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The River Trip
We motored up the river on this bright, warm summer's day. No one else was on the river, as we were between fishing seasons and it was a Monday. Soon, we'd left the small river town where we had put in, and then the only sights to see were the occasional river bank bird, sparkling water and the thick grass and brush of the riverbanks, with the occasional clumps of tall evergreens, marking the edges of the pastures and swamps which flowed into the river. An eagle flew overhead, and then a flock of ducks noisily took flight. I took pictures as Jim steered the boat to give me the best camera angles.
Time stood still here, the sun warm on our backs and the first of the beers tasting cold on our tongues. Soon, Jim had reefed his shirt and I joined him, the breeze feeling cool against the sweat under my arms and in the thick hair of my chest. I looked back at Jim, who was running the engine, and took a minute to admire his hard muscles and hairy naked chest. He was a working man, and his shoulders and biceps rippled every time he moved the arm of the motor, steering us around a half sunken log or around the next bend in the river.
We'd been friends for several months now, mutual friends getting us together at the weekly poker party. Several of our friends kept saying we'd needed to meet, we had so much in common. After a few poker nights, Jim suggested we meet for coffee the next day, and soon, we'd found ways to get together every week or so, just the two of us, to talk about our music, and our lives. Each time we met, we opened ourselves up just a little bit more, but running out of time to really dig into some serious subjects we both enjoyed.
So, today was our day. We'd managed to find a Monday in our busy lives where we both could run away. Jim kept talking about his boat and the peace of the river, and I had my camera and a love for taking pictures of wildlife and nature. We both liked beer, so we were having a lot of fun, running away from our busy lives, just for the day, and enjoying the warm day and the sunshine on our bare backs. We both loved to eat and I'd packed a man sized feast for us and stashed it in the cooler, right on top of the beer.
A bit into the run, Jim started talking about his marriage and how hard it was for him when his wife left him a few months ago, saying she wanted to live alone for a while, after the kids had grown and left home. But, it was more than that, and Jim started telling me about how the marriage really ended a few years ago, when Jim's wife began an affair with another guy at the mill. Jim let on that he wasn't really all that interested in sex with his wife, or any gal, for that matter, any more. He said he was pretty confused about it all, and wasn't sure what he really wanted in a sex life anymore.
I looked back at him, and saw a tear run down his cheek, into his goatee, and he looked sad and forlorn.
"I'm wondering why I'm' telling you all this," he said. "No one would be interested in this story."
"No, I want to hear it," I replied. "You're my friend and this seems to want to come out now. We're all alone here and you need to get this off your chest."
Jim nodded a bit, sniffling and wiping away the tear with his free hand.
"God, I've never told anyone this, and I knew you'd be the only guy I know who'd be willing to listen, who'd understand."
He rambled on, his voice rising a bit as he talked about his wife's new lover, and how she kept reminding Jim she'd finally met a man who could satisfy her.
"Truth is, I think she's right. I haven't really been interested in women for a couple of years now," he said, his voice dropping.
The air hung heavy, waiting for the question of who he was interested in. I hoped it was men, I hoped it was me, because I found Jim pretty interesting, in fact, a lot interesting. My boyfriend had left me a year ago, and I hadn't had the courage to try to date any guy in our small valley. This wasn't the big city, and I kept my sex life and my fantasies pretty close to my jock strap, just in order to make some sense out of my small town world.
I liked Jim from the beginning. He was smart and thoughtful, and looked at issues and topics with more than just a casual nod or some time worn cliche. He was a guy who would read the editorial page of the big city newspaper, and have some thoughtful analysis of it, if you asked him. He could tell if you were really listening to his opinion, or if you eyes glazed over, waiting for the game to start so you could talk about what was really important in the day. I wasn't much into that kind of existence, and sometimes, after the poker game or when the gang got together for some big game on TV, Jim and I would find ourselves in the corner or out on the deck, talking about our dreams, our ideas, and things we enjoyed writing about, or the music we both liked to play. Jim was good at the piano and the fiddle and I was getting a lot better at the guitar.
Oh, and I liked Jim for a lot more. He was a handsome devil, lean and well built, his muscles thick and ropey, from his years as a logger and, recently, from the weight lifting machine he put in his basement. He'd been worried about getting fat and pudgy, now that he had a desk job, managing the local chamber of commerce and running the book store. He said he was too old for the woods anymore, and needed to find a job that took less of a toll on his aging body. He could have fooled me. He looked strong and healthy and I found myself lusting to run my fingers through the thick pelt of hair across his chest, and feel the cords and bulk of his strong arms and thick chest. His butt was hard and filled out his jeans, and watching him walk through town during the day was a sure way of getting my cock to swell a bit.
I'd wanted Jim now as a lover for quite a while. Oh, sure, the first couple of months I'd seen him around town he was eye candy, and then a subject of the pure lust that filled my chest and pumped up my balls every couple of days. Then, when I'd gotten to know him, I discovered his big heart and his kind, gentle ways, and I knew that when we'd finally get that roll in the hay I'd been wanting, he'd be a kind, thoughtful lover, taking care of my every need and letting me run wild with my lust. Or, at least, that was what I'd dreamed.
Now, he was spilling his guts about his sex life, or the lack of it, and telling me in almost every way that he'd be interested in men.
"That looks like a good spot for lunch," I said, pointing to a small, sandy beach and a deer trail that moved through the tall grass into a nearby pasture.
"Works for me," Jim agreed, and steered us over to a quick landing on the beach. In no time, we'd tied the boat up to a nearby log, grabbed the cooler and headed up the trail. In a few minutes, we came out to a sunlit meadow, filled with grasses and wild flowers and an incredible view of the nearby mountains. There wasn't a soul for miles and we just stood there for a minute, taking in the silence and the beauty.
"How about a quick dip in the river before we tear into those sandwiches," I said. "That water looks nice and inviting."
Jim agreed, and we soon were stripping off our shoes and our jeans.
"I'm skinny dipping," I said. "Haven't done that for a while and this seems like the place."
With that, I slipped off my briefs and noticed Jim did the same. His wide, thick cock bounced across the thick fur covering his balls and the thick nest of pubes above his cock, and he looked good enough to eat right then and there. I'd never seen Jim's cock before, and I wasn't disappointed. I'd been worried about dessert for our picnic, and I was hoping he was on the menu. I could use a good thick mouthful of cock about now, and his looked mighty tempting.
We scampered back down the trail to the beach, Jim leading the way and giving me a real eyeful of his white, muscular butt cheeks, and a glimpse or two of his hairy balls dangling below his uncut cock. I'd started to harden up a bit, with all this wild natural beauty in my eyes, but the cool river water slowed me down a bit in that department, and we dove and splashed and yelped like kids. Soon, our laughter and romping calmed down a couple of notches, and we sat on the log by the boat, drying off and just enjoying the fun of swimming and horsing around, bare-assed and worry free. The sun felt good on my back and across my cock and my balls, and soon we were dried off, even sweating a bit in the midday sun.
Soon, our stomachs rumbled and we scampered back to the meadow and attacked the cooler with all our enthusiasm. We feasted on the sandwiches and potato salad and fresh fruit, and, of course, a nice cold beer, until we laid back in the grass, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky, our stomachs full.
"So, Jim, you were saying you weren't interested in women anymore, at least for sex," I said, jumping back into the serious conversation Jim had steered us into before lunch. "What about men, are you interested in men?"
I'd known Jim well enough, especially these last two weeks, that he'd give any question I asked some real serious thought, and we'd both enjoyed playing devil's advocate with each other, testing each other's logic and philosophies and prodding each other with new ideas and viewpoints. I didn't know the answer, but I also knew him well enough that he'd realized I was gay and that he wouldn't be offended by the question.
"Well, I've been giving that some real serious thought," Jim replied. "I don't believe one's sexuality is a concrete, unambiguous category. No one is 100% missionary style under the covers heterosexual and no one is 100% anything goes homosexual all of the time. It's a huge spectrum. And, most of us are afraid of seeing it that way, especially in ourselves."
"A person has certain needs and certain fantasies, and they change over time. Oh, they might be selective in who they sleep with, but, in dream time, a person has a lot of different feelings and dreams. I just don't give a value to any of those ideas, good or bad."
"Of course, you won't hear me preach that sermon at the community church this Sunday," he laughed, his hard, furry belly shaking a bit.
I laughed, too. Fear mongering was not uncommon in our valley, and some of the local ministers were pretty good at spreading that disease during their sermons and Wednesday night Bible study. I'd always wondered if their Bibles had the same words that mine did. Jim had a way of poking fun at that thinking and could twist their hackneyed phrases and doctrines into a stand-up comedy routine.
Yet, now, we were in the depths of a serious conversation, and I moved ahead.
"Have you ever been with a man?" I asked. "Or are you more comfortable just dreaming about what that would be like?"
"Oh, well, no, I've never been with a man, well, all the way. As a teen, a few of my buddies and I, well, we'd party a bit and then jerk off together. One time, another guy and I jerked each other off. I liked that, but the other guys got kinda scared and we stopped doing that. We wouldn't talk about it, but back then, in those days, guys didn't talk about that. It was easier to brag about laying a cheerleader on prom night. Safer, too."
We fell into a silence, the breeze picking up for just a minute, feeling cool in my pits and across my chest and around my balls.
"It's getting warm. Let's move under that tree, and I'll get us that chocolate cake I brought," Jim said.
We sat there, next to each other, cooling off now in the shade, and enjoying the taste of Jim's special homemade cake. It was a toss up, at times, his cake or his bare naked cock right in front of me. I imagined I'd like the taste of both. I looked over to Jim's crotch, watching his cock lay soft and fat against his muscled thigh. The warmth of the day gave his manhood a respectable, yes tempting size, and I could glimpse his piss slit and the tip of his cockhead pushing out of the thick foreskin.
"You've got a nice looking cock, Jim. Nice and big. That's been something I've been hankering for, for quite a while. If you ever want to do a bit more with that than just dream, I'd be happy to take care of you."
Jim blushed a bit, the color rising in his cheeks, putting a bit of red against the stubble of his cheeks and jaw line. I could see his cock twitch a bit, even grow a bit, as he thought about my proposition.
"No one's ever asked me that before," he said quietly.
He moved closer to me, putting his thick, meaty arm across my shoulders, drawing me close to his chest. I could smell his clean, fresh sweat rise from his pits and his chest, mixed a bit with the warm smell of skin and summer sun, and the smell of the river water in his hair.
"And, so, I've never been able to say yes to that question. Until today."
Jim held on to me, there above the riverbank on that sunny July day, for quite a while. He was silent, but an occasional tear would roll down his cheek and wet his goatee, and sometimes, fall into the thick forest of fur covering his chest. I held him tight to me, feeling him breathe deep and ragged sometimes, as waves of emotion flowed through him, filling his body with images and thoughts and feelings he could not, or would not, give voice to.
"I've always been told by anyone I've slept with that I wasn't good enough, that I didn't quite measure up, that I was somehow distant to them, aloof, when we were making love," he said, finally, choking on a word here and there, but speaking from the depth of his soul. "And, I've learned from those words that I was not quite a real man, that I was a failure, somehow."
"Yet, you don't treat me that way, and I don't think you believe I'm not good enough, that I'm a failure, that I don't, somehow, know how to love, to really commit myself to someone," he said, his voice rising with a bit of anger, determination.
"What do you see in me that others don't?" Jim asked.
"Oh, I see a man, a complicated man. Lots of thoughts and ideas and a guy who really thinks about the ways of the world and his place in it. You don't take things for granted. And, you open up your heart for everyone. And, sometimes, people walk in and stomp on you, just because they can," I said.
"And, I also see a man who wants to discover who he really is, inside. Who he is, sexually," I added. "It's time to throw off those chains, Jim, and express who you really are, as a man, as a lover."
"I'd like to make love to you. Right now. Right here. And, that's my lust and my cock doing the talking. And, I'd also like that as part of our friendship. But, you need to decide. You need to figure out if making love with me today, or any time, is a good thing for Jim."
"And, maybe it's not. Maybe it's a lousy idea. And, I'm OK with that. I'm still your friend and I still want to romp and play in the grass with you and skinny dip in the river with you. But, I think you and I are ready for more in our relationship, and I'm just saying I'm opening the door to that, but only if you want it, deep in your heart," I added.
He was silent for a while. It was a comfortable silence, at least for me, but I could sense Jim was weighing some pretty heavy stuff in his mind. I let him be with his thoughts and I looked out over the pasture, out to the range of mountains surrounding the valley, and took in the various greens of the pastures, the forests, and the blues of the river winding its way slowly through the valley. I was at peace here, and, no matter what Jim decided he wanted this afternoon, I was good with that. I respected him too much to believe that if he didn't want to have sex with me now, that it was a rejection. A lot of things, especially the really good things in life, simply take time.
I looked back at him, watching me enjoy the valley and the day, and his eyes wandered down my face, down to my chest and focused on my crotch. My own manhood was holding its own, half hard and draped over my crotch hair, aiming at my belly. I was uncut, too, and a bit of my juice had overflowed my foreskin and a long line of precum glinted in the sun, running down to the curls of hair on my belly, just below my belly button.
"You're a handsome one," Jim whispered, "and I think I'd like to get to know you a whole lot better this afternoon."
He moved his hand down my shoulder and across my chest, fingering the thick curls of hair in the center of my chest, and my thickening, aching nipples. I leaned back, pushing my chest forward a bit, giving him more of a playing field. He took his time, and that was fine with me. His hand was warm, his calloused fingers tender, but hungry as he caressed my eager nips, and the muscles of my chest.
His head moved closer to me, and I pulled his head closer, finding his bearded lips with my moustache and my tongue, and tasted him, long and sweet, savoring the kiss. There was a hint of the beer from lunch, and a slight taste of chocolate, mixed with the thick spicy taste of a man on a warm summer day. He smelled earthy, a bit sweaty and hot, and I caught a whiff of that lusty sweat that a man sweats from his pits and his crotch, when his cock is hard and he's getting ready to cum. It's the smell of lust and horniness and I felt a few drops collect in my own pits. I wanted him now, real bad, and I felt my cock harden and begin to pulse a bit, in time with my heartbeat. My balls rose in their furry sack, and all I wanted now was to shoot my load.
Yet, I took my time. We had the whole afternoon and I didn't want to rush, despite what my cock was telling me. I could wait a while, and I wanted to let Jim cum first, to know what it was like to lay with a man and feel the rise of his jism in his balls, and to writhe and thrust and feel everything his cock wanted to feel, before he exploded in his own ecstasy, his first time with another man.
Time stopped, as Jim and I kissed, and then took our time exploring each other, in every way. Thick curls of sweaty hair, and wet crevices, and hard, aching nipples, and hungry muscles, and skin just wanting to be stroked and felt and rubbed, again and again. And balls wanted to be cupped in hard, calloused palms, and the hard thicknesses of lust filled cocks pulsing high above bellies and furry crotches. And cockheads wet and dripping with juices, mixing with sweat and saliva dripping from eager, hungry tongues and wet hairy lips. And whiskers against thighs and the tender spots of skin and nerves underneath ball sacks, and butt holes winking and opening a bit, meeting fingers and saliva.
Jim matched me move for move, his sighs and moans telling me he was with me every step of the way, as he slowly climbed his mountain, rising towards his orgasm, slow and sure. He spread his butt cheeks wide for me, welcoming my touch, responding to my fingers, probing his virgin hole, as I touched and fondled every inch of his bare naked skin.
I took him deep in my mouth, feeling his hot, rock hard cock, pulsing with his blood and thrust by his lean, muscular hips and butt, the thick hair of his crotch pushing deep against my beard, his balls bouncing stiff and hungry against my chin. A torrent of his pre-cum filled my mouth and ran down my chin, soaking my beard and wettening his belly. I felt his chest and his belly flex and turn hard, his hands gripping my thighs, his shoulders hard against me, as his cum rose fast and hard into his cock. He moaned and cried, his chest sweaty against my belly, as thick spurts of his seed exploded out of his cockhead, filling my mouth with his pearly flood, until I could take no more of his juice, and his belly was awash with his first cum of the day. My nose filled with the yeasty, salty smell of his seed, mixed with his lusty sweat from his furry pits and the flexed muscles of his manly chest.
His breath was ragged and deep and for a few minutes, the only sound in the meadow was the sounds of his wet crotch thrusting into my face, his moans telling of his release and, then, his slowly softening breath. His once-hard cock softened a bit, and slowly slid from my soaked lips, and I felt it fall back to his belly, wet and slimy with the last few drops of his cum.
We paused for a few minutes, as I silently celebrated Jim's first cumming with a man, wondering how he felt now, giving all of himself to his new lover, his man. And, my questions were answered soon enough, in Jim's own way. No words were spoken, but his hand moved slowly up my bare thigh, and his fingers grasped my balls and then my cock. And, then, Jim began to make love to me, quietly, softly. And, soon I was on the grass, looking up at him, sweaty and muscular, as his mouth moved down my belly and took in my cock, his tongue slowly licking the rim of my cockhead, until I was nearly over the edge. And, then he moved on, slurping my balls and taking one and then the other deep into his mouth, slowly, tenderly sucking on each nut, as I felt the heat of his mouth and the wet, loving touch of his tongue, again and again.
And, he rode me, higher and higher, until I was writhing and moaning and flailing around, lost in his taking of me deep in his mouth, until I could take no more, and came, deep and hard. I fire hosed him with my seed, drenching his mouth and covering his goatee with my seed, and I moaned and cried out, calling his name, my fingers embedded in the steely muscle of his shoulder.
We lay there, side by side, for a long time, unable to speak, not knowing what words to say. And, then, we started again, exploring each other, again, finding new places of joy, new ways to express what we felt. And, we came again, nearly at once, as we found each other's rhythms and each other's needs, and rode hard together until we could move no more, our balls drained, our cocks limp, sated, and calm.
The sun had moved closer to the west, and we took a leisurely swim in the river, washing off the sweat and the cum of our afternoon, until we were cool and clean, refreshed enough to begin the trip down the river. We didn't say much on the way back, Jim's grin and sighs every time I looked at him telling me he'd found his pleasure with me that afternoon, and it was something we both wanted to keep going.
Jim was going to spend the night with me, he said. He wanted to see how I lived, where I slept. He said he had a million questions, but I couldn't answer them with words. And later that night, after we watched the sun set over the river, back on my deck, he took my hand and pulled me up the stairs. There was more we were going to do that night, more for him to learn. He wanted to get started. And, so did I.
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.