Date: Mon, 14 May 2018 12:06:10 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: The Cabin Chapter 1

This is a true life experience.

**025 - Cabin in the Woods   (With Levi)

                                Cabin in the Woods
                                       (With Levi)

This is kinda weird.  I started writing a "story" story; a work of fiction,
inspired by a visit to our favorite lodge in southern Indiana.  This
particular time when we were there I saw a rather crude ad for a private
cabin situated in very secluded surroundings. I thought it would be an
ideal place to get away and write. Just for the hell of it, I made a call
and drove out to check it out. It was indeed very secluded, way back off a
long, sometimes steep, winding lane.  It was owned and being let by a guy
named Harold; the cabin had belonged to his grandfather and then his
father, and now it was his but he didn't use it.

The place was as primitive as I could've asked for. There was no indoor
plumbing; water was from a pump outside. Also outside was the "shower"
which consisted of two barrels overhead on a platform with a showerhead;
the water was warmed by the sun. There was wilderness all around with a
long, narrow span of a field of heavy grass behind the place.  Inside was a
small stove for cooking, and a fireplace.  There was a table, three chairs
and an old fashioned washstand with an honest-to-God ceramic
pitcher-and-bowl for washing up, and honest-to-God homemade soap. There was
a dry sink with granite dishpans.  There was an iron skillet and iron pots
with lids for cooking, and granite drinking cups. Just inside the door were
two red buckets, FOR FIRE. In one corner was an iron bed with a very thick,
heavy comforter serving as a mattress that lay over a tightly drawn rope
"springs." Yeah, it was primitive. Just what I wanted.  There were two
handmade quilts in sealed plastic bags, obviously from the cleaners. I
appreciated that. Harold said I would have to bring my own sheets,
pillowcase and towels.

As I was being shown around I remarked that I had been to another place not
far away a couple of times.  The man smiled and said he knew the place and
the gatherings they had there. (This was a group of guys, "bare boys" who
got together once a month to run around naked and have sex.  Sometimes it
was in someone's home, some hosted the gathering in a hotel suite, but once
a year we gathered at this secluded place in southern Indiana. More about
that in another account, about riding bareback naked.)

Also while I was being shown around this young hunk drove up delivering a
load of wood to the cabin. We were introduced -- his name was Levi -- and
we shook hands.  He had big hands. Big arms, too. And big legs. The kid was
a stud. He was in college at Bloomington, I think, and he worked around the
town and in the area at whatever he could find to earn money for school.

Since Harold had said he knew about the other place and the gatherings they
had there, when we were out of earshot of the college student I asked,
jokingly, if the boy delivering the wood came with the cabin.  He laughed;
he got my meaning.  He said he didn't know, in that respect, but he would
be available to run errands, that sort of thing.

I have to say I didn't have any definite plans to come to the cabin but I
wanted to check it out just in case the opportunity ever came up.
Meanwhile the creative juices were flowing with the arrival of the college
stud, and I was already doing a story in my head. Pure fiction.  It even
had a title, in my head; Cabin In The Woods.  And of course Levi would be a
major character now.  Wow!  Who knew??  Art imitates life?  In this case,
real life took over before I had a chance to get very far with the
fictional story.

Having evolved from a work of fiction to an unexpected real life adventure,
this personal account will perhaps not be as well written as the story
would've been because I don't normally put the time and effort into writing
up personal experiences that I do in writing stories. It will be pretty
long--it was an entire weekend--as I like to have some descriptive detail,
and dialogue, as well as I remember it, enough to make it more readable.

It was some time later that I decided to go away for a few days to do some
writing.  I wasn't thinking about the cabin at the time, but about getting
a place at a state park, Turkey Run. But that brought to mind the cabin I'd
looked at.  So I called to see if I could get it, and when.  I wanted to go
before the weather turned too cold because I envisioned getting totally
"back to nature" and running around with little or no clothes.  I also
wanted the cabin when Levi would be available to "do errands" and hopefully
more. Harold said he knew Levi would be available over Thanksgiving but he
couldn't tell about the weather.  I told him Levi was more important than
the weather so I would take my chances on that if I had to.  But then he
said that Levi often came home over weekends.  I much preferred that; the
earlier the better.  Harold said he would try to get in touch with Levi and
find out when he might be coming home.

I got an email back saying that Levi would be home on two consecutive
weekends in October, from Friday afternoon and not go back till Sunday
afternoon or evening.  That would be perfect. Harold also volunteered that
Levi also sometimes hired out as a guide to go on some of the trails.  If I
was interested, just tell him.

I checked on the weather and decided that the weekend of October 2nd, 3rd
and 4th would be perfect, weather wise--hopefully--Harold said he would
leave the keys to the gate and the cabin in the mailbox and that I should
leave the check there as well when I left, and that he would make sure
there was a good supply of firewood for the stove and the fireplace.  I
told him to hold off on that and have Levi deliver it after I got there. I
would help him unload and it would be a chance for us to get acquainted,
and yes, I wanted to hire him as a guide.  (Whether we actually went hiking
would be another matter). I packed a bag and a minimum of food and took off
with my cell phone.

I arrived Friday late afternoon, got the key from the mailbox at the end of
the lane. Expecting Levi with the wood, I didn't padlock the gate. The lane
leading up to the cabin was rough and winding and very uphill much of the
way.  I let myself in the cabin.  It was still daylight but inside the
cabin it was dark enough that I lit a lamp, and a lantern that hung from
the ceiling. I had forgotten there was no electricity.  Good. No
television.

I had brought some canned stew, baked beans, bacon for one meal, eggs, hot
dogs, bread, some MREs, and some drinks, including premium beer. I drink
very little beer so it's always the good stuff.  All else I would get from
the general store in the village as I needed it.  There was enough wood to
start a fire in the stove and hopefully keep it going till Levi showed up
with more wood, and I set one of the dishpans on the stove and filled it
with water.

Levi arrived about dusk.  I heard him drive up and went out on the porch to
meet him. He had on a blue and white striped T-shirt and tan cargo shorts.
He was tall enough, with long legs so the shorts struck him about mid-thigh
instead of at the knees. He had thick, very muscular thighs. He also wore
heavy work boots and a baseball cap.  He was nicely tanned. He reminded me
a lot of my nephew, Lucas, in his open manner and forthright attitude...and
his build.

"I see you started a fire."  He was looking at the smoke coming out of the
chimney. "Hope you didn't run out of wood. I got here as soon as I could."

"You got here just in time." I went down the steps to help him carry in the
wood, some inside, and some on the porch.  He had brought a good supply of
big chunks for the fireplace as well as smaller wood for the stove, and
some kindling wood for starting the fires. Some larger chunks he left in
his truck that he would have to split if I needed it.

"I don't think you'll need much of a fire, though, just enough to take the
chill off for the night. It's supposed to be sunny and warmer tomorrow."

I told him I was hoping so.  I didn't tell him that I was hoping HE might
help take the chill off.  It didn't take the two of us long to unload and
stack the wood. I used the time to good advantage, to get acquainted. We
talked about school and sports and I steered the conversation around to
girls, because that invariably tied into sex, or talk of sex, and that's
what I wanted to explore with him.

He said he had a girl, sort of. I asked him what he meant by that. He said
they weren't in a committed relationship or anything; they just dated,
because they were "good for each other." Then he laughed and said that
actually, it was a relationship of convenience, for regular sex.  Perfect
opening.

I laughed and said, "And I'll bet you need that on a regular basis."

"No more than other guys, I don't suppose. I just happen to be lucky enough
to find a girl who likes it as much as I do, and with no strings attached."

When we were unloaded he said that Harold had mentioned that I might want
to hire him as a guide to go on some of the trails. I told him yes, and he
asked me what time. I told him I would like to get an early start, be out
to see the sun come up if that wasn't too early for him.

"I can be here any time you say."

"I thought I might go for a walk yet this evening," I said.  "Do I need a
guide for that?"

"Stay on the trail if you go into the woods and don't go in too far. It's
easy to get lost up here if you don't know the terrain.  You'd be okay if
you're just going to walk in the field, you can keep the cabin in sight."

"Well, I am a country boy," I said.

"These hills are a lot different from cornfields."

I asked him if he might be available to come along at that hour; I would
pay him his fee as a guide.

"Sure. Then do you still want me back in the morning?"

I told him yes, if that wasn't too much.

He said, "No, I more or less set aside the weekend. Harold said I
should. He said you might want me to do some errands."

I laughed and told him I hoped I wasn't being charged for the entire
weekend.

He said no, only for the time I used him.  Godd, how I wanted to use him,
and I would pay a premium for it.

"There's no charge for bringing the wood, by the way. Harold pays me for
that."

Before we left, he closed the damper on the stove so it wouldn't burn too
hot. I had not yet built a fire in the fireplace.  We walked in the field
along the edge of the woods. I thought it was so he could keep an eye on
the cabin, with the fire in the stove.  There was no actual trail or path,
I surmised because the cabin didn't get much use. I liked the slight chill
in the air. The night would turn colder.  There was a bright moon arriving.
He stopped us very abruptly and I saw why; we waited for a large snake to
slither away in front of us.

"It wasn't poisonous, but it's best to let them have the right of way; this
is their woods."

We scared a rabbit, and came upon a land turtle. Levi picked up the turtle
and examined its shell closely. He said he had carved his initials in a
turtle's shell a couple of summers ago and he liked to check every one he
found to see if it was the same one.  This one wasn't.

Levi was fun to talk to and fun to be with. I admit part of the
attraction--a lot of it--was his looks and physical appearance.... and,
yeah, I saw him as a sex object.  I had hopes.  All the while, in the back
of my head, I was thinking of ways that I might get something started with
him; maybe even get him to spend the night.

When we returned to the cabin I invited him to stay and eat with me. He was
reluctant at first but with a little convincing he accepted my invitation
but said jokingly that it wouldn't be "on the clock", said he wasn't
charging me to eat my food. And, I wouldn't be charged for the trek in the
field, but I insisted that I would pay him for that time. As I was
unpacking the tote bag he saw the MRE's. He'd never seen one before so we
ate those out on the steps. There was still only a slight chill and no
breeze.  Two raccoons came up to be fed. Levi told me to make sure the door
and windows were secured because the coons would come in and raid the
place.

The evening was wearing on and I had to make my pitch. I could wait till
the next day, but this was the ideal opportunity.

"Listen, since you have to be here so early in the morning, why don't you
just spend the night." Then I felt compelled to give him an out.  "Or, we
can get a later start, it doesn't really matter."

"No, no, we go by your schedule and you said you wanted to get an early
start.  Besides, I want to show you the falls at sunup. That's quite a ways
down another trail."

"Good. Then why don't you stay the night."

"Well....all right, if you're sure it's no problem."

I assured him it was no problem at all, that I would like the company.  He
said he had his sleeping bag in his truck. I was disappointed when he went
out to get his sleeping bag. I had hoped to offer him to share my bed, but
I didn't say anything.  I thought he might think that was a bit too
friendly and even weird.

He came back with his sleeping bag.  "Listen, if you don't mind some
advice, it's a good idea to shower at night while the water is still warm
from the sun. In the morning it'll be cold as hell."

I was delighted that he had mentioned a shower. I thanked him for the heads
up and told him he could shower first, but he insisted that I go first
because I was the paying guest.

"Let's drop the paying guest bit.  I invited you to stay the night so
technically, you're my guest."  But I showered first, at his insistence. I
stripped down to my shorts and got my towel.  He said he would stoke the
fire.  Then he asked if I wanted him to start a fire in the fireplace. I
told him yes.  I thought it sounded romantic; but I didn't say that.

It was nice, being naked under the makeshift shower at night with a bright
moon already out, but I didn't spend a lot of time under the shower. The
water was still comfortably warm, but the night air wasn't. I rushed back
into the cabin, shivering, with a towel around my waist.  Levi had the fire
in the fireplace blazing and I went to stand by it.  I stood getting warmed
up and watched him take off his clothes.  I told him there was another
towel in my bag.

He thanked me as he stripped down to nothing, as guys his age and of his
physical stature are prone to do, with no inhibitions. I was impressed.  I
was excited.  His build was something to behold.  His manhood was
mouthwatering. I watched his tight bubble butt as he left the cabin, noting
the nice tan line of a brief boxer swimsuit.  When he left, I slipped on a
pair of briefs and headed to the outhouse with two Fleet bottles...just in
case.  I hurried because I wanted to be back to see Levi come in from his
shower.

Levi wasn't shivering when he came back in.  I told him he was a better man
than I was. He went over to the fireplace to dry off; another Oh, Godd
moment.  When he picked up the shorts he had taken off I grabbed a pair of
mine and tossed them to him.

"I'm eating your food, using your towel, I'm not going to wear your
clothes," he said, tossing them back to me.

I tossed them back to him.  "Put `em on, you." He put them on. I liked the
way he hefted the bulge when he pulled them up, and how he looked down to
check himself out. Not put on, just natural.  A few minutes after the cool
had swept in from the opened door, it was warm again in the cabin.  Levi
banked the fire in the stove so it would hold for the night and be easy to
get started in the morning. Then he unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor
in front of the fireplace.

"I hate to see you sleep on the hard floor. If you're not paranoid or
anything, there's room in the bed," I told him.

"This'll be fine."

I didn't press it. I hated to see his body disappear into the sleeping
bag. I had such hopes of him stretched out beside me.  I blew out the
lantern and the lamp, leaving the room in the light of the dancing blaze.
It was romantic; just no romance. To get a conversation going again, I
asked him if he was an athlete.  He said in high school. He wasn't good
enough to play college sports, except for flag football and that sort of
thing. I commented that he was in great shape; he said he worked out. I
asked him a couple of other things and he answered but that was all. He
wasn't very talkative and I finally dropped the conversation.

I felt empty, gut-wrenched, watching the handsome teenager gazing into the
fire.  He didn't speak--he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts--so I
didn't talk either. I ached inside as I watched him. His eyes were closed
now.  I wanted this guy in bed with me.  Or I wanted to be down there on
the floor with him. I watched the fire die down to bright embers.  Finally,
I found my courage to speak again.  I was taking a chance--a huge
chance--he might get pissed and leave.  But that's all I had to lose; I had
to take that chance.

"Levi," I said softly, in case he was asleep. I didn't think he was.

"Yeah."

"Listen, what....would it take to get you to sleep with me?"  I was
astonished at how easily the words came out.  I quickly went on, "If you
don't want to, that's all right; we can keep it on a guide-client basis."

He rose up, a smiling scowl on his face, laughing softly.  The sleeping bag
slipped down from his shoulders and chest.  "Wow! I've had some come-ons,
but never anything quite so straight forward."

I was relieved with his light hearted reaction, and quickly took the next
step.  "Those other come-ons....did you take them up on it?"

"A couple. They were mostly from women."

"Mostly?"

"A couple from guys," he said.

"Did you take them up on it?"

"No."

I was disappointed.  His reply wasn't emphatic, but it wasn't a no.  I
decided to back-peddle.  "Well, if you don't want to...I thought it might
be worth a try."

There was a short, awkward silence.

He laid down part way then rose back up.  "I'm straight. Is that gonna work
out?"

"That would work out fine. I'm Bi, if that'll work for you," I said. I
couldn't believe how easily it was going down; how receptive he was.  But
he was a college guy, younger than my more closeted generation.

I was still a little surprised absolutely elated that he got out of his
sleeping bag and came over to the bed. I moved over to make room for him
and lifted the covers. He climbed in beside me and I lowered the covers
over us.

"So you've never done this before," I said.

"No. Well, except for messing around when I was a kid. You know...jackoff
sessions with a couple of the neighbor kids."

I asked him how long they did that.  He said they started when they were
about nine or ten, when they didn't know what they were doing.  He said he
stopped when he shot his first load.  "I figured if I was old enough to
cum, I was too old to be jacking around with other boys." He laughed.  "It
was dumb. We could've had a lot more fun before I finally nailed my first
pussy."

"And when was that?"

"I was fifteen. She was sixteen.  I didn't know what I was doing then,
either, but she did."

"Do you remember her name?" I asked.

He laughed. "I didn't know her name to start with. It was all arranged by
an older guy--a senior.  He said he could get me laid if I was interested.
I was definitely interested. So he got me laid.  It wasn't a date or
anything.  We fucked in the back seat of his car while he drove. It was
just sex. Good sex, but it was just sex. So I remember my first time, but I
don't have a name to remember.  Aaannddd....."  He laughed.  "I'm getting a
hardon talking about it."

I laid my hand on his stomach.  "I can take care of that for you." I rubbed
my hand in wider and wider circles on his hard stomach, slipping my fingers
under the waistband of his shorts.  "Do you have any restrictions on what I
can do, or what you want me to do?"

"I don't have any experience to have restrictions."

I told him we would play it by ear then, and for him to stop me if I went
over the line.

He laughed and said he didn't know where that line was.  Then he said,
laughing, "But if you cross it I'll probably just move it back."

I liked the feel of his abs rippling when he laughed. I slipped my hand
further into his tented shorts till I encountered the root of his cock.  I
curled my fingers around it; they barely touched.  It throbbed in my hand
and I ran my fingers up the shaft to explore.  He was big.  I guess about
eight inches, sight unseen, and his cock had a sexy upward curve.  I
especially liked the head.  It was much larger than the shaft with a wide,
gristle rim, almost a hood that flared back in a mushroom shape. He was
oozing precum that I smeared over the head with my fingertips.

"Nice."

"Thanks." It made him smile.

I pushed the covers down with my feet then tugged on his shorts.  He lifted
his butt up for me to pull them down.  I pulled them off and got between
his legs. His cock was throbbing violently now.  I ran my hands up and down
his thighs, then up his stomach to his chest.

"You've got a great body."

He smiled again.  "Thanks, I try," he said modestly.

I leaned down and began kissing the head of his cock as I stroked the
shaft.  I licked up the precum as fast as he pushed it out and slathered my
tongue all around the big head.  He moaned softly and closed his eyes.  I
did this for several minutes before I finally took his cock in my mouth.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhhh!"  It was a loud, low moan as I engulfed his cock in my
warm mouth.

I began sucking him and playing with his balls. He splayed his legs wider
for me. I tried several times taking him into my throat and did manage to
go down a little bit further each time but I wasn't exactly deep throating
him.  I would, but I felt no real urgency, and I needed to be in a
different position.  I looked up at him and asked how it felt.

"Oh, fuck, you don't have to ask that ever again."

That pleased me.  I went back down on him.

A few minutes later he spoke again in a hoarse voice, "Since I've never
done this before I guess I should ask, do I come in your mouth or just warn
you when I'm close?"

"Both," I said.  "I love the head of your cock, by the way. It's so big,
and the way it flares out so beautifully. You've got a perfect cock."

"Not too big? I notice you're having a little trouble deep throating it."

"You're a real challenge, but you're not too big. I'll do it." I spent time
sucking his balls, and under them. I lapped at the crack of his fine ass,
wondering if he would let me go there. He didn't indicate that he wanted me
to.  I went back to his cock because he seemed to like that the best.  I
paused to get my breath and was stroking his slick cock. "Have you ever
thought you might like to try fucking another guy?"

"No."  It wasn't an emphatic no; he was just answering me that he'd never
thought about it.

"But you're thinking about it now," I said.

He laughed.  "I admit, I am."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Hell, yeah."

I left it there; there was no great urgency for that either, we had all
night, although my ass was already acting up. I resumed sucking his cock.
I gave his cock a lot of attention. That is to say, I sucked him for a very
long time. It was a perfect piece of meat.  Long, about eight inches,
thick, and wide, the oversized head almost menacing if you were easily
scared. The slight upward curve gave him a powerful, virile, commanding
look. The shaft was networked with bluish veins bulging with his life's
blood.  I spent time just looking at it between licks. His cock was almost
muscular.  We both worked together to make it last. Several times he was
close and even begged to release the pressure but I held him off.  He was
glad for that when it finally did happen. I wanted him to go off in my
mouth but I also wanted to see him cum. So I compromised. I raised my head
a few inches above his cock and gave him my open mouth as a target.

"Ohh, Godd!  Ohh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

His body stiffened and he went sort of wild and missed my mouth and I got a
lot of it on my face but he still managed to reward my efforts with several
generous spurts of his warm, sweet cum right in my mouth.  The last of
those I took along with his cock in my mouth. I wanted to finish him off
with the feel of my mouth and tongue. His stomach muscles rippled and
bulged beautifully as he was in the throes of his climax.  His thick thighs
and his pecs bulged powerfully.  Sorry to say I didn't accomplish deep
throating him till after he'd shot his load and I swallowed his deflating
cock along with his cum.

We lay for a long time with his cock in my mouth, swimming in my warm
spit. I pulled his receding cock into my throat and held it there with my
face buried in his pubes. He was amazed that I could do that. In fact, when
I did it, he lifted his head and looked down at me with his mouth open.

"Damn, how do you do that?"

I laughed and told him with great effort.  "Do you mean that girl who likes
sex as much as you do doesn't give you head?"

"Oh, she gives me head, but she's nowhere near as good as you, and she's
never even attempted to go all the way down on me."

"Does she take your load?"

"Very reluctantly.  And then she spits it out."

"What a terrible waste.  That should be illegal," I said.

As I was washing my face he asked me if I did this with guys often. I told
him as often as I could. I asked him if he wanted to stay in my bed and
sleep with me. I think he was hoping I would ask, and he readily accepted
my invitation...if it wouldn't bother me.  We were both glad, later, when
the fire died down and a chill settled over the cabin and we moved together
for warmth. I was surprised how readily he did that but I suppose he felt
more comfortable with it after what we'd done. We slept off and on, never
apart, and each time one of us moved it was against each other.

I finally slept but I awoke to find Levi stoking the hot coals in the
stove. He saw that I was awake.

"Sorry I woke you. I thought I would take the chill off."

"As I remember, you were doing just fine taking the chill off," I told him
with a grin. "I wasn't cold till I woke up and found you missing."

"You would be when we wake up in the morning," he said.

"How far away is that?"

"It's two a.m.," he said.

I told him maybe I wouldn't get such an early start after all on the
trails.

"Yes you will, if you want to see the sun on the waterfall."

I smiled that he seemed to be taking charge, and I have to admit I got a
little short of breath when he came back to the bed, the way his muscles
moved. The guy bordered on being gorgeous. He snuggled right up to me as I
pulled the covers up over us. Actually he spooned me, and I didn't think it
was entirely because he was chilly. He reminded me that I had mentioned
something about fucking, and did I mean it or was I just joking. I assured
him that I was serious.

He said he had condoms in his truck.  I reached under the edge of the
mattress and got condoms and lube.

He laughed. "You were prepared."

I told him I was hopeful.

Strangely, he seemed unsure how it would actually happen, fucking a guy,
positions and so forth. He asked me how we would do it.

"Same position as fucking a girl."  I was on my back and that's how we did
it. I helped him roll the condom on. Not that he needed any help; I just
liked my hands on his cock.  Feeling it in my hands gave me a good feeling,
how it was going to feel in my ass.  Big.  I also lubed up my ass and his
cock. I wiped my hands on a towel and brought my legs up.

"Are you sure you wanta do this?" he asked as he was eyeing my asshole.
"Won't this hurt?"

"Not so it'll matter."  I told him not to worry about it. I didn't tell him
to take it easy; I didn't want him to hold back. I would take it however he
gave it to me.

He applied pressure; hard, relentless pressure, till his cock pushed
through my hole. I said the head was big and wide. It was squeezed in and
contracted by the tightness of my asshole but when it pushed through, it
felt like it expanded to its normal size and I felt it swell out inside of
me. He had a really powerful cock. It felt like an orange or a baseball had
been shoved inside me as my asshole locked tightly around the thick, meaty
flange but it didn't hurt all that bad. He shoved right in, like he was
entering a pussy, which I was sure he was well accustomed to doing.  A
couple of times he paused when he encountered something that he wasn't
accustomed to in a pussy, and he had a funny look on his face. I quickly
assured him that it was okay and he shoved deeper.  It was a tight,
wonderful fit.  There was such a look on his face when he was all the way
in, and he asked me how it felt. I told him tight, big and wonderful.

"And it didn't hurt?"

"A little, but I told, not so you would notice."

He didn't ask anything else and he didn't have to be told to fuck me. He
was good.  He was a natural.  He had some experience. He was better than
good.  I loved the way his curved cock arched up inside me with each
stroke.  I loved watching his cute/handsome face with all of the little
contortions and expressions as he experienced a male ass for the first
time.  I asked him how it felt. He said great.  I asked him how it compared
with pussy.

"Well I might change my mind when I'm fucking pussy next time but right now
I'd say it's better. You're really snug inside, and your asshole is tight
around my cock.  And you're hot in there, with sort of a live feeling."

I laughed. "You don't think pussy is alive?"

"Pussy is a wet, warm hole. Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly.

He was a perfect fuck partner.  I loved watching his face. He had a really
awesome body and I loved watching his muscles as he moved, and feeling
them. He liked that.

He grinned and said, "You really like my muscles, don't you?"

I smiled and leaned up to lick and kiss his chest.  The absolute best part
was when he pulled his cock back and the wide rim of the head was locked
tightly just inside my asshole and he tugged on the muscle. He never pulled
out; he just tugged on the ring of my asshole. He quickly saw that that
really got to me and he started doing it every few strokes.

I asked him how he liked the feel of a man under him compared to a
woman. He said it was different, seeing muscles rippling and feeling
muscles instead of the softness of a girl, even an in-shape girl. He said
he liked it; said he never imagined he would. He pointed out that he
especially liked the feel of my butt in his hands; he liked that
difference.  He said the only thing he missed was a woman's breasts, and
sucking on her tits.

"Sorry, my pecs are the best I can do."

He clasped his hands over my chest and said they would do just fine. I
could tell he was catching on as he rubbed his hands around my chest and my
nipples began to respond to the rough treatment. He smiled as he lifted his
hands, and said, "Your tits stand up hard just like a girl's." Then he
leaned down and licked the right one as I had done to him, and nibbled on
it with his lips while he tweaked the other one between his fingers.

I moaned.

He smiled and asked, "You like that?"

"Yes."

So he went to work on my tits. I was a little surprised but it was obvious
that he was a tit man, among other things.  I let him know that I liked the
attention, especially while getting fucked.

Most guys just mess around for a little bit, which I expected him to do as
the novelty wore off.  But it was soon apparent that he was on a
mission. He got my tits as hard as they'd ever been. He sucked and licked
and nibbled till they were getting sore. But I didn't complain.

At one point he said, "You know I like this, having sex with a guy." He
laughed and added, "I hope that doesn't make me gay."

"I doubt it. If your regular girl showed up at the door you would probably
toss me out of bed."

He said no, he would just make her wait.

It was a wonderful hour or so of sex.  We never changed positions. He
seemed happy with me on my back and I was happy any way he wanted me.  We
both did our share of moaning and groaning and gasping and it got louder as
it got better.  I thought he might fuck me all night.  But he suddenly lost
it, without warning or announcement. His muscles suddenly tightened and he
started convulsing and I felt his cock bolting inside me and I wished he
was spewing copious amounts of cum in me. He really had a ball busting
climax. He collapsed on top of me, my still hard cock pressed between us.

"Fuck, I'm sorry I went off like and left you hanging," he said
breathlessly as he shoved himself up.

"Don't worry about it. It was great."

I noticed him checking his cock as he pulled out and I knew he was curious
but he didn't say anything.  The condom was heavy with his load.  He
started to take it off but I brushed his hands away to do it for him.

"I wanta keep it," I said.

"What're you going to do with it?" he asked with a curious smile.

"Just keep it, as a memento."

He apologized again for going off and leaving me hard but I assured him
again that all was well, that I didn't need to get off to enjoy it.  I
shoved the pillow over for us to share.  He pretty much wore me out, and
himself. I could see he was getting sleepy and I soon went to sleep myself.

Levi woke me up early next morning so we could go see the falls at sunup. I
was glad he did. I didn't know about the falls. It was a long hike in the
morning darkness, but well worth it. It was a beautiful sight, and one that
few people ever saw, he said.  We sat and watched it unfold.

"You've seen this before," I remarked.

"Yes. It's like the dawning of creation."

I looked at him and smiled at his remark. Then I asked in a different tone,
"Will you ever tell your girlfriend?

"About last night? No. At least I don't think I will."

I asked him if he brought girls to the cabin. He said yes, several times,
but not to mention that to Harold.

"What do you think your girl would think if she found out you spent the
night with another guy?"

"She probably wouldn't think anything about it. What I do with you doesn't
take anything away from her."

I wondered aloud if that was the prevailing attitude among young people.

He said pretty much, at least with the other students that he knew. He went
on to say, "You know, you grow up being taught, don't do this, don't do
that, then you go to college and you're living in the same dorm with
girls. All of a sudden you can walk down the hall or go upstairs and crawl
into bed with a girl and nobody cares. Or you wake up to find a girl
crawling in bed with you. It was a real wakeup call for me."

"But you won't tell her about last night."

"I don't see any reason to. Why, do you think I should? What about your
wife? Does she have any clue about you?"

"I don't think so, but maybe.  If she does, well, we just never go there.
Like you said, it takes nothing away from her, or us."

He thought that was pretty unusual but neat.

We had worn our jackets but we took them off when we headed back. He asked
about going on a hike.

"We just did," I said.

"That was a walk in the park. I'm talking about a real hike."

I told him okay.

"Hey do you want to hike naked?"  His face was bright with anticipation for
my answer.

I asked if it would be safe

He said he'd been roaming the hills since he was a kid and he had only met
one other person who wandered onto the property.

"No, I meant hiking through the woods naked. I don't want to go home all
scratched up, or heaven forbid, poison ivy. I would have a time explaining
that to my wife."

He said he would take me on a trail where that wouldn't be a problem, where
much of the distance was in the tall grass skirting the woods.

Back at the cabin we ate breakfast. Levi made eggs and sausage, and toast
by holding bread on a fork over the hot stove.  "I'm glad you asked me to
stay over," he said.

"So am I.  I'm glad you accepted my invitation."

I was excited about hiking naked.  I knew--hoped--that it would lead to sex
on the trail and I went to the outhouse to take care of things. He saw me
take the plastic bottle out of my bag and asked me about it.

"You've heard of a radiator flush? This flushes out all the rust."

"Oh. Okay, I wondered about that. So, you want to fuck out on the trial?"

"Is it okay?"

"Hell, yeah. Another first for me."

We started out fully dressed, in jeans, boots and flannel shirts; he said
we needed to have clothes with us, just in case.  It was still a bit chilly
out, despite the sun, and he said we would be going through some thick
woods at first where the sun didn't shine through.  We got warmed up though
as we went along, even in the woods, and when we emerged out in the open
fields, the sun was warm enough that we took off our shirts. I followed his
lead when he pulled his shirt out of his jeans.

"I've been thinking; you were sort of persistent about me telling my girl
about us.  You weren't hinting around that you would like to have a three
way, were you?"

"No, no. I was just curious, that's all."

"Cause if you're interested, I mean, if I did tell her about you and that
big dick of yours, she might be convinced." He smiled.

"No, that wasn't it."  I was surprised he mentioned the size of my cock.

Further down the trail we stripped down to our boots and tied our jeans and
shorts up in our shirts to carry them.  The sun felt great, and it was an
exhilarating feeling to be outdoors naked. There was such beauty all around
us, with the leaves turning; not to mention the male beauty with me.

Part of the exhilaration was the anticipation of what we both knew was
coming. Levi's anticipation grew to the point that his cock began to get
hard. I noticed but neither of us said anything, till his fuck pole was
standing up at a sharp angle and swaying back and forth as he walked.  I
was getting hard too.

"Is that your walking stick?" I joked.

He laughed and looked at me and said I had the same problem. He squeezed
and stroked his cock a couple of times and asked me if I was ready to take
care of it. I said yes, but then it hit me that I hadn't brought condoms or
lube. He saw the look on my face.

"Did you change your mind?" he asked.

"No, but I forgot the condoms and lube."

He stopped. He looked disappointed as he took hold of his cock.

"Don't look so sad, I can give you head."

"Listen, I know you have to take my word for it, but I'm okay. I mean, I'm
healthy and safe and I'm sure you are too." He sounded anxious.  My asshole
was twitching too, as I eyed his beautiful cock.  "I'm willing to take the
chance if you are," he added.

"All right," I said. "We can use spit for lube."

We got right to it. I think he would've gotten right to my ass but I went
to my knees right there in the trail to suck his cock. He really fed it to
me. He clasped his hands around my head and fucked my mouth while I held
onto his tight butt.  I loved watching his stomach muscles ripple with his
thrusts. It was great doing it out in the open; so great that I took his
rather rough treatment of forcing his big cock deep into my throat with
each thrust.  I did some gagging and coughing and snorting for air and a
couple of times he eased back, but I took clasped his hard butt and pulled
him to me, letting him know that I wanted it that way.  Being out like
that, naked in the outdoors, definitely added something to the
experience. Levi was anxious, but patient. He let me suck his wonderful
cock till he decided I'd had my fill--not really, because I would've loved
to have my fill of his load, but I knew he wanted to fuck me-- then he
pulled his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it.

"You ready?"  he asked.

I turned around and stood up, I didn't know if he wanted me laying down on
bent over.  He bent me over and I put my hands on the ground. I told him to
use plenty of spit. Taking the broad head of his cock was a challenge but
once we got past that it was pure heaven from then on.  This kid knew how
to move. He fucked me bent over like that for a while then he pulled me
straight up to fuck me and surprised me by reaching around for my cock.

"Fuck, you are huge." He put his other hand around my cock and began
jacking me to the same rhythm as his thrusting cock.  I had to stop him
several times to keep from going off.

After a while we got down on our hands and knees and he fucked me doggie
style in the tall grass.

"Look, there's a deer."

I looked up and saw a large buck at the edge of the woods. Levi never
stopped and the deer just stood there looking at us for the longest
time. Finally it came out of the woods and sauntered off. Levi fucked me
through about half dozen near comes--mine--he didn't seem to have any
problem holding his.

"Do you want my load this time, or do you want me to come in you?"

I told him I wanted his load because he tasted good. I thought he was
close. He wasn't.  It was some time before he pulled out rather abruptly,
announcing that he was about to come. He scrambled around in front of me,
down on his knees with his cock aimed at my face.  It was a real turn on,
being face to face with the wide head and his hand pumping the shaft.  I
whimpered as he gave me his load, much of it on my face again, but a lot of
it in my mouth.  Fuck, I loved his cum. We lay down in the grass to
recuperate.

"Man, we gotta get you off," he said, watching my cock still standing tall
up over my stomach. "Goddamn, that is one big cock!"

I laughed. "I didn't think straight guys were supposed to notice other
guys' cocks, especially if they're hard."

"Shit, man, that's a hunk of meat that can't be ignored."

I squeezed his thigh playfully.  "Just joking.  You're obviously happy in
your skin and confident in your manhood."

After a while we got up and went on down the trail.  It didn't take Levi
long to recuperate; like about twenty yards, and his cock was standing tall
again.

"Persistent, isn't it," I joked.  A few more yards and I offered to take
care of it for him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck again.  I told him yes.

We went off the trail a few feet, into the woods and I leaned forward with
my shoulder against a tree this time.  Levi fucked me, hard. I was glad I
had the tree to lean against.  He was serious about getting me off. He
reached around to jack my cock as he fucked me and we both exploded.  The
buildup was so much and I shot so hard and so much that my asshole ached
and so did my prostate.

The rest of the trail, wherever it led, had lost its appeal. It suddenly
wasn't so much about hiking as it was having sex out in the open. My legs
were a little shaky as we headed back.

Back at the cabin we sat out on the porch naked and talked.

"I'm glad you asked me to stay over, and I'm glad you had the nerve to sort
of come out, and you're showing me all this stuff."

I told him the pleasure and the privilege was all mine.  "But do you think
you'll ever use what you've learned?"

 He shrugged.  "There's a possibility.  There's this one guy that I've had
my suspicious about for a long time. All I gotta do now is figure out a way
to approach him."

I told him about eye contact, and gave him a couple of approaches, like the
rest room thing.

He had remarked that the flush might be a good thing to know and I jokingly
asked him if he was hinting that he wanted to find out more.  He said no,
he was joking when he said that. I wasn't sure I believed him. I think it
was his curiosity talking. He was definitely curious and I thought he was
curious about everything. I pursued it, cautiously.

"No, I wasn't asking if you might want to be fucked. I know you're straight
and you wouldn't go for that.  But I could show you, give you a good idea,
what it feels like, for possible consideration down the line, without
giving up your cherry."

He laughed and said he liked the way I put things. He asked, "How're you
going to do show me what it feels like without actually fucking me?"

"Use my fingers."

He looked at me, a dubious look, but and I could see the wheels turning.

"It's no more than getting a prostate exam by a doctor.  You're too young
for that, but it will happen when you get older."

"Does it really feel so good? I mean, I could tell it hurts some when I go
in, and I thought maybe you were just letting me do it. But then you acted
like it felt really good."

"No, it feels incredible. And a finger or two won't hurt at all."

"So what makes it feel so good? I mean, guys aren't exactly built to be
fucked. I know I don't have a clit or anything."

I explained his prostate, relating it to a girl's clit. I told him, "In
fact, I'll bet I can get you off with my fingers without even touching your
cock."

He smiled thoughtfully and said okay, he might try it sometime. Then he
bent down to unlace his boots. He took them off and reached for his bundle
of clothes.  "I need to split some wood," he said as he pulled his jeans
on.  Then he put his boots back on.  "Not a good idea to split wood naked,"
he said as he went to his truck to get the axe.  "A piece of wood could fly
up and de-nut you."

"That would be a tragic loss, you have beautiful nuts," I told him.

I watched as he took the large chunks of wood off the truck and set them in
a row.  Then he went down the line, slamming the axe into each one.  A
couple of them split right in two.  The rest of them would need the
sledgehammer and wedges.  Levi in motion was a beautiful thing to see.  His
muscles rippled so beautifully as he raised the sledgehammer and slammed it
down with such power. I didn't think he was really very aware of himself.
(I was wrong.)

I pitched in and stacked the wood up on the porch as I contemplated my next
move.  I went further out on a limb. "I don't suppose there's any chance
you could spend the night again."

"Getting you all hot and bothered, am I?" he asked with a sly grin.

I laughed.  He was very much aware of the effect he was having on me.  "You
could say that. You have a beautiful body, and it's even more impressive
when it's in motion."

He thought about it for a moment.  "I don't have a class till 1:30. Yeah, I
could stay over."

"Great, because I would like for us to take our time, for me to show you a
couple more things."

"I know, you're just wanting to take your time getting me all hot and
bothered and boned up, then try to fuck me," he said, laughing.

"Whatever happens between us is entirely your call," I said.  "Listen,
Levi, I want to point out something.  Having sex with a guy doesn't make
you gay. It just means you're naturally curious, sexual and open to new
experiences."

"Like I said, I like the way you put things."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make you feel good or okay about all of this," I
told him.

"I am okay with it, otherwise I wouldn't be letting it happen," he said.
"But I don't want you to get your hopes up, about fucking me I mean."

"Okay, you've dashed those hopes," I said.

"So, what else you got to show me?"

"We'll wait till tonight."

We had supper at the small kitchen table. I slipped on my jeans and socks
and boots as well, while Levi built a fire in the stove.  It was rather
intimate, sitting so close across from him, and the oil lamp added to the
atmosphere.  I had a hard time not looking at him, and he caught me several
times.

He cocked his head and said, "What?"

"I like looking at you," I said with a smile.  "I didn't think you were
aware of yourself, your physical attributes, but you are, very much....that
little show you put on for me out there when you were cutting wood."

"It wasn't a show. I had to split those big chunks. If my muscles turned
you on, well, I can't help that."

"I think you were getting something out of it too, me watching you," I
said.

"Are you psychoanalyzing me? Are you a shrink or something?"

"No. But admit it, you like being watched and admired.  On top of liking
sex with guys," I added, laughing.

"I admit, I don't mind being looked at.  I sometimes even dress to show off
my body, like a tight shirt.  What do you do, by the way?" he asked as he
if wanted to direct the conversation away from himself.

I told him about my warehousing business.  We finished eating and cleaned
up.  He said he wanted to shower while the water was still warm.

"Good idea, I'll join you."

He looked at me funny then laughed and said, "Okay, I guess we know each
other well enough to shower together."  He built a fire first in the
fireplace. When it was going good we went to shower.

We did more than shower.  I took the soap from him--he surrendered it--and
soaped up his muscular back and shoulders.  I took my time. "Yes, I like my
hands on your muscles," I said.  I took my time washing his butt as well.
I got his ass really clean, then handed him the soap. I was surprised when
he told me to turn around and he began washing my back.  But he stopped
just short of my butt.

We went inside to dry off by the fire.  "I guess I might as well roll this
up," he said as he began rolling up his sleeping bag.  When he'd laid it by
the door and came back to the bed I took his arm and my other hand on his
hip and urged him to bend over the bed.

"Uhh.....no," he said, laughing.

"I'm not fool enough to try something you don't want to do," I said. "Just
get on the bed on your hands and knees."

He did, reluctantly, watching me over his shoulder.  I squatted down beside
the bed and began rimming him. No foreplay, I just went for his asshole.
He yelled out, "Aww, Fuck!!" like he'd been shot.

"You said I couldn't do that," I joked.

He liked being rimmed and I liked doing it.  He had a smooth ass, very
little hair even in the crack.  He was soon clawing at the sheets.  "Fuck,
man, is this what it feels like?" he gasped.

"This is barely a preview," I said. I stood up and smacked his butt and
pushed him over and got on the bed with him.  I turned him onto his back
and got between his legs and lifted them up and went back to rimming him.
When he reached for his hard cock I brushed his hand away.

"You don't need to do that. Put your arms over your head."  He did as I
told him.

I rimmed him for quite a while.  I really did a number on him.  Several
times he started to go for his cock again but either I stopped him or he
drew his hands away.  Then I introduced a finger.  He brought one arm up as
if to stop me but then slowly let his arm fall over his head again as I
shoved my finger deep inside him.  All the while I was still licking his
ass.  I wriggled my finger around inside his warm, silken ass, purposely
avoided his prostate till I had a second finger in him.  I pulled them both
out and rimmed him some more. His asshole was more relaxed and I was able
to get in deep with my tongue. He loved it. He was whimpering and
practically squealing. I used three fingers. I wriggled them around inside
him for a moment then pulled out and rimmed him some more. I alternated
fingers and tongue several times. I wanted to get him really worked up for
the finale.  I wanted to fuck him.  I didn't think that was going to happen
but I at least wanted to show him what he was missing.  And maybe get him
to thinking.

When I shoved my fingers up inside him again--he was most receptive, he
even pushed back against my hand--I went for his prostate.  He gasped a
loud, surprised, "Aww Fuck!" and lifted his head and his eyes flew open.  I
smiled up at him. His mouth flew open when I rubbed his prostate.
"Geezuss!  What the fuck is that!!"  I didn't answer him.

"Ohhh....Ohh, Godddd!"  He grabbed hold of the iron bars of the headboard.

I didn't let up. I brutalized his prostate, rubbed it, squeezed it till he
couldn't even cry out; he choked on his cries. He seemed to have trouble
even getting his breath. Suddenly he let out an animal like groan, his body
stiffened--fuck his abs were beautiful--and he pulled on the iron bars.

"Ohh...Ohh, Godd...do it!...Fuck, man, do it, or stop!....I can't take
this!"

Was he telling me to fuck him??!!!  I couldn't be sure....I didn't think
so. I was glad I didn't make the move.

"Shit!  Do it, man, take my cock!  Let me cum!!"

"Nobody said you couldn't cum, I just said not to touch your cock."

I still didn't touch his cock and I didn't stop.  Finally, he did it.  His
body convulsed so hard the bed shook. Suddenly he began shooting his load.
I mean his cock literally exploded.  I said "began" shooting his load
instead of "shot his load." That's because it was a rather long process.
He went off like a young stallion. He literally sprayed himself and I could
hear the stuff splattering against the wall.  I didn't count, but he must
have fired off about ten or more salvos of cum and even then it just kept
spewing out.  There was a pond of the stuff that boiled out onto his
stomach. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed my wrist and forced my
fingers out of his ass.

"I c-can't d-do it anymore," he gasped.

So I lay there and licked his ass, very gently, till he came back down.
When his legs grew heavy and came down across my shoulders I hunched out
from under them and moved up to lie beside him.

"Holy Be-Geezuss!  What the fuck just happened!" he said breathlessly.

"That gives you some idea what it's like to get fucked," I said in a droll
tone.

I got up to get my still damp towel to wipe him off.  When I came back to
the bed with the towel I said, "I would lick it off of you but that would
probably gross you out."

I was really surprised when he said, "Go ahead.  Fuck, I'm too weak to stop
you."

He was such a beautiful sight, lying there, his chest heaving, his abs
rippling as he breathed, his dark muscles streaked with cum.  He was
especially sexy with the cum on his face.  I began lapping up his warm cum.
It was thick, having come from the deepest dredges of the tanks, and tasted
wonderful.  I saw him watching me and that turned me on even more. I was so
boned up myself, and I reached down for my own cock. I cleaned his face off
first, purposely rubbing my face gently against his.  His slight beard felt
wonderful.  Of necessity, I came close to his mouth and he turned his head
a little when he thought I was going to kiss him. I would have if he'd let
me, and fed him his own cum.  Then I licked the cum off his chest, then
moved down to the pool on his abs.  All the while I was jacking myself, and
his cum was like an aphrodisiac.

"You really like the stuff," he said.

I murmured and nodded.  I took his cock in my mouth to make sure I got all
of his cum, that and his still rubbery cock was just too irresistible.  He
moaned deep in his belly as I began sucking him. I didn't intend to give
him a blowjob; I just wanted to suck him while I got myself off and enjoy
the aftertaste of his load.  (Yeah, I like cum.)  It didn't take me long.
As I got close, at the last moment, I rose up and aimed my cock at Levi.

He laughed and said, "Oh, No!" and sort of turned away with his hands up
and said something like, "Whoa, wait a minute." but it was too late.

Maybe I should've warned him before he let his hands back down, that I'm a
very heavy cummer. Add to that natural talent and ability, the fact that it
had been building up and I literally hosed the guy down; him and the wall.
He was aghast. He was wide-eyed and he was sort of laughing in disbelief in
between shots, and sort of trying to duck out of the way.  I really gave it
to him.

"Holy fuckin' shit! What the fuck was that!" he said when I was done.

"You said we needed to get me off," I said.

"Geezuss, mister, that was phenomenal.  I never saw so much cum in my
life."

"Hey, you didn't do so bad yourself."

Surprisingly, he was smearing the stuff around, half-assed trying to wipe
it off, and laughing. "Are gonna lick this up, too?"

"No, I've had my fill."

"Damn, I need another shower then."

We showered again, together.  We didn't wash each other this time, though.
There was only one damp towel so we both used that then stood by the fire
to dry off. The bed was a mess, unfit for sleeping. Levi unrolled his
sleeping bag in front of the fireplace and I got the extra quilt out of the
plastic cleaners' bag to cover up with.

(Enough of the details; this is probably getting boring.)

We got a good night's sleep. We slept apart at first but I woke up to find
us tangled up with each other, and also to find us both hard again.  I
snuggled down and sucked Levi's cock again. I didn't bother with my own
hardon except to stroke it while I sucked him.  I took his load so there
wouldn't be a mess in his sleeping bag.  Who am I kidding? I took his load
because I liked his stuff. I didn't get off.  I didn't need to. I would've
liked for him to fuck me again but I didn't have another "flush."

Next morning, Levi left without eating breakfast. I thought he might be a
little too anxious to go and I was worried about that.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. I just need to get back. It's been great, really."  Then he
surprised me again by giving me a hard hug goodbye and a quiet "Thanks." I
guess he was okay after all. I walked him out to the porch.

As he was walking to his truck I said, "Hey, Levi, if you wanta get hold of
me, Harold has my email address."

"Yeah. Okay, thanks."

I watched him drive off.  What a weekend.....of getting away by myself.  I
realized I didn't get any writing done.

                                        The End