Mountain Man: Part Five

(Takes up directly from Part Four.)

I awoke early the next morning, as I usually do in the mountains. Trying not to disturb Mike, I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. Closing the door, I peed and flushed, then splashed cold water on my face.

When I came out of the bathroom Mike was still snoring lightly, so I pulled on some shorts and a hoodie and closed the bedroom door behind me. Let him sleep awhile..

I made coffee, poured myself a cup and went out on the deck to check the weather. It was quite cool but the sky was a clear blue that promised a warm day.

Mike and I should go for a hike or something, I thought.

Mike.

The guy in my bed.

The guy whose cock I loved sucking.

The guy who finger-fucked me last night.

The guy who sucked my dick and swallowed my cum more enthusiastically than any woman ever had.

Had sex ever been this good?

My cock started to stiffen. I thought about jacking off right then and there but forced myself to wait.

Save it for Mike.

Feeling chilled, I went back inside, poured myself a second cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. I was just starting to think about breakfast when the bedroom door opened and Mike shambled into the room.

His eyes were half-closed and he had a bad case of bedhead.

"Morning, Sunshine," I said

"Mmph."

"Not a morning person?"

"Nope."

He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Starving."

"Hang on, then, I'll make us some eggs."

We ate breakfast mostly in silence. Not until we were cleaning up afterward did he give voice to the thoughts we both seemed to be having.

"Is this weird, what we're doing?" he asked. "I know I asked that before, but does it need asking again?"

"Do you mean, Is it weird for two straight guys to have increasingly intense gay sex?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"I don't know if 'weird' is the right word," I said. "Surprising, maybe. Unexpected, for sure."

"Do you think we're really gay, deep down?"

"I've been asking myself that same question."

"And?"

"Well, I don't think I've suddenly lost interest in women, have you?"

"No," he said. "I mean, my wife and I aren't in a great place right now, but we still have good sex once in a while. We did just the other day, in fact."

I felt a twinge of jealousy, but I put that thought away to deal with later.

"Seems more likely we're bi," I said. "Maybe we've been bi all along. After all, we've both had same-sex experiences before.

I paused.

"Although they seem pretty tame compared to what we're doing now."

He looked down into his cup.

"Are you having second thoughts about this?" I asked.

He looked up quickly.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I am totally loving it. It feels new and exciting, and if anything I feel stupid for not trying it sooner."

"Same here," I said, relieved.

"I don't think I can be very public about it, though," he said. "I'm still married, after all."

"Ha," I said. "I'm not ready to make any announcements, either."

"Well, then, I think we should just keep exploring and see where it takes us," he said.

He got up, came around to my side of the table and kissed me affectionately on the top of the head.

"Let's get outside. How about we hike up to Black Point, then I'll show you my place."

"Sounds good," I said. "If you fill a couple of water bottles I'll make some sandwiches and we can have lunch on top."

"You got it."

***

Black Point is actually a small peak separated from the spine of the range by the valley where my cabin is located. The trail up is fairly strenuous, but the view from the top is spectacular, and it's always been my favorite hike.

It took Mike and me about an hour and a half to make the climb. It was a warm day, and we were both sweating by the time we reached the top. We settled onto a slab of rock that forms a natural bench to cool off and admire the view.

We talked a little, but mostly just drank in the scenery. Eventually we heard some other hikers coming up the path. It was a family -- mom, dad, three kids -- and we didn't resume the conversation until they left about half an hour later.

By then it was time for lunch. We broke out the sandwiches and shared a bag of chips. When we were done we lay back on the rocks and looked at the sky for a while. I think we both must have fallen asleep, because when I next opened my eyes the valley was partly in shadow.

I nudged Mike.

"We'd better get going."

"Instead of going back the way we came, how about we circle around the back way?" Mike asked. "That'll bring us out right near my place, and we can have a soak in the hot tub."

"Sounds great," I said. "Could this eventually lead to hot sex?"

"Very possibly," he said, smiling.

As I followed him down the path I got to thinking about the night before, particularly the part where he played with my ass. The thought of being penetrated -- by a finger or perhaps by something else -- made my dick twitch.

It was late afternoon by the time we got off the trail. We turned onto the road, away from my place, and walked a half mile or so. We came to a driveway where Mike turned in.

Another 50 yards and his place came into view. My jaw dropped.

Mike's place wasn't a cabin, as I'd assumed; it was more like a millionaire's mountain getaway, a sprawling place twice as big as the house I grew up in. It was built from big logs, like one of those old national park hotels, with a sharply peaked roof and stone walls on either side of the front door.

"Holy shit," I said.

Mike shrugged.

"My mom came from money," he said.

He fished a key out of his pocket and we went in.

The inside was just as impressive: high ceiling, gorgeous woodwork, a huge kitchen, tall windows giving onto a back deck and a stupendous view of the high peaks.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Too much?" Mike asked.

"Hell, nah," I said. "Suits me fine.''

He laughed.

We went through a door onto the deck. The hot tub was on a slightly raised platform at one end of the deck, next to what looked like an outdoor bar.

"What're you drinking?" he asked.

"Surprise me."

"You like small-batch bourbon?"

"Never had one."

"You're in for a treat."

He got a couple of glasses, plunked some ice into them and poured us each a generous splash.

He handed me my drink, we clinked glasses and I took a sip.

The bourbon had a bite to start, but quickly mellowed into something dark and smoky.

"Wow, that's good," I said.

"I know, right?"

I stepped over to the hot tub and lifted a corner of the cover. A wisp of steam escaped.

"You leave this on all the time?" I asked.

"I stopped by here yesterday on the way to your place and turned it on," Mike said. "Should be good and hot by now."

He pulled off the cover.

"We should shower first," he said.

"And smoke a bowl," I said.

"You sure like your weed."

"Yes. Don't you?"

"I do, but it's been a good long while," he said. "I actually thought my dope-smoking days are over."

"Shows how much you know."

I got my pipe and bag out of my jacket pocket and got a bowl ready to go.'

"This stuff is pretty strong," I said. "You up for it?"

"Fire that sucker up," he said, laughing.

I lit up and we passed the pipe back and forth. The effect was almost instantaneous.

"Holy shit," Mike said.

It was my turn to say, "I know, right?"

When the bowl was gone, Mike stepped over to the shower and turned it on. Then he started taking off his clothes.

For a moment I just watched.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen Mike get undressed, but it was the first time I took time to appreciate how good he looked naked. He was toned without being muscle-bound, and he had just enough hair to look masculine without being furry.

And then there was his cock. If a cock can be beautiful, his cock certainly was.

Mike noticed me looking at him.

"What?" he said.

"Just admiring the view," I said.

He gave a sheepish smile and stepped over to the hot tub. As he climbed in he seemed to make a point of showing me his ass.

My dick twitched again

He turned and settled slowly into the steaming water.

"Well?" he said.

I stripped and stepped over to the shower. I felt Mike's eyes on me, and took my time rinsing off the sweat. I made sure I stood so he could see my dick, then turned so he could see my ass.

I turned the water off and climbed into the tub, settling into the bench opposite Mike.

For a moment we just looked at each other.

"Fuck I'm stoned," he said.

I laughed.

"Me, too."

After a moment, I slid around on the benches until I was next to Mike.

"Must be nice having this view all the time," I said.

"Never gets old," he said.

A few minutes passed. I turned to look at him.

"Mike," I said.

He turned to me.

"Yeah?"

I leaned in and we shared a long, pleasurable kiss.

Finally he broke the kiss and said, "Stand up."

I got to my feet. Mike put a hand on my hip, turned me slightly and pulled me toward him so that my rigid cock was mere inches from his lips.

He reached up with the other hand and placed it on the other hip.

He pulled me slowly toward him so that the tip of my cock touched his lower lip. He opened up and pulled me further, sliding the head over his lips until I felt the flat of his tongue against the bottom of my shaft. He kept pulling until my entire length was in him.

He paused for a moment -- I could see him breathing deeply, fighting the impulse to gag -- and then pushed on my hips, sliding me gently out.

He did the same thing once more: pulling me in slowly, stopping to breathe, then sliding me out.

He did it a third time, then he looked up at me and said, "Put your hands on either side of my head."

I complied.

"Now fuck my mouth."

I was a bit startled that he put it that way, but no way I wasn't going to do what he asked.

I pushed my cock between his lips and started slowly sliding in and out. I went in just a couple of inches at first, letting him get used to the feel, then gradually went deeper. He'd evidently gotten the hang of relaxing his throat, because I saw no sign of his gagging, even when his nose was buried in my pubic hair.

He locked eyes with me. His steady look said, "Give it to me, hard."

I've never been the type to enjoy dominating another person sexually, not even in my fantasies. But knowing that Mike had put himself at my mercy, that he wanted me to be firm, if not exactly rough, was a huge turn-on.

I started going faster, pistoning his throat at a steady pace. His face turned red and his eyes began to water, but he gave no sign of wanting me to stop. In fact, when I paused once to reposition my feet, he clamped his hands on my ass to keep me from backing away.

I was going pretty fast and hard now, actually panting from the effort. My balls began to contract, and my cock seemed to swell a little further. Mike must have felt it, because he grabbed my ass with both hands and shoved me into him.

I came, hard, skewering his head with my cock and shooting straight down his throat. I shot again, and again, and marveled at the way he used his throat muscles to milk me.

When I was finally done I fell back against the tub wall. My cock made a popping sound as it slid free of Mike's lips. He paused a moment, as if to savor the last taste, then eased himself back onto the bench opposite me and closed his eyes.

For a long time neither of us said anything. I watched as the normal color slowly returned to his face.

"Holy shit, Mike," I said. "Did you enjoy that?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"At first I wasn't sure," he said. "But once I was able to relax my throat, I enjoyed it very much."

"I'm impressed you could take a pounding like that."

He laughed.

"Maybe there's a little whore in me," he said.

I picked up my glass and swallowed the last of the bourbon.

"In me, too, maybe," I said.

I stood up and moved to the far side of the hot tub, my back to Mike. I put my hands on the ledge, bent over and spread my legs enough to expose my hole.

The next thing I felt was Mike's hand on my hip.

I shivered -- not from the cold, but from anticipation of what he might do next.

There was a pause. I could feel his breath in my crack. I shivered again.

When the tip of his tongue touched my hole I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I'd had a vague idea that some people sometimes used their tongues in this way, but I'd had no experience of it myself and it had not occurred to me that Mike might do it to me.

That first tentative touch was followed by a long, slow lick along the cleft, across the hole and then back to it. A wave of pleasure went through me.

Mike's tongue entered me slightly, and then a little more deeply, and I made a little noise.

He withdrew his tongue from my hole and licked me some more, from the top of the cleft down to the backside of my sack. He licked my balls, slowly at first, then more aggressively. Then his tongue moved from the back of my scrotum back up toward the hole, and this time when his tongue entered it went in all the way.

I was being tongue-fucked, and it made me writhe in pleasure.

"Jesus fucking God," I said.

He got more aggressive. He wasn't just tonguing me now; it felt like he was working his jaws on my flesh.

Eating me. Eating my ass.

I felt my asshole loosening up.

Whoa.

Mike drew back briefly, and I heard a snap, like a plastic bottle opening.

"Where did that come from?" I asked.

"Swiped it from your cabin," Mike said. "I had a hunch we'd need it."

"Was I that obvious?"

"Let's just say you've had a very fuckable look all day."

I started to laugh again, but cut it short when the cool fluid trickled into my crack. It flowed downward toward my hole, and then I felt Mike's finger entering me, slowly but inexorably.

When it was in as far as the last knuckle he crooked it, downward now, and pressed on my prostate. My cock gave a jump, and another wave of ecstasy went through me.

I felt something pressing again at my hole, and realized that Mike was trying to slip a second finger in beside the first. I took a deep breath and released it, and that helped loosen me enough for him to get it inside.

Once the second finger was positioned next to the first, Mike started sliding them in and out. I was going wild underneath him, my cock throbbing and my mouth emitting an unending series of moans.

Then came a third finger. Mike didn't bother to wait for me to loosen further, he just shoved it in. I groaned.

Next thing I know he's fucking me with three fingers.

I looked up. A nearly full moon hung in the sky. I felt like howling at it.

I turned back and looked at Mike.

"I'm ready," I said. "Put your dick in me."

He smiled. I watched as he withdrew his fingers from my ass, picked up the lube and dribbled some on his cock.

I turned back toward the moon and he slid into me, the whole cock, in one long stroke.

It hurt, more than I expected, and I cried out. He froze.

"Sorry!" he said. "Are you okay?"

There was real worry in his voice.

"Just give me a sec."

I breathed deeply, in and out several times.

When the pain subsided somewhat, I told him to go ahead -- slowly.

His first thrusts were slow and careful, like he was letting me get used to him. But they obviously gave him pleasure, too, judging by the sounds coming out of his mouth.

"Your ass is so tight," he said, "and hot."

After a minute or so I felt I was ready for something more strenuous. I turned back to him and said, "OK, you can fuck me now."

So he did.

He speeded up - in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper. My ass had adjusted fully to him, and he slid in and out easily. His cock felt like a piston.

I looked down at my own cock. A long string of precum dangled from the slit.

For a few moments all you could hear was his skin slapping against mine and the ragged sound of our breathing. But it wasn't long before Mike started making grunting sounds.

"Gonna cum soon," he said.

"Cum inside me," I said. "Shoot your load in my ass."

I grabbed my cock with one hand and started stroking. As soon as I did I felt my ass contracting around his shaft.

"Holy shit," Mike said. "Your ass is getting even tighter."

"Let me know when you're about to cum, I'll try to match you."

"Won't be long."

As our climax neared, a moment came when time stood still and I seemed to float free of my body and watch myself from above, bent over the edge of the tub, Mike's dick pumping in and out of my ass.

My dick suddenly swelled and I felt my cum rising.

"Almost there," I gasped.

"Me, too," Mike said.

His cock swelled inside me; he was about to come. I felt my own dick stiffening further and my ball sack tightening.

After one agonizingly long moment where we both teetered on the edge, he gripped my hips with both hands and, with a huge groan, jammed his dick deep inside me. My ass muscles contracted around his shaft, my whole body gave a great shudder, and a long rope of semen shot out of my dick and over the edge of the hot tub.

Mike pumped hard, and I kept shooting. The feeling was so intense I almost blacked out. We were both groaning now, and for a moment I thought I heard our voices echoing across the valley.

I don't know how long this went on, but the pumping eventually stopped. Mike collapsed on top of me, his dick twitching inside my ass. I was making little whimpering sounds.

Eventually we both grew quiet, except for our deep breathing.

I was in a daze, overwhelmed by what had just happened. I could not remember having such an intense sexual experience.

Finally Mike spoke.

"Holy fucking shit," he said. "That was incredible."

"I am wiped out," I said.

Mike shifted a little, and his cock started sliding out of my ass. It came out with a popping sound.

"Ouch," I said.

"Sorry!"

I started to stand up. When I did I felt something oozing out of my ass.

"Fuck, I'm leaking," I said.

Mike grabbed a towel from the pile next to the hot tub and handed it to me. I wiped up, then collapsed onto the seat next to him.

For a long time neither of us spoke.

Finally Mike said, "Maybe I should try the ass thing, you doing me."

"Whenever you like," I said.

After a pause, Mike said, "I'm hungry. We should probably think about dinner."

"How about we go back to my place, fix that pasta and then have more sex in front of the fire?"

"Works for me," he said.

***

The night had turned cooler when we left Mike's place, but thankfully it wasn't far to my cabin.

Once inside we threw dinner together, did a quick cleanup and settled down in front of the fire.

This time we took things slow; I played with his ass for a bit, then sucked him while finger-fucking him, the way he had done to me the night before.

My ass was tender after the vigorous fucking he'd given me earlier, so Mike just gave me a long, slow blowjob, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and backing off, over and over, until I had to beg him again to finish me off.

After that we went to bed, kissing goodnight like two lovers, which I guess by this time we were.

The next morning we decided to have breakfast at the diner in town. We sat in a booth in the corner, and Mike surprised me by slipping one foot out of his boot and pressing it against my crotch. I nearly aspirated a bite of bacon.

Driving back to my cabin in Mike's car, I teased him the way he'd teased me in the diner. I leaned over and put my head in his lap, mouthing the front of his pants until he got hard.

When we got back to my place Mike bent me over the back of the couch, yanked my pants down and dropped his own pants to his ankles. Taking the bottle of lube from the end table, he slathered up my hole, slicked up his cock and pushed into me. He then fucked me, hard, while the two of us moaned like a couple of animals.