Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 19:35:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Camping with James

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The crisp autumn air was appreciated, along with the views of trees and
mountains from our campsite. Out in a remote spot of West Virginia, the
Appalachians had plenty of history and lore. Thinking of Native Americans
thousands of years ago, or early colonists not much far back, the
isolation from the city was a welcome reprieve. David Thoreau probably
wrote about being found by being lost in nature. The leaf color changing
due to chlorophyll levels, never ceased to amaze me. All of the oranges,
reds, and yellows could be seen as a stunning combination that took
one's breath away. The winds were moving the tent doors a bit, although
James and I purposefully had left them that way.

When you have a camping site, it's best to ventilate your tent, and keep
it at its proper setting with cooling temperatures. Obviously if in the
winter or swarming summer days you don't do this. Yet in the low 70's
it was pleasant, and my roommate and I were happy to be out here. Both of
us worked in real estate, which could be described as a lifestyle, rather
than a form of employment. Both he and I were in our mid 20's, and
burning the candle at both ends. Sixteen to twenty hour days were the
norm. Both James and I could drink espresso and fall asleep. Yet this
week trip had been a wonderful way to relax.

My roommate and I had been lovers for the last year, and it was healthy
that our families accepted us as is. Also our respective employers were
respectful. There was no doubt we were effective, because at both firms
we were #1 by large margins. Of course a few clients treated us less than
exemplary, but this was rarely the case, as most families whether buying
or selling were wonderful. Those spreadsheets and data crunching were
elsewhere, as James was a fabulous cook. We had already started drinking
red wine, and being in the nude outdoors with him, was a liberating
experience. He looked so cute. Then again he always did. Smiling I
thought of the night I met him.

The house music was cranking loud. That nightclub was packed. A full
house for certain. Being a tall white guy at 6'5 I was hard to miss, and
this gave the lover of my dreams an opportunity. As usual I was drinking,
sniffing occasional lines, and getting the vibe of the music where it
belonged. Yet the lights from the ceiling were moving with the jams, and
this short dark black man appeared out of nowhere. He was approaching me,
and I have to admit there was this force field of attraction that created
an almost invisible paralysis. When you grab a bass by it's lower lip it
freezes due to nerve endings, and this is the closest to describe our
initial meeting.

Music wasn't on despite the lights changing colors and spots. His smile.
That walk and his charm factor had me frozen and unable to resist. What a
absolutely sexy guy he was. Just the way I liked men too, short and
petite, with blonde dreadlocks that made him look even sexier than mere
words can describe. "Want to dance with me baby?" It was my voice.
Somehow this just happened, and before I knew it, James was grinding into
me. All was a blur but it was a pleasant one, and soon we were dating.
Quite often since we lived close to one another, we'd meet up at
Claire's coffee in the evenings. Then we'd walk around the city, hold
hands, and before we knew it we were committed to each other. A flower
had turned into a fully bloomed rose, and eventually I had him move in
with me. We really jelled well, and we're lucky enough to be friends
with our gay neighbors. It is so healthy to be with your people, and in
an environment that's nurturing.

Weeks had gone by. Rarely did we see each other. It was absolutely
frustrating. Yes we still would kiss each other and hug, but much of our
intimacy was falling asleep together. His office and mine were running
full tilt, as homes were selling within an hour or two on average. Yes we
did have good staffs, but contract law keeps you up, wondering did you
dot every I and cross every T. Another irritation was when financing fell
through. The Fair Housing Act was well intended, and we understood its
implications for people to own a home. Yet this added additional
frustrations, and James and I would commiserate on how still minority
ownership was too low. All deserved the same opportunities.

Now he was out the door, or I was across town getting another house added
to the market lists. The good thing is we knew that we would soon have a
vacation, but we had almost become traditional roommates. Our
conversations we're exhausted. Sometimes one of us would fall asleep. On
one occasion we were kissing and going to make love, but that chemical in
our brains forced us to crash. Perhaps melatonin? Either way we were
working too many hours, and this camping trip had brought back sparks and
our lovely connection. As we were in our spot completely naked, I knew
after dinner things would get heated. He looked so sexy in the late
afternoon, as the sun makes it's inevitable westward trajectory due to
the earths rotation around our nearest star.

Seven or eight minutes, the heat and light show up here, and I hoped one
night to cuddle with James under the cosmos. Here it would be so clear,
that we could almost touch the planets, stars, or the Tesla satellites at
low level orbit. He was so cute, and I kissed him. "When is dinner going
to be ready?" "Soon love." I actually planned on having him for
dessert, so I whispered that in his ear. His eyes got big, and that
gorgeous heart stopping smile appeared. We were together in our element,
out in the woods, surrounded by wildlife instead of people. I saw him
start to get the stove ready, and he put on his pink low cut briefs and
that tight white shirt on. With his smooth dark skin, I had to check his
backside out in that color, as it always made me randy when he wore this.
It was purposeful, and I would have my way.

Finally dinner was ready. He cooked chicken noodle soup, with steamed
zucchini. It was so tasty. Who knows why regular food cooked outside is
so much better. Yet his recipe with the added spice, was I knew due to
his family being from New Orleans originally. He was the best chef I ever
knew, and I already was waiting for gumbo and jambalaya in the ensuing
days. We sat in our comfortable chairs with the pop up tables. It was so
romantic to eat together. The view was spectacular, and we held hands for
awhile as the sun sank below the mountain ridges that went on for miles.

Lanterns on, our campsite was well illuminated. James made hot tea for
us, and I agreed with him, that the green antioxidants were healthy. He
always made an Asian style of this in the evening, so that we could relax
and discuss our days. As we were sipping it cautiously due to the heat, I
saw the look at my cock and felt the instantaneous response. Hardening
quickly it was obviously that moment, that was going to happen. Yesterday
we had arrived, but now with everything set up, including the large air
mattress, it was that time. Grabbing his hands I got him out of his
chair. Taking his shirt off I kissed him, massaging his bulge that got
even bigger than my eight inches instantly. He was moaning and I loved
our kisses, along with him feeling up my hard penis. Oh those hands of
his were magic, and my sensitive balls were a weakness he exploited.

Soon we were both nude in the light. There wasn't full illumination, but
looking into his dark eyes, his hands playing with my blonde hair it was
a signal of things to come. Our lips locked. Soon our tongues danced like
a synchronized swimming team. Our saliva and temperatures were moving up,
and as I made sure our sex organs rubbed together, he had his hands on my
balls underneath to more than get my attention. Smiling and kissing, I
said "naughty, naughty," grabbing his ass in my strong hands. His high
pitch moan said all I needed to understand on a visceral level. He was
ready and so was I, because while our usual venue was the bedroom, I
unilaterally decided on the empty picnic table.

In the middle of nowhere, darkness and sounds of nature, I put him on the
table. Lying down prone I kissed him vigorously, and made sure to feel
his cock up as I also tongued his neck. My figure 8's there again led to
a pleasant squeal. An invitation to go further, and soon both of us were
on the table naked, with my lips exploring his loins. Kissing him all
over, his nipples were hardening as well, I made sure my saliva visited
his sex with abundance. Up and down I went bobbing up and down on his
huge smooth penis, and that scent and his sweat made me even more rabid
for his radiance. Sucking his balls, I loved their taste and how they
felt. I had complete control of him. He was under my spell as I went down
on him completely, practically choking on his staff that was oozing
precum to my awakened taste buds.

He was whining with that happy noise. His chest was going up and down in
the twilight, as I turned him over to finger and lick his ass with
reckless abandon. Oh yes he purred like a kitten. My tongue in and out
darting. His nerve endings were being given a surprise tune up, as
eventually his hole would be mine completely. Warming him up I used lube
and inserted my middle finger in him. Tongue and finger motions drove him
crazy out here too, and as the sounds of nature continued, I went with my
primal instincts to get him excited as much as I possibly could.

The heat was abating from the daylight disappearing, but it returned in a
new form, as he moaned and soon found a way to kiss me. His lips and
mine, our tongues lashing, he grabbed my cock and balls. I could see his
eyes and dark features taking in my white cock in his lips. This was a
sight that always got me horny. Ebony and ivory together, as humans we
had an ideal connection of love and sensuality. The understanding we
shared was surreal, and now I was under his barrage. Unable to do
anything but howl, I was feeling baptized as his lips and saliva got my
cock soaking wet. His taking my balls all in was an ether like narcosis I
didn't want to leave. Just keep things as is, although I knew before
soon, to keep my penis hard and cum time expanded, it was the moment to
take him. This could only last so long, and I kept telling him "thank
you baby let's make love." He pretended not to hear me, because while
we enjoyed each others DNA down our throats, it was time to explode in
his ass.

As we transitioned, he put his legs up, and was on the edge of the table.
Oh his fingers on my balls was a dream come true as my erect penis and
his insides were lubed. He knew and anticipated what was inevitable. We
both were so keyed up, that this was going to be sinking in him deep and
fast. His voice got higher as I was now inside of him. Felt so damn good
and oh my. Squeezing down on my hardness, his wet right rear was my door
to contentment. I loved grabbing his legs on my shoulders, as he had a
sensitive spot behind his ankles. Kissing what parts of his feet I could,
I used my hips to deliver him my huge hard erect sex organ to absolutely
guarantee he knew I was inside of him. He was loving it as the smile, the
sounds, and his balls going up towards his cock were clear indications
that this was bliss.

Eventually he kept smiling looking to the side, but then said "Terry
love I want to ride you." I was happy as my favorite position. His cock
would be in my abdomen as my hard one was in him, and our kissing was an
electrical spark that can't be described in words. Voltage is as close
as possible. We both were connected and feeling this closeness. His
pheromones and mine mixed into the woods and further downwind, as we were
so similar to the animals who surrounded us in the mountains. He soon was
going to be that steaming teapot. It was soon to happen, so I plunged my
penis in him completely. He cried out in happiness, and as i manipulated
his balls with my palms he came all over me. His yelling echoed for miles
as the thrusts I gave him hit that g spot completely.

He felt tighter than ever before, and as he pulled his cum off of me, we
used it to snowball each other. This made me even hornier. He knew how to
get my rocks off as his cum in our mouths was delicious, and each thrust
I tasted this and looked into his eyes. They got bigger as I was now
inside him as far as I could do. Like a stuffed Turkey no more room. His
curved insides were at capacity, and he was sweating profusely as well.
We were in unison locked in passion. Finally the surge came and my back
tightened with my heart rate increased. I was now having my toes curl on
the ground, as I shot my humungous load inside my lover. Oh it was that
grand finale firework as the force of my sperm was fast and huge. I had
bred my lover. Making him a campfire as my cum leaked out of him, we sat
by it and kissed happily.

We both needed this so much. The crackling of the fire with its orange,
yellows, and red flames was like us. Drinking red wine together cuddling,
this was what we both had needed. Our relationship was solidifying, and
this reprieve from our respective careers, was quality time all should
take when possible. He and I smiled a lot, kissing and holding each
other. Sometime as the fire dwindled we looked at the stars, falling
asleep in each other's arms. This was as good as it could be. The stars
and fire were a canvas for our loving connection.


To be continued