Escapade on Loudon Heights

David and I were climbing the winding forested trail to the summit of Loudon Heights, a hill top that overlooks historic Harper's Ferry near the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers. It's early autumn but the weather is still quite warm. The day reminds me of June in Boston where I grew up before moving to the south.

David Sykes, my boyfriend, is a native of Virginia. Though not from this particular region, the 26 year old had hiked this area a few times.

I had moved to Petersburg a year ago and had set eyes on him a few days afterward at a lounge called Enigma. We watched the DRAG queens from a table near the stage and commented on them. We listened to the Karaoke singers, some of whom weren't bad. Others were terrible. He engaged me in conversation that night about a variety of topics.

Before parting company that night we had exchanged contact information. He turns out to live in an apartment not far from the apartment which I had taken. That's an enormous stroke of good fortune.

Sunday evening, two days after meeting him in Enigma, we went on our first real date. After dining on seafood we took a late night stroll in Poplar Lawn park where we kissed under the full moon. It was our first kiss.

By mid afternoon on that autumn we had reached the summit after a grueling hike. I took a Poland Spring from my back pack and took big gulps, as did he. A Civil War buff, David proceeded to describe in quite a bit of detail the Confederate victory that captured the arsenal of Harper's Ferry below us.

"General Lee was invading Maryland. He wanted to boost his army's morale plus he didn't want a Federal garrison in his rear."

Sometimes looking at the hunky six-footer is enough to make this boy horny as hell. I could not take my eyes off him as he gave me the history lesson. He knew that my eyes had shifted downward to take in his concealed manhood.

He paused after finishing the sentence about General Lee's strategic objectives. A second later he took both my hands between us. His eyes held my eyes for perhaps two seconds then our lips met. The sound of the kiss raced through the forest.

"let's get naked and do it here on the mountain."

Though my suggestion was made in jest, he pulled his shirt off and opened his zipper.

Though I laughed, we did shed our clothes. I lay on my back in the grass and rested right leg on David's shoulder. In this asymmetric hip position his large cock slid to my prostate making the contact off center.

My grunts masked my pleasure. In a breathy whisper I urged him to "do me"

Within seconds of his initial thrust my own dick had stiffened against my pelvis. I closed my hand around that 5.5-inch shaft.

In less than a minute the rapid pumping motion caused it to ejaculate while my boyfriend's cock was touching my prostate.

When we finally broke off the action after perhaps two minutes neither of us wanted to get dressed. He helped me to my feet and I pulled him into liplock again, this time fondling his manhood.

Only the distant sound of hikers prompted us to climb into our clothes as quickly as we could. As they came into view they missed seeing gay men naked by just seconds.

I shot a glance at David. He shot it back. Close call was our unspoken comment.

We knew when we set out for the mountains that we're unlikely to get home before dark. The drive back to Petersburg is about 3 hours.

We came back to our hotel and stretched out on one bed even though there are two beds in the room.

For the first time since we became a couple I spoke freely about my former home town in the suburbs and trips to the city.

"What made you move to Virginia?"

"I came here with a friend after he and I graduated college. I guess it put a spell on me."

"This place has that effect."

I spoke about going to college for veterinary medicine in Northeastern University.

"I became very attached to a Golden Retriever named Custer. He died when I was 17. He's the reason I became a vet."

David put a kiss on my mouth. I returned it.

He spoke about growing up in this state. I had heard much of that story but I didn't mind hearing it again.

"When did you realize that you're gay?"

"At puberty," he replied, then spoke freely.

"When I started middle school I had a huge crush on my then best friend. His name was Phillip."

"Did you guys ever kiss," I asked.

"He was straight, so no."

"Bummer."

"Tell me about it."

As it so often does the urge to rub one out struck me. He's allowed to watch my show. I resisted the urge for a while.

"How did you choose the name 'Custer' for your pet?"

I hesitated for a second. "I became interested in the Indian Wars when I was 9. The name was intended as a memorial to the Colonel."

"You named your pet after a commander who got his entire force wiped out?"

"I did, didn't I."

A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth as the phrase hung between us.

The urge finally overpowered me. Within a minute my clothes and underwear landed on the floor. Masturbating in his presence is nothing new. Usually his dick is inside me while I'm doing it. My dick soon hardened and became fully erect. I returned to bed with my hand closed around the 5.5 inch shaft.

David watched me pumping my left hand. I was determined to bring on an orgasm.

I happened after about 3 minutes. My finger tracked through the line of cum beside my navel then slid to my pubic hair where more cum had landed.

Not wanting my dick to soften, I stroked again, this time with loose grip.

"You should jerk off again," he quipped.

A few seconds elapsed then my grip tightened.

"Go for it," he urged.