I am pleased that many of you are starting to take a shine to Mitch, because I know a lot of you were not fans from his cheating encounter. Say Goodbye to Sparkleland shows that while he has made many mistakes, he is still a human being that feels emotions like everybody else.

This chapter is big in Mitchell forming his outlook on sex.

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8

 

Logan was still upset that he had broken up with me in college on the very night I was going to tell him I was in love with him. That news was very disarming and unsettling.

For him.

I dealt with it back then, during our senior year. I didn't hold anything against him now.

"Why did you want to be friends again after all that?"

"Spring break."

"Huh?"

"I headed home a week after our breakup. I was a mess. I tried to hide it from my parents."

"Whom I had just met a few weeks prior. They must have thought I was a total ass."

"Mm. Maybe back then. We don't talk about you, but I told them years ago that you and I had a renewed friendship."

"So, what happened during spring break?"

I reached for my book.

"Number 8. Arlo. Camping trip. Hard: seven to eight inches. Soft, five. Thick. Uncut. Beautiful balls. Pre-cum — finally! Curly chest hair. Rugged good looks. Unsure on cum."

"Just you reading that makes me want to ask questions, but ... finally?"

"You probably remember my dick leaks pre-cum. Quite a bit. No one I dated did up to that point, or not that I noticed."

"Almost all men have pre-cum; it just doesn't leak out with a lot of males."

"The whole pre-cum thing was kind of ... not pissing me off per se, but just making me think, `What the hell?' I was just feeling different."

"Sexuality, sex organs and sex acts themselves are almost all different from person to person. It's not like an assembly line of exact same models."

"Anyway. I was upset. Since I got over Cruz with you, I figured I would just ... replace you, so to speak."

"Tell me."

"I went to a gay bar."

"Back home."

"I just wanted to drown my sorrows, I suppose. The bar was fairly busy. I sat at the bar. Others filled the tables. I was on my second drink. Arlo came in. There weren't a lot of places to sit, and he took the seat next to me. We nodded our heads to each other as he sat."

"Did you talk to each other?"

"At the end of his first beer, he started conversation."

 

"Are you new in town? I haven't seen you at The Rig before. You don't look exactly look like a truck driver."

I looked around The Rig. It was three blocks from a truck stop along the highway. It never occurred to me that drivers might look for a hookup when in town. So many things had never occurred to me. I could see a man in a denim shirt with sleeves ripped off. He fit the bill of a truck driver, but maybe I was just being stereotypical. He could be a store manager for all I knew. I noticed a couple of guys sucking face.

"Nope. About to graduate college. Two months left."

"If it makes you feel better, I would have pegged you for 25."

"Thanks. I guess. I'm Mitchell ... Mitch."

"Arlo."

I ordered a third beer, Arlo a second.

A few minutes later, he said, "Mitch, if I ordered some nachos, would you like some?"

"Is this a ploy to lure me into bed?" I joked, and then immediately winced at making the tasteless joke.

"If I can manage that with half a plate of nachos, you're a pretty easy hookup."

I laughed. "I don't know why I said that. PLEASE forget it."

He chuckled.

We made small talk as the snack was being prepared. Potholes. "The Planet of the Apes." Cheddar vs. Colby Jack. Traffic circles around City Hall and the downtown library. Carrie Underwood.

The platter of nachos arrived. It was huge.

"Man!" I remarked.

"That's why I like to share."

"I still think it is a way to pick up men," I smiled, taking my first chip. "What's all on this?"

"Seasoned beef, refried beans, onions, tomatoes, jalapenos, green chilis and the zigzag is the bar's own ranchero sauce."

"All sorts of things you shouldn't eat before picking up a hookup."

Arlo chuckled.

I had noticed how good-looking Arlo was before, but as he crunched on cheesy chips, I took in the entire appearance. He had shaggy brown hair, which also was clearly visible in the collar of his shirt. His jaw and cheekbone were strikingly masculine. His arms looked like he could pick me up with no problem. Not snap-me-in-half muscular bit still on the hunky side. He was hot.

So were the nachos.

I lunged for my beer as the combination of hot cheese and spicy jalapenos set my mouth on fire.

"Careful now," Arlo grinned.

"They're good, just hot."

We continued to crunch through chips without saying anything.

"Thanks for sharing," I said after a few minutes.

"And no strings attached."

"Good to know. I wouldn't want to be misleading."

"No problem. But you sure would make for a nice dessert."

 

"The conversation was light, but a touch flirty. He was somewhat of a country-looking guy, but not cowboy hat and boots. Arlo wasn't someone you would take for a real estate broker. Off-the-charts masculine."

"Was this a hookup just because you ... were hurt by my breakup?"

I thought about it. "No, probably not. Sure, part of me was still smarting after the sudden shock, but I wasn't attempting to do anything foolish."

"Go on."

"He was nice. Arlo was a bigger man in terms of body weight and muscle. A little taller than me. An outdoors-type guy. We shared nachos and made small talk. Before I knew it, conversation became a little more suggestive."

 

"How do I know you aren't a serial killer?" I joked.

"Vance will vouch for me, right Vance?" Arlo asked the bartender.

"Don't put words in my mouth," Vance said from behind the bar. He turned to me. "As someone who has been in bed with Arlo, I can tell you he's a perfect gentleman and an incredible lover."

"And yet ... he isn't asking you out."

"I didn't ask you out yet either," Arlo rebutted.

"There was insinuation going on," I quipped.

We smiled at each other.

Just the very idea of hooking up with a stranger was a stupid idea. There was risk. My heart was a mess. I wasn't ready for someone new. It was all bad.

"I'm coming off a bad breakup," I said.

"I'm not looking for anything but fun," Arlo replied.

"Fun, huh?"

He nodded.

I deserved fun. I was burned twice by love, so maybe fun would be just what I needed. I still wasn't convinced. There were all sorts of unknowns with jumping into bed with a stranger. (Were we jumping into bed?) When we were done, would I stay at his place or just go back home? Was I a hookup-type person? (Were we hooking up?)

 

"One thing led to another. The final question was if I was okay with him being the top. At that point, on my fourth beer, he paid for my tab and asked me to follow him to his house. He had some pot; we shared a joint, which I regretted because I hate the smell of it, but at that point, I had no inhibitions. It could have gone terribly, but it didn't."

"Thankfully."

"Right. But, it ... changed things for me."

"In what way?"

"More than one. That first night was all about just having fun. I had become accustomed to feeling something for the person I was having sex with ... Arlo and I were all but strangers. It was just about the sex at that point."

 

"That's a nice dick you have there," Arlo said.

"Look who's talking? Your cock looks pretty amazing."

Our clothes were on the floor of Arlo's bedroom. I didn't feel worried at this point. It wasn't until the next morning that I surmised that was probably the modus operandi of a serial killer, but I was completely naked with this fantastically hung man. I wanted his dick. I didn't care about emotions or love or feelings. I was horny — and somewhat buzzed — and just wanted him.

Arlo would be the thickest cock I had ever had inside me. That concerned me a bit. I was looking for "fun," not pain.

Through the murky cobwebs of my brain, I was still coherent enough to realize that Arlo probably hooked up with a lot of people. My mind started scrambling on how to get out of this if he wouldn't wear a condom. I wanted his cock really badly, but would I regret it with a threat to my life? My heart started pounding. How did I get in this situation? I was about to graduate college ... where was my wisdom?? As my mind started to spiral, I saw him open a drawer. There were numerous condoms visible. Suddenly I exhaled.

"Climb on top of me," he instructed, as he stretched his body from his pillow to the foot of the bed.

"Uhh..." I wasn't sure if meant to lay on top of him or to ride his erection.

Arlo reached up his arms to me and pulled me on top of him.

"I'm not always a kisser, but you're quite the looker, Mitch." His lips were on mine.

It felt weird to kiss a guy I had just met two hours ago. His lips felt good on mine — or was that just the beer and pot making me think so? — and the tension left my body. Arlo kept his tongue in his mouth, but I found his kiss to be very sensual. I liked it.

Our dicks pushed into one another as our mouths sealed in wet, elongated kisses.

"How often do you do this?" I asked. Once again, I regretted asking my question. It sounded judgmental.

"Whenever I need to."

That gave me no answers. Did he do it once a month, once a week, five times a week? Did he pick up a new guy each time? Did he have regulars? I was spiraling again.

I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks, which caused me to press my cock harder into his groin.

"I want that. My dick needs to be in that ass o' yours."

I got off him. I made sure he reached for a condom. I had never watched another man put one on. He wiped his pre-cum on the sheet before rolling the latex down his shaft. It was fascinating to me.

"Let me get you ready for my dick," he said.

Arlo reached for a bottle of lube from the condom drawer. He didn't place any liquid on his hard-on. He motioned for me to straddle his shoulders. I watched as my rigid organ was drawn into his mouth. Arlo had a moustache and goatee that made it tickle just slightly, but it felt soft at the same time. I soon learned Arlo was a pro. My dick felt amazing in his mouth, but his true skills were him opening the bottle of lube and working it on his fingers behind me, without being able to see anything. With no visuals to go by, his digits perfectly worked themselves into me. One finger came first, and it felt great. He knew exactly how to widen me with two fingers. For the first time, a third finger entered me.

"Nnnnnn," I murmured, as my body tensed.

Arlo amazingly made all three fingers pulse inside me in the most pleasurable way. I felt like I could take anything.

As he continued to suck me, I could hear the bottle snap open again. The sound of lube being shimmied up and down his fat pole let me know I would soon be impaled by the biggest penis I had ever seen in real life.

The bottle snapped closed, and I heard it land on the side of the bed. He took his mouth off my cock.

"Move back," he said.

"Okay."

I wriggled my hips back to his waist. I rose up, preparing for the worst. He held his cock erect, and I lowered my hole to it. I felt the tip poke at the entrance. He had opened me so well, that as he pushed his slick rod up into my waiting hole, it went in without a problem.

It felt good.

It felt welcome.

It felt glorious.

I was in for the fuck of my life.

I rode his body. I moved up and down. I shifted forward and backward. I squirmed in circles. His dick was enjoying a carousel ride.

"That's really nice," he said.

Arlo reached for my bobbing flesh. His hand had just a hint of lube still on it, and I liked feeling him pull my organ.

"Yeah." He stroked me hard. "Oh yeah."

Pre-cum leaked from me, and he worked it around my rod.

I rode his body for quite a while. Arlo was surprisingly quiet, which I appreciated. What he didn't say in words, he conveyed through his facial expressions. I could see the pleasure.

"That's really nice, Mitch, but I want to finish another way."

"Uh. Okay."

"Lay down where I am."

I followed instructions. It didn't occur to me that it wasn't as if I had any say so in the matter. He was a pro, and I was enjoying everything, so I just went along.

"Spread for me."

I spread my legs wider exposing my gaping hole to him again.

I watched him add just a little more lube to his sheathed cock. It was spread onto the tight latex casing. Then he maneuvered above me. I tilted my head up to see my hole swallow his giant cylinder of male magnitude.

"Ohhhhhhh," he breathed. "Nice."

Arlo was leaning on stiff arms, hovering above me. I became entranced watching him fuck me. I reached up to feel his curly chest hair as his body rose and fell, thrusting his dick in and out of my eager hole. The sensations inside me were like nothing I had ever felt before. He began to grunt as he fucked me harder and harder. My left hand continued to tease his chest hair, but my right hand wanted to pleasure my own cock.

The stimulation was extreme — again, was it the beer and pot or just the fact that his lovemaking was really that powerful?

"Your dick is amazing, Arlo. It's ... oh my gawd. I love it in me."

He didn't say anything. He just lightly grunted. He pushed harder and faster and groaned a little louder. I wanted to come with him, so I jerked harder. My breathing became gasps as we were male sexuality on steroids. Arlo's neck and shoulders developed a slight sheen of perspiration. I could feel it on my own neck as well. His thrusts were hard, as hard as his cock inside me. He pushed and shoved rigid flesh into me, touching such pleasurable spots inside my body.

"Mitch. Mitch, I'm there."

He moved my body half a foot as he shoved his cock deep in me. He froze as his balls emptied their contents into my innermost channel. His neck strained as he looked upward, unloading his seed in me.

My hand vigorously worked my own erection.

"Fuck me some more. Don't stop. Stay in me."

Arlo fucked me, but I knew he wanted to be done. He pushed hard and gave me a kiss, which surprised me. He tasted my lips, as I moaned into his.

The first shot of cum erupted from my rod. Cum kept dripping and oozing and escaping and releasing for a long time. It was a serious orgasm. It felt different than others I had experienced before. It was really astounding.

He gave me one last kiss and then dropped down next to me.

"That was great," I said.

"I'm glad."

I wasn't thinking about Cruz. I wasn't thinking about Logan. I wasn't thinking about love. I was just in the throes of incredible sex. And it was good.

"How long are you in town?"

"Only a couple more days."

"A shame. I leave on business in the morning."

I picked up his phone. I entered my phone number.

"Maybe we'll do this again sometime."

"Sounds good."

After a few minutes lying at his side, Arlo eventually turned to me. "I do have to leave on business in the morning."

"Oh." I took it that was my queue to leave his house.

 

"And the sex that night was top tier. It wowed me."

"Okay." I wasn't sure if Logan felt like his lovemaking was being compared to Arlo's or what.

"I didn't know if just seeking sex over love was a good idea or not, but for the moment, I felt that was what my heart was telling me to do."

"Did you ever see this Arlo ever again?"

"Yes."

 

May was particularly warm. Spring had started off nicely.

It was Wednesday. As I sat in the cafeteria alone, I heard a text notification come in.

"I'd like to go camping this weekend. I was wondering if you were coming home."

I didn't recognize the number.

It was followed by: "Arlo."

Camping. I hadn't been camping since fourth grade. Is sleeping on the ground and hearing and slapping bugs really that fun? Shitting in the plants and cooking small meals over a fire ... why did people do this again?

"How would I fit in?" I texted.

"I was hoping I would fit IN YOU."

Damn. I'd love to be fucked by Arlo again. I hadn't planned on going home. If I did this, it would be weird to go home and then leave with Arlo. My parents didn't need to know.

Know???

Was that all it took? One text from an almost-stranger to where I would be driving almost two hours just to have sex with him again?

Yep. That's all it took.

 

—

 

"I'll be honest, I'm not much of a camper."

"I'll make it easy for you."

Arlo shut his pickup door and began backing out of his driveway.

"Where are we off to?"

"Lake Amberlin. I like it there. It should be around 80 for a high and 60 as a low."

"Sounds ideal."

"When I saw that forecast, I knew I wanted to get out there. I love it there. You can see so many stars. The hills in the background are popping with green. It's beautiful."

"Nice. How far?"

"About forty minutes."

Arlo had packed numerous sodas, beer, chips, sandwiches, cheese, potato salad and fruit. I reached for a Coke and popped the tab, releasing a hiss of carbonation into the air.

I couldn't help wondering why of all his potential hookups, why he chose me. I tried not to think about being murdered out in the hills where no one would ever find my body. Arlo had been a phenomenal lover before; I didn't think I needed to worry now.

"Arlo, why did you ask me to come?"

His body bounced as we went over rough road. His eyes never left the windshield. It took him half a minute before he answered.

"I liked it last time. I thought maybe you could, you know, make this time at the lake more special."

"Aw. Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was one." He turned to me. "I mean it."

We pulled into the campground around noon. There was a scattering of campers, but I figured with the nice weather it would be full.

"It'll be packed after Memorial Day. That's why I like the earlier weeks."

We drove down the asphalt road to its end.

"I noticed you picked the furthest spot from the office and facilities."

"I also like it when I have more opportunity to be naked."

"Are you a nudist?"

"Not exactly. But when I'm out in nature, it's nice to not have to be concerned with clothes sometimes."

"A nudist."

"Stop calling me that. I don't like to be around other people that are naked."

I laughed.

He turned to me. "You don't count. I'm looking forward to being with you."

"Why?"

"You're nice, Mitch."

"You hardly know me. We shared nachos and then fucked one time. For all you know, I'm a human trafficker and run over kittens."

"At 22? I doubt it. I can read people pretty well."

"How old are you?"

"Does 30 sound old?"

"Mmmm. Older than 22. But not old."

"I'm 31."

Wow. I had sex with someone in their 30s. Was that weird? Just because I was in college, did I have to fuck people my age? I hardly knew Arlo, so what difference did his age make?

Who had I become??

After twenty minutes, Arlo had a tent set up, a campfire ready to go and a beer in both our hands. We were in two chairs, and I had noticed that he had positioned the tent to where everything at our site was on the far side from the rest of the road and campground. Not that there were many people close to us. Most people wanted to be closer to the General Store and bathroom facilities. The closest tent was probably a quarter mile away.

"So now what?" I asked.

"We relax. We enjoy nature."

"And how do we do that?"

"Well, when I come alone, I like to go fishing some. When I come with someone else, I like to get comfortable."

"Nudist!"

"Stop callin' me that."

"Did you ask me to come because I'm young?" I asked, taking a swig of beer.

"Are you implying I'm ancient?"

"No. But, clearly, you're older than me."

"So, why are you here, Mitch?"

I took another drink. "I liked our encounter last time. I'm not much into camping, but I do like ... fun."

"Fun is a good thing," he said, finishing his first bottle.

Arlo pulled off his shirt, eventually stripping down to his boxer shorts. The sun was out, making the temperature approach 80 degrees. I remained in my clothes. Arlo didn't seem intent on anything sexual that I could tell. He was just "comfortable."

I loved looking at his chest. There was something alluring about an older man. I slightly questioned why I was even here. Had I not been prepared for my final weeks of class, I never would have accepted. Sex with him a few weeks back was great. I was intrigued. It was somewhat of an adventure.

Fun.

No strings attached.

He was pretty hot.

That became literal after his skin was exposed to the sun for about 30 minutes. There was a slight glisten to his flesh.

"So, what do you do out here?" I asked after a while.

"Lots of things. I take in the sounds. I listen a lot. And then I will fish sometimes. I'll sometimes bring something to read. I jerk off. I fuck. Lots of things."

I tried to process that list.

"Is it okay if I read a chapter for one my classes? It's all I really need to accomplish for Monday."

"That's fine. I have something to read too."

I went into the tent to grab my textbook. When I came back out to my chair, he had a paperback of some kind in his hand.

"What did you bring?"

"Murder mystery."

"I see."

"I like them. War stories too." He looked at me. "Take your shirt off. Absorb some sunshine."

I did. I was still in shorts, but the sun felt good on my skin.

As I started reading, at first, I thought it was too quiet. Then my ears picked up on the subtle sounds of nature. It almost became distracting. It was a symphony. Once I allowed it to by white noise, I could concentrate on the chapter I was supposed to read. What should have taken thirty minutes took almost forty-five.

When I shut my book, I turned to see Arlo still reading. He had pulled his boxers down below his balls and he was slowly pulling on his cock. It was hard. It was big.

"Hot chapter?" I asked.

"Nah. Just reading. I like feelin' myself when I'm focused."

Arlo was authentic. He didn't try to be anything he wasn't. He didn't have to impress me. His dick alone did that. He was just himself.

"Beer?" he offered.

"Sure."

He stood. I figured he would tuck his genitals back in his boxers. Instead, he let them slip to the ground. I gathered it would be a nude afternoon. His hard penis jutted outward at beyond a 90-degree angle. (Mine would have been practically vertical.)

Seconds later, he returned with a cold beer. Ice crystals slid off the cold glass.

"Thanks," I said. "Nudist."

"Bite me," he said effortlessly.

When he sat down, he placed one of his feet at the edge of the chair, making his knee jut in the air. It exposed his crotch for me to see. I wanted to see it. He wanted me to see it. But he still pretended to read.

My cock was hard. Although I was still in shorts, my erection pushed the fabric into a raised bulge.

"Something wants to be comfortable," he mumbled.

"You aren't even looking at me. How ..."

"I can see what I want to see."

Arlo sat the book down. He walked over to me. His fingers reached for the button on my shorts.

In no time, he knelt before me and had my cock springing free. Arlo's mouth swallowed me. He was an expert at sex. His blowjob told me that. His dick inside me last time told me that. He was authentic. He had no bravado about himself. He knew he was good, and he enjoyed his life.

At first, I leaned my head back and just became consumed by the pleasure of his oral attention. As he started grunting in my cock, I looked up. He was pulling on his giant club as he bobbed on my crotch. I noticed the ground didn't look too comfortable.

"Let's go inside," I suggested.

He looked up at me and nodded.

Once inside, he took off his shoes, and I removed everything.

The bedding was interesting. It was soft enough, but by no means a mattress. I wasn't even sure what the foam material below the sleeping bags was.

"Where was I?" he softly said, pushing my chest down with his arm.

"Yeaaahhhh," I moaned as his tongue pulled my cock into his mouth.

A few minutes into it, he had my climax building. I wasn't sure I wanted to be done yet.

"Want me to do you?"

"Nn-uh" he uttered into my rigid flesh.

He sucked me faster, up and down. My cock wanted to explode.

"Arlo. Arlo! Dude, I'm gonna come."

His breath flared from his nostrils like steam through my bush.

"OoooOOOOoooOOOooohhhhhhhh."

I came hard. His tongue traveled completely around my shaft licking all my cum.

"Fuck. That was great," I complimented, as I petted the hair on his head.

He pulled his mouth off my dick. It was wet and shiny, even in the dim lighting of the tent.

"I aim to please."

"Your turn?"

`Nah. I'll wait until tonight."

"Really?"

"No problem. I'll want to be in top form."

He placed his body next to mine.

I moved over to nudge my skin against his. We were both warm. His skin was probably hot from the sun, but the sexual energy between us had our bodies rather inflamed.

Arlo reached for my hand. At first, I thought he was going to hold it, but then he placed it on his raging erection. My fingers gracefully wrapped around it. I gently stroked it. I took my time tracing the length and thickness of it. I jerked on it slowly.

"Sure you don't want to go further?" I softly asked.

"I like you touchin' it. Just slow. I'll wait until tonight."

I liked touching it too. It was nice to see a man have pre-cum too. I moistened my palm with it.

Arlo rolled on his side. I moved up behind him. My cock fit right into the crevice of his ass. It almost made me hard again. I reached around and held his dick again.

"Nice," he said.

We breathed in and out together. It didn't surprise me that we drifted off to sleep. I heard his nostrils wheeze a bit, indicating that he had slipped off. His cock in my hand remained firm. I gently fondled it in my fingers. I pressed my face into the back of his neck.

Three minutes later, I was out.

 

—

 

When I awoke, I looked for my phone. It was 5:20. I was still naked on the bedding. I turned to look for Arlo. I could see him standing near the campfire. I then realized he had built a campfire.

I walked to the tent opening. Arlo looked up at my naked body.

"You're kind of beautiful that way. If I had my phone near me, I'd take a picture of that. It's kind of sexy."

I threw my phone at him. "Go ahead."

"That's not my phone."

"I can text it to you."

He took a photo of me nude in the tent.

"If I choose," I teased.

With a tap of the screen, he rebutted, "Texted it to myself."

"Let me see."

He showed me the picture. I liked how my dick looked hanging in it.

Arlo was back in boxers. "Coffee? I felt like some."

"Nah. I'll go with another Coke."

I got myself a soda and reached for my shorts, but I decided to leave them in the tent. I took my chair in the nude. The sun wasn't overhead anymore, so it wasn't beating on me.

Arlo stepped into the tent and came out with a joint in his lips. He took a puff and handed it to me. I didn't like pot, really. But I had a good time with him weeks ago. Perhaps the sex was better because of pot. I took a puff. I coughed a bit, and then I took another hit.

 

"He asked me to go on this camping trip that spring. I wasn't a camper really, but I was intrigued by being with him in the outdoors. It was really kind of silly."

"Why so?" Logan asked.

"It was all kind of ... NOT me. I didn't like camping. We were naked for a lot of it. I didn't like pot, but I smoked it."

"Not a good time then?"

"It was an amazing time. We didn't know each other well, but we just sort of fit into each other's world that weekend."

"Meaning?"

"We were a good fit. He was 31; I was 22. It was just supposed to be fun. More than a hookup, but not really a date, if you can call camping a date. I enjoyed talking to him. He was different than anyone at school."

"What made him different?"

"He was ... himself. True to himself. He wasn't fake in any way. I could tell I was with the real Arlo."

"I'm not sure if I follow. Was I not real? Was Cruz fake in some way?"

"We were all young. I know 31 isn't old — I'm older than that now. But back then, he was the mature adult, and I was still in many ways a kid. I liked that he didn't have anything to figure out."

 

The effects of the joint weren't major, but I felt ... "light." The caffeine of my soda was probably in battle with the pot, but I didn't care. In fact, I didn't care about anything. I didn't have a care in the world. I didn't care that my penis was hanging out for the universe to see. I wanted the hills to see it. I wanted the trees to take their dicks out. Then I realized the effects may not have been major, but I would have been technically stoned. It must have been good weed.

"Do you bring people here often?"

"No. Not everyone will come. Some just don't care for it."

"I'm liking it more than I expected to."

"Good." Arlo warmed his coffee cup. His hand reached into his boxers to grope himself. I could tell he wasn't hard in there. He appeared to be fondling his balls. "First person I brought up here was a woman."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She was a screamer. We got a few stares the next day."

I chuckled. He joined me in laughter.

"It's why I like these far spaces."

"That and your nudist fetish."

"Am I nude now??"

"You will be."

His boxers were thrown in my face. We both howled with laughter. Arlo's penis hung beautifully. I hadn't seen it in its flaccid state before. I always thought I had a nice dick, but I would have traded it for his. Although I preferred being cut.

"Want something to eat?"

"Totally."

His naked body walked into the tent. A bag of packaged food items was brought out. We opened some chips, and he handed me a sandwich. After a few bites of it, I looked at it.

"This is better than I was expecting."

"Thanks. I think."

"I was just expecting cold cuts on soft bread, but this is ... what's on this?"

"Toasted whole grain, thinly sliced roast beef, deli mustard, gouda cheese and fresh-sliced tomatoes."

"It's very good."

Arlo just grinned as he crunched down some barbeque kettle chips.

This was just a weekend thing, but I was enjoying my time with him. Had we lived in the same town, I could see us spending more time together. After graduation, would I be here back home? Was Arlo a reason to come back home?

After we finished eating, he asked me to go walking with him. There were some simple trails in the groves of trees, but mostly it was just shoreline around the lake. Both of us stopped to take a leak during our walk. I guessed it was natural, but it still felt odd to just pee outside. I wasn't sure why. Animals did it every day.

On occasion, he would tell me something about an animal we spotted or a certain kind of tree I found pretty. He seemed quite knowledgeable about the outdoors.

There was a small embankment during our walk. He reached down his hand to help lift me up to the top. He didn't let go. For a few minutes, we walked holding hands.

I then deemed it a curious weekend. It was just "fun." There were no feelings involved, but ... I'd be lying if I didn't feel ... something, at least. We had a good connection.

Climbing up a hill to the best view of the lake, Arlo stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Like it?"

I scanned the horizon. The water was a nice blue thanks to the sunshine and blue sky.

"It's pretty. I'm glad you brought me up here."

"It's one of my favorite spots."

I turned in his arms to look him in the eyes. "Thanks for sharing it."

I kissed him. He kissed me back. It developed into a second sloppier kiss. A third kiss was harder.

We sat on the grass and watched the subtle movement of nature for an hour. We listened to the sounds of water and the breeze and the scurry of small animals.

I reached into his shorts to feel his cock. It wasn't hard, but I still liked holding it. He let me.

"I'll allow us enough sunlight to get us back to the tent, but I'd like to see the sun get close to setting. We might luck out with some rich colors in the sky. We might not."

I watched him completely get undressed. I followed suit. We sat for another twenty minutes. Nude. We'd touch each other in some subtle way every now and then.

"Thanks for coming with me."

"I'm enjoying it," I said, reaching down to hold his cock again. "Do you ever worry about someone discovering you up here nude?"

"I've only been naked up here once before. I wanted us to be naked."

"You're kind of sexy, you know that?"

He smiled at me and gave me the simplest of kisses.

"I guess we won't get much color tonight," he said, gazing off into the sunset.

"It's still nice."

He stood and held down his hand to lift me up. We both got dressed. As the sun set, the air temperature noticeably dropped.

We had enough daylight to make our return walk, but the last few minutes would be fairly dark. Luckily, we had a clear path for our final steps.

"Your campfire has gone out."

"I expected." Arlo rummaged with some pieces of wood he had left. Minutes later, he had a nice fire going. It gave off light more than heat, but our chairs were positioned close enough for it to take a bit off the cool chill of the night air.

"That's nice. It almost feels chilly, but not quite. I'd hate to see my dick retreat."

"You should get in the lake. That'd do it."

"Not you. I can't see your cock ever getting smaller."

He stared into the flames, smiling at my comment. He didn't respond.

"How many people have you brought here?"

"Several," he said, still looking into the fire.

"How many is several? Five or fifty?"

"Not fifty."

Arlo didn't elaborate.

"You said you brought a woman here..."

"The first time."

"So. When did you switch to men, if I may ask."

"I can't say I switched."

"I don't understand."

"I've brought two women here. I've slept with a few."

"And men entered the picture ... when?"

"Before the women. I fooled around with a guy in high school. Once in college, I assumed that was just a high school phase thing. I went out with women; I thought that was what was expected of guys. I liked the women I went out with. Boobs are fun."

"Not vaginas?"

"You never been with a woman?"

"Nope. Don't intend to. I knew I was gay by 15. When did you admit you were?"

"It's not a word I use with myself."

"You met me in a gay bar, you've sucked my cock, you swallowed my cum and you've had your dick up my ass. I think you qualify."

"I don't like labels. I just know what I like, and I know what I'm good at it."

"And your last woman?"

"What's with the questions?"

"You just fascinate me. I want to get to know you better."

Arlo looked at me. "Is that a good idea?"

His words threw me. I didn't know how to respond.

Arlo poked the fire. "We're out here for fun. Getting to know each other too well could develop into feelings."

"You don't like to feel?"

Arlo's head bowed. He looked at the ground, now dark exceptt when the flames flickered enough light to illuminate our surroundings.

"I'm not good at relationships. Just enjoying people in ... small doses is best for me."

"Wow... I've never thought of myself as a `dose,'" I said, smiling.

Arlo came over to me and kissed me. "You're very nice Mitch. I like you." He paused. "But..."

Arlo returned to his chair.

"The second woman I slept with taught me things. The sex was good, but I ... I was not a good boyfriend. I knew how to make love, but that was it. Once the romance stuff ended, I didn't pay much attention to her or her interests. I didn't dedicate the time to building a relationship."

"Did she end it?"

"Oh yeah. I just wasn't meeting her needs."

"With that dick?"

"That's ONLY a dick. There's more to a relationship than sex."

"I agree," reflecting on my months with Cruz. "I get what you're saying."

"I was on a trip to a campground out of state. It was more upscale than this one. There were actual shower rooms. There was another guy in there. I couldn't help staring at him as I showered. I tried my hardest not to get a boner in front of him, but I was attracted to him. It was just like high school."

"Did you do anything?"

"No. I didn't see him staring at me or anything."

"And your cock is something to stare at."

He looked down and smiled again. "I'm glad you like it."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Some people." He turned his head to me. "I've had a few guys refuse to be fucked. It taught me to be a better lover."

"Interesting."

"That guy in high school ... we had sex quite a bit. He fucked me once. I hated it. Haven't been fucked since. When I did him, it hurt him like hell. I knew I had to ... bear some responsibility in making ...things ... work."

"You've grown very skilled."

"Thanks." Arlo went to get a beer. "I want to be good in bed. I want people to enjoy pleasure with me."

"Have you never found someone to settle down with?"

"As in ... have I ever loved anyone?"

"I suppose."

Arlo didn't answer. He twisted off his cap and threw it in his trash sack. He got back up to grab some cheese sticks from the cooler. That sounded good. I grabbed a bottled water and the chips. When I got back to my chair, I saw that he had a joint lit. I saw him exhale a large plume of smoke. He handed it to me as I sat back down. I took a drag. I didn't like the smell of it, but there was a pleasantness as the warmth entered me.

"I was in love once," he started. "I had fallen for Frankie. We were together ... well, we each had our own apartment ... but we saw each other for several months. But it didn't last."

"What happened, if I may ask?"

"Me. Same as with the women. I was selfish. I wanted sex, I enjoyed doing things together, but I wanted my own time without him. I would get involved with my own world. I didn't always make time for him. He felt somewhat ignored, I guess. Deep down though, I loved him. I just didn't have the maturity — even at 26 — to be good at a relationship. He called us quits."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm just not that kind of a person. What I do now totally works for me." He handed me the joint. "Speaking of what works for me..."

I took another hit off the joint while I watched him strip of all clothing.

"You look even more sexy in the firelight."

"Join me."

I took another drag and handed the joint back to him. I could feel slight effects from the drug, but nothing overly impactful. I was just mellow. And seconds later, I was naked. I liked watching him watch me undress. He had a beautiful smile. As I draped my shorts over the arm of my chair, I could see his dick stir just a little.

He drew in a deep drag. I watched him hold it in his lungs for an elongated moment. Then he exhaled.

When he reached over to hand it to me, I first reached for his penis. I fondled it for a few seconds, and then I took the joint.

"I like you, Arlo," I said, staring into the flames.

 

"Arlo was really interesting. We had just been a hookup, but that weekend with him let me get to see more of him. I liked him. He was interesting and ... Arlo. I don't think I've ever known anyone quite like him."

"Why is that?" Logan asked.

"His outlook on life. I've never really known anyone so at peace. And ... it's not the sex, drugs and alcohol. He was just kind of a peaceful soul. I don't know how to describe him. Maybe like a hippie without the fringe and flowers."

Logan laughed. "Nice."

I spent several minutes recalling the tent at the lake and our walks and our talks. Logan found the nudity thing of interest, mostly because I was okay with it.

"And the sex was good then?"

 

"You're a good kid, Mitch. I like you too."

"Kid," I said flatly. "Great."

In no time, his mouth was on my cock. It was not hard. He just swallowed it until it firmed into rigid flesh inside his mouth.

He pulled off. "I know you're a man."

He got me a beer. Both of us sat there, now both hard as steel, even though there was no touching. Our dicks just jutted boldly from our crotches.

The pot had been finished many minutes ago, but I still felt blissful. As I consumed the beer, I didn't have a care in the world. That was liberating and cautionary at the same time. But I trusted Arlo. We were both in the same zone.

"I think the fire is about done," he said.

We gazed at the embers for a final moment. Responsibly, he doused it.

Before any further words were spoken, I was being lifted up from my chair by his grip on my erection. Neither of us said anything. I was being led to the tent by my cock. I smiled because I loved that.

We had nothing to lean on, but we both sat on the sleeping bags and bedding. We faced each other, finishing our beers.

I leaned in to kiss him. He accepted it. Our free hands felt each other. We roamed several places, more than just the genitals. It was a lot of kissing. No tongues. Just kissing. And feeling. And touching.

He moved back from me and took two final drinks to finish his beer. I still had half a bottle. I noticed him digging into his duffle bag. I saw him take a swig of mouthwash. He handed it to me. I took it but attempted to finish my beer first. I wasn't quite done, but I set the remaining liquid over to the side and then swished mouthwash around my teeth. I spit outside the tent just as he had.

When I stepped back to the bedding, I watched him place things within reach: lube, a towel, some wet wipes, a condom.

In my euphoric state, I couldn't wait.

"I've thought about this all day," I said. "Actually, since you fucked me weeks ago, I've thought about it often."

"I'm glad."

"It helped me get over someone."

"Oh?"

"Not that I haven't forgotten him or anything, but ... the sex between you and me was good. It got my mind out of ... a funk."

"How about we get your mind into a ... fuck."

I laid down on the opened sleeping bags, my crotch buried into the cloth, my ass exposed to his devices.

Arlo straddled my backside. I expected lube to be applied to my crack. Instead, a warm pair of hands began to massage my shoulders. They began just at the base of my neck and then roamed to the shoulders. Then the blades. Then my back muscles. Pressing hard, he massaged the entirety of my back. He turned 180 degrees and gripped my buttocks, massaging them. Throughout his attention, I softly moaned at his touch. I approved of everything. If it was all we did, I would have been satisfied.

My ass, however, was hoping for more.

He reached down and gripped my right thigh, squeezing the muscles. I groaned. He reached further and lifted my ankle. My shins and calves were next. I hummed in approval. Unexpectedly, his fingers climbed to my feet. I hadn't had a foot massage in my entire life, and I groaned loudly as he massaged the bottom of my feet, then one toe at a time.

"Arloooooooo..."

The left leg was next. It was two minutes of massaging, sensual bliss.

He turned back around, stretching his body out. His lips pressed on my neck. His dick pressed into my cheeks. I loved being its "bun." Slowly, it moved up and down within the crack. Without warning, he let his entire body weight crush me — in a comforting way.

"Ohhhh. Arloooo..."

His hands rubbed my shoulders until they traveled down my arms to cover my fingers. We interlocked fingers, one hand on top. He kissed my neck again. I could feel his erection press further down into my body. His lips traveled around my neck until I felt him breathing in my ear. Panting. He nibbled on an ear lobe. My erection was electrified. I was surprised I didn't come at that moment.

"Take me."

I felt him lift off of me. It was both a relief and a disappointment. I couldn't see, but I heard the slight sounds of his body moving, reaching, maneuvering. A lid popped. A drop of cold liquid ran through my crack, causing me to inhale.

As expected, a finger entered me. It was welcome. I slightly whined in the pleasure of my hole being probed. Two fingers went in.

"Yeah."

"I love your ass, Mitch."

"It's all yours."

The two digits widened my hole. He roamed and explored my channel. Maybe it was the pot or the beer, but I was in a Cloud 9 state.

I heard him apply more lube. Three fingers opened me completely.

"Uuuunnngh. Fuck me, man. Fuck my hole."

I heard him rip open the condom package. I assumed he was rolling it on and coating it with lubricant.

"Ready?"

"Yeah. I'm yours, Arlo."

The head of his cock went in. I jumped for just a second, but he had prepared me. I adjusted to the invasive organ rather easily. He withdrew and then thrust in further. He was halfway in. He remained still for my ass to get accustomed.

The next thrust was several inches deep. He was in.

"Ohhh, man," he breathed above me.

"Fuuuuucccck yeah."

We started slowly. Arlo had a gentle rhythm to begin our lovemaking.

But we weren't in love. It was just sex. It was going to be glorious sex, call it what you will.

His palms slid under my armpits, lifting his body on stiff arms. I felt his thick sausage grind into my hole.

My moaning wasn't loud, but it was certainly audible. I was filled with this man. I loved him inside me. For a few minutes, his manhood slipped in and out, forging down my tunnel.

Then he stopped. My head lifted. What had gone wrong?

"What -?"

"It's all good. Roll over."

I followed the instructions. I saw more shiny liquid being applied to the condom-covered cock.

"Spread wide for me."

Arlo got in position. I felt my hole being penetrated again.

"Unnngh!" I cried.

"Mitch. Yeah."

"Ungh. Ummmm."

Our eyes locked. He kept thrusting inside me. We didn't blink. We were mesmerized with each other's gaze, lit only by the dim illumination of a lantern across the tent.

"Fuck me, man."

We were silent again. He kept thrusting. I reached for my cock and began stroking it. I moaned some more.

"Let go," he said.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to come. I plan for us to do this a while."

Wow. Okay. No argument there.

He leaned down for us to kiss. My arms grabbed his hips, feeling them move inward and then retreat as his dick surged within my body. I tilted my head back relishing the incredible sexual stimulation. He tasted my neck. His tongue licked my jawbone.

"Mitch, look at me," he whispered.

Our eyes met again. I realized our stare was conveying words I had been unaware of before. His gaze screamed cries of gratification. His eyes thanked me for sharing this night. His look told me he wanted to please me, to pleasure my male essence.

"You make this feel so good, Arlo."

His groan made me feel he was approaching his orgasm.

And he pulled his cock out from me.

We panted for a moment. "I was too close," he softly gasped.

He pulled back and dove for my crotch. I felt his tongue lick my balls.

"I hate my balls," I said. "They are usually tight."

"I like tasting them."

He did.

"I like licking them."

He did.

"I like sucking them."

He did.

Eventually, he was ready to enter me again. Something inside me wanted me to know that it was his flesh thrusting against mine.

"Arlo, you always wear a condom, right?"

"I do."

"You always top, right?"

"Basically, yeah."

"Do you know you're safe?"

"I do."

"I want you to take the condom off. I want to know all your cum is inside me instead of a sleeve of latex."

His look changed. "Mitch, that's a dangerous habit."

I leaned up. I held the back of his neck with one hand, staring into his eyes closely.

"Do you know you are safe?"

"Yes. I know I am. I tested after Frankie ... and I've always been safe since."

"Fuck me. Come all in me. Come inside me."

His face fell, as if he was disappointing someone other than the two of us involved. Reluctantly, he pulled the condom off.

"Roll on your side."

As I moved into the new position, I saw him reach for the bottle again. He fingered my hole to make it slick once more. More lube was now applied directly on his flesh.

"It's been a while since my dick has actually felt lube."

"Fuck me."

His body spooned up to mine. I could feel his arm hold his cock to where it could enter me.

"Ungh!!" we both called out together, as his cock slid into me. A gun in its holster, it extended all the way in.

I whined as he began thrusting again. He breathed heavily as he fucked me from behind. His arm reached around and aggressively grabbed my pectoral muscle. His fingers felt my chest hair and then teased a nipple.

"Grab my cock," I pleaded.

He grasped his fingers around my erection.

"Fuck, you are a crowbar."

"Jerk me. Stroke my cock!"

He began to pull on my hard-on, causing me to moan more.

"Just don't come."

Minutes went on and on as we fucked.

"Arlo, I'm too close."

He let go and pulled his erection from me.

Trying to prolong the pleasure, we began kissing again. Our dicks ached to be touched, to be tended to, but we gratified ourselves with our entire bodies. As we kissed, our hands caressed shoulders and chests and armpits and nipples and asses and hair. We rolled and wrestled as we kissed, barely keeping our erections from going over the edge.

I flopped on my back and spread my legs.

"Fuck me now!"

My entire body was so sexually charged, it all but smoldered. My breathing was heavy, my heart was pounding. In any other circumstance, I would have been rushed to the hospital. This was heaven, Valhalla. I had never felt so alive — sexually, spiritually, sensually.

Arlo rose above me. His cock found its mark and pushed all the way in. Deep. We both screamed out. I loved looking up at him, huffing in sexual stimulation. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss me as his cock thrust in and out like a mechanical piston. We all but produced steam. We stopped using words. We grunted and groaned. We were one being. One writhing, intertwined mass of male flesh, now sweaty in our nakedness.

I grabbed my hard organ, matching strokes with his member thrusting in and out of me. His hand managed to touch and ignite my face with the roam of his fingers on my cheek.

And I was fucked like there was no tomorrow.

I took my hand off my cock to feel him — everywhere. I grabbed his shoulders; I hugged his back.

And I was fucked like there was no tomorrow.

We gasped and moaned. I grabbed his ass wanting to somehow make him forge deeper wtihin my insides. I pushed him to me, his hairy belly rubbing against my hard-on. Rubbing. Stimulating.

And I was fucked like there was no tomorrow.

Our dicks ached to release, to come, to erupt. I actually whimpered, needing to reach the pinnacle.

Arlo fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He gasped. Our eyes met.

"Mitchell, I can't hold back. I'm there. Mitchell!!"

My lover pushed hard into my hole, his neck strained, and he growled like a Grizzly bear.

A loud, hairy Grizzly bear.

A large, loud, hairy, climaxing Grizzly bear.

I knew all his cum was filling me, rushing me. His hairy torso rubbed my cock, and his growling scream took me over.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

The stimulation in my groin was overwhelming. I went blind. Everything was dark as my cock exploded. I felt pulse after pulse of electricity shoot from my dick. In my blackout, I saw sparks. It was as if the two of us had crashed our heads together. Sparks ignited in the blackness.

Arlo's body weight crashed on me. As his body took over mine, I realized he called me "Mitchell" instead of Mitch when he came. It was the only time he ever used my longer name. I wrapped my arms around him as my vision returned. I shut my eyes, squeezing us together, as we gasped to find air. There wasn't enough oxygen on the planet to help us recover. Our panting could almost be misconstrued as sobs, but it was glorious.

I was in a Zen moment I had never felt in my entire life.

His frame crushed my body. But I loved it. I wanted to be buried in him a while longer.

Finally, he lifted his head, and we looked into each other's eyes. We smiled, and our lips sealed. I held the back of his head to prevent him from breaking our kiss. It was wet and sloppy and all male.

Once again, we needed air. He broke loose and rolled off, landing at my side.

"I'm so glad you came," he softly said.

"Me too." I leaned up to look down on him. "That was the best sex — the greatest orgasm — I have had in my life."

He chuckled. "I'm a little older than you, so I can't say I can keep track, but ... yeah. It was up there. It was great."

I kissed him again.

 

"Yes. The sex was off-the-charts amazing. Logan, I had never had sex like that ever before. I mean, yeah, sex is sex, and it feels good all the time, but Arlo had a way with ... being a great lover."

"I will remain professional and not ask for the intimate details, but-"

"You aren't interested?"

"I'm crazy interested, but ... maybe one night over drinks."

His comment made me chuckle.

"What made it special?" he asked.

"I think his treatment of me. There was a tenderness and a connection through all the ... well, fucking. He did everything to make it all feel incredible."

I took a few minutes to tell him about the pot and the edging and the beer. It was not thoroughly detailed, but I could tell there was enough for him to get hard. I could tell Logan discreetly rearranged his crotch.

 

Arlo leaned over and grabbed the package of wet wipes. I smiled as he pulled out a sheet and wiped his dick off, removing any funk it might retain. It was curious for the tent to momentarily have a sanitized smell.

"It no longer smells like sex," I said.

"Give it a second. Once all this evaporates, I'm sure the smell of sweat on me will remain."

"It was hot."

"You made a mess of us," he said, motioning to the smeared cum on both our bellies.

"I love that all your cum is deep in me. That's hot."

Arlo sighed. "I wish you wouldn't think that way."

"Huh?"

"It was a mistake. I'm sorry I did it."

Arlo finished rubbing his chest and began wiping down mine. Then he stood up, still looking somewhat displeased. He reached for a bottle of water and poured a little on the towel. He rubbed himself some more. Much to my surprise, he threw a splash on my stomach.

"Hey! That's cold!"

"The lake would be colder," he grinned.

He rubbed the last of the cum from my body.

After setting the towel down, Arlo turned to me and grabbed my wrists.

"I shouldn't have taken off the condom."

"Are you saying we weren't safe?"

"No. I am. As the recipient of my load, there isn't a huge concern on my end. But ... just because a person says they are safe, you ... just be careful, Mitch."

Arlo looked down and sighed.

I touched his arm. "Did something happen in your past?"

He still looked at the bedding. He was silent. Then his arms pulled us down. He held me. We looked at each other.

"Not my past, exactly. When I was fourteen, my sister — who was eighteen then — became pregnant. It was a big deal around the house. Mom was beside herself. My sister was devastated. It was a horrible time."

"She wasn't raped, was she?"

Again, there was a brief silence. "No. You couldn't call it that. She and a high school boy went to a party and got wasted. According to her, they were super drunk, and when he suggested it, she was too smashed to think straight. She said, `yes.' So, there was consent, of some kind at least. She said had she been soberi she wouldn't have gone that far. They were just young and reckless."

"'The Young and the Reckless' ... it sounds like a soap opera."

Arlo didn't smile at my joke.

"I'm sorry. Go on."

"She wanted an abortion. Mom was dead set against it."

"How did your father feel about it."

"Dad had been out of our lives for almost ten years. I don't remember much. I hardly remember him at all. I just remembered the fighting for a week. I remember the yelling and arguments. Then he was gone. I didn't see him again."

"Holy cow."

"I got letters a few times a year for a couple of years. A birthday card twice. Then ... I have no idea where is or if he is even alive."

"No child support?"

"Briefly. Then he was just gone."

"That totally sucks."

"Yeah. Anyway, our family dealt with the pregnancy. Mom and Denise went back and forth. It was just awful. My least favorite word in the world is procedure. I just hate it. I hated hearing it said over and over. At fourteen, I was freaked out."

"I can imagine."

"I had heard all the `facts' before. You know, how a man and a woman decide to have a baby and blah, blah, blah. I never put everything really together that things can happen by accident and there was so much responsibility — and consequences — to it all. I had barely started jacking off at that point. When I heard them talk, I heard Mom admonishing her for not insisting he wear a condom. She was drunk; it's not like she could turn back time and make sensible decisions. I learned what I could about condoms. The first time I had sex with a woman, I was adamant about wearing one. When I began having sex with men, I made sure I did."

"I understand."

"That's why I am disappointed in myself tonight."

"But you enjoyed it."

"Of course, I did. What if I don't think it is important next time? I – I – I just don't ever want to be an ... incident ... of any kind. Mitch, you're young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't just let it all get thrown away but one moment of passion."

"Right."

"I'm serious. Never risk your life. It can all just change in a blink."

"Okay," I softly said. "I get you."

He kissed me. "I don't want anything to happen to that beautiful face." He fondled my dick. "Or that beautiful body."

We held each other.

We both walked outside to pee. No one was near us. We could have been screaming loud earlier and no one would have known. My memory reminded me how loud Arlo was when he came. This was a night I would remember.

Back inside, we snuggled together and covered ourselves with the joined sleeping bags.

"Good night, Mitch."

"Good night, Arlo."

 

"Arlo was a neat individual," I said. "I felt he taught me things. Even though we spent very few hours together, he was a good person. I am glad I met him."

"It sounds like he arrived at a good time."

"Meaning helping me get over you?"

Logan sighed. "Yes."

"He did. And you helped me get over Cruz."

"Did you ever hook up with him again after that weekend?"

 

Something outside the tent made enough noise to wake me. My body lurched. I was still in Arlo's arms. It took a moment, but I realized where I was.

"M'you `kay?" his voice said behind me.

"Yeah. Something just made a noise."

"Couldah been a coyote."

We moved closer. He held my penis. I felt I was long but not hard. I touched his cock. It was a flagpole.

"How can you be that hard already?"

"We finished like six hours ago. What time is it?"

I reached for my cell phone. "4:23." I noticed my battery was at 30 percent. Cell phones were convenient, but the battery died quickly. There was no place to plug it in, but I didn't care. I'd be fine until I got back to school.

"Almost 4:30."

I was awake, so I stood and went outside the tent flap to pee again. It wasn't that big of a deal to pee on the ground, but since I wasn't a camper, it still felt odd.

"Brr. It's slightly chilly," I said, wriggling back into Arlo's arms. I reached down. "Damn. You're still hard."

"I kind of want you."

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Is your ass up to it?"

"I'll let you know."

All the items were gathered again. Arlo didn't use a condom; it seemed illogical at that point, but I felt deep inside him, it bothered him. Deep inside me was his cock. My ass was slightly sensitive, but not sore. That was surprising, considering how long our first session went.

We just stayed on our sides, his body pressed up against mine. We weren't loud; it was just his thrusting shaft inside my hole.

We fucked for five minutes. He reached around and started jerking my dick, making it fully hard.

We had fucked for ten minutes. Both of us softly groaned, but we weren't loud.

We had fucked for fifteen minutes. I wondered if Arlo was up to another orgasm, but his moaning indicated he was getting there. My ass was a bit sore now, but nothing agonizingly raw.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Yeah. Mitch. I'm there."

"Come for me."

He shoved his hard cock in me as he released his second load of the night. His grip on my cock all but squeezed the blood out of it.

"Oh god, Mitch. Oh. Ohh. Ohhh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

His orgasm subsided. He pulled out of me. "Dear heavens. Thank you, sir. Sorry to waken you like that."

"I'm sure I'll feel it in the morning."

A wet wipe once again made the tent smell sanitized. Arlo's dick was clean.

"Let's do something about this steel pipe of yours. What would you like?"

"I'm sure fucking you isn't an option."

"I'm sorry. Really. I – I just don't bottom."

"Suck me `til I come."

"Gladly."

Arlo's skills had me shooting down his throat in under three minutes. I moaned in my orgasm. Nothing like earlier. There were no sparks, but I still enjoyed it.

"I'm glad you joined me," he said, moving his body next to mine.

"You and me both."

We kissed.

Arlo got up to pee this time. I could hear his piss stream hit the ground outside the tent. He peed for a long time.

Once back with me, he allowed me to hold him in my arms. I loved it.

We weren't boyfriends, but we weren't strangers. I felt I was more than a hookup, but weeks from now, that's probably what he would think of me. That didn't bother me though. He helped me get past Logan.

 

"After that weekend? No."

"It's a shame. He sounded nice for you."

 

"How's your butt?" Arlo asked me once the sun was bright enough to wake us up.

"Noticeably used."

He buried his face in my neck. I liked that. "I'm sorry."

"I assume it will heal."

He checked his watch. 7:50.

We held each other tight.

"So now what?" I asked.

"This is nice. I'm okay doing this for a while."

I gave him a simple kiss. "Me too."

I listened to him breathe. My fingers plowed stripes in his chest hair. His hand cupped my ass. We didn't move. We just held.

"You're a nice man, Arlo. So ... do you just move onto the next guy? Do you ever return to guys you've hooked up with before?"

"Occasionally. It's just easier to move on. No feelings or anything."

"Will you even remember me?"

"Oh fuck, I didn't mean anything like that." He kissed my cheek. "I will absolutely remember you, Mitch. Last night was amazing. And ... and ... something tells me I'm going to regret calling you."

I lifted my head. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"Fuck, no."

"I don't understand."

"It is my routine to not get involved with feelings and attachments and ... all that." Arlo paused. "I kind of like you, Mitch. You ... you act like you care."

"I do."

"That stuff I told you about my sister..."

"Yeah?"

"I've never told anybody about that."

I held him tighter.

"You should find someone to share your life with. Maybe you'll find the right guy."

"Hardly. I think I would be a lousy boyfriend. If our interests don't align, then I'd be a terrible partner."

"I could see someone falling for you."

"Hopefully not you."

"Why, because you're older?"

"Hell, only nine years! I'm not old."

I chuckled. "I didn't mean it that way."

"But you are young. And you live far away. Eventually you'd feel ignored by me. It's what I do."

I rolled on top of him. I kissed him hard. "Then I'll enjoy the few hours I have left with you."

For an hour, we just held each other. I enjoyed my flesh feeling the warmth of his. Part of me felt sad that he didn't see a love interest in his future. This life was working for him, so who was I to judge? I just felt he had a lot to offer, even if he didn't.

It was 9:10.

"There's no shower here, is there?"

"Nope. Not this campground. Think we smell like sex?"

"Every part of us except for your sanitized dick."

He snickered. "You could bathe in the lake."

"The freezing lake. And does lake water really get you clean? What all is in it? Fish are in it."

"It's good for getting sweat and cum off," he smiled.

"I'll shower at your place."

We ate the rest of the morning. Breakfast merged into lunch. Arlo had packed more than enough food. With the sun up, the temperature was great. We remained naked all morning. I questioned if he was converting me to be a nudist.

We saw one car driving down to our spot. We stepped inside the tent to get dressed. Arlo felt it was time to start packing up. Breaking down was faster than setting up.

I asked to stop in the bathroom facilities before we left the campground. They were a bit grim, but it was better than shitting on the grass. My body longed for a shower.

After we pulled into his driveway, I carried a couple items to my car.

"Can I shower before I leave?"

"As long as I can join you."

Within minutes, suds were slick on both our bodies. Our hands rubbed us clean. His hands on his body; my hands on my body. His hands on my body; my hands on his body. Our penises were erect — somehow! — again.

"I hope you don't forget me," I said, looking at his erection and taking it in my hand.

"I promise I won't," he replied, groping my anatomy as well.

We kissed.

We kissed and pulled.

We kissed and let the water cascade over our shoulders and pulled cocks.

We kissed and danced and felt and pulled hard cocks.

We kissed in the steamy spray, letting water pour over our heads, washing our faces as we continued to pull our hard, throbbing cocks.

Much to my surprise, Arlo had me close.

"Don't stop. Pull harder. Don't stop don't stop don't stop."

He yanked on my raging hard-on, making it feel magnificent.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm going to come."

"UNGHHH!!" Water poured down my back as my cum spurt onto his leg. "I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming..."

He kissed me hard. I maneuvered to where the shower would rinse all my cum off his leg. His hands clutched my ass and shoved his cock into my groin.

"Let's get you off now."

He pulled from me. "I'm good. You need to get on the road."

"Why? You haven't come yet."

"I did twice last night. I can wait until tonight. I promise to think of you."

It occurred to me that I had come four times in the last 24 hours. Twice, sure. Three times, I couldn't recall. But four??? I wasn't sure who I was or what I had become, but I liked it.

I looked into his eyes. I realized in that moment that I probably wouldn't see him again. This was the way it was always supposed to be. Arlo peered into my soul.

"I promise you, Mitch. I will never forget you. I. Promise."

With a last kiss, he turned off the water.

Ten minutes later, he leaned his head down to my car window.

"I'm going to miss you," I said.

"Likewise."

"I hope you find the right person one day."

"Hah. Only if the right person falls out of the sky."

After one last kiss through the window, I put my car in reverse and backed out of his driveway. I backed out of his life.

 

"I actually did see him another time. It was a year and a half later. I was with my mother in Target over the holidays. We all bumped into each other in one of the aisles. I introduced him as an old friend. He asked how long I was in town. I told him we were heading to see my grandparents in Jackson Bend that evening. We smiled and nodded. A look of `if only' was shared. And that was it."

"How bittersweet."

"After my encounter with him, I went out and bought the black book. He had made me see sparks. For some reason, I felt compelled to take notes from then on. I'm not sure why. But I saw sparks! You and Cruz were fairly easy to remember. Before that was harder. Less details."

"I see."

"It's funny. Now that you have made me think about him, I got a text from him about five years ago."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He told me the right guy fell out of the sky. He was in love and in a relationship."

"Did it last?"

"I have no idea."

"Hm."

"Arlo was good for me at that point in my life. In a way, he transformed me."

 

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