Pure fiction, and a few years ago...
The rain against the tent fly was loud enough to wake me. My watch read 12:32 AM. Isaac was still sleeping. I pulled my sleeping bag up over the top of my head and resumed sweet warm sleep until Isaac woke me the following morning trying to light the camp-stove outside the fly without getting out of his sleeping bag, never mind the tent.
It was still raining steadily.
My first words of the day were, "Please don't light the tent on fire."
Isaac pushed the stove a little farthere from the tent fly, and had to crawl most of the way out of his bag to reach it. This allowed me to study his lean, muscular, deep-brown body, which never failed to turn me on -- a realization I didn't fight, although I hadn't shared it, and I wasn't comfortable with it. This discomfort didn't stop me, however from tracing with my eyes the smooth roll of his chest and stomach to where his penis fell heavily against striped cotton boxers, the round butt and muscular legs.
What stopped me was that Isaac succeeded in lighting the stove and started to work his way back into the tent. My boner and I rolled over in the interest of privacy.
"Three minutes to coffee." Isaac said as he worked his way back into his sleeping bag.
I rolled back over again to face him, safely concealed in my sleeping bag. "And then?"
"Hot cereal and a soggy hike." he said with a grin. He switched on a small portable radio we had brought with us, and he tuned in to the weather service. A moment later the "Eye on the Sky" for Northern New England informed us that we were in for a day and another night of steady rain.
Over breakfast, we decided to pack up, go for a hike in the rain, then drive back to Amherst a day early.
After packing up, we struck out on a long hike deep into the Pemigawasset wilderness, straying close to treeline only once. There were no views to be had, and it was cold where we were exposed.
Eventually we worked our way around and passed a place where two days earlier we had skinny dipped in the hot afternoon sun. This time, we were sweaty, muddy, and soaked through from the rain.
"Quick dip?" I asked.
"Nice day for it." Isaac said.
"Afraid you'll get wet?" I asked.
"Afraid I'll get hypothermia."
"Water won't feel as cold on a cold wet day." I said.
We came upon the small turn-off we had used on Friday and stopped to survey for a moment. A night and day of steady rain had turned the slow swirl of the pool into a steady whirlpool.
"Yeah, right." replied Isaac. "I dare you to jump in."
"I will if you will."
"I will if you live."
I decided to go for it. The water would be cold, but we were less than a half-hour from the steady blast of the heater in the car. The whirlpool was a big step up from two days earlier, but it didn't seem like a man-eater. I worked my way down the rock that passed for a river bacnk, undid the boots, the socks, the shirt, the shorts, jumped in, no thought.
I was dead wrong about the water. It was freezing. It took my breath away. For a moment. But I didn't say a word. I just looked up the bank at Isaac as I floated around the perimeter of the whirpool.
"Damn you." said Isaac, who I guess hadn't been as into the swim as I had. He worked his way down the rock. I could safely watch him undress -- the water was so cold that I was safe from popping a boner for at least a half-hour if not days. (It turns out that wasn't true.) It was great watching him pull the soaked Capilene shirt over his head, then slide his shorts down giving me a full head-on view of his penis coming forth from a small bush of black tightly-wound curls. The shorts were lined hiking shorts -- no boxers -- a thought I had tried to keep out of my head on previous days.
"Don't think, just jump." I offered as advice as Isaac slipped is smooth black body out of his boxers. My heart pounded.
Isaac jumped in, and I watched him as he caught his breath enough to say, "Damn you" one more time, but he was smiling.
"These are the moments you'll remember." I said. "Rinse and let's go?"
I swam under the surface for a moment, popped up, my head aching a little from the cold, and found myself working my way out of the stream at the same time as Isaac. I felt his cold wet skin against mine for a moment that I would ponder on the long ride home.
We rinsed our clothes in the water. They couldn't get wetter or colder at that point -- only cleaner. We pulled on our wet clothes, and we jogged the short stretch out to the car.
I started the car, turned the heat on full blast, and in the back we changed into dry clothes from our bags.
We bumped again a couple of times again as we changed. No big deal, but I was glad to be dressed before feeling really returned to my member.
All the way home I had this really sexy feeling and no venue for taking care of it. I drove, and as we talked about the hike or the weather or school, I found my thoughts returning to the hair under is armpits, his smooth chest, his muscular legs, his penis with its pinkish end that seemed to call out to be touched.
As we neared home, Isaac suggested that I plan to spend the night at his place. "We can stop on the way into town and stock up on provisions and do our laundry and have dinner."
"Sounds good."
"You might as well spend the night, in fact. You have everything you would want, and we can go for an early run, have a decent breakfast."
"Sounds even better." Secretly, I wondered about the sleeping arrangements. At the time, I was mostly concerned with concealing my interest in Isaac's body.
I wondered to myself how I would make it through the night. I decided I would sneak off to the bathroom and take care of my immediate needs, and that would cover me through morning.
Isaac rented a room in a small house up in Pelham, a small town a couple of miles out of Amherst. We pulled up to a dark house at about seven.
"Roomates gone for the weekend?" I asked.
"No, but Sunday on a three-day weekend counts as another Saturday. I'd bet they're out partying."
We removed our soggy, muddy hiking boots outside the front-door, then our soggy, muddy socks, and walked in bare feet through the front door across a warm and dry kitchen floor, through a narrow door, and down to a basement that had appenently been finished in the early seventies. We dumped the contents of our wet backpacks in front of the washer and took turns tossing in clothes we unraveled out of our respective piles.
We made a big pile of everything that didn't fit into the first load, then Isaac pulled his shirt over his head and proceeded to undress completely. I swallowed hard, and without looking at Isaac, trying hard (and fruitlessly) not to think about his smooth naked body right next to me, and undressed, tossing my own clothes atop the pile.
"Hot shower?" Isaac bounded for the stairs, and I followed, staring at his butt which was just above my face as we went up the basements steps, around, and up to the second floor.
Isaac pointed at the bathroom and said, "give the water a moment to heat up; I'll find us a couple of towels and I'll be right in."
I slid open the glass shower doors and turned on the first warm water I had felt in a couple of days. I was under streaming, blissfully warm water when Isaac came in and hung a couple of towels. He shaved while I showered and while he was absorbed I studied his profile discreetly until the sight of his penis sticking down and slightly out from a small bush of curly black hair started to make my own penis rise. I tried to think of other things, not wanting to explain my exposed state.
"Don't even bother turning the water off." Isaac said to my back, but I had to face him as I stepped out of the shower so he could step in. I saw him notice that I was at half-mast, but he didn't say anything, and neither did I. Instead, I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist; pretend everything is normal and everything will be normal.
Isaac loaned me boxers, shorts (which fit better than his jeans would), a t-shirt, and a fleece top that was mine, but which I had loaned to him some time ago. Dry clothes felt great.
Dinner after a long hike is always fantastic. The menu was basic pasta and sauce and a tasty salad with raisins, walnuts, apples, and cheese. After dinner we hung out on the screen-porch eating brownies that we made from a box and sipping pepperment tea. The rain had tapered and stopped but the trees all around continued to send drops earthward with every subtle breeze.
The situation became more difficult somehere around ten. I knew I needed to go to bed -- I could barely keep my eyes open. I hadn't taken care of myself the way I had intended to earlier, and I didn't know if I'd have the chance without my activity being immediately apparent.
I knew I wasn't sleeping in one of the roomates' rooms -- they might come back at some point. And my sleeping bag was still wet.
Finally, I had to ask. "Where am I sleeping?"
"Hmmmm -- let's see -- we could set you up on the floor but why don't we share the bed? It's bigger than the tent. Isaac had an extra-long twin bed. "Ok" I said, concealing my fear. Irrationally, I decided that I would be able to drop my arousal, and that I might as well rather than spend an unusual amount of time in the bathroom.
We had been sleeping in our boxers, and I decided it would be more natural to continue the tradition. I took off my, I mean Isaac's, shirt, pants, socks, and got into bed, facing the wall. Isaac got in behind me and faced the door. It was a small bed, and his butt pressed firmly against mine. In bed, butt pressed firmly against butt, I wondered how long I could lay awake trying not to move. It was immediately apparent that I was not about to fall asleep in this position. I have no idea how long it was before I finally spoke.
I'm sure it wasn't long, but it seemed like forever. I had left my watch in the bathroom, though, so I was without an objective gauge.
I did know this. I knew what I wanted to do. I thought about the plan forming in my head from every angle. How could I initiate something without making things akward if he didn't really want something to happen? We were lying together in a twin bed in our boxers butt pressed against butt --could he really not want something to happen? But if he didn't, would I lose our friendship? It's like jumping into a river, though. Eventually, if you want to, you just do it.
"Isaac?",
A pause, then "Yes?"
"Tired?"
"Yes."
Now I paused.
"Think you'll fall asleep like this?"
Another pause, then "probably not."
What now? Isaac hadn't suggested getting out of bed, or finding another sleeping arrangement. Asking if he had anticipated that when we got into bed seemed too analytical and too safe. Fuck it, I thought, full speed ahead.
"I dare you to take off your boxers."
A long pause. Long enough for me to think something like, well that fucks things up. Just as I was starting to feel the sad akwardness of this, Isaac (finally) replied, "I will if you will."
A thrill filled my entire body, shoulders to toes and back again.
"I will if you live." I said.
I felt Isaac reach down and pull his knees up. I felt the band of his boxers as it slid between his butt and mine. I pulled my own boxers down and the over my long hard penis which slapped against my stomach, and I felt for the first time his warm naked ass firmly pressed against mine.
I remember wishing that moment could have lasted forever.
Isaac rolled over and so did I.
"What now?" he asked me, face to face.
I reached out and touched his chest, and slid it down his smooth stomach until I held his long, hard penis in my hand. I had never done this before, but I knew what I was going to do.
I got up on all fours, and worked my way around so my feet were by his head, and I licked the tip of his penis, which became even longer and harder. "Oh my god" he said as he spread his legs as wide as they would go.
I had never seen anything as exciting as Isaacs body, completely naked, stretching in sexual exctasy. I straddled Isaac's torso, slid my hands under the small of his back to hold the cheeks of his ass in my hands, and I put my mouth onto his penis which tasted slightly of salt and musk, as I felt both of Isaac's hands cup my testicles and massage my penis, his fingers working there way up to the tip so slowly and firmly that I had to catch my breath for a moment.
I sucked and slid my lips back up the shaft of his penis to the tip, then back down as he massaged by butt, then worked his hands up my penis a second time and a third time. I touched his anus with the tip of my index finger and he climaxed explosively, shooting hot gism against the back of my mouth. I was so turned on I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed, lost in the experience as he gently squeezed the length of my penis in his two hands so that I shot what must have been a months worth of sperm and semen streaming across Isaacs chest and stomach. In absolute sexual heaven I sat down on his chest, feeling my own semen and Isaacs heat against my crotch as I sent forth the last I had.
In the quiet that followed, we sat like this for what must have been several minutes before I felt Isaacs hands on my back.
"Another shower?" he suggested.
Totally forgetting, or ignoring, the possible (unknown) presence of Isaac's roomates, we walked naked through the hall to the bathroom. We showered, together this time, taking extra time to wash each others members, which rose to the occasion despite the recent activity, and we went back to bed, naked from the start this time, and started touching each other -- everywhere -- chest -- stomach -- hot inside of the thigh, penis. Isaac turned around this time and gave me a long slow blow job, then told me he wanted to fuck me as I still sent cum I hadn't know I still had forth
This caught me by surprise.
Isaac said he had done this with a girl once, and that it had been amazing. He had his hands on my chest with his palms covering my nipples and he rubbed gently as he said this. Still throbbing from my last orgasm, I said wanted to feel his penis. I did too; I wanted to feel him in my ass. He took a tube of something I couldn't see, put some on one hand, and rubbed it on his penis. He took some more and told me to lie on my back with my thighs spread as wide as I could, which I did.
Pushing my knees up to my chest, exposing and opening my butt, Isaac started to work a little around and into my anus with his fingertips. This was electrifying and I tried to open up even wider. Isaac slid his torso through my legs and use his fingers to guide his penis into my anus. Slowly, he started to work his way up into me, pausing now and again when I gasped -- this was painful but unbelievably erotic, and I grapped at his back lost in absolute pleasure and pain.
I felt Isaacs chest against mine as he lay down on top of me; he gasped open mouthed, and I felt his penis throb and pulse as he climaxed again, then lay down on top of me again. I didn't want him to stop -- loved the feel of him sliding in and out against my anus, his thighs against my butt cheeks, his stomach sliding back and forth through my own thighs.
Eventually, though, physical limits caught up with us, and we rolled over and went to sleep, butt pressed against butt.
It turned out that Isaac had once had a boyfriend, and he took on my sexual education with a rare sincerity. The following weeks were filled with amazing sex the way I had never experience, nor have since, except when I venture back in my mind to days I will always remember.
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