Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2001 15:48:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: mv <modo_velis@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oh-to-go-back-there

Pure fiction, and a few years ago...

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The rain against the tent fly was loud enough to wake
me.  My watch read 12:32 AM.  Isaac was still
sleeping.  I pulled my sleeping bag up over the top of
my head and resumed sweet warm sleep until Isaac woke
me the following morning trying to light the
camp-stove outside the fly without getting out of his
sleeping bag, never mind the tent.

It was still raining steadily.

My first words of the day were, "Please don't light
the tent on fire."

Isaac pushed the stove a little farthere from the tent
fly, and had to crawl most of the way out of his bag
to reach it.  This allowed me to study his lean,
muscular, deep-brown body, which never failed to turn
me on -- a realization I didn't fight, although I
hadn't shared it, and I wasn't comfortable with it.
This discomfort didn't stop me, however from tracing
with my eyes the smooth roll of his chest and stomach
to where his penis fell heavily against striped cotton
boxers, the round butt and muscular legs.

What stopped me was that Isaac succeeded in lighting
the stove and started to work his way back into the
tent.  My boner and I rolled over in the interest of
privacy.

"Three minutes to coffee." Isaac said as he worked his
way back into his sleeping bag.

I rolled back over again to face him, safely concealed
in my sleeping bag.  "And then?"

"Hot cereal and a soggy hike." he said  with a grin.
He switched on a small portable radio we had brought
with us, and he tuned in to the weather service.  A
moment later the "Eye on the Sky" for Northern New
England informed us that we were in for a day and
another night of steady rain.

Over breakfast, we decided to pack up, go for a hike
in the rain, then drive back to Amherst a day early.

After packing up, we struck out on a long hike deep
into the Pemigawasset wilderness, straying close to
treeline only once.  There were no views to be had,
and it was cold where we were exposed.

Eventually we worked our way around and passed a place
where two days earlier we had skinny dipped in the hot
afternoon sun.  This time, we were sweaty, muddy, and
soaked through from the rain.

"Quick dip?"  I asked.

"Nice day for it." Isaac said.

"Afraid you'll get wet?"  I asked.

"Afraid I'll get hypothermia."

"Water won't feel as cold on a cold wet day."  I said.

We came upon the small turn-off we had used on Friday
and stopped to survey for a moment.  A night and day
of steady rain had turned the slow swirl of the pool
into a steady whirlpool.

"Yeah, right." replied Isaac.  "I dare you to jump
in."

"I will if you will."

"I will if you live."

I decided to go for it.  The water would be cold, but
we were less than a half-hour from the steady blast of
the heater in the car.  The whirlpool was a big step
up from two days earlier, but it didn't seem like a
man-eater.  I worked my way down the rock that passed
for a river bacnk, undid the boots, the socks, the
shirt, the shorts, jumped in, no thought.

I was dead wrong about the water.  It was freezing.
It took my breath away.  For a moment.  But I didn't
say a word.  I just looked up the bank at Isaac as I
floated around the perimeter of the whirpool.

"Damn you."  said Isaac, who I guess hadn't been as
into the swim as I had.  He worked his way down the
rock.  I could safely watch him undress -- the water
was so cold that I was safe from popping a boner for
at least a half-hour if not days.  (It turns out that
wasn't true.)  It was great watching him pull the
soaked Capilene shirt over his head, then slide his
shorts down giving me a full head-on view of his penis
coming forth from a  small bush of black tightly-wound
curls.  The shorts were lined hiking shorts -- no
boxers -- a thought I had tried to keep out of my head
on previous days.

"Don't think, just jump."  I offered as advice as
Isaac slipped is smooth black body out of his boxers.
My heart pounded.

Isaac jumped in, and I watched him as he caught his
breath enough to say, "Damn you" one more time, but he
was smiling.

"These are the moments you'll remember."  I said.
"Rinse and let's go?"

I swam under the surface for a moment, popped up, my
head aching a little from the cold, and found myself
working my way out of the stream at the same time as
Isaac.  I felt his cold wet skin against mine for a
moment that I would ponder on the long ride home.

We rinsed our clothes in the water.  They couldn't get
wetter or colder at that point -- only cleaner.  We
pulled on our wet clothes, and we jogged the short
stretch out to the car.

I started the car, turned the heat on full blast, and
in the back we changed into dry clothes from our bags.
 We bumped again a couple of times again as we
changed.  No big deal, but I was glad to be dressed
before feeling really returned to my member.

All the way home I had this really sexy feeling and no
venue for taking care of it.  I drove, and as we
talked about the hike or the weather or school, I
found my thoughts returning to the hair under is
armpits, his smooth chest, his muscular legs, his
penis with its pinkish end that seemed to call out to
be touched.

As we neared home, Isaac suggested that I plan to
spend the night at his place.  "We can stop on the way
into town and stock up on provisions and do our
laundry and have dinner."

"Sounds good."

"You might as well spend the night, in fact.  You have
everything you would want, and we can go for an early
run, have a decent breakfast."

"Sounds even better."  Secretly, I wondered about the
sleeping arrangements.  At the time, I was mostly
concerned with concealing my interest in Isaac's body.
 I wondered to myself how I would make it through the
night.  I decided I would sneak off to the bathroom
and take care of my immediate needs, and that would
cover me through morning.

Isaac rented a room in a small house up in Pelham, a
small town a couple of miles out of Amherst.  We
pulled up to a dark house at about seven.

"Roomates gone for the weekend?"  I asked.

"No, but Sunday on a three-day weekend counts as
another Saturday.  I'd bet they're out partying."

We removed our soggy, muddy hiking boots outside the
front-door, then our soggy, muddy socks, and walked in
bare feet through the front door across a warm and dry
kitchen floor, through a narrow door, and down to a
basement that had appenently been finished in the
early seventies.  We dumped the contents of our wet
backpacks in front of the washer and took turns
tossing in clothes we unraveled out of our respective
piles.

We made a big pile of everything that didn't fit into
the first load, then Isaac pulled his shirt over his
head and proceeded to undress completely.  I swallowed
hard, and without looking at Isaac, trying hard (and
fruitlessly) not to think about his smooth naked body
right next to me, and undressed, tossing my own
clothes atop the pile.

"Hot shower?"  Isaac bounded for the stairs, and I
followed, staring at his butt which was just above my
face as we went up the basements steps, around, and up
to the second floor.

Isaac pointed at the bathroom and said, "give the
water a moment to heat up; I'll find us a couple of
towels and I'll be right in."

I slid open the glass shower doors and turned on the
first warm water I had felt in a couple of days.  I
was under streaming, blissfully warm water when Isaac
came in and hung a couple of towels.  He shaved while
I showered and while he was absorbed I studied his
profile discreetly until the sight of his penis
sticking down and slightly out from a small bush of
curly black hair started to make my own penis rise.  I
tried to think of other things, not wanting to explain
my exposed state.

"Don't even bother turning the water off."  Isaac said
to my back, but I had to face him as I stepped out of
the shower so he could step in.  I saw him notice that
I was at half-mast, but he didn't say anything, and
neither did I.  Instead, I dried off and wrapped the
towel around my waist; pretend everything is normal
and everything will be normal.

Isaac loaned me boxers, shorts (which fit better than
his jeans would), a t-shirt, and a fleece top that was
mine, but which I had loaned to him some time ago.
Dry clothes felt great.

Dinner after a long hike is always fantastic.  The
menu was basic pasta and sauce and a tasty salad with
raisins, walnuts, apples, and cheese.  After dinner we
hung out on the screen-porch eating brownies that we
made from a box and sipping pepperment tea.  The rain
had tapered and stopped but the trees all around
continued to send drops earthward with every subtle
breeze.

The situation became more difficult somehere around
ten.  I knew I needed to go to bed -- I could barely
keep my eyes open.  I hadn't taken care of myself the
way I had intended to earlier, and I didn't know if
I'd have the chance without my activity being
immediately apparent.

I knew I wasn't sleeping in one of the roomates' rooms
-- they might come back at some point.  And my sleeping
bag was still wet.

Finally, I had to ask.  "Where am I sleeping?"

"Hmmmm -- let's see -- we could set you up on the floor
but why don't we share the bed?  It's bigger than the
tent.  Isaac had an extra-long twin bed. "Ok" I said,
concealing my fear.  Irrationally, I decided that I
would be able to drop my arousal, and that I might as
well rather than spend an unusual amount of time in
the bathroom.

We had been sleeping in our boxers, and I decided it
would be more natural to continue the tradition.  I
took off my, I mean Isaac's, shirt, pants, socks, and
got into bed, facing the wall.  Isaac got in behind me
and faced the door.  It was a small bed, and his butt
pressed firmly against mine.  In bed, butt pressed
firmly against butt, I wondered how long I could lay
awake trying not to move.  It was immediately apparent
that I was not about to fall asleep in this position.
I have no idea how long it was before I finally spoke.
 I'm sure it wasn't long, but it seemed like forever.
I had left my watch in the bathroom, though, so I was
without an objective gauge.

I did know this.  I knew what I wanted to do.  I
thought about the plan forming in my head from every
angle.  How could I initiate something without making
things akward if he didn't really want something to
happen?  We were lying together in a twin bed in our
boxers butt pressed against butt --could he really not
want something to happen?  But if he didn't, would I
lose our friendship?  It's like jumping into a river,
though.  Eventually, if you want to, you just do it.

"Isaac?",

A pause, then "Yes?"

"Tired?"

"Yes."

Now I paused.

"Think you'll fall asleep like this?"

Another pause, then "probably not."

What now?  Isaac hadn't suggested getting out of bed,
or finding another sleeping arrangement.  Asking if he
had anticipated that when we got into bed seemed too
analytical and too safe.  Fuck it, I thought, full
speed ahead.

"I dare you to take off your boxers."

A long pause.  Long enough for me to think something
like, well that fucks things up.  Just as I was
starting to feel the sad akwardness of this, Isaac
(finally) replied, "I will if you will."

A thrill filled my entire body, shoulders to toes and
back again.

"I will if you live."  I said.

I felt Isaac reach down and pull his knees up.  I felt
the band of his boxers as it slid between his butt and
mine.  I pulled my own boxers down and the over my
long hard penis which slapped against my stomach, and
I felt for the first time his warm naked ass firmly
pressed against mine.

I remember wishing that moment could have lasted
forever.

Isaac rolled over and so did I.

"What now?"  he asked me, face to face.

I reached out and touched his chest, and slid it down
his smooth stomach until I held his long, hard penis
in my hand.  I had never done this before, but I knew
what I was going to do.

I got up on all fours, and worked my way around so my
feet were by his head, and I licked the tip of his
penis, which became even longer and harder.  "Oh my
god" he said as he spread his legs as wide as they
would go.

I had never seen anything as exciting as Isaacs body,
completely naked, stretching in sexual exctasy.  I
straddled Isaac's torso, slid my hands under the small
of his back to hold the cheeks of his ass in my hands,
and I put my mouth onto his penis which tasted
slightly of salt and musk, as I felt both of Isaac's
hands cup my testicles and massage my penis, his
fingers working there way up to the tip so slowly and
firmly that I had to catch my breath for a moment.

I sucked and slid my lips back up the shaft of his
penis to the tip, then back down as he massaged by
butt, then worked his hands up my penis a second time
and a third time.  I touched his anus with the tip of
my index finger and he climaxed explosively, shooting
hot gism against the back of my mouth.  I was so
turned on I sucked and swallowed and sucked and
swallowed, lost in the experience as he gently
squeezed the length of my penis in his two hands so
that I shot what must have been a months worth of
sperm and semen streaming across Isaacs chest and
stomach.  In absolute sexual heaven I sat down on his
chest, feeling my own semen and Isaacs heat against my
crotch as I sent forth the last I had.

In the quiet that followed, we sat like this for what
must have been several minutes before I felt Isaacs
hands on my back.

"Another shower?" he suggested.

Totally forgetting, or ignoring, the possible
(unknown) presence of Isaac's roomates, we walked
naked through the hall to the bathroom.  We showered,
together this time, taking extra time to wash each
others members, which rose to the occasion despite the
recent activity, and we went back to bed, naked from
the start this time, and started touching each other --
everywhere -- chest -- stomach -- hot inside of the
thigh, penis.  Isaac turned around this time and gave
me a long slow blow job, then told me he wanted to
fuck me as I still sent cum I hadn't know I still had
forth

This caught me by surprise.

Isaac said he had done this with a girl once, and that
it had been amazing.  He had his hands on my chest
with his palms covering my nipples and he rubbed
gently as he said this.  Still throbbing from my last
orgasm, I said wanted to feel his penis.  I did too; I
wanted to feel him in my ass.  He took a tube of
something I couldn't see, put some on one hand, and
rubbed it on his penis.  He took some more and told me
to lie on my back with my thighs spread as wide as I
could, which I did.

Pushing my knees up to my chest, exposing and opening
my butt, Isaac started to work a little around and
into my anus with his fingertips.  This was
electrifying and I tried to open up even wider.  Isaac
slid his torso through my legs and use his fingers to
guide his penis into my anus.  Slowly, he started to
work his way up into me, pausing now and again when I
gasped -- this was painful but unbelievably erotic, and
I grapped at his back lost in absolute pleasure and
pain.

I felt Isaacs chest against mine as he lay down on top
of me; he gasped open mouthed, and I felt his penis
throb and pulse as he climaxed again, then lay down on
top of me again.  I didn't want him to stop -- loved
the feel of him sliding in and out against my anus,
his thighs against my butt cheeks, his stomach sliding
back and forth through my own thighs.

Eventually, though, physical limits caught up with us,
and we rolled over and went to sleep, butt pressed
against butt.

It turned out that Isaac had once had a boyfriend, and
he took on my sexual education with a rare sincerity.
The following weeks were filled with amazing sex the
way I had never experience, nor have since, except
when I venture back in my mind to days I will always
remember.

mv

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