God’s Little Eden

By Rob Loveboy

Edited by Embee

I’ve been an avid hiker since my late teens, and at 28 I was still at it - only with a deeper passion. Every spring, summer and fall weekend, would find me traversing new terrain off the established trails. Those were for amateurs, and I was an experienced thrill-seeker. I enjoyed the solitude, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and my mundane job as a stockbroker ... and my even more mundane wife of 10 years, who wasn’t capable of bearing children - which was okay by me, as kids would only hinder my love for hiking.

Margo hated the outdoors. Her idea of ‘roughing it’ would have been a motorhome parked at shopping malls and restaurants. I did once convince her to join me. She whined and bitched the whole time at just about everything. Her being on the rag didn’t help matters and we ended up going home after one day. A few months ago she gave me the ultimatum ... my hiking or her. She was gone when I returned on Sunday night … maybe I will miss her!

I knew the forests well, and their treasured gardens of wild veggies and fruit, and her lakes of various species of fish - trout being my favorite. I knew the perils of the wildlife and tell-tale signs of them - wolves, cougars and bears - but truth is, they are more leery of humans than we are afraid of them. I’d been sprayed by a skunk, quilled by a porcupine and stung by a nest of wasps … now those were the ones to be wary of.

One fine day I came upon a small lake. It was a very hot day and I needed both a swim and a bath. However, the shoreline I followed was rocky and laden with fallen trees which I had to step over, looking for at least a small spot to strip off my clothes. I had almost given up when suddenly I walked onto a small clearing, the dense trees forming a horseshoe around a small sandy beach perhaps twenty feet long and ten feet wide. I decided to make this spot my camp for the night, stripped off my clothes, and enjoyed the warm water and the sand between my toes.

It was a little Eden! There was no way it could have been man made. No one would be capable of hauling in the tons of brown sand. I was no archaeologist, but wondrous evolution had to have created it over time. It was absolutely perfect in every way, including the fishing - small lake trout, just the way I liked em!

I spent the rest of the long weekend tidying up the area of branches, twigs and stones. Despite the heat, my small nylon tent remained cool thanks to the tall trees and canopy preventing direct sunlight. The beach area was sunny and I spent a great deal of time lying naked on a blanket reading a book between swims. I was never more relaxed, with no desire to trek on.

Over the next couple of months, God’s Little Eden became my weekend destination. Four-miles due south of where I parked my truck off an abandoned forestry road, I began hauling in gear over some very rough terrain to make my life a little easier … some comforts of home, as I planned on making the spot a home base for future hiking excursions.

I bought a four-man camouflage tent from an Army Surplus store, a chore to carry in but well worth the effort in order to have a more spacious sleeping area, including a double-wide air mattress. On another occasion, I added a Coleman stove and lantern, along with pots and pans and other luxuries ... wondering if I wasn’t becoming soft.

I built a large fire pit out of fieldstone and cement for both cooking and late night aesthetic effect - nothing like a campfire to soothe the soul along with a few beers … and midnight roast weenie snacks!

I also made a pulley system hung from a tree branch to hoist my provisions off the ground, away from the night creatures … especially Milly and Jerome, my regular racoon visitors for whom I left edible garbage out for their dining pleasure. When I went fishing most mornings, I generally caught enough for all of us … including Heidi, a brown bear who preferred her meals a little farther away from camp, for fear of the fire. She would always poke her head from between the trees as if to say thanks before she ran off.

I hated having to dress and leave my Eden on Sunday afternoons, only to look forward to the next Friday after work, if not sooner. I was never happier in my life than stepping into camp, removing my clothes before doing minor chores followed by a well-deserved swim in what I considered my private lake.

Over the several months I’d frequented Eden, I never saw any other hikers in the area. However, I kept a sign on my tent - Visitors welcome, just clean up after yourselves. I had no problem sharing my camp with fellow hikers should they stumble on it while I was absent. I never did find any trace that anyone had taken me up on the offer. The camouflage tent was not to hide it from others; mainly, to hide it from forest rangers patrolling from the air, I doubted officers would walk that far on foot! Camping long-term in a federally protected area was against the law … and God knows, I was certainly in violation.

I hid much of my possessions from view while I was away. Perhaps it derived from life in the city where you never left anything out in the open else it would be stolen in a heartbeat. I also worried about vandals, although it was doubtful hikers would be vandals, but one never knew. I had a fair supply of beer, wine and liquor that I kept in a hole dug in the lake just to have available should I want it. Okay … I liked my booze, beer mostly, and wine at dinner, but never to the excess of getting hammered … at least not on a daily basis.

Finally, my two-weeks vacation was upon me, and, as is customary, I skipped out at noon. Well stocked in frozen foods, beer and ice, the trek through the woods was burdensome. But I planned on eating well - steaks, chicken, bacon and eggs - all served with nature’s fresh garden assortment.

What I wasn’t expecting to find was two boys of around 14 lying on my beach fully naked!

“Well, hello there … I guess?” I said, clearing the trees and dropping my backpacks with relief.

Both boys scrambled to cover themselves unsuccessfully with the blanket they were laying on. “Oh, um, hi,” the blonde said red-faced, both gave up their futile attempt at modesty and rolled onto their stomachs.

“We …. we didn’t … expect anyone … to come here!” stuttered the brunette.

“Well, this is my camp and I only come on weekends. Welcome to Camp Eden!” I laughed.

“We … we stayed here two days ago and now on our way back home. We saw yer sign, and ...”

“It’s okay, guys. Glad you enjoy it. It’s just that I’m not used to having guests.”

“We’ll leave, sir,” blondie gulped, attempting to rise but changing his mind out of modesty.

 “No worries, fellas. I kinda like having company for a change. Thing is, I can’t stake claim to this place as mine, I just kinda settled here because I liked it so much. Been coming here every weekend since spring and set up a permanent camp. Don’t tell the rangers, okay?” I laughed, trying to make them feel at ease. “And don’t worry about being nude, this place has that effect on a guy. Matter of fact, I gotta put these groceries away and I’ll join you. I need a swim to cool off after the hike carrying all this stuff!”

I never had a problem with nudity. I had a decent body from all the miles I hiked. I wasn’t all that well-endowed, and not self-conscious about it as some guys were - especially in high school showers. I was what I was without shame … nothing I could do about it, so what the fuck!

I filled the coolers and hoisted them to safety, unloaded the canned goods onto a shelf I made on a tree, and took my clothes off tucking them away in a backpack in the tent ... not to be seen for two whole weeks!

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” I childishly cried racing by them. I could only assume the boys felt more at ease now as they were on their feet running after me, passing me and splashing into the lake hootin’ and hollerin’.

“Since we’re getting to know each other so intimately, my name’s Robbie,” I chuckled.

I’m Sam,” said blondie, “... and he’s Seth.”

“Hey!” Seth said. “You sure got a nice camp, Robbie. I really like the lake, it’s so warm compared to others we’ve swam in.”

“I take it you guys go hiking a lot?”

“Every chance we get,” said Sam. “We don’t usually wander this deep into the forest, though.”

“Yeah. Sam’s afraid of bears,” Seth teased his friend earning him a head dunking.

There was something about the boys that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, besides the obvious fact that they were very close friends. For some reason I thought back to my best friend, Sean. We did everything together - and then some - until we went our separate ways attending different colleges. Suddenly, we found ourselves grown up and everything changed.

“You guys are welcome to stay as long as ya want. I have plenty of food and I’m a damn good cook on the fire pit.” For some reason, I wanted them to stay. I was enjoying their company. Most kids I knew had that old generation-gap hang up … or was it adults, who refused to respect teenagers as young adults? In my opinion, it was a two-way street.

Sam and Seth looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure, we’ll stay the night. It’ll be dark before long anyway, and save us from setting up camp elsewhere,” agreed Sam.

I made no attempt to cover my nudity. Hell, it was my camp and I wasn’t going to alter my ways for anyone. I was on two-weeks vacation and planned to enjoy it, company or no company … to each his own.

I saw the look on their faces - confusion or skepticism - watching me go about my business preparing a meal. I certainly didn’t expect them not to cover themselves. They gathered kindling for the fire. I already had a cord of wood chopped and piled nearby. They were gone longer than I expected - probably discussing their modesty predicament among themselves - and must have agreed with a “what the fuck!” … my kinda guys. I chuckled to myself.

I dug out my transistor radio. It received only one channel, a rock station which I thought appropriate listening by all … and I wasn’t wrong. Sam and Seth sang some of the songs playing air guitars. Maybe the beer I supplied them had loosened them up. There were no laws at Camp Eden, what the fuck!

I splurged that night, cooking steaks and fresh-picked forest vegetables, which the guys seemed amazed at helping me gather. Fiddleheads were in season - violin shaped furled fronds of young ferns that looked and tasted much like spinach - fried together with wild onions and mushrooms, in the pan with the steaks.

There were no complaints. Sam and Seth ate their meal with gusto, enjoying some wine and complimenting my culinary skills. Not wasting any time, I thoroughly washed the large skillet in the lake before the nocturnal wildlife caught the scent.

We enjoyed a large fire, finishing off the bottle of wine and drinking more beer, happy to see the boys not over-indulging, just feeling as good as I was. Sam produced a joint asking if it was okay. Hell, I was their age all over again, passing the weed, followed by another. “Hey, it’s organic, right? Shame mother nature doesn’t let it grow here!” I said, causing a round of laughter.

“Can I ask you guys a personal question?”

I detected a moment of discomfort. “Go ahead.”

“Are you guys gay? Cuz that’s alright with me, ya know?”

They looked at each other. Sam meekly replied, “Yup. But we’re not out, if ya know what I mean?”

“I know what ya mean.” Sean came back to mind ... he wanted to come out … I didn’t. It was only a phase, juvenile shit, the free love era “do it if it feels good.” I was the one who broke it off at age seventeen, but not a day goes by when I don’t think about him, wondering what he’s doing and if he’s happy. Even when I married Margo, thinking all those thoughts would somehow disappear.

I felt the need to explain my past to Sam and Seth, telling them everything ... including my phony marriage and running away from what I truly was. “I resisted the urge to go to bathhouses or gay bars to meet other guys for sex … still do to this day.”

“You’re a great looking man with a great body. Any guy would be happy to have you!” Seth complimented.

“I agree!” Sam voiced. “You’re a friggin’ hunk!” he giggled. “Like those studs in the gay porn mags.”

I was flattered to say the least. These boys were half my age, and gave me pause to think about how I let my life slip away in denial. Sean and I might have been very happy together if I hadn’t been so pig-headed thinking I could change who I was.

“Hell, I’d do ya!” Chuckled Sam.

“Me too!” agreed Seth with a giggle. “I never had a grown man.”

Were they coming onto me? Was I too naive to know even that? Besides, they were kids and I certainly wasn’t a pedophile. Then again, I’d already decided they weren’t kids, but young men old enough to know what they wanted out of life … more bloody mature and brave than I was at their age! Times had changed, I hadn’t. I perked up every time I heard about the gay movement discussed on television, listening intently and realizing the strides and bounds they made toward acceptance.

“How about a midnight swim? Last one in’s a rotten egg!” I had to change the subject. I spilled my guts out to two teenagers never having told a soul my feelings all these years. I wasn’t sure if I was ashamed or relieved.

We horsed around by moonlight … one thing led to another ... and suddenly we became involved in mutual masturbation. No one person had initiated it … just a spontaneous, single-minded perversion. I knew for sure then that Sam and Seth weren’t just humoring me or stroking my ego with the things they said previously.

It had been a very long time since I touched and was touched this way … one in each hand and two on my manhood, was a first. It was like a double-edged sword, so wrong yet so right. I blocked out age, they were men in my mind, to think any different would have spoiled that moment in the moonlight.

I don’t believe we ever disengaged hands from genitals all the way up the beach and into my tent. Mouths replaced hands in a precarious position, half on the mattress, not knowing whose cock was in my mouth or who was sucking mine.

I remembered like it was only yesterday, when Sean was about to orgasm. So familiar were the couple of pulses before they intensified, emitting his sweetness with force, tapering off to a few lighter throbs, and then he was spent. That always induced my own powerful orgasms.

Sean and I started fooling around innocently enough at age 12. Masturbation had been discovered and experimented with. Since we were virtually inseparable, including nightly sleepovers, it was only logical that we would do it together under the covers. That led to abandoning modesty and doing it on top of the covers under each other’s watchful eye. There was something erotic about watching each other cum. We were sure our other friends were doing it, only it was never talked about publicly. Yet it was the hot topic of group conversations at that age.

Months later, Sean and I began to indulge in mutual masturbation, still seeing no wrong in it … harmless activity with no sexual stigma … or at least we had convinced ourselves of that.

At age 13, talk of blowjobs was rampant among the guys. Based on the information we had at the time, a BJ was even better than screwing, and highly sought after by older teens. Seth and I had to know what the hoopla was all about and decided to experiment on each other at age 14. Three years followed in complete secret. We knew it wasn’t normal behaviour, but as long as no one found out ... and telling myself over and over it was the last time … something to put behind us.

Sean, however, had other plans … he asked me to fuck him one night just to see what it was like. I was well aware he had been experimenting, inserting objects in his ass. He showed me that night, using a small banana, begging me to use my cock. The banana episode turned me on … an early indication I liked kinky sex. That first time led to several more until we both knew oral sex would become foreplay and fucking the main event.

“That was awesome guys. Why don’t we go out and have another beer?”

Truth was, I was rather ashamed with myself. I had no idea which boy I sucked in the dark. It didn’t really matter, the other one was sure to know I was a willing participant … an adult!

As if nothing had happened, Sam produced a pack of wieners from his backpack, and Seth went to find sticks to roast them on. Normal 14-year-old boys in every way ... just like Sean and I were. I had to wonder if their relationship was only a phase, or would they end up like me full of regrets years from now. When I saw them kiss each other - not a mushy kiss, just a quick peck on the lips - I realized they were very different from Sean and me. We never showed that kind of intimacy. I also realized that they felt comfortable being themselves around me.

“I suppose we should set up our tent, Sam.”

“I thought we could all cuddle on Robbie's mattress.”

I wasn’t sure if Seth was joking, however, the thought of snuggling together wasn’t all that unappealing. “Why not? You guys can sleep in with me rather that set up the tent at this hour.” I might as well have just come out with it and said I wasn’t finished with them yet!

I fucked Sam while sucking Seth’s cock. Don’t ask me how it developed, but it did. Damn, he was tight and probably not used to my larger girth than Seth - although he never complained. On the contrary, he was a very vocal lover urging me on, with not a hint of jealousy on Seth’s part … he just smiled the whole time.

Sam and Seth ended up staying three-days. Sex was available any time one of us wanted it. Sam loved getting screwed and Seth and I fucked him over logs, even hung from the food storage pulley just for the fun of it.

I brought out the rubber dinghy and we went fishing mid-lake. I simultaneously gave each a blowjob on my knees, like a whore. Any place out of the ordinary was okay by all.

It was the best three days of my life. I was sorry to see them dressed and heading off. We never planned on meeting again back home … our time together was a chance meeting with each getting what he wanted.

I did make a mental note to locate Sean. We had been apart too long, and with some hope, we might revive our relationship. It took two young men half my age to make me realize who I was.

THE END …

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