What's It Like?
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"What's it like," he said, "to, you know, be with a man?"
"Good," I said. "Real good. Complete. Fills in the missing pieces in my life."
We'd spent the day fishing, and had set up camp along the river, at the far end of a campground. We had the place to ourselves.
I'd fried up some of the trout we'd caught, and along with a can of beans and a salad I'd brought from home. Dinner was complete. There was pie, too, but that was going to wait. We still had a few beers to drink.
The campfire burned low, and we sipped on our beers, watching the sparks fly up, and the logs on the fire slowly turned to coals.
We fell silent, letting that bit of conversation just stay with us. Jake looked into the fire, his face serious. I could feel the wheels turning in his brain, as we both mulled over our words.
I wasn't in a hurry to say anything. The silence felt good. I'd just wait, to see where Jake wanted to go with it.
Me, well, I thought he was a good looking man, and I'd be lying if I didn't have a healthy desire to take him to bed tonight, and show him how it is to make love to another man.
I knew he'd been curious, asking me a few times in the last couple of months about me and what it was like to be gay. I hadn't made a big deal of it at work, not until someone asked me if I liked men or women. They'd seen me at a couple of social functions, with guys, and never a woman.
They'd been curious, and I didn't have anything to hide. Not anymore. I'd hid in the closet for long enough, and now, I was ready to just be me, and live my life in the open. I am who I am, and I'm pretty darned happy about it.
Jake and I both liked to fish, and we talked about it off and on at work. We were assigned to the same project, so we spent a lot of time together, even working late or on weekends this past month, finishing up the project.
Our boss had told us we'd done a great job, and we deserved some time off.
"Two weeks," he said. "Now both of you, get out of here. I don't want to see either one of you. Work hard, now go play hard."
We'd both laughed, not really knowing what to do. We're both workaholics, driven to get things accomplished. Two weeks with no work was something new for both of us.
"Let's get a beer," I said, as we tidied up our cubicles, and reset our e-mail accounts to an automatic reply.
Neither one of us were dating now, and the only thing either one of us had to do was go to work. Now, our boss had kicked us out. The world was ours.
"Let's go fishing," Jake said. "I've got a pickup and camper, and you are apparently the fishing expert."
I laughed, and so did Jake. It didn't take long for us to get our new adventure moving along. And, now, the next day, we'd already had a half-day of fishing, and were living the good life, cooking our trout over the fire and having a beer.
And, talking about sex. Gay sex.
I tossed another stick of firewood on the coals, and we watched the flames grow. Off in the distance, an owl hooted, and the river continued its soothing lullaby.
"Peaceful," I said.
"Yeah. I'm soaking it all up," Jake said.
"I hope I didn't, you know, upset you, asking what it was likeÉ," he said.
"Not at all," I said. "I'm comfortable about talking about it."
"Jeez, I'm not," Jake said. "I'm not good about it at all. I mean, I'm curious, but I don't want to be nosey, or rude."
"You're not," I said. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," Jake said.
"Well, that's a tall order," I said.
We laughed.
A part of me, a growing part of me, wanted to take him to bed and make love to him half the night. But, we were friends, and were going to be together for two weeks. If that wasn't what he wanted, what he wasn't ready for, then I'd risk killing our friendship. I'd really screw him over; maybe even destroy him, and his ability to ever be comfortable with who he is, and be the man he really wants to be.
And, I knew enough about guys who were coming out, at least to themselves; a roll in the hay wasn't always the best first step in the journey.
We both stared into the fire, the silence slowing growing its own tension.
"This is hard," I said, finally. "I don't want to offend you, and I don't want to risk our friendship. But, I want to be honest with you. And respectful."
Jake nodded.
"Whatever we do here, I don't want to risk our friendship," I said.
"Neither do I," Jake said. "But, I'm curious, and scared, and excited, all at the same time. I'm a mess."
"Well, I want to stay friends," I said. "But, honestly, I'm attracted to you, in a sexual way. There's a big part of me that wants to take you to bed tonight. But, I also don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to come on to you if you don't want that."
"And I sure don't want to mess up our friendship," I said. "I respect you too much for that."
Jake nodded, and let out a big sigh.
I watched the fire die down, until I reached over and put another couple of sticks of firewood on the embers. Whatever was going to happen tonight was going to take a lot more talk around the fire.
"How about a piece of that pie?" I asked.
Jake agreed, and got up to get the pie out of the cooler, and grabbed a knife, a couple of forks and some paper plates.
The pie slid down nice and easy, and we ate in silence. Even the river seemed to quiet down some, and there was just the occasional pop and snap of the fire to be heard.
We'd found a good campsite by the river. There was just the one campsite here and I was soaking up the quiet sounds of the river, and the occasional owl hooting in the distance.
A guy could actually hear himself think out here, I thought. So peaceful.
We tossed the cleaned up paper plates on the fire, and watched them burn. I could feel the heat on my face, felt the skin reddening. Sweat beaded on my cheek, and I felt the sweat under my arms. All this heat wasn't from the paper turning to ash and drifting up into the trees above us.
My hands trembled a little, and my stomach was tight, even though I'd filled it up with pie. I didn't want to screw any of this up.
It was my turn to let out a big sigh, and stare into the fire.
"Well," Jake said, "I respect you, too. And, I guess I'd like you to show me, and teach me some things. Show me the ropes."
"I'm more than just curious, you know. I've been all knotted up about who I am, sexually," Jake said. "And, I know I like men, that I'm attracted to men. I want to see what its like to make love with a man, and find out if that's really a part of me."
I nodded, and we looked into each other's eyes, finding the unspoken words that came with really trusting someone, and honoring our friendship.
"I'd like that," I said, after the silence had gone on. I was feeling really comfortable with all that, and with what Jake had said.
"But, I want you to feel safe, and comfortable. I want you to feel you can trust me, to respect you, to be tender with you, and not push you into something you don't feel comfortable with, or ready for."
"And, I want you to respect yourself, most of all," I said. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Jake nodded, and let out another big sigh.
"Well," he said, "I suppose we ought to at least get in the camper, and get out of our clothes."
We laughed then, chuckling over our awkwardness, about what was going to happen, and how we each felt about each other and ourselves when we were sipping our coffee around the fire in the morning.
"I think that'd be a grand idea," I said. "We'll go slow, and I'd like you to go first, and take your time getting all of my clothes off. We've got all night, and it's all about having fun, and enjoying ourselves."
"And, you need to let me know if you want to stop, or you don't feel comfortable, or you want to play around and do something a little different," I said. "I'm up for anything you want to try."
2
We straightened up the camp for the night, stashing the couple of beers we'd emptied, and Jake got the coffee pot ready for the morning.
He set the coffee pot on the picnic table and looked out towards the river. The moon was just coming up, and had turned the surface of the river into a shimmering plate of silver light. Mr. Owl hooted again in the distance, and then it was almost silent, except for the river song and my heart thumping in my throat.
I gulped down my nervousness. It was time, and I needed to take the lead here.
I came up behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders, and stood behind him, pulling him into my chest. He felt warm against my shirt, his T-shirt soft against the hard muscles of his shoulders.
He was a fine looking man, muscled and comfortable with himself. My cock swelled and my balls rose in their sack. It was going to be a good evening, getting to know him, and teaching him a lot more about loving.
My hands moved around, sliding against the cotton tight across his chest, his heat warming my hands and feeling nice and cozy as he leaned harder into my chest. I inhaled; taking in the wet smell of the river, smoke from our campfire, and the fresh, spicy smell of this man in my arms, my lover.
"Just relax, now," I said. "Let me lead the way for a while."
Jake nodded, his chest letting go of a big breath of air.
I ran my hand down his belly, finding the hem of his T-shirt, and tugged it upwards. He lifted his arms, as I slid his shirt off, and I eyed the swirls of chest hair and the tufts of fur under his arms.
Sweat pooled under his arms, and shined across his chest and stubbled face. One of my hands went to the center of his chest, the place where the fur was thickest, and I felt his heat, his dampness, his tension.
"Just breathe," I whispered. "We have all night."
My hand found his nipple, surrounded by the thick, curly hair of his naked chest.
I tweaked him, slowly caressing the nub until it was hard, until he sighed.
"Like that?" I whispered.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm liking everything."
The smell of his sweat filled my nostrils, and I could see his chest rise and fall, the skin damp, shiny in the moonlight.
3
I nuzzled the nape of his neck, the whiskers of my beard soft against his skin. I smelled him, again, taking in a deep breath, feeling his strong, muscular back, naked now, against my shirt.
His cheek, stubbled with a second day of whiskers, was damp with new sweat, even though the evening had cooled off, and the coming night air was fresh, clean. I ran a couple of fingers along his cheek, and down along his sandpapery jawline. I lingered there, playing with his whiskers, exploring the contours of his jaw, his chin, and the outline of his two-day moustache.
"I'm liking the unshaven look," I whispered. "I'm hoping you let it grow."
Jake nodded.
"It's one of things I wanted to do on this trip," he said. "I've never let myself grow it out. I've always worried what people would say, that they wouldn't like it."
"I've always thought you'd look good with a beard," I said. "It'll suit you just fine. Just give it some time to grow out."
My hand moved across his chest, until my fingers found his other nipple, naked and open, surrounded by curly, sweat dampened hair. Slowly, I caressed him, until the nipple responded, turning hard against my touch.
"On this trip, you can do what you want," I said. "Anything you want."
Jake gulped, and nodded.
"I'm scared," he said. "Scared you'll think I'm not going to satisfy you, that I won't know what I'm doing, whenÉwhen weÉ"
"Get into bed and fuck?" I said.
He nodded again, a tear running from his eye, down his cheek, and into his newly discovered beard. The nipple under my fingers hardened even more.
"You're going to fuck me," I said. "And, you'll do just fine. We're just going to take it easy, and get to know each other."
My hand moved lower, feeling his damp chest, and the rise and fall of his belly, and the trail of fur that led lower. I followed that trail, until I was interrupted by his belt and his shorts, and the swollen mysteries that were soon to be revealed. He was semi- hard already, and my hand looking for the zipper encouraged him to grow even more.
I loosened his belt, and then slowly unzipped him, his shorts falling to the ground, letting his cock breathe in the early night air and grow some more.
"Going commando, I see," I said, as my fingers explored the hairs at the base of his cock, and the hairy sack that promised a mouthful of his seed later in the night.
"Another new thing I thought I'd try on this trip," Jake said.
His balls filled the palm of my hand, warm and sweaty. The musty, woodsy stench of Jake's manliness filled my nostrils, making me grow harder, hungrier for him. I rolled him slowly with my fingers, feeling his balls tightening, now rising in their sack.
Jake moaned, the words somewhere between a "yes" and my name.
I looked down from his back, down his damp chest breathing in short gulps of air, down to where his cock stood hard, throbbing lightly to the beat of his heart. The moonlight caught the damp sheen of his skin, the hair of his crotch glinting with the night's silver light.
He looked good enough to eat. And that's what I planned to do.
4
Jake turned around then, kicking off his shorts, until he stood, clad only in his shoes, his hands moving up to unbutton my shirt. He took his time, his fingers trembling, as one button after another lay undone, exposing my chest, then my belly to his hands and his hungry eyes.
He pulled my shirt off of my shoulders, and out of my shorts, tossing it onto the table, until we stood, bare chested, and looked into each other's eyes. He pulled me closer, his arms moving around my shoulders, and kissed me then. Hard, yet tender, the fresh whiskers of his new beard rough against me, snagging in my older beard.
"Go ahead," I whispered. "Run your fingers through the hair. Find yourself a nipple and play with it."
I kissed back, my own hands moving down his back, finding the bare cheeks of his ass, until I could pull him tight against my own crotch, until he could feel my own hardness, still confined in my shorts, against his naked, throbbing manhood.
His lips left my mouth for a few minutes, his stubble stiff against my neck, and he found one of my nips, and suckled me. His stubbled whiskers rubbed through my chest hair and I moaned with this new pleasure.
One hand explored his cock and his balls, feeling him tight and hard, my thumb sliding wetly across the tip of his cock, smearing the first drops of his seed across him.
"Oh," he whispered. "That feels so good."
I pulled his head up from my chest, wanting to taste his lips, his mouth again, and feel his whiskers rough against my beard and my lips.
My tongue opened his lips, tasting the salty wetness of his mouth, his slippery, strong tongue. I danced there, inside of him, giving him a taste of what was to come later tonight.
5
"Let's get more comfortable," I whispered.
My hand moved away from his cock and his balls, to his waist, nudging him towards the camper. My swollen cock pushed against my shorts, eager to be rid of the rest of my clothes, eager for Jake's fingers to explore me, to satisfy me.
The fire was nearly out, and now the only light came from the moon, as it danced through the trees and over the water, our bare skin faintly glimmering in the cool night air.
The camper door closed behind us, as Jake pushed me back towards the edge of the mattress and our sleeping bags. His hands held my face close to his, and he kissed me again, his tongue now entering me, probing, then softly caressing my wetness. He stroked my beard, running his hands along my jaw and my chin.
Then, his hands again explored my chest, tweaking a nipple, until he found my belt, loosening my shorts. Strong hands, eager, trembling now with his lust, his excitement, maybe just his nervousness.
"Damn, I can't get it open," he muttered.
I chuckled then, and so did he.
"Let me help," I said. "Let's get these damned clothes out of the way, and get to screwing."
Jake laughed then, and somehow, we both managed to undo my belt and slide my shorts and briefs off my butt, until I, too, was bare assed, exposed and open to Jake's trembling hands.
Together, we fell back, rolling onto the mattress and our sleeping bags, the soft flannel warm against our bare skin. The chill of the evening air by the campfire was soon replaced by the warmth of the camper, and the lusty heat of our nakedness.
I slipped off Jake's shoes and then his socks, and then my own, and pulled him closer to me, side by side. My nostrils filled with the mixture of our sweat and the musty smells of newly freed balls and cocks, aroused and stiff with our mutual hunger.
I took Jake's hand then, my fingers slowly exploring his hand, caressing and massaging each finger, relaxing the tensions in his palm and the meat of his thumb.
He breathed easier, softer, relaxing now in the almost complete darkness of our camper.
"Now, explore me," I whispered. "Take your time, and get to know me."
I held him, an arm around his shoulder, a hand on his belly, as his fingers slowly began to touch me. Tightly at first, and then with softness, his fingers moved across my face, down across my chest, my arms, my belly, along my thighs.
I shifted my weight, opening my thighs, giving him room to run his fingers along my shaft, and cup my balls.
"Play with me," I whispered. "Pleasure me."
He was tender with me, gentle, and sweet. My balls rose high in their furry sack, as he gently caressed me, and slowly stroked me until I ached to cum. He stroked me faster, harder.
"Wait," I whispered, taking his hand in mine, slowing him down.
"You first," I said, chuckling and teasing him with my own hand, as I rolled him on his back, my lips now moving down through the curls of his chest hair, along the treasure trail of his belly, into the thick forest surrounding his cock, laying thick, half hard against the muscles of his thigh.
6
It was a long, slow journey, but in a short while, I was feeling his thick rod against my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat, the hairs of his ball sack snagging in my beard. Spit oozing out of my lips soaked his thick, curly bush and his balls, letting my finger move down underneath him, until I could slowly stroke the thin line dividing his ball sack, and move in slow, deliberate circles around his hole.
My hand caressed his butt cheeks, hairy and firm. I paused here, letting him feel my touch, giving him time to really feel my hand tantalize him with the slow rhythm of his first time with a man.
Jake moaned, deep sighs coming from deep inside his chest, as I slowly, methodically blew him. My wet finger soon found itself inside of him, massaging his prostate, opening up for what would come later this first night together. Sweat poured off his gyrating, thrusting torso, as I cupped and stroked his balls, pushed deep inside of his ass, and tweaked and pulled on his nipples, now hard and aching.
One of his hands found my own cock, fingers sweaty and eager, as he stroked me, his thumb rubbing against my cockhead.
"You feel so good," I whispered. "You're quite the lover."
Jake moaned, his head thrown back against the sleeping bag, his eyes closed. I could see the dark shadowy stubble across his face in the faint moonlight that streamed in the trees and the skylight above us.
I moved a hand up to his face, to caress his new whiskers, letting him feel me touch him. It was a moment of intimacy, connectedness, almost bringing us closer than my attentions I was giving to his balls and his ass, and his now achingly hard cock. We looked into each other's eyes.
He sighed, winking at me.
"I think I'm finding my answers," he whispered.
I could only nod, my mouth stuffed with his throbbing, slippery shaft.
My finger pushed deep inside of him, as I felt his cock swell even more, his cum now just about ready to erupt from his balls, and spew up his shaft, filling my mouth with his seed.
7
His voice filled the small space of the camper, his moans and cries of lust and joy filling my ears, as one last caress from my tongue and short strokes of my fist sent him over the edge.
Pearly white ropes of his seed filled my mouth, and oozed out of my lips, running down my beard, mixing with the sweat that had soaked the thick pelt of curly man fur splayed across his groin and his belly.
His cock, still spewing, still hard, was tight in my fist, now even more slippery with the addition of some of his seed. I was slowly pumping it, as the spasms of his cumming brought even more of his seed spurting out of the end of his pulsing manhood.
Finally, he was finished, the last of his semen clotted in the curls of the hair at the base of his cock. I caressed his balls one more time, the surface of his ball sack now slimed with sperm.
I eased my finger out of his hole, and I used another glob of cum to give one last caress of the thin line of skin behind his balls.
Later that night, we'd be back there, back between his legs, under his balls, Jake and I, as I entered him with my cock, opening him up to my shaft, pleasuring him with my thrusts, skin against slick, spermed hairy skin, balls slapping noisily against balls and slimed ass cheeks. He'd pull back on his thighs, opening himself up to me, as I leaned against him, my naked chest over him, sweat dripping onto his hairy, gasping chest. We would dance together, in our newfound rhythm, bringing us both to yet another climax of our manly love, lovers at last.
Oregon Bear July, 2016