Mountain Man: Part Two

(Takes up where Part One ends.)

It was still warm and sunny when I got back to my cabin, so I got myself a beer and sat on the deck.

Just to be clear, I wasn't feeling guilty about having done something sexual with a guy. It was not, as the saying goes, my first rodeo.

Back in college, I'd gotten drunk one night with my roommate, and we wound up watching porn together. Naturally we both got hardons. When he suggested jacking off I said no at first, but he kept asking and eventually wore me down.

At his suggestion we took off our pants and sat on the couch with our backs against the armrests, legs almost but not quite touching. I remember how exciting it was to watch another guy masturbate, and to match him stroke for stroke. We both came fast and hard, and I nearly doubled over from the intensity of the experience.

After that night we beat off together several times. We never went so far as to touch each other, though I sensed we both wanted to. I couldn't work up the nerve to suggest it, and I guess he couldn't either.

I'd had no further experiences with guys after that, but I did think of my roommate from time to time and occasionally beat off at the memory of our encounters. And while I thought of myself as a straight person, I was honest enough to admit that I still had a flicker of interest in gay sex.

All this came to mind again as I sat on the deck, sipping my beer. I had gotten hard again, so I got my cock out and wanked to a second orgasm. Without bothering to clean up I lay back and closed my eyes, and soon I fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, very hungry. The cum from my second wank had dried on my shirt, so I went inside to change.

Dinner was steak, salad and a hunk of garlic bread. When I went back outside afterward it had cooled considerably, so I headed back in and built a fire in the fireplace. I sat in front of it for a long time, sipping scotch and thinking about what might happen when I saw MIke the next week.

Once again I got hard, and before I went to bed I jacked off for the third time that day.

"Well," I thought. "Here we are."

*****

Needless to say, it was a long week. I struggled to stay focused at work, distracted frequently by thoughts of Mike.

I had visions of him undressing by the stream, of his thick cock hardening before my eyes, of his hand moving up and down his shaft, of cum shooting out of his slit. Every time this happened my dick would start to harden, and I'd have to hide behind my desk until it went away.

I jacked off a lot, too. I wasn't crazy enough to do it at work, but the urge got the better of me one night after when I was having drinks with some colleagues. When I got to my car afterward I whipped out my cock and did it right there in the dark parking lot. I had to wipe cum off the steering wheel.

Afterward I felt stupid and ashamed.

You need to get a grip.

When Friday finally came I threw my stuff in the car and headed up to the cabin. I got hardons off and on all evening, and I wanted nothing more than to have a wank, but I managed not to succumb to the temptation. In some weird way I was "saving" myself for Mike.

Holy fuck, what has gotten into me?

The next day I was nervous as a cat, pacing around the cabin, picking things up and putting them down, starting little projects and failing to finish them.

It occurred to me that I didn't know exactly what time I'd encountered Mike the week before, so I couldn't be certain when he'd appear today. In fact, I couldn't be certain he'd appear at all; he could easily have had second thoughts, or something could have prevented him from coming. I tried not to think of those possibilities.

It was about 2 o'clock when I decided I couldn't wait any longer and headed down to the stream. It was another warm day, but the forecast had said it likely would rain later in the afternoon. I hoped the clouds would stay away long enough for Mike and me to do whatever we were going to do.

When I got to the pool I stripped off my clothes and lay down on the rock, letting the sun warm my skin. It wasn't long before I heard someone coming down the path on my side of the stream.

For a moment I worried that someone other than Mike was coming to fish in the pool, so I was relieved when he emerged from the trees.

Suddenly I was very excited.

"Hey," I said, smiling. "Glad you could make it."

He looked at my growing cock and said, "Wouldn't have missed this for the world."

Two seconds later he was naked, and again I was mesmerized by the sight of his swollen cock.

He sat down next to me, close enough that his knee touched mine. I felt a little thrill go through me.

As if on cue, we both lay down on our sides again, facing each other. Precum was already dripping from the end of his dick. I was shaking from excitement.

We took hold of our cocks and started stroking. But after a few strokes MIke reached over, pushed my hand away and took my cock in his hand.

I let out a gasp. It was the first time another guy had ever touched my dick, and it was a moment I will never forget.

"Lie on your back," he said.

I did. He moved closer, propped himself on one elbow and adjusted his grip. Then he started stroking.

I noticed immediately how different it felt to have a man's hand on my cock instead of a woman's.

Women sometimes act as if they're afraid of your dick; their grip is tentative, careful. Mike was more forthright: He started slowly, then gradually moved to a steadier pace. His eyes were riveted on my dick, and it was obvious that he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. He glanced up, and when our eyes met he smiled.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"Fucking great," I said.

I closed my eyes, trying to shut out every sensation but that of his touch.

Then I felt him shuffle closer, pressing his cock against my side. It was rock-hard and slick with precum.

Holy fucking shit.

I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm.

I opened my eyes, put my hand on his hand.

"Let me try."

"Sure," he said.

He let go of me and rolled onto his back. I propped myself on one elbow, reached over and wrapped my fingers around his dick.

Oh, wow.

As amazing as it had felt to have Mike's hand on my cock, it was even more amazing to have my hand on his. The skin of his shaft was soft and smooth, but he was hard as steel underneath. Precum was pouring out of his slit. I caught the bleachy smell of semen, and my dick gave a twitch.

I started stroking, a little more aggressively than he had stroked me, and he moaned quietly.

It thrilled me to know I was giving him pleasure.

My own cock was aching. I pressed it against his side and made little humping motions with my hip.

That must have given him an idea, for he suddenly pushed my hand away from his cock and turned back toward me.

Our cocks touched, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

"Oh my God," I said.

Mike threw an arm over me, pulled me close and ground his cock against mine, smearing his precum on my dick.

Suddenly he gave a heave and rolled on top of me with our cocks still touching.

"Oh my God," I said again.

He started moving, sliding his cock against mine. I wrapped my arms around him, then gripped him by the shoulders.

I did what I could from underneath to meet his thrusts.

We were both grunting and moaning now.

I felt Mike's warm breath on my shoulder, my neck, my ear.

I turned my head slightly. Our faces were close together.

We looked at each other. A silent message passed between us.

The next thing I know we were kissing.

Talk about your jolt of electricity.

Not once in my life, not in my wildest fancies, not in my most erotic dreams, had I ever imagined kissing a guy. But when Mike put his lips on mine, something clicked in me.

For a moment we stopped grinding, testing out this new thing, this kiss between men.

It started out lightly, cautiously. I felt the stubble on his upper lip and chin, and smelled something like aftershave on his skin.

He opened his mouth, I opened mine, and he slipped his tongue between my lips. The kiss became more passionate. It felt like we were trying to devour each other.

Mike started grinding against me again. Again I matched his thrusts, one for one.

Suddenly he broke the kiss. For a moment I thought something was wrong. Then he made a gasping noise and I knew he was about to cum.

It didn't take long. Two, three more thrusts, a long, low groan and his body gave a single great jerk.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned into my ear.

I felt a gush of hot liquid on my dick.

That sent me over the edge. My cock twitched and I shot, hard. I think I cried out.

My cock jerked again. I fired another shot, and then a third. Meanwhile Mike was grinding against me and and moaning and gushing cum between us.

How long this went on I don't know; it felt like ages. But finally we both stopped moving, and the only sound I heard was his deep breathing.

Finally he rolled off me and onto his back. Then, after a second, he scooted closer so our sides were touching. He laid a hand on my hip.

"Jesus God, that was incredible," he said.

I could only mumble my agreement.

A minute or so went by with neither of us saying anything.

I raised my head. My whole midsection glistened with our mingled cum. I glanced over at Mike; he was equally wet.

I lay back down. I felt like I should say something, that we should talk about what had just happened, but for the moment I was too overwhelmed to think.

I shivered slightly. The wind was rising. I looked up; dark clouds hovered over the high ridge to the west.

I sat up and turned to look at Mike. His dick, still half-hard, lolled against his stomach.

He sat up, and our eyes met. He spoke first.

"This is weird, what we're doing, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah, when you come down to it," I said. "But the thing is, that was some of the best sex of my entire life."

He smiled.

"I liked it, too," he said. "A lot."

He got up and waded into the water. I followed, wincing at the cold.

We washed the cum off our bodies, went back to shore and dressed.

I looked up again; the clouds were closing in.

"We should get inside," I said. "Want to come up to my cabin, have a beer or something?"

"I'd better not," he said. "I told my wife I was going for a walk, and if I'm not back soon she'll start to wonder what's up "

Funny, I hadn't noticed till this moment he was wearing a wedding ring.

My next thought was, "I just had sex with this guy, and I don't know a single thing about him."

"I feel like we should talk," I said.

He thought for a moment, then said, "You live in the city?"

"Yes," I said, and told him where.

"That's not far from me, actually," he said.

We made arrangements to meet for a drink after work the following Wednesday. Then he gave me his number.

"Don't text anything you wouldn't want my wife to read," he said, shaking my hand..

He turned to go, then turned back to me.

"I really want to do this again," he said.

"So do I."

He turned and walked into the forest. I waited until I heard the last of his footfalls die away, then headed back to my place.

Now I really had something to think about.