Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 13:48:29 -0700 From: Gordon Sclater Subject: Autumn Dunes Autumn Dunes Wily(.)CEE (c) 1996 Driving along a narrow strip of pavement barely one and a half lanes wide, wind blown strips of sand eddies cross the road in front of us wherever there is a break in the wall of dunes that run alongside the road. My hand rests on the stick shift, yours resting on mine, a blanket draped over your legs to ward off the autumn chill that clings inside the car. You never cease to amaze me, my maGNali, so intuitive, so secure, beyond your fifteen years, my primal nature kept subdued lest that fragile thread of common bond be broken. From the tapedeck, Petshop Boys' "Behavior" fills the inside of the car with mellow words and a soothing rhythm. The dunes have built up to form a trench along which the road follows, the dunes held to ground with clumps of dune grass and scrub brush and trees bent in tortured shapes by the prevailing winds off the Atlantic. There has been no other traffic on the twisting road in a half hour, the sky a blueblue crystal dome overhead. A break appears in the dune on the right where a track cuts across the road, heading off into the dunes at right angles on both sides. I know the ocean is off to the right somewhere but where does this track lead? It's only an hour before the noon hour, the sun almost as high as it will get for late in October so I slow to a stop and back up to have a looksee along the track. The track is hard packed sand from much use during the peak tourist months, but a wind blows through the cut drifting sand across the pavement as I ease the rental car right onto the track. There isn't much to see as the track twists and turns ahead of us through sand swells, the brush crowding to the edge of the trail. We drive ahead for only five minutes and a clearing appears on the left, what must have been a parking area earlier in the year, deserted now of course, and I pull the car in to stop off the trail but in the open. The clearing is surrounded by dunes as well with several breaks about the clearing leading off to who knows where. Stepping out of the car, we are greeted with an intensity of hot air trapped between the dunes, the heat radiating up from the hard packed cream coloured sand. I don't need to ask if you want to take a walk among the dunes as you take my hand, maGNali, and lead off towards a break in the wall of brush and sand. But I pull back and make to climb the dune. Digging into the loose sand, two steps ahead, one back, it's only maybe fifteen feet high and we find ourselves looking out on a wilderness expanse of rolling dunes and scrub brush that end some five hundred yards at what must be the Atlantic Shore, the Ocean stretching to the horizon. The only living creatures seem to be a few small birds flitting among the bushes and ourselves. Slipping and sliding down the slope to the parking area I get the blanket from the front seat of the car. The wind over the dune as we stood at it's crest was definitely cool so I drape the blanket around your neck and we head off once more through the gap you had chosen to explore. The path winds it's way through dunes and brush while the wind rattling the dry branches overhead is all that stirs a sense of isolation. Following twist and turn it would be easy to get lost but our footprints in the sand make a trail like the fairytale trail of crumbs left behind by Hansel and Gretel. Not surprising we come to another bowl-like clearing in the dunes. It's large, one hundred feet across with a large gap in the dune that looks out over the ocean. The gap is whiskered with brown/green dune grass lying flat and raked by the prevailing winds through the gap. Today the air is still with the winds coming from the south-east and heat radiates up into our face while the sound of the autumn Atlantic wind blowing overhead the dichotomy of the season and circumstance. You walk to where sand cascades down the slope of a dune to form an incline and throw out the blanket to make a cosy place for two dear friends to settle beside a thorn bush and enjoy the serenity of the situation. We simply stretch out on the blanket to enjoy the heat radiating up through the woven wool, maGNali, to heat our bodies as we cuddle up close in the centre of the blanket. Your shortness of stature and leanness of body diminishes your physical presence by so verrrrrrry little, maGNali. I am drawn inexorably to you no matter how much I struggle with my desires while emotions direct me to drape an arm over your shoulder and hugg you close. The sun has neared it's zenith, adding to the intensity of the heat absorbed within the sand and the surrounding dunes. The heat is not oppressive, but it certainly invites removing clothes so I think nothing of pulling my pullover over my head and roll it up into a ball to pillow your head. As you raise your head for my offered pillow I lean over you to kiss you, to stroke my lips across yours, to plant a kiss on the end of your nose and smile into your eyes, not a grinning open mouthed smile, but a subtle upturn at the corners of my mouth, crows feet accentuated at the corners of my eyes. Your fingertip upon my cheek is light, maGnali, tender, an expression of your winsome nature but when directed at me, it expresses the caring you feel for me. Laying back down, your hand follows my face to rest against my throat, your silk shirt sleeve cool on my naked chest. With the sun's energy bathing my bare chest, with it's intensity and the solitude of the hollow among the dunes, my desire to expose my all to the sun's rays is natural as I snap the button at my waist, the dark hair over my belly ends at the top of my fly. The harsh sound of my fly unzipping is loud against the ever present rustle of the wind blowing thru gnarled bushes and a whisper as it ripples the dune grasses that cling tenaciously to the ridge of shifting sands. You peek from slightly parted eyelids to see my pants slide over my hips and come off to be folded into a pillow for myself. My sigh is hushed in the solitude as I stretch out totally naked to the sun, it's intensity a welcome feel, my body limp with unashamedness. The fact you lie there clothed in impeccable fashion with no more concern than the sparrow flitting in a nearby bush, maGNali, only augments the placid scene. Do I radiate this sense for you, maGNali? As you scan my naked body through half closed eyelids, stretched out beside you? I know you are not ashamed to be naked. You've enjoyed the pleasure at Sunshine Shores... perhaps the presence of others more the drawing factor?.... the sense of risk what makes it exciting? But this is different, isn't it, maGNali. It's just you and me in isolation so you rise to follow suit, removing your clothes casually to snuggle up close, to press your naked flesh against my sun-warmed body, draping your leg across mine, your arm across my bare chest, and I slip my arm around your neck, to cradle your head in the crook at my elbow. Neither of us is aroused by our nakedness but more in tune with nature, the sigh of the wind, the chitter of the sparrow, the smell of the ocean in the hot salty air, maGNalli, a lone seagull surfing the air currents high overhead occasionally screeching it's presence, the radiance of the sun at it's zenith. Were someone to pass by at that moment, they would see two guys at one with nature and each other. The heat induces a drowsiness that envelops us, the sound of your breathing settles into a rhythm in synch with my own rising and falling chest and time drifts with the odd white puff of cloud sliding across the blueblue dome overhead. It's a couple hours later I wake to the awareness of chilled feet as a shadow creeps across the clearing to edge over the foot of the blanket. The heat of the sun hasn't slackened off only enflamed my awareness of my instinctive interests and it's arousal by your nakedness pressed to my body. But is that natural? By my thinking, my arousal is as natural as the hunger of the sparrow still scratching about in dry leaves beneath the bushes. My cock swells to press against your thigh between my legs. You stir. Your fingers play over the rim of my ear. There is no intensity in either of us beyond the desire for physical closeness, that intimacy one feels for another. Your hip is hot under my hand as I stroke your naked skin, the velvety softness unique to the human animal. The feel of my cock against your thigh triggers that part of your brain controlling your circulation, re-directing blood to build in pressure within your penis, maGNali, to swell it, to retain that blood, to increase your nerve ends' sensitivity to touch, to cause your foreskin to pull back exposing more of your glans further increasing the sensitivity of firing nerve ends. It's not an intellectual awareness, maGNali, but a physical response that triggers my own erection to continue expanding to a hardness pressed tight against your thigh inspiring you to rub your thigh against it for the feelings it raises in you as well as those you know it raises in me, your own erection pressed to my leg. But the heat of the sun induces a somnolence in you to just roll over and cover my body with yours, our manmembers pressed together, the sun beating down on your bare back, your head resting on my shoulder, your nose against my ear, your tongue stroking the nape of my neck, your hands pressed to my naked hips, physical contact your only desire. I am content to just have your weight on mine, maGNali, to stroke your sun warmed back, to slide my hands down to feel your sun warmed velvet buns beneath my hands, to grip you tightly to me, to feel your legs between mine stretched out their length, emotional connection that is as real as the physical body contact between us. The shadow creeps up our bodies, the sharp contrast between chill and sun powered body heat, becoming more and more acute for me and a shiver that passes through your body in my arms signals the same awareness in you, maGNali. We either move or continue to be enveloped in the chillness of shade. The decision is easily made as you slip to my side and rise up to sitting, pulling your legs up and out of the shade. I don't waste any time doing likewise, draping my arm around your shoulder to retain the closeness we feel for each other, nature heightening that closeness by the intimacy of the surrounding dunes and scrub. I nuzzle my lips against your bare arm, slide my tongue over your shoulder to kiss the rim of your ear and play my other hand down your hairless chest to cover your softening cock, maGnali, to feel the heat of rising sexual arousal once again. The stirring blood within my body is directed towards my groin stirring my own penis to retain it's swollen state of tumescence and you instinctively bring your free hand down to grip it tightly and release it repeatedly enjoying the feel of it's hardness within your grasp, to feel the subtle texture of my skin hot within your hand. I am content to stroke your lovely skin, maGNali, to breath in your male odour deeply, to fire up your aura of feelings for me that radiate from you like burning magnesium bathing me with emotional heat and light just as physical as that fire pouring down from the sun. The desire is there to delve into the pleasures of sexual excitement, but the time has slipped away beyond the point of leisurely climbing to that height of orgasmic satisfaction we both crave here and now, maGNali. Rising, we pull the blanket higher up the sandy slope, each of us at a blanket corner. Stepping back into the centre of our covered patch of sand, I slip my arms around your waist and pull you close. The burning radiance pouring from your deep gray eyes, fills me with desire to love you right there on the blanket, maGNali, only I slide my hands down over your bare butt to make our physical connection tight and binding. Moving your mouth to mine, you probe for my tastebuds, shared lips tingling with firing nerve ends. Your weight in my arms increases as you try to settle to your knees, your purpose is obvious under the circumstances, but I settle to my knees in time with you as we ease back to cuddle in the middle of the blanket, limbs entwined, I can only guess what goes through your mind as I think of blue summer skies and smells of barbequing steaks on a grill, the music of a flight of Canada Geese heading south for the winter those months ago. In time you rove your hands over my body to come back to leaning over me, my body in your shadow, and lower your face to mine and return that kiss I planted on the end of your nose with one of your own on the end of mine. As much as I want this time to continue forever, maGNali, the sun dictates our time here is near over as the shadow marches forward. A shiver passes through my body and you reluctantly but sympathetically roll back to sitting at my side. You proceed to dress and I follow suit in quick order prodded by another shiver. The day is not over, just a spell of enchanted oneness shared with nature for a few hours. With a toss of the blanket, our time spent with nature is over, and you drape the blanket over your shoulder, maGNali, taking my hand in yours as we follow the trail of crumbs we left in the sand. We free the dunes of our presence returning them to what they were before our arrival, our presence soon to be erased by the wind sweeping over the sand. In short order we are back to the clearing where the car is not alone, but a second car stands parked alongside. We can't but chuckle to each other, maGnali, thinking thoughts of who and where and what could be going on out there in the dunes. Had the other or others passed by our private time with nature? But neither of us is concerned with what has been but with what will be when we get back to the Guesthouse. We climb into the car and drive off to connect with that strip of pavement that will take us to that height of animal pleasure often experienced since we'd made that first commitment but scant sixteen months ago. You return your hand to resting over mine, the connection between us intact.