Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2004 13:23:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Pendragon <pendragon03301@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waiting for Jason

Waiting for Jason

By Pendragon03301

There he was again. He was here almost every day. Alone, waiting in the
field near the top of the hill at the edge of the woods, gazing off into
the small meadow across the road.

He was waiting for Jason.

I'd known Marty for a little under a year. He was a typical skinny
hillbilly type from northern Kentucky: a cute face, sandy hair, a slim,
smooth, athletic body and a dazzling smile that lit up the day -- even
with a few missing teeth. Marty was somewhere between 25 and 35. It was
hard to tell. He clearly had some mileage on him, but he moved with the
style and grace of a much younger guy.

We'd played together in the woods at the park. It was a notorious but
delicious place across the river only a few miles from downtown. And it
was beautiful: lush woods with plenty of trails; big, open meadows;
easy-climb hillsides and ravines, and a stunning view overlooking the
river and the city.

Marty and I had literally stumbled across each other one evening as dusk
settled over the park. He was picking his way carefully down a narrow,
rock-filled ravine as I tried to cross the same spot on a trail snaking
down the opposite hillside. We landed at the crossing at the same time,
jumped back startled, then broke into grins, pretending to be just two
guys "out for a walk" on that steamy night.

"Hey there," he drawled.

"Hey" I whispered, my throat dry and parched. "Nice night."

It wasn't a nice night, actually. It was hotter than hell and humid as a
steam room, typical southern weather. Sweat rolled from my underarms and
trickled and tickled down my side before being absorbed into the
waistband of my boxers.

Marty was shirtless, his smooth, thin frame coated in a sheen of tiny
drops; his small, hard, dark-brown nipples standing out in stark contrast
to his very white, slightly freckled skin. His baggy shorts barely hugged
his hips, showing a wide band of flannel boxers. I gazed from his chest
down to his deep navel and thin treasure trail before it disappeared into
the boxers. Dropping my eyes, I took in his very hairy legs and narrow
feet jammed into old canvas Converse sneakers. He was sexy as hell.

When I looked up he had his head cocked to the side and a sly smile
spread across this face.

"Hot night, huh?" he asked as he wiped his forearm across his forehead,
a tantalizing tuft of reddish-brown pit hair showing before he again
fixed his gaze on me. I saw him look me over: same height, about 5'
11", same weight, about 150, dark brown hair to his dirty blonde. Then
he looked up and smiled in one of the broadest grins I'd even seen.

"Wanna smoke?" he asked, plopping his skinny butt down on a rough rock
ledge beside the stream. I pulled out my Winstons from my shirt pocket
while he excavated in his pants pockets for some. He came up only with an
old lighter and a handful of pocket fuzz, but no cigarettes.

"Damn. Out of smokes again. May I?" he asked, reaching for my pack as I
lit up.

I handed him the pack and my lighter and sat on the bank across from him.
Tiny, almost invisible andimmensely annoying flying bugs were starting
to find us although the smoke kept them at a distance.

We chatted about insignificant things: the weather, the recent rains, the
local sports teams. We talked about the park and discovered we had some
mutual friends who often cruised about the same time.

With a knowing grin he said, "Surprised we haven't bumped into each
other before."

"Yep," I said, crushing my smoke out in the mud, taking my time,
scrutinizing it as I crushed it with the tip of my boot. "Too bad."

When I looked up, he was grinning again and he has his hand down his
pants, tugging at what looked like a very nice piece.

"Wanna?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "Where?"

Standing up and taking his hand out of his pants he turned and went back
up the ravine he had stumbled down not 20 minutes ago. We climbed about
50 feet, avoiding the small pools and treading carefully on the slippery
rocks before we stepped in what can only be described as a tiny paradise.
The ravine flattened out into a bowl about 30 feet wide with moist,
inclined slate walls covered in ferns and vines going up into the
treetops. The tiny stream rippled over a series of small waterfalls
before plunging down the ravine behind us. Above, the lush growth
encircled the bowl, covering the stream entrance with a tangle of
honeysuckle and dense undergrowth.

He tiptoed across the stream and sat down on a large, moss-covered tree
trunk slung across the side of the stream. He sat down and patted the
spot next to him, then jogged his chin in my direction.

Almost in a trance I slid next to him, suddenly aware of the cool air
cascading down the slope. And there were no bugs.

"This is my favorite place in the whole world," he whispered, gazing
around as if he were in the most beautiful cathedral in Europe. "It's
always so quiet and so cool, even in the hottest weather."

He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and inhaled deeply through his
nostrils. "Ahhhh," he exhaled. "Try it."

I closed my eyes and slowly drew the sweet, moist air through my nose and
held it before slowly exhaling. It was intoxicating. Then I did it
again.

Opening my eyes, his face was close to mine, that wonderful grin spread
all over his face. "Sweet," he said before leaning in and brushing his
lips against mine.

"Oh, yeah," I mumbled as our mouths opened and our tongues began
exploring.

His hands slid across my leg and squeezed my crotch and I slid my hand
along his slick back and into the top of his boxers, gently scratching at
the hairs that were just below the beltline at the top of his ass.

He swept off the log and planted himself at my feet, burying his head in
my overheated crotch and inhaling slowly and deeply. Time stood still and
all noise ceased while he breathed in my musk. His quick fingers moved to
my belt and zipper as he pushed my shirt up and licked my belly as he
tugged at my shorts and boxers. I lifted my ass off the log enough for
him to slide them down to my ankles. Then he stood and slid his baggy
shorts and boxers off in one motion, dropping them next to me on the log
as he hunched his hard cock into my face.

I slid his six inches into my mouth and swallowed him until my nose was
pressed deep into this fragrant pubes. "Oh, yeah," he chanted as I
slowly slid up and down. I reached under and grabbed his very hairy balls
and tugged slightly as I went to the root again.

He stepped back and pulled me to my feet then grabbed my ass and pulled
our crotches together, grinding slowly while we kissed. Breaking apart,
Ished all of my clothes, placing them onto the streamside log.

It was now almost dark and our bodies slid together as we stood in the
twilight, touching, tasting, and exploring each other as if the world
would never end.

He grabbed both of our slippery cocks and jerked them slowly together,
taking me almost over the edge, and then slowing down. I held onto his
muscular, hairy cheeks as we ground together.

Then hebent down and took my cock into his hot mouth, licking up and
down my shaft and twirling his tongue around the sensitive head before
diving for my pubes. I was ready to explode. Licking my balls and thighs
before standing up he turned around and ground his ass into my crotch.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

I spread his cheeks wide and inhaled deeply, savoring his fragrance. His
musk was hot and funky, his crack slick with sweat. I licked his cheeks
and slid my hand under his balls before I brushed a finger against his
hole.

"Oh, God, yeah," he hissed. I licked my finger then slid it into his
hot hole as I nibbled lightly on his hairy cheek. He pushed back and I
could feel his rectum pulse, release, and pulse, sucking my finger
deeper.

"Two," he whispered, and I obeyed by sliding another finger along side
the first. He bucked and pushed back harder, hunching his hips back and
forth on my fingers. Sweat slid off his back, collected into the crevice
at the top of his buns, and then gushed into the crack lubricating our
action.

"Now," he croaked. "Do it now."

I stood up, my knees shaking from the intensity of the moment, and
Iwrapped myselfover his back, sliding my incredibly hard cock between
his legs and under his balls. We hovered like that for a few minutes,
sliding back and forth as I licked his shoulders and neck, running my
hands along his stomach and tweaking his hard nipples.

Marty reached behind and grabbed my slippery cock, pointing it to his
hole. I dipped my knees slightly and then pushed up, penetrating almost
all the way in one fluid motion.

"Oh, yeah," he gasped. "Easy. Easy."

I held still and felt his smooth insides pulse and relax as he tried to
accommodate my length and girth. He pushed back slightly, hissed, pulled
up almost until I popped out, then pushed all the way down, slamming into
my pubic bone and grinding his ass around.

We moved slowly and in synch for a geological era, savoring the
incredibly sensitive feelings of our bodies. Inevitably, our passions
increased and we ended up slamming into each other as night fell in the
glade, pounding and hissing our energies into the quiet.

As I could felt my orgasm rising and I reached around, brushed his hand
away, grabbed hold of his slick cock and pumped him with the same motion
I was using to fuck him. He began to stand, all the while rocking back
and forth, eventually standing on his toes, arching his back against my
chest and thrusting his boner into my hand.

We exploded at the same time, letting out a single, drawn-out "Ugh"
that echoed inside the dark ravine, bouncing up and down the moist walls
and fading as we came down.

Marty turned and I slipped out with a pop as he twisted himself into my
arms.

"Umm," he crooned as he hugged me. "Nice."

"Uh, huh," I gasped; almost seeing stars as I caught my breath. I
grabbed him in a hug and kissed the side of his head, breathing in his
sweaty fragrance as we ground our slippery soft cocks together. We held
on to each other for a few minutes before a cool breeze swept down the
ravine, chilling our sweat-soaked bodies.

"Time to go," I said, lightly slapping his tight rump. "It's almost
too dark to see,"

"I know the way," he said, bending over to grab my clothes and his.
"Let's walk down naked until we're near the road. That way we won't
get our stuff wet."

We picked and poked and slid our way down the ravine, occasionally seeing
a full moon peaking through the treetops and bathing the path in milky
white light. We stopped about 50 feet from the road in a small cluster of
moonlit honeysuckle to pull on our clothes.

"One more time," he whispered as he knelt at my feet and sucked my soft
cock into his mouth, cleaning any remaining cum. I started to get hard
and pulled him up by his arms.

"My turn," I said, bending and slipping his half-hard cock into my
mouth. Iknelt and slid my hands up and down his hairy legs as I sucked
him deep into my mouth. Grabbing his hairy cheeks, I deep throated him,
holding his cock in my throat and sliding my tongue as best I could
around his pole. He reached back, grabbed my hand, guided my fingers into
his cum-oozing crack, then arched his back and exploded in my mouth as I
sank two fingers into this dank hole.

I gave myself two quick yanks and splattered all over his legs -- not as
much as before but enough to make a mess.

"Damn," he whispered. "Awesome."

"Time to go -- again," I replied, patting his cheek one more time and
grazing my hand over his back as I rose to my feet.

We could hear some traffic and see headlights on the road below us as the
park cleared out for the night. Soon the cops would come to check things
out. Not the time to be caught naked in the woods.

We dressed quickly and I smoked a cigarette as he quietly stole away up a
path and into the woods. Crushing my smoke on the ground, I strolled down
the path to the road and walked to my car in the moonlit night that was
suddenly filled with the frantic mating sounds of thousands of insects
and frogs. The night was alive and so was I.

I drove home, knowing I had experienced one of those rare moments when
time almost stood still to allow a few, precious moments of paradise to
be enjoyed by two kindred souls.

It was the only time Marty and I made love. But ourtwilight encounter
developed into a fun andkindly friendship as Marty searched for his
perfect love.

Then he met Jason.

To be continued.

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