Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 17:58:05 -0700 From: Dan B Subject: After All Those Years - Chapter 4 Author's note: This is true story and this is my first attempt to capture it. It is really fun for me to recall all these events. I had already packed my bag the night before, so I went home from work on Friday, changed clothes and drove to Steve's home. As I drove into his driveway I saw has pickup truck loaded with a four-wheeler strapped in the bed of the truck. There were two coolers and a big orange water cooler. I walked to the door and met Steve and his wife, Cathy. After greetings and goodbyes, Steve and I went to the truck. In the back seat were two fly rod tubes, two fishing vests and Steve's bag. I loaded my bag in with Steve's and we drove away. About a mile down the road I started talking about days gone by and I never stopped for about three hours. Steve just smiled and commented every once in awhile. He could see that I was excited about this getaway. Our first stop was to buy fresh eggs. Check! Our second stop was for groceries. Check! After storing the groceries in the coolers and in the back seat, we carried on. Everything was becoming very remote in my mind. I saw quiet beautiful ponds, rolling hills and no street lights. Our next stop met me with a surprise. Lights just came from nowhere as we stopped at the Canadian border checkpoint. I said, "We're going into Canada? I thought your camp was in Maine?" "It is." Steve said. "Now let me do all the talking." "Ok" I said. We filled out a small form, showed our drivers licenses and birth certificates and got back into the truck. I should have known when Steve asked me to bring my birth certificate weeks ago. Fortunately I remembered to bring it. Anyway we drove about a half mile and turned left. He drove another three or four miles and turned left onto a dirt road. I had not seen any lights or houses for about two miles. He kept driving and the road narrowed. Suddenly he stopped in front of a chain across the road. He told me, "Get the keys from the glove box. Go unlock the chain and let me drive over it and then lock it back up." I did this as he climbed out of the truck, reached into a cooler and pulled out two beers. He popped the tab and handed it to me. I generally do not drink beer but today it tasted great. It was early evening by then and about 80 degrees. "We just crossed from Canada into the U.S." Steve said. "What?" I said. "You have a key to the United States?" "Yup" he said. We drank our beer and stopped in fifteen minutes to take a leak. It was funny that we both walked away from each other and peed so that we were hiding ourselves. I guess that is a guy thing. Lol We kept driving until finally we turned left at the bottom of a hill. By this time I was really feeling the five beers. The road narrowed so brush was scraping on both sides of the truck. "What happens if we meet someone?" I said. "We won't" he said, "but if that ever happens someone has to back up until they find a place to pull into the woods." Everything was "pitch black." That means without the lights of the truck we wouldn't be able to see our hands in front of our faces. We stopped and the lights were shining on a shingled camp. Steve backed up and turned the truck around so we were now facing back down the road. He turned off the lights and everything was black! "Here." he said as he handed me a flashlight. I found his hand and took the light. We got out of the truck in the dark and I followed Steve to a 100 lb gas tank. After turning on the gas we unlocked the only door and entered. I could see that camp was one big room. Steve lit a gas light and we went back to the truck for coolers, water and the extra food packed into the back seat. "Now," he said, "you get to learn how to light the gas refrigerator." He gave me wooden matches and he removed the bottom panel below the door of the refrigerator. We both got down on the floor and he explained what I had to do. I was tempted to say, "Now that I'm down here is there anything else I can take care of?" I didn't say that damn it. After three matches I finally got the pilot light to stay on and I heard the compressor start. We got ice cube trays, filled them and put them into the freezer. By morning we would have ice cubes. Let me give you a view of the inside of camp. As you stepped into camp there was a sink, cupboards and a gas stove on the left. The small dining room table was on the right and a wood stove just beyond that. On the back wall were four bunks beds. Yes I said, "Bunk beds." There were two upper and two lower. They were constructed with wood with very little padding. Each one had a sleeping bag on it. Steve claimed the one of the left and told me to take the one on the right. When in bed our feet would be almost touching. Gee what was missing with my "view" of camp? The bathroom? Right. It was outside and it was a single holer as opposed to a two holer. You don't need a tour of it or its smell. Yuck. Steve fetched his stash of whiskey from the cupboard, two glasses and a can of 7 Up. I got two sandwiches and some chips and we sat at the table to eat. Conversation was lively as we chatted again about the past years. He told be about his stint in the US Air Force, his marriage, the birth of his two kids and his work history. I had already told him most of my stuff during the three hour non-stop talking. I thought it was interesting that we both "talked around" our swimming fun, me beating off each night and banging the headboard against our common wall and the day he decided that I was going to suck his cock. We drank, finished our sandwiches and decided to play Cribbage. Keep in mind we both had already drank five beers and now we were drinking seven and sevens while I lost at Cribbage. All that drinking made us both have to pee every half hour or so. When we had the urge we just went outside and chose a tree. About 2:00 a.m. we decided that it was time for bed. We both stripped to only our underwear and got into our sleeping bags after turning out the gas lights. It was dark like no other dark and silent. I mean really silent. No traffic, no planes, no sirens. Nothing! "Cumfy?" Steve asked in the dark. "Yes" I said, "You?" "Yup, real cumfy." There was a big gap of silence followed by, "So do you remember when we worked at the camps and would go swimming in the afternoon?" Steve asked out of the blue. "Oh yes I remember very well." I said. "Remember when we would stroke each other off in the water and the cum would rise to the surface making us jump out of the way so we wouldn't get it all over us?" Steve said. "How could I forget?" I said. "Do you remember the day I tried to get you to suck my cock?" he said. "I remember that day like it was yesterday," I said as I felt my dick coming to life. "Do you regret that you didn't suck me off?" Steve said with a trembling voice. "There's no time like the present." I said. There was a short silence followed my a quiet groan and "Holy shit I've got a wicked hardon." With that said I open my sleeping bag. My own dick was throbbing. I crawled from my bunk to Steve's without touching the floor. As I straddled his legs I reached for his now uncovered cock. I gripped it gently and stroked it a bit. "Holy fuck!" he said, "That feels fantastic." Keep in mind that it was still totally dark, so "feel" was the only way to stay in touch, so to speak. I rubbed a finger over the head of his dick and felt precum. He groaned even louder. The more I stroked, the more precum leaked out of his throbbing cock and ran down my hand. I stretched my body forward a bit, found his face and kissed him gently on the lips. Immediately I sensed that kissing was not and would never be a favorite thing for Steve. I had forgotten that he was not experienced like I was. For a brief moment I lay on top of him grinding our dicks together. The precum made it feel like we were fucking each other. In a way we were. I slowing scooted backward straddling his legs again. I stroked his cock again and when the groaning got louder I took his cock into my mouth and went deep throat to his pubes. He groaned and his back arched like he was going to cum. "Oh my God," he said, "I have never felt anything so fantastic!" "I am very close to cumming." I started sucking harder as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. "Oh God I'm going to cum!" Steve said, as I continued to assault his six inch thick stiffy. "I'm cumming!" Steve said as I held fast and he unloaded a bucket full of cum down my throat. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth and knew that cum was still shooting from his slit. When he finished he just lay still as I licked him clean. His cock was real sensitive so he jumped a few times as I licked. I wish I could have seen his face to get a better feel on what this experience really was like to him. I stretched my body forward again and lay next to him in the narrow bunk. He could feel that my cock was still hard. He reached down and took my cock in his hand. "Shit, this is a better hand full then it was back then." Steve said. "It works better than it did way back then." I chuckled out loud. As I said that he stroked me two or three times and I exploded all over his stomach and chest. "What a mess!" he said and we both laughed loudly in the dark of the night. ________________________________________________________ All of my stories may be found by clicking on the "Authors" button Author's notes: If you enjoyed Chapter 1 of this new story, I'd appreciate hearing from you. My address: pnub1113@gmail.com Please include the name of the story in the subject line in case your email lands in my junk file. 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