'm using you; that's the reason I'm here. I can see how it might appear that way."

"That would be a tossup, wouldn't it, who's using who?" I joked.

"I'm not, really. The sex is great, but spending time here with you is ....I don't know.....different. It's like this is the only place and you're the only person I can be myself with."

I wondered if he intended to say what I thought he was saying.

"Who are you when you're back on campus?" I asked.

"Not the same guy I am here, obviously. There's nobody back there that I can talk to about stuff I talk to you about, let alone do what we do."

"Well, there might be the guy you mentioned who you think might be gay. You need to feel him out."

"I don't know how. Listen, I was wondering if you want to do it out in the woods."

"Sure, like last time. We did it twice out in the woods, didn't we?"

"Yeah, but in more comfort this time; I'll take the sleeping bag."

There were a couple of shops I wanted to go to in town, and Levi said he would come along. The water in the barrels wasn't warm yet so I washed up at the wash stand, using the big ceramic bowl, and then Levi did.

Levi drove his truck. One of the shops was an upscale men's store where I always found something I couldn't live without. Levi liked the shop too. He found a shirt he really liked, and I found some cologne called Stud. I picked it up and asked Levi what he did with the shirt. He said he put it back, it was too expensive.

"Get it and try it on."

"No."

"Try it on," I told him again.

"No. It sounds like you're going to buy it for me and I'm not going to let you do that."

I was determined. I found the shirt and handed it to him. "I'm going to buy it so you need to see if it fits, because it won't fit me."

Reluctantly, he went back to the tiny booth to try on the shirt. I stood at the doorway and watched. There was something erotic about seeing him shirtless and also seeing him pull the shirt on over his broad shoulders and chest. It fit him perfectly. More than perfect; he made the shirt. I took it and the cologne to the counter. He saw the bottle and said, "Right, like you need that."

"No, you do," I joked.

"No, no, I'm not letting you do that."

"I don't remember asking your permission," I said. I handed the bag to him.

"Well.....thanks," he said, sheepishly.

"I'm anxious to see how that stuff smells on you," I said as we left the shop.

We wandered around town, in and out of several other shops, then ate lunch. I felt good being with him, and he seemed very at ease with me, even when we ran into a couple of people who knew him.

"Are they going to be thinking there's something strange about you hanging out with me?" I asked.

"Not at all. They'll think I'm your guide."

Midafternoon I stopped to get a six pack of cold beer and we headed back to the cabin. I asked him if it was too early to hike into the woods. "With the sleeping bag," I added with a grin.

"It's never too early," he said.

We hiked a good distance along the fields before we turned into the woods. Levi picked out a spot and unrolled the sleeping bag across the thick grass. Without a word, we took off our clothes. I was naked first. I lay on the sleeping bag, watching him finish undressing.

"You're like a young, woodland god," I told him.

He laughed, an embarrassed laugh. "You like embarrassing me, don't you?"

"I'm a writer; I'm just expressing what I see. You've got an absolutely perfect body. You have to know that, seeing yourself in the mirror, and I know girls must tell you that, so don't deny me saying it."

"Well, girls tend to sum it up more succinctly, like, "Fuck, you're hot!"

"And that doesn't embarrass you?"

"Yeah, a little. But I like them saying it. Listen, can we do it on your hands and knees? I really like watching your butt parting for my cock."

"Standing on my head, or swinging from the trees if you want," I said.

He mounted me from the back, laying his warm, muscular body over me so we were like one in movements. This time he reached around and stroked my cock in rhythm with his thrusts. I was surprised the way he was touching me this time. He fucked me for a long time and I had to stop his hand several times.

"I love how we can be so open and free and casual about everything," he was saying.

"Me free and casual? You're the one who suggested doing it out here in the woods," I said.

His knees bore into the ground despite the thick grass, and we were on our sides when he finished. He was very intent on making me cum with him and he succeeded. It was a head pounding cum. I was so close, when suddenly I felt him cumming and that set me off. I really messed up his sleeping bag. He just laughed and said we would have to turn it over to sleep on the other side. Afterwards, we lay together and talked. He sat up with his knees cocked up and his arms wrapped around them, giving me a wonderful view of his manhood. He said again how happy he was that I'd emailed him to meet me. Then he hit me with a bombshell.

"Listen, Pete.....there's....something I wanta say," he began. His tone was serious and he glanced away at first with his head sort of down, and several words were out of his mouth before he looked back at me. His demeanor bothered me.

"You asked why I changed my mind about bringing that other guy along. I only told you part of the truth. It's true, I was afraid word might get around.....but it's more than that." I clung to his every word. "I've thought a lot about our last time together; a lot, trying to sort out my feelings and sort of pulling my thoughts together and putting them in order. I've gone over and over the stuff we did; everything you showed me. Like that fingering technique you used on me. Fuck, that was so awesome, I think it made my eyes cross. I never felt anything like it in my life, and probably never would if I hadn't met you. Anyway, I, uh....I thought about it a lot....hell, I even tried it on myself a couple of times but it wasn't the same. Anyway, I got to thinking more and more about it, and fucking you and how much you like it, and I'm thinking there must really be something to it because I think all gay guys must like to be fucked. And I remember you said having sex with a guy don't make you gay."

"I think I said getting blowjobs from a guy doesn't make you gay." I was trying to sort out what he was saying.

"So what I'm trying to say is.....well, me fucking you and you sucking my cock and eating my ass out and fingering my ass....none of that turned me gay, `cause I went right back to fucking girls."

A chill ran through me and I was almost holding my breath in anticipation of what I thought he was leading up to.

"But I never forgot what your fingers felt like up inside my ass, touching that spot."

"Your prostate," I said.

"Yeah. And something kept nagging at me, like if you used something besides your fingers......." He paused, seemingly unable to find the words he wanted. "I'm straight," he declared, "and I don't wanta get fucked, not really fucked, but.....I'd like to see what it's like to have a cock inside me, in place of your fingers, you know what I mean?" He paused for a couple of seconds. "You're the only guy on the planet I could say that to, Pete. And that's why I decided not to ask the other guy to come along. I wanted this weekend to be just between you and me, in case I had the nerve to say what I just said."

I smiled. "I love the way you faltered around the issue, Levi," I said.

He laughed, looking down, shaking his head. "Yeah, that was pretty pitiful, wasn't it?" he said.

"Not at all. It was sort of beautiful."

"You know what I mean, though," he said. "I, uh.....I brought all the necessary stuff....to make it happen."

"I know. I saw it, but I was afraid to believe it."

"Me too. I still don't believe I'm saying all of this stuff. And frankly, I'm a little scared."

"Hey, it's okay to be scared. But I promise you, your fears will turn out to be unfounded. But let's make sure I'm hearing you right. You're telling me you wanta find out what it's like to get fucked."

"No," he said quickly.

"Dude, you brought your own flush," I said, laughing.

"Well, not really fucked; I mean I just want to see what it feels like to have a cock in my ass."

"And how do we distinguish between the two? Taking a cock in your ass pretty much means you're getting fucked," I said.

"Maybe I don't know what I mean," he said sounding exasperated.

"I think you want to have the experience but you don't want to be gay, or be thought of as gay," I said.

"That might sum it up better," he said.

"What if you find out you like it and want to do it again, have you thought about that? And again after that?"

He just shrugged and acted like he didn't want to talk about it anymore so I didn't say anything else. I just left that for him to ponder.

Back at the cabin, Levi split the rest of the big chunks and I stacked the wood on the porch. He had his shirt off and watching his sweaty muscles really turned me on.

"You know, somebody needs to find a way to capture all the sexual energy from moments like this," I said, waving my hand toward him.

He slammed the ax into a chunk of wood and pulled out a red bandanna to wipe the sweat. He was smiling, a bewildered scowl. "What sexual energy? I'm splitting wood," he said.

"You're expending a LOT of energy; the sexual part is the tingly energy from me watching you. Combine the two and multiply that by a few million and you could probably light up a small city."

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled the axe out of the chunk of wood. "Maybe I'll write a paper on it."

By then the shower water was warm and we both showered together. I washed Levi's back and shoulders but oddly, when I got to his butt he turned around and took the soap. He surprised me by soaping up my back and shoulders. I thought it strange that he didn't touch my butt. He sure didn't mind holding onto it when he was fucking me.

We took turns pumping water to refill the barrels. When we were drying off I suggested going into town to eat an early supper. I suggested the Nashville House. I've always thought it to be way overpriced, but not for this occasion. Levi said no.

"That place is so overrated and overpriced. I mean, what the fuck can you do to a chicken to make it worth what they charge for it?"

I laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. We agreed on the Artists' Colony. We got there early enough to be seated at a table at a window near the fireplace. I thought it was romantic, I'm sure Levi didn't. But it turned out to be most conducive to conversation.

I wouldn't have mentioned it, but he brought it up; he wanted to continue our conversation from the woods.

He started with, "Listen, about what I told you......."

"Are you having second thoughts? It's okay to change your mind."

"No, not second thoughts. Just.....thoughts." He lowered his voice with a glance around.

"I think we're safe to talk," I assured him.

"Thinking about what it'll feel like," he went on.

I noticed he was using a positive sense....what it will feel like, not what it might feel like. "I don't know for sure, I've never encountered this situation before," I said. "I can tell you what it feels like for me....."

"Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea how much you like it," he said, laughing.

"But I don't really know what it would feel like to.....well, to just be stationery, not move." I chuckled. "As you can imagine, that's never happened to me."

"I said it was a dumb request," he said with a grin. "Godd, I am so pitiful," he added, looking down, embarrassed.

"No, no, don't think of it as dumb, and you're not pitiful. It should be interesting, if you decide to try it."

He toyed with the fork, dragging the tines to make marks on the tablecloth. I saw his tight smile. "You know what I'm afraid of......." He lifted his eyes without lifting his head, and tapped the fork lightly on the table. He laughed then--guffawed--and said, "I'm afraid I might like it. Enough that....that I might lose control, and actually go for it."

"I'll be the one who's in control," I pointed out.

"I mean lose control enough to tell you to do it, for real."

It was my turn to laugh, a quiet guffaw like his. "Well, Dude, if you tell me to go for it, and think I'm going to turn it down, you are crazy!"

We both had a good laugh but then I went on, more serious. "Look, Levi, you said yourself, all the other stuff we've done didn't turn you gay, you went right back to girls. It won't be any different with this. Even if you let loose and we take it to the highest level, that doesn't change who you are. Getting fucked one time won't make you gay. It might, however, give you pause for reflection on who you are. Just taking a cock in your ass--however that works--isn't going to change anything at all."

"I know, I thought about that. That's the reason I don't want to actually do it......."

"You're afraid you'll have to face yourself, that you will like it too much," I put in.

"Something like that. Okay, once won't make me gay, but what if I.....you know......."

"Come back for more?" I finished.

"Yeah, what if I like it that much, to want to try it again?"

"The worst that can happen, Levi, even if you came back for a couple more times, is you might come to realize that you're bi. Would that be so bad?"

"I guess not, you are," he said.

"You would still have women in your life, and I know women are important to you. What would be so wrong with a little extra, different pleasure on the side? Hell, you have that now."

"It's just a mindset. I know you're making sense."

"Mindsets can change," I said.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said, laughing.

"Don't be afraid of it," I told him. "And listen, if you want to change your mind completely--keep your mindset--that's okay, too. But I would offer this.....it'll only be for a while. That seed has been planted. It may lay dormant for a while, but it's going to sprout and grow eventually. Continuing to fight it will only cause you frustration."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience," he said.

"I am."

When our supper came, we dropped the subject and talked about what a great time we were having.

If we had created any new pretenses over supper, back at the cabin we tossed them out. Levi made a fire in the fireplace and we went right to bed, again on the mattress covered with the sleeping bag, turned over. We went right into sex, Levi stretched out with his feet to the fire, me leaned over his middle, sucking his cock and his balls. He seemed at peace with the world and with himself; but I didn't know what he might still be wrestling with inside.

When I turned around to get a better position to deep throat him, so the majestic curve of his cock would fit in my throat, he put one arm up as a guard so I wouldn't straddle him. He didn't have to; I wouldn't do that without his invitation.

Licking under his balls I craned my neck to get to his ass and he lifted his legs to give me better access. His butt spread apart but still kept its shape and my face fit perfectly between the twin muscles.

Even though he had told me what he wanted to try, I was in no hurry to force the issue. I wasn't sure, in fact, if he still wanted to. But just in case, I would work him up to it while giving him the chance to change his mind. I worked my way around him to lie on my stomach with my face in his upturned butt. I rimmed him for quite a while; he liked it and I loved doing it. I could feel his hole relaxing and opening up to my tongue, but I withheld my fingers. After a while I lay beside him so he lay on my arm while I stroked his cock. At the same time I stroked my own cock against his thigh.

Gradually he brought his left leg up so my cock stroked across his right thigh, nudging against his balls. I took it as a green light but I proceeded on caution. I was brave enough to apply lube to his ass and he lifted his leg so his hips were tilted a little toward me. I began rubbing my fingertip over his clenching hole. Gradually, I worked my finger inside began fingering his still slick hole, just barely inside at first, using my knuckle to stretch his hole. I fingered him; one finger at first, just the first knuckle. Very gradually, I added knuckles and fingers till I was using three fingers to stretch him then I shoved them in as deep as I could go. This was not new to him and I was pleased when he pushed back. I used my fingers to probe deeper and he squirmed around on them. He was anxious. He moaned when I touched his prostate.

"Ohh, yeah, that's the spot."

I could feel him loosening up and his asshole clenching around my finger, and he wasn't at all shy about squirming around and even pushing back on my fingers. I brought my cock onto the scene, using my three fingers as a chute to guide it to his hole. At first I just rubbed the head all around, sliding it along the chute to push against his hole, without going in; testing him.

"I know you've thought this through and you want to do it, but don't be afraid to stop me if you change your mind," I said.

"I won't," he said. "I won't stop you I mean." So he was ready!

I worked his prostate gently while I rubbed my cockhead against him. I wanted to work him up slowly but surely, till he was past all doubt. Then I very gently exchanged my fingers for my cock. It was a slick, surprise move but the head of my cock was inside him, his asshole was clenching tightly around the rim. His expression was one of a blink and a silent gasp. I held still for a moment to let him get used to the idea that another man's cock had penetrated his asshole. Then I pulled out and shoved right back in, but no deeper. It was a slick move that I repeated several times; sliding my cock along the chute of my fingers and withdrawing them at the same time I shoved the head of my cock through his hole.

"Ohh, God!" he gasped. "Godd, that feels incredible," he said as he squirmed on my hand, and I could feel his ass squeezing my cock harder. He was also stroking his own cock. I wasn't sure he fully realized I was using my cock at all till I brought my hand up and he saw that both of my hands were free, and he had something in his ass.

"Fuck, you're in me?" he said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. Are you ready to try it?" I asked quietly.

"Just don't fuck me, for real I mean."

I wasn't sure how that was supposed to work but okay, his parameters were still in place; I was okay with his little charade. I flattened my hand on his lower abs and tightened my butt muscles to drive my cock deeper into his virgin ass. I advanced barely centimeters when he suddenly stopped me with his hand on my hip.

"No, wait, I don't.....I can't do it," he said.

I held him tight around the waist so he couldn't squirm off the head of my cock. Then I took hold of his cock. He moved his hand and let me have it. I began stroking his cock, and concentrated on making my cock throb as hard as I could. I think he wanted to get fucked, pretty bad, but he had a mental block that he couldn't get past. We spent several minutes doing this and I could hear Levi breathing harder.

"Fuck, I don't know why this feels so good," he moaned softly.

"It's not important why," I said. Then I tried to push the envelope. "Okay, if you wanta feel more, all you have to do is move a little. If you want to get fucked for real.....it won't make you gay, Levi. And we're the only two people who'll ever know."

He shifted positions and I thought he was going to go for it. But instead, he more or less bolted.

"We need to stop," he whispered suddenly as he began to wrest away from me. I let go of his cock and let him withdraw from my cockhead. I thought for a second that he might change his mind but he didn't. He pulled away and my cock popped free of his hot ass.

He got up and I thought he might be leaving. But instead he went to the cooler and got two beers. He handed me one and lay down beside me on his side. The experiment was over.

"Thanks. That was sort of nice," he said, taking a sip of his beer.

"It could've been awesome," I said.

"No, I think I got what I wanted."

"But you're not sure. Are you?"

"It's just not the way I'm built," he said.

"I'm not pressuring you, but that seed's been planted and it isn't going to stop growing," I said.

"I'm sorry if I led you on," he said.

"You didn't lead me on. It was just what it was, an experiment. Incomplete as it might be," I said. I reached for his cock. "Can I finish you off? I would like to have your load."

"Yeah, sure."

So I finished him off and swallowed his load. Levi was quiet after that, gazing at the fireplace. It was a bitter sweet ending to a rather strange event. Sometime in the wee hours he got amorous and fucked me again.

Sunday morning we hiked to the falls. There was something intimate about sitting there with the young college guy that I'd had sex with. Not just that, but also just seeing Levi as part of the overall beauty. I also felt there was a new intimacy between us.

"You said you've brought girls here?" I said casually.

"I have a couple of times. But we never had sex," he added.

"Do me a favor," I said.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes."

He smiled and without question, he stood and began taking off his clothes. I watched, almost breathless.

"Your socks, too. I want you completely naked."

He slipped off the socks and stood beautifully naked with the backdrop of the falls, but standing tall over the horizon. It was a stunning sight.

"Seeing you like this, it's easy to imagine the Creation," I said.

He stood casually yet so proud and aware of his masculinity. "So you think this is what it was like, what Adam looked like that first day," he said.

"Sort of, but I would be Adam, you would be Steve."

He laughed. "I've heard that twist on the Creation."

"It's not so farfetched. Not if you believe God created gays," I said. "And if He didn't, who did?"

"I don't have an opinion on it either way," he said. "Certain facts don't really matter much to me; I just accept them. Maybe there was an Adam and Steve, along with Eve, but one of them was created Bi, otherwise it would have all been futile. Eve would have been a wasted effort."

"Who knows. Maybe God is all things," I said. "But most especially male. If He created man in His own image, then He must be straight, gay and bi."

"Is that the Holy Trinity?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I just know the Bible says it was all good. And if it wasn't--if God was unhappy with the way Adam and Steve turned out--He would've destroyed them and started over again. He was known to do that, you know."

Levi came over and sat a little in front and beside me. He cocked his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. "I love this, being able to talk about stuff like this, feeling free to be who I am," he said.

"That's twice you've said that. It sounds like you've been hiding the real you."

"I've thought about that myself. I haven't been honest with myself, I know that."

"I think you're very honest with yourself," I said. "The way you approach things, and think things through.

There was a long moment, quiet except for the rushing of the falls. Levi was watching the falls, I was watching Levi. I wanted to have sex one more time before we had to part.

"Tell me something, Pete....what we did....did I get fucked?"

Except for the "Pete" he might have been asking it of the falls, because he never looked at me.

"Define fucking," I said with a chuckle.

He didn't take my little joke. He was serious.

"I mean, how much movement does there have to be to constitute fucking?" he went on.

"Well, you didn't get fucked royally like you fuck me," I said. "Whether you actually got fucked, I guess that's subject to interpretation, but I don't think I would qualify it as really getting fucked. Hell, you've been fucked more with my fingers. Just don't ever bring it up in a beer bull session that you've had a cock in your ass but you've never been fucked. That won't flush for most guys."

"I'm not sure it flushes with me," he said, laughing. "I mean if I took a guy's cock in my mouth for a few seconds just to see what that's like, I didn't give him a blowjob, but I sucked cock, didn't I?"

"You're worrying too much over nothing," I said. "Nothing else we've done has turned you gay; this one thing sure as hell isn't going to do it. Let it go. Meanwhile, stick to what you're comfortable with. Like getting your cock sucked. And fucking. You're good at that." He looked at me, smiling. "Speaking of which....can we work that in one more time before we have to leave?" I asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great, getting my cock sucked while I watch the sun come up."

Levi left first. I walked him out to his truck and we hugged goodbye. He initiated the hug. He asked if we were going to do it again. Absolutely; I would email him. He reminded me to be sure the fires were out before I left. I watched him drive off then went back in the cabin where I got out my writing pad and began to make notes. This is the result of those notes.

The End