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It can sound stupid, but it isn't. We were missing our visits to Snowway. We had been so busy taking care of Jacob and our respective businesses, that we forgot completely about our previous visits to Snowway. It was a fact as well that the winter had kicked in with force and in most places it was freezing cold and snow was preventing easy access to anywhere. Nonetheless, Mike and I had both that urge to go to Snowway. It seemed surreal to say that we had the sensation the rock was calling us, but we both felt like it was just that. Mike checked the situation of the roads between our home and the rock. It was not going to be easy, but Mike's SUV was a 4x4 and he was confident that we could make it. We also had to prepare ourselves for the three hour hike to reach the place. It was risky, but doable. When one day, at the moment to wake-up, we could see through the windows that we had a blue sky and a bright sunshine, we didn't hesitate. Warm clothing and good waterproof walking shoes were our main concern. We had no idea if the river would be frozen or not, but we took quite some empty glass bottles with us.
The road that Mike knew by heart, was better than what he feared. He parked the car and we started our hike hand in hand as we had done in the past. The air was freezing cold, but the sunshine gave us the necessary warmth. The first surprise we had, was to find the river was not completely frozen. The water was accessible in a few places and we knew we would be able to fill our bottles when we returned to the car. We walked on and reached the path that lead us to the clearing in the woods. What we saw in the clearing was stunning. There was no snow at all and even the temperature was definitely higher. We felt it. I was soon followed by Mike when I took off my coat and other protections against the cold. The closer we got to the rock, the warmer we got. When we touched the rock we looked at each other because it was radiating a heat that was not normal in winter. Despite the time of the year and the cold we had experienced during our hike, we started to undress. When we had just our underwear on, Mike pushed me against the rock. The energy we felt was extraordinary and Mike dropped to his knees and pulled my underwear down so that I was completely naked. He quickly removed his last piece of clothing as well and pressed his body against mine, kissing me with passion.
The unreal fact of being naked in nature in winter and not feeling the slightest cold was fueling us with extra energy. Just like the previous times, the kisses were a lot more intense and it was as if our mouths were glued together, with our tongues dancing in them. My arms were wrapped around Mike's neck and I pulled him to me as strongly as I could. He had his arms around my waist with his hands on my buttocks, kneading them with gusto. The energy of this phallus-formed rock made us having hard-ons even harder than they ever were before and grinding against each other. The skin-to-skin contact woke up our nerve-endings through our whole body, from head to toes. To describe what was happening is difficult as we had the strange sensation that our feelings became stronger by the minute. We were breathing each other's air and drinking each other's saliva. Wherever our hands reached, the skin reacted with goosebumps, erecting every hair on arms and other places. I was shuddering, not from the cold, but from pure ecstasy Mike was provoking with his touch. I loved my husband like I had never loved before in my life and when he was touching me I felt so blessed to have him at my side. I just hoped he was feeling the same with me.
I was still with my back against the warm rock when Mike started to travel down my body, gently sucking the tender flesh between my ears and collarbone, making me close my eyes and caressing his shoulders and back. He traveled slowly, taking his time to reach my nipples that he was biting softly, just enough to make them stand erect and proud on my chest. When he got on his knees, my hands played with his abundant hair, letting the silk feeling glide through my fingers. I could feel his hot breath on my pubes and his tongue leaving a trail of spit on my skin. His gentle attack on my hard manhood sent another wave of pleasure through my body and when he finally opened his mouth and engulfed my cock, I was gasping for air. The way he had to swirl his tongue over my cock-head made my toes curl. He softly let his hands roam over my nether region, pulling on my balls while sucking my rod into his throat. One hand went between my legs and I felt his fingers going slowly between my buttocks till one digit teased my puckered hole.
My knees went weak with what he was doing to me and I had to find some support on his shoulders, till it became too difficult to keep standing up. I wanted to lay on the ground, still with my back against the rock as I didn't want to lose the contact. Once I was laying the way I wanted, Mike turned around and we were laying on our sides in a 69 position. I admit I was hungry for his cock and I quickly had it in my mouth, servicing Mike like I knew he liked, going up and down on his shaft. I knew I had the right rhythm once he started to moan and mimicking my actions. That was always Mike's intention, to give me as much pleasure as he could and he was more than succeeding in it. For a lot of people it was just a sexual action, but for us it was a real communion of hearts and souls through the physical contact. The mutual gift of our precum was always a highlight of our physical intercourse. I just loved to taste him and if the way he treated my manhood was any indication, he loved it as much as me. I could feel the sucking of his mouth on my cock, feeling he tried to drain me till the last drop and I was more than happy to give it to him.
We became specialists of edging. We were sucking each other till we felt we were almost pushing the other over the edge. Then, we would slow down our actions so that it would not end too quickly. When we made love like we were doing at the foot of the rock, we wanted it to last a very long time. We enjoyed each other so much! It was certainly not that we got tired of having each other in our mouths, but there were other parts of our bodies that screamed for attention as well. We were both versatile and we could enjoy feeling the other inside of us, whatever position we were in. The only thing that was imperative for me when we made love there, was to not lose contact with the gigantic rock. Mike knew that instinctively and pushed me against it although he was sucking me feverishly and searching my private entrance with his fingers. I opened my legs wide to give him a better access and make him understand it was an open invitation to come in. But once again he took his time, sucking my cock, licking my balls and softly pulling on my scrotum. When my cock slipped out of his mouth, he stood up, pulling me with him to my feet and pressing the front of my body against the rock and pressing his chest against my back. I wrapped my arms around the big stone phallus as far as they could reach, hugging the rock. Once again, the energy overwhelmed me almost as much as Mike's love.
I could feel Mike's cock at my entrance. His hips were already doing the in and out movements, although he was not in me yet, just teasing my hole with little thrusts. I relaxed. My ass-muscles tried to grip his cock-head, but with his movements it was impossible. I was about to beg him to enter me when a stronger push of his hips made him invade my hole completely, up to the hilt. Mike pushed the air out of my longs with this powerful thrust and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my asscheeks. Once in, he didn't move for a while, letting me adjust to his manhood and feeling the upcoming pleasure. I was on cloud nine. Feeling his throbbing member nestled between my buttocks was so marvelous. Our entwined fingers caressed the rock and Mike nibbled at my neck and earlobes. When he slowly started to move again, I could actually feel his love for me. I felt so special in his arms. My cock was rubbing on the warm stone and my balls were preparing themselves to spurt a huge load, my scrotum shrinking into my lower region. Mike's movements were slow but determined and each push in was reaching deeper and deeper. I moaned, making my whole body shudder by the strong vibrations coming from my throat. He maintained the steady rhythm, not going faster nor slower, just deep in and almost completely out. He had such a control over his body and I enjoyed it more every time if that was possible. He knew how to reach all the spots inside that would bring me to a tremendous climax.
But Mike was feeling I was almost there and he thrusted less deep till he sensed my orgasm was subsiding although he didn't stand still a single instant. I knew he was almost there and I used my ass-muscles to grip his cock on every outgoing movement. His breath was ragged and soon I could feel the spasm of his cock in my love tunnel. He was depositing his seed deep inside of me. Surprisingly, I didn't ejaculate at the same time and it seemed to be that it was his purpose. Once the last drop of semen was in me, he pulled his cock out and made us switch places. Once he was plastered against the rock, I penetrated him and felt the warmth of his hole on my manhood. I tried to control my movements like he had done, but it was hard to do so. Being inside of him was always such a great experience, but it always pushed me over the edge far too quickly. I tried hard to maintain my rhythm. Feeling his ass squeeze my cock was sending me to heaven and bringing me back. I knew if I was going any faster, I would come right away and I wanted it to last, but it was too much for me. My scrotum shrunk, my balls retracted inside my body and my heartbeat was at the speed of light. I closed my eyes and threw my head backwards when with a strong thrust inside his hole, I lived an extraordinary orgasm, making my fluids fill his bowels. Even after ejaculating so hard, my cock didn't deflate immediately and I stayed still, inside of him, while my breath and heartbeat calmed down.
We stayed like that for quite some time, not moving, feeling the energies flowing through our bodies and enjoying the afterglow of tremendous sexual height, while caressing the places we could reach and expressing the deep love we had for each other. When my cock deflated enough and plopped out of his ass, Mike turned around and we shared the most romantic and passionate kiss. When we broke the kiss, we looked in each other's eyes and we could see only love, but at the same time and simultaneously we both pronounced the same word: "Jacob". We looked quizzically at each other, surprised of what we said.
-I think the rock tells us something, I said.
-Yes, indeed, Mike said. I think it wants us to bring Jacob here... with Blake?
-Yes, I think so, but I have the feeling we have to bring them here and let them discover the rock on their own. We will have to wait next to the river. It will be a time for them alone here.
-It won't be easy to explain them why we will bring them here. Let's be honest... tell someone you will take them to a rock in a clearing in the woods and that they won't come out the same... Really?
I could understand what Mike was telling me. We dressed and started to walk back to the car after filling our glass bottles with water of the river as well as drinking directly from it. It was so difficult to believe that only a short distance away we were naked in nature and now walking through the snow. Of course, we were more than happy that we did the trip and we promised ourselves to not wait so long for our next visit.
We hesitated to give the complete explanation to Jacob and Blake. If, instead of seeing the web page (that had disappeared), somebody had just told us about the rock, we didn't know if we would have believed it. Any rational mind would put our sanity in doubt. Try to explain to anybody that we could be naked in nature in the heart of the winter and not being cold. Try to explain that the water of a river healed Mike of the nodules he had on his vocal cords. There was nothing logic in whatever we would tell anybody. Jacob and Blake were very good friends, but they were also very rational. What could we do? Would it be best to shut up and just take them there? Or was it best to at least try to explain why we were taking them there? Neither Mike nor I knew what was the best solution. What we did know was that we had the feeling the rock was asking us to bring them. We had received so many positive energy and sensations, that it was a request we could not refuse.
When we reached home, Jacob and Blake were sitting in the living room. We could detect a quizzical look on their faces when we came in.
-Where have you been? Jacob asked... you are beaming. If you tell me you have won the lottery, I will believe you!
Mike and I looked at each other, wondering if that was the perfect opening to talk about our afternoon. Was it the ideal moment to talk about the various visits we had paid to the rock? We had no idea, but we couldn't let the chance go by. When on top of that Jacob told us Mike had a serious migraine, we knew just what to do. I took one of the bottles of river water we had brought and served him a glass, insisting he should drink it right away.
-I have already taken some medication for my migraine, but it doesn't seem to help. I don't think a glass of water will help me any further Blake said.
Mike insisted firmly for Blake to drink at least two glasses full and that we would talk in about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile we went to our bedroom to change clothes and afterwards to the kitchen to empty our backpacks. When we came back to the living room, Blake and Jacob were in an animated conversation. I knew what it was to have migraine and Blake was not acting accordingly. I couldn't help to ask him if he felt better. He looked at Jacob, surprised and not being able to believe what he was feeling as apparently his migraine had gone. That, in itself, was for us the clue we needed to talk about our regular visits to Snowway. Mike and I alternated in telling our story, or better said, our experiences. They looked at us in total disbelieve. We didn't avoid any detail, not even the sexual ones.
Blake had to admit his migraine had never gone so fast. In normal circumstances, he would have gone to his place, shutting the curtains and avoid any light and laying down on his bed, trying (not always successfully) to sleep, patiently waiting the tremendous headache would go away. The migraine he had not even fifteen minutes ago, was gone, completely. He even asked if we had put something in his drink. That was when we explained the virtue of the water of the river nearby the rock. Now, if you remember well, Blake had some medical background as a physiotherapist. He was not a doctor and not even a nurse, but nonetheless, he had to face reality and admit he had never felt so well after a migraine. Mike gave him the bottle of water he had used to serve the two glasses.
-Empty this bottle when you are thirsty. After emptying, I wouldn't be surprised your migraine will not come back any time soon, but please, keep that remedy to yourself. It is a very special gift.
We had the feeling Blake wanted to laugh, but refrained himself when he saw how serious Mike was telling him that. To make his point even more clear, Mike told him the problems he had had with the nodules in his throat and the results after drinking the water from the river. Blake looked flabbergasted and his rational mind was hesitant to believe what Mike told him, but his disappeared migraine incited him to forget the rationality of the facts for a moment. When the reality seeped in Jacob's and Blake's mind, they had like a million questions about the place and everything we had lived there. We patiently told them everything to the best of our abilities.
To say they were convinced right away, would not be correct. They had their doubts and as I said, a million questions. Even Jacob, who had sequelae after the car accident, asked if we thought those pains would disappear as well with the water we were serving. We didn't know about that, but there were quite some chances they would indeed go away, either by drinking it or by bathing in it. If they were not convinced yet, they were certainly curious about that place that we called magical.
The day we took them to Snowway, we had two very excited guys in the back of the car. Blake was very concerned about the fact we said it was a three hour hike. He was not sure Jacob could do that. Yes, he had healed quite well and for a daily use of his legs it was all right, but a three hour hike was something totally different and after two hours walking, we had to stop and rest. Blake massages Jacob legs during that pause. When reaching the river, Jacob was in pain again and we could just hope the water would give him some relieve. Sitting down on the edge of the running water, Jacob took off his shoes and socks and let his legs soak in the fresh water. Was it the fact the water was cool or was it the magic of the river? We didn't know but the pain that was visible on his face almost immediately disappeared. We didn't make any comment about it, but it was obvious he was thinking about the day Blake's migraine had vanished in a very short time. We indicated them the direction they had to follow and to keep an open mind. If the magic we had felt was absent for them, it would certainly do no harm at all. We went with them through the forest till we could see the clearing through the threes. We then stopped and let them continue on their own. We had no idea if they would have a similar experience to ours, but decided to sit down and wait. If our suspicion was right, it would take them some time before they would be back and told them not to worry about us. We watched them walk away and we noticed Jacob was not limping like he did when we arrived at the river. I looked at Mike and could sense he was thinking the same.
While waiting for their return, Mike and I sat down at the foot of a three. The serenity of the forest was coming over us... or was it an extension of the rock's magic? Whatever it was, it felt great to sit there and enjoy each other's company, sometimes talking, sometimes in a comfortable silence. Our imagination could see our two friends at the foot of the rock and that made us horny. It didn't take us long to be as naked as the day we were born and making love. The magic of the place, once again, overwhelmed us and the physical expression of our inner feelings was intense. We were that busy that we didn't realize the time was flying by at an incredible speed. We were just putting our clothes back on when we saw Jacob and Blake coming back from the clearing. Just one look at their faces and we knew they had indeed experienced the magic of the rock. They were beaming like a bright sunshine through a cloudy sky. We didn't have to ask them, is was too obvious. Even the way they held hands was... closer. Their bond seemed to be stronger. We had a group hug and we felt the energies flowing from one person to the other. There were some kisses, too and even if we had just orgasmed, we all had boners once again. We didn't act on it, but we felt them.
On our way back, we stopped once again at the river and Jacob didn't hesitate to take off his shoes and socks and enter the cold water. Meanwhile we filled all the empty glass bottles we had with us. We had advised Jacob and Blake to bring some as well and they had listened to us. The walk back went on eventless and Jacob reached the car without limping at all. We were happy for him. We didn't know how high his pain limit was, but seeing him with a smile on his face and not limping, told us enough. Mike drove us back to the house. In the car there was a comfortable silence. I knew Jacob and Blake were deep in thoughts like we had been after our first visit.
Once home, Jacob and Blake told us about their experience without insisting too much on the sexual details although they admitted they had been naked most of the time. Just like we did, they felt the intensity of their lovemaking increased to new heights. The energy of the rock had reached their hearts and the way they expressed their feelings towards each other. It was endearing to see how they held hands the whole time and looked at each other as if they had just discovered their mutual love. The best way to describe it, would be that they were reborn in their love. I guessed we were the same after our first visit to Snowway, but there was nobody to witness it. We advised them to keep Snowway as secret as possible and to take friends there only if they had the feeling the rock was asking for it.
-Is that why you took us there?
-Yes, indeed, it is. At our last visit we had that sensation, an almost telepathic message. That rock has given us so much and when we received the signals to take you there, we couldn't refuse the request. I hope you won't be disappointed if we tell you that we wouldn't have taken you there if we had not received the message. The place is sacred and secret. What you receive there is something really special and not really to be shared with anyone, except if you are invited to do so. Please, respect the place.
-You have our word for it. Just like you explained, we felt how special the place was and we know it is not given to everybody to experience the energy that rock irradiates. For us it was a first visit and we know you have been there more than once. We will respect what you are telling us, but above all, we want to thank you for sharing something so special.
The friendship bond we had with them seemed to be even stronger and that included, of course, the mutual respect we had for each other. Together with Darren and Markus, but also with Laura and Steve, we had very pleasant evenings at home and the ones that were specialized in cooking were constantly amazing us with delicious meals. Having eight people around the table was nothing special anymore. In winter time we would sit inside with the chimney giving us a cosy warmth. In summertime it would be on the terrace and often barbecue. It even became common that we were missing something if a couple could not attend to our gatherings.
We felt so blessed and fortunate. It is not common to have eight people agreeing with each other all the time, but we did. Steve was not feeling uncomfortable when surrounded by only gays and Laura. He was so full of attentions to her and always called her "My Queen". When they announced Laura was pregnant, he became really over-protective and taking care of her as never before. It was endearing.
Jacob graduated with honors as graphic designer and the job offers were coming in on a regular basis. We were really proud of him. His relationship with Blake was going strong. Darren and Markus were more than ever in love with each other and were even thinking about adopting a child. At last they could afford it thanks to a promotion Darren had received at the hotel.
We knew that Jacob would leave the house at one point, but we were not looking forward to it. We were so used to it to have him around and when Blake and he announced they were going to buy a house together, we knew we would be on our own again.
Nonetheless, we were so happy for all our friends to have the life they wanted. We certainly had a great life of our own. We went to Snowway on a regular basis and it fulfilled our minds and hearts. Yes, Mike and I had waited twenty years to find each other. It had been worth waiting for.
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