"I guess this is kind of awkward for both of us," I said.
"Doesn't have to be," he responded. "I'm an easygoing guy. I don't
suspect you'll find me difficult to get along with."
 I resumed my unpacking and tried not to be obvious in my deep
interest in man who was to be my roommate for the next eight days.
Maybe tent-mate was a better term. We had been thrown together on
an Amazon River expedition because of some last minute confusion
on the part of the travel agency. The packaged tour promised
private accommodations but plainly failed to deliver. Instead of
sleeping in a tent of my own I would be bunking with a total
stranger whose cot was scarcely two feet away from mine.
 And what a stranger!
 His name was Rod Slavinski and he was a gay man's fantasy come
to life. At least this gay man's fantasy. He embodies everything
I prefer physically in one neat, rightly packed twenty-eight year
old package. A bit over six feet in height, maybe 175 very well-
distributed pounds over a lean frame. Naturally musculature quite
the opposite from the over-developed apes you see at the gym. A
handsome face, nothing like movie star looks but compelling in its
own right. A pair of the most piercing blue eyes I'd ever seen plus
a shock of sandy brown hair that fell carelessly over his forehead
and always seemed to be a little tousled. Then there was the
dazzling smile and the row of white teeth that showed in his
frequent smiles. Those smiles, incidentally, were made to be even
more dazzling because of his deeply tanned face. I image this
sounds like I'm gushing and I suppose I am. It's just not ever day
you meet a man like this. At least not if you're like me and live
in a tiny jerkwater.
 "What prompted you to make this trip?" he asked.
 "I'm a high school science teacher.  I thought it would
be sort of a research thing, you know. How about you?"
 "A ski instructor in Colorado." The irresistible smile and,
"I don't expect to do much professional researching. Not much snow
in the jungle."
 I got a little weak in the knees when he changed clothes and
I saw him standing in his bikini briefs. I always thought bikinis
belonged on the beach and not under your clothing. But this man's
body did them justice. More than justice. Except maybe that what
he put inside them was straining them to the limit. When I caught
sight of that very healthy pouch of 100% prime male meat I had to
plop my ass down on the cot. There was a stirring inside my khaki
walking shorts, and I force myself to look away. Maybe it was a
good thing that he didn't stay like that very long. My tantalizing
view quickly vanished as he tugged on a pair of shorts almost
exactly like mine. That was followed by socks and boots and a white
tank top that really emphasized his modestly developed pectoral
muscles and tiny nipples plainly outlined underneath the thin
cotton material. He hastily ran a brush through his hair which did
little to neaten things. Damn! Was my dick ever going to stop
growing?!
 "How about a walk before chow? The guide said it's safe as
long as we stay on the marked trails and don't get very far from
the river."
 "Sure. Sounds great."
 Fortunately, the majesty of the noisy jungle distracted me,
and my erection went away. I followed Rod down a twisting path,
keeping my eyes on his plump buttocks hugged by the khaki shorts.
Overhead, monkeys screeched and leaped from tree to tree and we
spotted an occasional brightly-colored macaw. Rod stopped at a spot
overlooking the Amazon and we sat for a few minutes as the river
picked up the last rays of the late afternoon sun.
 "A little awe-inspiring, isn't it? Almost a religious sort of
experience."
 That was hardly the sort of observation I would have expected
from a ski instructor. "Yes, it is."
 Rod was sitting so close to me that I could smell his slightly
sweaty body, a scent that was mixed with something reminiscent of
limes. He had an amazing amount of body heat, and that was
something else I could enjoy. The combination made for a pure,
unadulterated sex odor. It seemed perfect for our primitive
surroundings, and you can be sure I started getting another hard-
on. But before I had a chance to venture making a fool of myself,
Rod stood and suggest we get back to camp. He looked at his watch.
 "I told the tour guide we'd be back before dark, and I think
we'll have just about enough time if we leave now."
 I followed obediently. Probably even meekly. But I didn't
care. This guy could've told me to jump into a pool full of
piranhas and I would've. Okay. That's an exaggeration. But I was
willing to follow him most anywhere. He was what I thought was awe-
inspiring.
 We retired shortly after our get-acquainted dinner. I had
wanted to take advantage of the outdoor shower before bedtime, but
we were instructed to grease up with insect repellent which was
supposed to work for those bugs who managed to get inside our
mosquito nets.
 That was when things started to happen.
 "How about helping me out with this stud?" Rod asked. He had
stripped down to his briefs again and was holding out a tube of the
insect repellent. "On my back. I'll return the favor."
 "Uh, sure."
 My hand was shaking as I poured the oil on it and touched it
to his back. As I mentioned before, he had a lot of body heat, and
the oil almost seemed to melt as I rubbed it into his smooth skin.
I looked low on his back, to the band of his briefs where I saw a
scattering of light brown hairs leading into the cleft of those
delicious buttocks. It was all I could do to keep from shoving my
greasy fingers inside those underpants and give his butt a good
squeeze. Something told me to keep to stay cool.
 "That's fine. Thanks." He turned around and took the tube from
me, squeezing a fair amount in his palm. I couldn't help looking
because it appeared that that tantalizing lump in briefs had grown.
Considerably. Maybe, I decided, hopefully he wouldn't be as
resistant to a little fun after all. But how to find out?
 "Turn around."
 I obeyed and shivered when I felt his hand on my skin. His
touch was sure and strong and felt good even though the smell of
the repellent was far from pleasant. I was sorry he did his job so
quickly and efficiently because I didn't want him to take his hand
away.
 "Thanks."
 "Tell me something," he said.
 Anything, I thought. "What?" I asked.
 "How come you're shaking? Your hands were trembling when you
were rubbing my back, and you were shivering when I touched you."
The smile. "I don't mean to flatter myself, but I've been told I
have a very smooth touch."
 "Oh, you do, Rod. I don't know. Maybe I'm just excited about
spending my first night in the jungle."
 "I see."
 Of course, the truth was I was about to fall apart with the
notion of having this heavenly hunk so close by all thorough the
night. And that's what had me so nervous and was what was making
my aching cock harden again. I know that this is beginning to sound
like some sort of interminable hero worship, but I can't help it.
If you'd been in my position, you'd know what I mean. And you'd
also be on the horns of a very provocative dilemma. I was just
beginning to calm down a little and climb into bed (or should I say
"climb into cot"?) for some much-needed sleep when Rod
did something that didn't help. He pulled down his briefs and
indulged in a long, luxurious stretch before bedding down for the
long night ahead. Damn, if I didn't see exactly what I had hoped
would be hanging between his lightly fleeced legs. It was the most
perfectly proportioned penis I'd ever seen with a perfectly
proportioned set of balls swinging underneath. Rod's rod (as it
were) was even unscathed by the surgeon's knife and had a pale
brownish head that peeked out from the protective foreskin. It
wasn't one of those Godzilla-sized weinies either.  A healthy 6+
inches of average thickness surmounted by a vee of pubic hair that
trailed down from the other vee on the man's chest and nipples.
 That was all I needed. My prick sprang to full attention
inside my jockey shorts. I didn't have any damned choice.
 "You don't mind if I sleep in the raw, do you?"
 Do little boys like trips to the candy store? "Not at all."
 He stretched again. "Want to join me?"
 Was I hearing things? Had there been a mild hallucinogenic in
the monkey meat I'd choked down for dinner? Was I still in Iowa
about to have a wet dream?
 "I think you know," he answered in a low whisper. To make his
point, he reach out and groped my hard-on through my jockey shorts.
 "Ohmigod!"
 "Relax, buddy. I'm not going to force you to do anything that
goes against your nature."
 "Rod, I ..."
 "It was rough on me my first time too. But I promise I'll be
gentle."
 I was literally speechless.
 "Just relax," he said again. Looks like I'm getting some kind
of response here. Don't you think?"
 Silence. Complete, deadly stony silence. My only response was
to get even harder erection. Especially when he reached inside the
waistband of my shorts and massaged the tip of my sensitive, very
swollen penis.
 "Feels good, doesn't it?" He probed further and grabbed the
full length of my meat. This time I managed a sigh. "I thought
you'd like this. Here. Put your hand on me."
 I went light-headed as I barely touched his velvety dick, now
about half erect and growing fast. He put his hand on mine and made
me squeeze his cock. I was rewarded with a moan of joy.
 "Ah, yes. Now my balls. Pull on my balls, buddy. That's it.
That's good. You're a fast learner alright."
 I stood fondling his magnificent genitals as he pulled my
briefs down and threw them aside. He drew away from me just as I
was skinning back his prepuce and dropped to his knees. His hot wet
mouth quickly closed over my hard-on and he sucked it almost
voraciously. It was a loud sound that seemed louder because the
jungle had suddenly gone to sleep with no more screeching monkeys
and squawking macaws. His lips made loud slurping noises as he
deep-throated me and fondled my shrinking balls. I finally found
my tongue and I knew exactly where I wanted to put it.
 "Lie back on your cot, Rod."
 This time it was he who obeyed. "Okay."
 "That's good." He stretched out on his back, his full erection
reaching for the top of the tent. My lips quickly wrapped around
it as I drew it into the back of my mouth. My sucking wasn't as
noisy as his, maybe because I've had more experience. Or maybe not.
 "Feels great, buddy," he whispered, now aware of the silence.
I continued happily, giving him the best blow job I could muster.
He seemed more than content. "It's funny. I never pegged you for
a cocksucker."
 I looked up just long enough to say, "Likewise." The stiff
price went right back down my throat.
 "Ever since I saw you I've been trying to figure out a way to
find out if you were into guys," I don't' believe this, I thought,
probing his sticky cockslit with my tongue.
 "When we were sitting by the river this afternoon, I could
hardly keep from putting my hand on your knee. Or maybe someplace
higher." Now I really don't believe it, I decided. "Let's rearrange
things and put the cots together. There's no point in your mouth-
watering erection spending time in your hand when it could be down
my throat."