I Am All the Fire You Need

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The various nations of the world have varying ideas about who may touch whom in various ways on various parts of their bodies. In the United States, contact considered "sexual" is generally limited to those who are eighteen years of age or older. Throughout much of Europe, that age is often sixteen, though some nations consider fourteen to be an acceptable limit; in fact, there are still yet a few societies in which twelve is an acceptable age of consent.

In this realistic treatment of the topic, which takes place in the US, US rules apply. "Eighteen or older" is the rule. However, as in the author's youth, the people in this story are not ones to be much concerned about such rules. But it might be illegal for you to even READ about such things. Meanwhile, here, a youth and an adult have quite the dashingly gay affair.

As always, this author has no interest in telling pure JO stories. As always, there IS a story, and, hopefully, you will find the people interesting and their challenges exciting. There are, however, many sexy parts because sex is fun, and fun is good.
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Author’s Note: Us old guys worry about keeping up with those young dudes. What is funny here is that the boy taps out before the old man. It happens. OK?

Once they had finished eating, Nathan set a groundcloth down, and they leaned against the logs so they could snuggle together. Nathan wanted to get sexy with Adrian again, but over their dinner, by the fire, as the night grew colder, Adrian once again plied him with questions. Adrian was fond of petting him, and he made the talk vastly more interesting by often reaching down to caress Nathan’s man parts. Their talk was interspersed with many random kisses.

With Adrian’s pretty head on his shoulders, Nathan explained that after completing the Pacific Crest Trail, Brian had offered him a job as his property manager in Santa Monica. Nathan had been attracted to the hot, gay scene in West Hollywood. It was legendary. He needed to do something, so he had taken Brian up on his offer. Nathan was also the general handyman for Brian’s holdings, but he had not remained merely a handyman. He also began to learn how to do design work on the computer, a fairly new skill in the ’90s. Little by little, he made ever more spectacular improvements to the expensive properties Brian had accumulated. In this way, Nathan explained, he built up a portfolio and was able to progressively charge ever higher rates. He studied building codes, labor laws, and construction techniques. Soon, he had a general contractor’s license. He saved Brian thousands, then tens of thousands, and, ultimately, hundreds of thousands of dollars. More, they were able to sell property at higher than market rates because of their superior features.

Adrian’s curiosity was a joy, but Nathan hardly wanted to talk about business. Steering the subject away, he commented, “That was amazing, the way you blew me, Adrian! You sure you never did it before?”

“I’m sure! And what was even more amazing was how I came in the water! That was intense! I LOVE to suck cock!”

Adrian wiggled up against him. “I want to stay right here and snuggle with you. I like this. So Brian really was a sugar daddy. That’s what you are really saying.”

Nathan sighed. What Adrian wanted, Adrian got. “I do not see how you are deriving that, Adrian. I made him tons of money.”

“But he made that possible! You built your money off his money! If he had not helped you, you would have struggled and struggled. One of my dad’s clients is a contractor. It’s a tough business. Don’t lie to me!”

Nathan wanted to indicate that though Brian gave him opportunity, he was hardly a “sugar daddy.” They were partners. Brian had money, taste, a sense of the market, extreme skills as an investor, and vision. Nathan had people skills, a love of deal making, art and design skill, a knack for hand-made things, and a work ethic. Over time, he accumulated business acumen and financial strategy. That was all he wanted Adrian to immediately understand. If he and Adrian had any long term friendship together, there would be time for many more details.

He reached down to fondle his young lover. Adrian’s cock was not hard. It was, Nathan realized, the first time he had touched it that it was not tumescent. It felt wonderful. Changing the subject, he said, “You are truly a beautiful boy, Adrian.”

The breeze from upcanyon brought a wave of cold as they trotted off to their designated area to squat together. There was something amusingly intimate about this act.

Freshly cleaned after their mutual need to purge, it was after midnight before they finally fell together in the tent enwrapped by their soft, warm covers.

Adrian had done an excellent job of arranging the sleeping bags and pads in the “bedroom” side. He had even set up the light, low folding chairs and the folding desk of Nathan’s own design. Above the “office” area, an extraordinary lamp was suspended, part mobile and part wind chime, it cast many colored lights above and sent down a variably soft or intense white light. Nathan had found that while camping, the occasional luxury item enhanced the experience. The lamp was his own design.

The chairs, Nathan explained, impatiently, for he wanted to play with Adrian, were modeled after beach chairs but re-interpreted in laminated wood. He had come to appreciate camping chairs due to the aches his aging and much abused back would feel from sitting hunched over, drawing on a lapboard or working on his laptop. The “desk” was based on a classic Japanese design for a low table. While camping, Nathan continued to do the design work that drove his whole construction business. It was the “special something” he brought to a competitive field and distinguished his work as a cut above any competition.

But Nathan cut Adrian’s further questions off by suggesting, “You are stalling, Adrian. What’s the deal?”

Adrian had wrapped himself around Nathan. Quietly, he said, “I’m nervous. I’m nervous about having that big dick in me. My jaw even aches from sucking it. I like this. I like just being together with you in bed like this. Also, I’m pretty sleepy, Nathan.”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I’m up for more action tonight. I’m kinda nodding off. I’m sorry.”

Nathan was was not done with Adrian. He told him, “I have something to show you.”

He leaned up and reached for his laptop on the low table. He pulled up the photo gallery with images of him and Brian from over the years. He said, “This trip is in Brian’s honor. Let me share him and us with you!”

“I know, right? So elegant! I’m a dog, he’s a cat. I’m rough and tough, he’s sleek and sly.”

“And look at you! So slender, and still with a smooth chest and long hair.”

“Yeah. Cute, huh? But now? ‘Less hair on my head and more on my chest,’ as they say.”

Adrian made his scrunched up face. That indicated he was thinking. He asked, “OK. You were twenty-four when you met? And he died at sixty-nine? And you are forty-seven? So he was twenty-two years older? So he was forty-six?”

“He was forty-seven. Same age as me. The way our birthdays are, you know? So, technically, a twenty-two and a half year age difference.”

He studied another photo. This one was taken at the very campground they were in. “Look at that jaunty way you stand with a hand on your hip. Did you have the prints scanned?”

“Brian did that, but he did it from the negatives or slides. He often he used slide film. He loved Kodachrome. He’d usually have two Leicas loaded with different films for different lights. Brian was always talking about light! There was a beauty to film lost in the digital age.”

He liked the way Adrian said, “Different kinds of beauty, but beautiful in every age!”

He showed Adrian some nudes that Brian had taken of him. He also showed him a few of Brian’s subtly erotic paintings. Even fully clothed, Brian had a way of painting men. Brian had called it “hyper-realism.” Nathan always translated that in his mind as “superior to reality.” It was merely one of Brian’s styles. He was not always so detailed.

“I was hoping for that, Adrian. Let me send you off to dreamland with a lovely blow job. Would you like that? Would you like a ‘Nathan blow job?’ I hear I am a good sucker of cock. Can I suck you big cock? Please? Pretty please?”

“I’d like that,” was all he said. He really was tired. He had no quip in response.

As Adrian undressed, Nathan placed his laptop on the desk and turned down the lamp so it would cast a gentle pink light upward but kept them in shadow; this way, they would cast no silhouettes against the side of the tent but could still enjoy the sight of each other.

“I am all the fire you need, Adrian,” he said as he pulled off his shirt. “But wrap that blanket over us.”

He slipped out of his long underwear bottoms and nestled in beside his nude companion, who did as he was asked. He kissed him lightly and slid his right hand down to play with Adrian’s semi-hard penis, which immediately began to stiffen. He wrapped his other arm around him while Adrian ran his hands over Nathan’s chest and belly.

“I love your lean and hard frame, Adrian. I love your cock too. You have one of the more beautiful cocks in the world. I know. I’ve seen lots of dicks!”

“Oh,” Adrian said with mock irony, “you say the most romantic things!”

With his lips, he felt rather than saw Adrian’s smile. Adrian stopped talking. He kissed him back.

When Adrian was fully hard, he had him scoot back, lean up on his elbows, and spread his legs so he could go down on him. Adrian did that while keeping the blanket wrapped around himself as much as he was able.

Nathan had been wanting to get that big, teenage dick in his mouth all day! Once able, he did not hesitate; he took it as far as he could in a single gulp, making Adrian gasp in surprise. He could not swallow it all, not then. He would need him wetter, but using his talent for fellatio, he was soon producing copious saliva, and in less than a minute, it was dripping down his chin while with his flattened tongue, he stimulated that long cock the way he could, and that was well indeed.

Someday, he would tell Adrian how he had once paid two prostitutes – a young man and an older woman – for cock sucking lessons. It was the woman who was the expert, and the man was happy to let him practice while she gave pointers.

He put his skill to work, but he still could not quite swallow Adrian’s amazing penis. It was fantastically stiff and kept hitting the wrong spot at the back of his throat. Nathan had long known how to deep throat and catch breaths through his nose at the high end of the stroke. That was no problem; no, it was the way Adrian’s cock pointed up.

He paused and got on his hands and knees. Grinning like a lusty whore, he told him, “Get on your knees, Adrian. I need a better angle.”

It was a better angle. Nathan was able to deep throat him then. Once got his neck in a properly receptive position, he told him, “Fuck me in the mouth! Fuck me hard! Make your balls slap against my chin and shoot it down my throat!”

Adrian did not ask if Nathan was sure about that. He did it! He fucked his mouth while holding his head. He was all man. He gave Nathan’s mouth a brutal fucking, and, as he was getting ready to shoot, he bent over and grabbed Nathan’s ass. He held him in a powerful grip while he fired off another load, thrusting as deep as he could.

Adrian was not a noisy lovemaker. Nathan liked that. He was always irritated by screamers and screechers. But Adrian was a lusty one. His voice was silent, but his body roared. He shuddered and gasped as he pumped his second load down Nathan’s throat.

One of the nice features of well done deep throat was that it hardly made a mess. Nathan did not miss a single drop.

Adrian pulled out with a quiet, contented sigh. He fell back, his lovely body splayed out, obviously well satisfied. Nathan knelt and studied him, feeling peaceful. They stared at each other in silence, smiling small smiles. Then, Nathan moved away a bit to grab a water bottle and a towel to wipe his mouth and jaw. He wished he had brought some pineapple. He reached over and wiped Adrian off.

“We can fuck a lot, tomorrow, if you want. I have a few tricks for making it easy. I’ll show you. You want to do that?”

“I want. I want us to fuck each other, not just me fucking you. I was kidding about that. You know that, right? How about you? Are you good?”

Nathan knew what he was asking. “I’m good, and yep, I knew you were playing. You’ve been wanting to get fucked by a man for years, huh?”

They snuggled up together then, under the covers. For a time they held each other, but then, in the manner of men sleeping together, they each wanted their own space to sleep in their accustomed positions without interfering with each other or clinging to each other. It was always interesting to Nathan they way that would happen. With Adrian, they started by semi-spooning, both on their left sides, but Adrian eventually rolled over onto his right side.

As the sweet fingers of sleep petted their minds, Nathan told him. “The sun will only beat in here at nine or so. We can get a good, long sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll finish setting up camp, and we’ll take Brian’s ashes to our pool; that is, if you would join us?”

Nathan did not hear another word out of him that night. Adrian fell asleep and slept soundly, breathing quietly, and hardly moving.

Cleansing Rituals

Nathan’s eyes flashed open. It was brilliant in the tent, and hot. He was sweaty, and the covers were thrashed. He asked, “What time is it?”

“It’s way past ten! I found your coffee and your French press. I’ll make it. You want some?”

Bemused, Nathan sat up. He rarely slept past seven in the morning. “Sure, Adrian, that would be great. Use three heaping tablespoons, if you would.”

He dug into his clothing bag and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. Slipping these on, he padded out to take his morning piss. It was a clear, warm, sunshiny day. He listened to the busy little birds chirping in the trees as he urinated in the close and private stand they had designated as the latrine area. Behind him, below the bluff, he heard the sweet music of the stream. He smelled campfires. He sighed. He did not want to go home. Ever.

When he returned, Adrian was pouring the boiling water into the one-cup coffee making device. He was saying, “So you can see I set up the tarp over the cooking area, and I rigged up a clothesline. I found your car cover and put it over the front.”

It was a custom cover that protected only the top of the cab, windshield, and hood of the truck but left the doors and sides uncovered. Nathan was pleased.

Adrian continued, “I found your solar water heating bag and have it in the sun. You should meet our neighbors! They are sweet. Tom, Frances, Jennifer, and Simon. Frances let me hold Simon, and I got to feed him! And don’t be surprised if Jennifer comes visiting. She’s a friendly little girl! They are all down at the river now. What woke me up was I smelled something burning that was not wood! They had a log roll out of their fire in the night, and it rolled on a plastic bag next to one of their chairs! It was still almost dark.”

All of this activity and information was a pleasure to Nathan. He said, “You say you found my solar heater? Where is it?”

Adrian pointed it out. It was laying on a patch of sand in the sunlight. Nathan went over to it and felt the clear plastic side. The water was not hot, but it was warm. It was warm enough for his morning grooming. He looked around for a place to hang the bag and decided on a tree branch. He rolled one of rounds of wood they used as seats under the branch, tipped it back up, and stood on it to get up high enough to set a loop of cord from which to suspend the bag overhead. Remaining in his shorts, he gave himself a quick shower.

Dripping wet, he used his hands to arranged his carefully clipped hair. He then took the water bag down, refilled it, and put it in a spot that would have sun later in the day. He returned to the seating area by the fire for his coffee, which Adrian handed him, smiling. He was shirtless and wearing only the shorts he had worn the day before. Nathan could see a hint of the elastic band of underwear above the beltline.

He said, “You are such a beautiful boy, Adrian. Thank you for doing all that. That was a role I played for my Brian – getting up early, making breakfast, doing chores around the house.”

Adrian grinned as he said, “Thank you, and you are welcome. You must have been really tired, huh?”

“Well, I’m glad you had the chance to sleep in; anyhow, I told John and Frances we were ‘partners.’ I said, ‘He’s a lot older than me, but we are good together.’ Was that wrong of me to say?”

Nathan looked at him amazed. Adrian sat down next to him and smiled shyly. “If you’re cool with saying that to them, I’m cool with it. I never liked being coy that way with people. They figure it out anyway, or, at least, they figure out the relationship is sexual, and they wonder, even if they do not say anything.”

“I ate some of my Granola. I used my powdered milk. How about you? Are you hungry?”

“Not really. I’m off rhythm. I’ll wait until lunch. Usually I have a little yogurt and fruit. Sometimes I’ll mix it with cereal and preserves. I do want to make frybread today! We can share it with our neighbors. It’s great with gobs of butter and honey.”

Adrian told him he looked forward to that. He asked, “So when do you want to have our ceremony for Brian?”

“Late in the afternoon when the sun is shining straight down the valley from the west. What I want to do first is cut up a small tree I spotted in the river bed. It’s dry and clean, for the way it fell left it hanging in the air. We’ll cut it in long lengths, carry them together, and cut it smaller pieces up here. That will be easier than carrying individual rounds. We’ll share the wood too.”

After his coffee, which he sipped in silence while Adrian remained busy, he strung a line in the tent to hang his clothes above his bag at the small end of their sleeping area. This was something about which he was particular. He had mastered the art of packing clothing so as to not wrinkle, but repeatedly digging in the bag would ruin all that care.

The many camp chores occupied them well. Nathan had always liked that part of camping. It was work. But it was a fresh kind of work so different from his usual work. It was fun to go down to the river bed and cut up a fallen tree with the chainsaw, and it was sweaty work carrying it all back.

Their neighbors were all pleased by the gifts of firewood. This also mollified their irritation over the sound of a chainsaw disturbing their tranquility. The young people at the other end of the camp were particularly pleased by that, for, according to Moonlyte, they had been “upset” by the noise. The family next to them were as sweet and charming as Adrian had indicated.

They shared a meal together with Nathan’s famous frybread as the center of a feast to which everyone contributed. He was amused to see the way the little girl was so in love with Adrian. She followed him everywhere. She even brought him flowers. It was always a mystery to Nathan how some parents discouraged contact with strangers while others encouraged it. This couple was of that latter tribe.

Nathan had never seriously considered life with children. Brian had no interest in that lifestyle at all, but Adrian was different than Brian. Nathan recalled all the times Adrian had mentioned children, and it was always with joy. As Nathan heated water to clean up the pots and dishes from lunch, he watched Adrian play hide and seek with the little girl in the stand of firs. It was, Nathan had to admit, the cutest thing!

Nathan had never seen Adrian as merely a fuck, but he was seeing something else then: Adrian was the marrying kind.

Evidently, their camp neighbors sensed Nathan’s desire for privacy and told them that it was time for the children to have some “quiet time.” They returned to their own camp.

When the dishes were done, Nathan wanted a nice groom for the ceremony, so he put on another pot of water to heat.

Adrian came up and asked, “So when are we taking Brian’s ashes to the pool? Soon? Is it time? I told John and Jennifer what we were doing. Do you mind that I told them?”

“Not at all; in fact, thank you. I wanted to clean up a little, Adrian. A fresh shave, a bit of style to my hair, you know? How about you? Your neck could use a trim, and I do have clippers; in fact, your hair could use some touching up with scissors, or am I being too forward? I’d like us to look nice for Brian.”

“Yep. One of the things you get from high-end hairdressers is tutoring – if you ask for it.”

“You can get us some more spring water. We can use the clippers in the tent. My ass could use a trim. You could help with that too. Our solar heated bag is not warm enough yet, so I’m heating water. We’ll mix that with cold water for a nice, warm rinse. We’ll be all fresh and groomed.”

Nathan had it planned. He had the extra groundcloth they had used by the fire. It was a heavy cotton work tarp used to protect floors and furniture from paint and dust. It also made an excellent camping tarp. He used it to protect the expensive fabric of the bottom of the inside of his luxurious and exotic tent. He set up all the grooming items on the low table therein: brush, combs, scissors, mirror, electric clippers, hand-made soap, shaving brush, towels, and washcloths. They would have perfect privacy for an intimate experience.

In addition to these items, Nathan also had several tubes of specialized ointments he had purchased at a sex shop in Santa Monica. He would introduce these aids to Adrian.

He was kneeling in the center of the tent when Adrian returned with the fresh water. He poured out one gallon into the rinse bucket and used part of the other gallon for the soapy solution they would wash with in the other bucket. To this, he added a cup of boiling water and set aside the covered pot. Inside the golden tent, the light was beautiful. Adrian’s features were gilded by the light as he studied all this with interest.

“Oh, don’t be a bitch. You keep asking that. Anyone twenty-five and under is a boy or a girl to me, Adrian.”

Nathan was not bothered. He was amused. Brian and he used to kid around the same way. There was tension in their age difference, and joking helped dissipate it.

Nathan got into the spirit of the game. “Fine! Be that way you big fucking baby! Now take your pants off! That is, unless you need some help?”

Adrian kidded right back. He used a silly voice when he said, “But then you will see me naked! What if I get a big boner?”

Nathan returned, removing his shorts and boxers to reveal the heavy semi he was sporting. “I do not think that will be a problem.”

“Ooooh!,” Adrian teased, “You have a big, fat one! Can I play with it Daddy? Please?”

Adrian dropped his shorts. He was wearing sexy black briefs. “Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth and swish it all around while I stroke your cock again?”

Adrian sighed a mock sigh as he pulled down his underwear, allowing his long penis to flip out. He was almost hard. “Will you give me candy if I do it?”

Nathan stroked his thick dick. “I have a big, fat lollipop for you to suck on.”

Adrian kneeled and took Nathan’s cock in one hand while caressing his balls with the other. His beautiful dick rose up grandly for the occasion. He kissed Nathan wetly as Nathan ran his hands lightly up and down the sides of Adrian’s arms.

Running his hands through Adrian’s hair, even as they played together so erotically, Nathan was considering how to trim his lover’s hair. But he set those thoughts aside and reached down himself to flick Adrian’s stiff pole against his own. He laughed lightly, remembering the first time he had done that. He told Adrian, “Coco and I called this ‘sword fighting.’ The winner was the one who made the other guy come first.”

Nathan had Adrian sit in one of his low, folding chairs. He got behind him and kissed the side of his slender neck and massaged his beautiful shoulders, but he only did that briefly; there was work to be done.

He dipped his brush in the warm water and ran it through Adrian’s fine, blond hair to wet it. It was ratty and sun damaged. He would fix that; thus, with the comb and scissors, he quickly gave his hair a rough shaping. He trimmed all the frayed ends, commenting, “Your hair is much like mine – very fine and easily damaged by wind and sun. I’m just cleaning that up right now. I’m only taking off a quarter inch or so, though a bit more in the back.”

When he was satisfied with the rough shape, he used the clippers to artfully sneak the cutting edge up under the hairline so it would not look like “he had just had a haircut.” He followed this with scissors, using his fingers to pull out tufts of hair, adding texture, tuning up the shape. He went for a cut that was a simple “wash and toss,” he called it. No part, no combing required, all boy.

Nathan much enjoyed this work. It gave him a chance to study the patterns of growth in Adrian’s hair. He loved the way his hair had a swirl at the crown and thicker tufts at the top of the sides of his head. It all only took a few minutes to give him a cool looking haircut.

He shaped it all with his hands, ran some leave-in conditioner through it, gave it a few more touches, and handed Adrian his small mirror. He moved around to the front with his clippers.

Nathan smiled as he gave Adrian’s spectacular, long, strong legs a clip. He wouldn’t bother shaving them. The clippers could get close enough. Adrian did not have hairy legs.

When he got to Adrian’s genitals, he pulled on his cock and hefted his balls, considering how to shape his pubic hair.

“I used to do this for Brian,” he said, deciding he would go for a young look with fresh pubes.

He selected one of his clipper attachments and first trimmed the whole area to a maximum length, using a comb to fluff it up as he trimmed. This also aroused Adrian again. He then used the bare clippers to trim the edge, making a nice, sexy “V” shape rising up above Adrian’s penis. Carefully, He clipped off the hair on Adrian’s hard shaft, telling him, “This will make your already long dick look even longer!”

When that was done, he had Adrian scoot forward and spread his legs so he could clip the hair on the insides of his thighs, his balls, and the the perineum area. Adrian had some interesting ridges along either side, and the seam was dark and hard. Scar tissue, he presumed, from the bicycle seat. He was tough down there. The skin was not as soft as most guys. After that he had Adrian get off the chair and get on his hands and knees to trim the hair around his anus. He had a pretty pink, girly starfish. “You have a cute butthole, Adrian.”

Nathan dropped his shaving brush in the hot water to soak it. He told him, “Don’t worry, you’ll get to do the same for me. I don’t really need it, but you can practice, if you want.”

“OK then,” was all Nathan said as he wet a washcloth with hot water and used it to give Adrian’s genital hair a pre-soak.

“That feels good. I like the way you shaped my pubes. I look like I’m fifteen! Except, well, most fifteen year-olds are hairier than me.”

“Yeah. Typical Swede. But my features are more like my mom’s, and her brothers are not hairy.”

“So, same thing as Swedish then.” Nathan grinned as he whipped up a nice froth of soap with the shaving brush, holding the soap in his hand.

He had Adrian scoot forward again. With his soapy left hand, he rubbed Adrian’s anal area while with the shaving brush, he gave his penis, balls, and bush area a soaping. Adrian’s cock had never really gone flaccid ever since they started, but all this manual contact made it stiffen up again.

“You know, Adrian? You have an extremely firm erection. Really, like one in a hundred! Astonishing!”

Repeating something Adrian had said, he asked, “Do you want the truth, or do you want bullshit?”

Nathan dropped the shaving brush into the hot water. He told him, “I pretty much stopped counting after about a hundred fifty. My best guess is more than a thousand and less than one thousand five hundred.”

“At least one new guy each week or the course of twenty years adds up, Adrian. The West Hollywood scene is epic. I know guys who’ve fucking averaged thirty a month! I’m practically a virgin compared to them. I actually tapered off over the last ten years. I got bored by ‘one-offs.’ I rather tended to enjoy quiet evenings alone with Brian and became put off by the frantic, desperate, hookup scene.”

Adrian shook his head in amazement over that explanation as Nathan began shaving the shaft of his penis.

All business, Nathan told him, “I cannot overstress the importance of going with the grain of the hair, Adrian. Also, use a single edge razor. You actually want to leave a little tiny bit of hair sticking out. If you cut it below the skin, the way modern razors do, you drive bacteria into the follicles and you can cause ingrown hairs. This is what ‘razor burns’ and ‘razor bumps’ are caused by. Also, if you wash the area well and follow with an antiseptic, you will eliminate a lot of problems.”

Nathan was gentle, thorough, and precise. It took him longer to shave Adrian’s genital area that it took him to cut his hair. He made Adrian giggle when he flipped him around to get crack of his ass and the aft part of his taint smooth.

With a clean washcloth and fresh hot water, he rinsed and rinsed. He followed this all with an alcohol based after shave.

Nathan had been freshly groomed immediately before the trip, so he did not actually need much attention, but he wanted to see if Adrian had any diffidence over being faced with a man’s asshole.

He did not. But Adrian was cute and shy as he shaved Nathan’s ass. He was actually too careful. It took him a long time. Nathan asked, “Well, is that interesting or totally gross?”

“I noticed that,” Adrian said as he reached under to stroke his cock. Though he sounded smooth and confident when he said that, his voice took on a worried tone when he added, “I admit I am a bit worried about this whole fucking business though.”

“Are you done shaving me, Adrian? It’s taking forever. And, anyway, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. You won’t be hurt. In fact, if you could finish? I want to show you something right now!”

Nathan grabbed the washcloth to wipe himself. “That’s what all the boys say, but thank you for noticing!”

“Oh, I thought you’d never notice! But, anyway, let’s finish this shave with some of this lovely creme I get at the sex shop. It’s basically lanolin. All natural. I have sensitive skin, like you.”

After they had used that on themselves, Nathan pulled another tube from his kit and held it up, saying, “This stuff is special. It’s an anesthetic and a muscle relaxant. We can use this on your virgin ring. It will help. I just need a bit of lube, but I’ve done without it many times. Also, I have an enema bulb we can use to get ourselves all squeaky clean up inside. How are you feeling there? Got any poopies trying to make their way out?”

Adrian laughed in his silent way, “No, I’m good, but the technology of assfucking! Who’da thought?”

Taking him literally, Nathan answered, “Many people have thought about it. As a kid, with a couple of rare exceptions, like Coco, I would have nothing to do with receptive anal. I’ve been pretty much a top most of my life.”

“I thought so. I mean, I never really asked, though we kidded around. But you say, ‘pretty much?’”

“Yep. I was never a dick about it though. In the gay scene, bottoms outnumber tops by a wide margin, so that has always made me desirable, but I’ve never been averse to a guy who wanted to switch it up. Brian used to say, ‘In every bottom is a top screaming to get out, and in every top is a bottom screaming to get out!’

“However, I’m picky about how they do it. My hole is tight. Always was. So you and me are not so different.”

“We’ll play with each other with our fingers first, Adrian. I’ll teach you how to do an anal massage. Then you will know how to use your dick in there; after that, you’ll know how to fuck a guy, and you’ll be able to show a newbie how to fuck you.”

Adrian smiled shyly. He looked pleased. He asked, “So Brian? Was he ‘pretty much’ a bottom?”

“Pretty much. He and I both loved three-ways though, and he’d get pretty ‘toppish’ in that situation.”

Then Adrian said a beautiful thing. “Speaking of Brian. I am feeling we are being selfish. We should take care of him, I think.”

“Aww… look, Adrian. You just made my eyes water! OK. Yes. Let’s take Brian’s last corporeal aspect to the river.”

They had both lost their erections. By mutual consent, it was time to abstain from erotic play.

Nathan peeped out of the tent and craned his neck to see if the family next door was in sight. There appeared to be no one about. Nathan said, “Let’s rinse off with the solar shower. Nothing hinky, but together, huh?”

Nude then, they trotted out of the tent. Nathan hung the hot water bag from the loop he had left in the tree, and they gave themselves yet another rinse. Nathan told him to leave his hair alone so the conditioner could continue to work.

Adrian laughed and laughed as they used the plastic nozzle on each other. He said, “We are sparkling clean now!”

“Yes. Brian would approve. He was one fastidious mother fucker, Adrian! We have properly purified ourselves in the sexy way he would adore.”

It had been Nathan’s plan to give Adrian a chance to inspect his body with a lot of light. He wanted Adrian to see him, warts and all – the wrinkled skin on his elbows, knees, and the back of his neck, the scars on his arms and legs, the nasty scar on his back where he’d had a cyst removed, the stubble of the hair on his back, and, of course, the most intimate details of all.

Nathan had seen that. He was satisfied. Nathan may no longer have been a beautiful boy, but a beautiful boy found him to be a beautiful man. It got no better than that.

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