Mountain Man: Part Four

(Takes up from end of Part Three.)

The next few days were weird ones for me.

I thought of Mike constantly, reliving the moments we'd spent together in the woods and in the back of his van. Images of his naked body, of his big cock, paraded endlessly through my mind. At times I thought I could smell and taste him, feel my hands and mouth on his cock, feel his cum flowing down my throat.

I wanted Mike with a desperation I haven't felt for another person in years.

There were times, too, though, when I tried to step back and think objectively about what was going on. I've always been an analytical person, even about my own thoughts and feelings, and I am accustomed to thinking I know myself pretty well.

Now, though, I was a mystery to myself. This sudden upwelling of lust for another man didn't fit my self-image as a more or less normal straight guy. That image had changed radically; some inner dam had broken, and I'd been swept away on a flood of unfamiliar feelings.

I can't say I was really troubled by this, however. The opposite, in fact: I felt as if a door had opened to something new and exciting and definitely worth exploring.

Looking back on it now, I'm surprised I managed the rest of my life as well as I did. I went to work, did my job, exercised, shopped for groceries, got the oil changed. I even went on a Tinder date, which went pretty well, considering how many times I thought of Mike's cock while I was with her.

Finally, on the following Monday morning, I got a text from Mike: "Wednesday night?"

I texted right back. "Yes, 8 at my place," and sent him the address.

When I got home that night, I got to thinking about what we might do when we saw each other again.

I pictured myself greeting him at the door, pulling him inside, kissing him passionately, falling to my knees, fishing his cock out of his pants and sucking him right there in the foyer. The fantasy was so exciting I stripped my clothes off, flopped on my bed and jacked myself to a furious orgasm.

The next day, though, I got another text from Mike:

"Bad news: have to cancel tomorrow. Good news: I'm free all weekend."

I was disappointed, of course, at the delay in seeing him, but spending the weekend together seemed like a fair trade.

I texted back: "I'll be at my place by 7 Friday. Come on over anytime."

As you can imagine, this sent my fantasy life into overdrive.

The next evening I had beers with a bunch of people from work. I happened to sit next to a guy named Jay, who I didn't know well but who had some role in a project I was working on. We got deep into conversation about it, and before long I realized that everyone else had left.

"I'm starving," he said. "Want to order something? Burgers are great here."

I wasn't starving, but I was feeling a little drunk, and I thought it would be a good idea to get some food in me.

While we were waiting for the burgers Jay mentioned a boyfriend, which confirmed my impression that he was gay.

He glanced at my left hand, where a pale strip of skin showed where I'd once worn my wedding ring.

"Divorced?"

I nodded.

"How long?"

"Four months."

"New girlfriend yet?"

"No."

"Boyfriend maybe?"

That caught me off guard. I hesitated just long enough for him to notice.

"Well, well," he said teasingly. "Playing for our team now?"

"No," I said, blushing. "I mean... I'm not ...not really...I'm just..."

I looked down into my beer.

"Dude, relax," he said. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. You're not the first straight guy to take a walk on the wild side."

Just then our burgers arrived. I was grateful for the distraction. We each took a bite, then Jay said, "Seriously, Jim, no judgment here."

Then, maybe seeing my confusion reflected in my face, he added in a kindly tone, "And if you feel a need to talk about it, let me know. It'll be just between us, I promise."

"Okay," I managed to say. "Thanks, Jay. I don't need that now, but I appreciate the offer."

"One bit of advice," he said, smiling again. "You can never use too much lube."

It took me a second to register what he was talking about, but when it did I was able to smile back at him.

"Good to know," I said.

I left work early Friday to head for the mountains, making a couple of stops on the way to lay in supplies of groceries and booze.

And - you guessed it - a bottle of lube. Whether and how this might be used, I wasn't sure, but what the hell?

I got to the cabin around 6.

The weather was sunny but unusually cool for summer, so I chopped enough wood to have a fire later on. Then I took a shower, put on some sweats and poured myself two fingers of scotch.

I was tingling with excitement.

A little after 7 I heard a car turning into the driveway. I stepped outside as Mike pulled up - not in his van, but in a sleek-looking Mercedes.

He got out and came straight up to where I stood on the steps and folded me in his arms. Then we kissed for a long time.

"I feel like I have a boyfriend," I said.

"You do, stud."

He went back to the car and got his bag out of the trunk. I waited for him just inside the door.

When he came in there followed a scene straight out of a rom-com: Mike and I trying to kiss, hug and undress ourselves all at once while edging toward the bedroom. I knocked over a lamp and he barked his shins on the end table before we made it to the bed.

Once there we wrestled for a minute to see who got to suck the other guy's cock first. I won.

"Ok, you bastard," Mike said. "Suck my cock first. See if I care."

Before he could finish speaking I lowered my head and swallowed his dick whole, so deeply that the swollen head hit the back of my throat. I felt a slight urge to gag but fought it, breathing through my nose and trying to relax as much as possible.

I backed off, took a deep breath, and went back to work, sliding my lips up and down his shaft, over and over. From time to time I stopped to swirl my tongue around the head or drag it down the underside of his shaft. Meanwhile I savored the sharp taste of his precum.

All this time Mike was moaning and gasping. He lifted his hips off the bed, instinctively trying to jam his cock deeper into my mouth. I had to put my hands on his thighs to hold him down.

Then he wound his fingers into my hair and pulled me downward, forcing his cock into me. It wasn't easy for me to take him in that deeply -- my eyes were watering something fierce -- but I did my best to relax my throat..

Finally I felt his cock swelling. Seconds later he came. His body gave a sudden jerk and cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed once - he groaned when I did -- but I couldn't keep up. I just let it flow down my throat and spill from my lips. It felt like there was a gallon of it.

When his body finally stopped jerking and twitching I let him go.

"My God, Jim, that was absolutely fucking incredible," he said, panting. "I'm sorry I was so rough. I kind of got carried away."

"Not to worry," I said. "It was kind of hot making you lose control."

"My turn to make you do the same," he said.

Two seconds later I was on my back with my cock in his mouth.

Whereas I had tried to work fast, Mike went more slowly. He began by licking me all over, from the slit down the shaft to the root of my cock and then to my balls. He slathered my scrotum in spit, sucked the testicles into his mouth one by one, then licked his way back up my shaft to the tip. Only then did he take me in. I was so keyed up that I came almost immediately.

We lay there for a long time afterward, saying little, enjoying a friendly, almost intimate, silence. Through the window I could see that the sun was going down.

"How about a drink?" I finally said.

"Sounds good."

I got up and, without dressing, went into the big room and poured two generous glasses of scotch. On the way back to the bedroom I fished two gummies out of my stash.

"Here," I said, handing him his drink and one of the gummies.

He took a big sip from the drink but looked at the gummy uncertainly.

"I've never had one of these, actually," he said.

"These are low-strength," I said. "Once they kick in, maybe an hour, we'll have a nice, low-key buzz that'll stay with us for hours. Trust me, it's great for sex."

He shrugged and popped it into his mouth.

I ate mine and took a drink.

"Hungry?"

"Getting there," he said.

"Let's get started on dinner, then. We could grill burgers, or we could boil some pasta."

"Meat!" he said.

"Burgers it is."

I got dressed and went to light the charcoal.

****

The dope kicked for me just as I was taking the burgers off the grill. As we sat down to eat I watched Mike to see how long it took him to realize he was high.

He chewed his burger slowly, savoring every bite. Between bites he gazed at it, as if he were trying to place this particular burger on the scale of great burgers he'd eaten in the course of his burger-eating life.

After two or three minutes of this he blinked hard several times, turned to me and said, "Dude, I'm high."

I burst out laughing.

"What?" he said.

"Kinda sneaks up on you, doesn't it?"

"For sure," he said.

When the burgers were gone we sat talking for a long time -- families, jobs, women.

"Can I ask you something?" Mike asked.

"Sure."

"What happened with your ex-wife?"

"Long story, but the short version is that we never should have married in the first place. The sex was great, and we thought that made us compatible, but after we got married it turned out we didn't mesh that well outside the bedroom. I think if we'd lived together beforehand we would have found that out, but we were in a hurry and didn't take the time to really get to know each other."

He nodded.

"What about you?" I asked.

"The sex for us was good, too," he said. "Still is, sometimes. But we fight a lot. Lately, too, she's been drinking -- a lot. I've stopped drinking around her, and tried to get her to go to AA or something, but she's in total denial. "

'I'm sorry, Mike," I said. "That's a lot to deal with."

"Yeah."

"And I'm sure all this -- you and me, I mean -- isn't making it easier."

"Jim, please put that thought out of your head. I want this."

"I do, too," I said.

We talked about what was going on between us. I told him how much I was enjoying our explorations, how exciting it was to try something new with someone equally curious, that I thought about him constantly.

Mike said he felt the same way. He added that he was glad we not only seemed to be sexually compatible, but that we were getting to be friends, too.

It was getting dark by the time we got up from the table. He offered to clean up, so I got some wood from the pile and brought it inside. While I got a fire going Mike finished the cleanup and headed to the bathroom to get a quick shower.

While he was still in there I got a couple of blankets out of the bedroom and spread them on the floor in front of the fireplace, along with a couple of big pillows from the couch. Then I took off my clothes and lay down in front of the fire.

I heard the shower turn off, and a minute later Mike walked in wearing only a towel. When he saw me lying naked on the floor, my dick already hard, he let the towel fall to the floor. Just seeing his cock made my mouth water.

By the time he lay down next to me he was hard, too.

For a moment we just looked at each other.

"I have never wanted a person in my life as much as I want you right now," Mike said.

Up to this point, our encounters had been urgent, hurried, even frenzied. We had been so overcome by excitement -- or by lust, I guess you'd call it -- that we'd sped through sex as if we were on some sort of clock.

This time, though, things would be different.

Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I kissed him back the same way.

We looked at each other some more. Our eyes seemed to be saying, I am totally with you in this moment.

We kissed again, a little more insistently.

Another long look. We kissed again.

Real passion now, mouths open, tongues striving. From time to time one of us would break off briefly to breathe in the other's ear or kiss the other's neck.

It crossed my mind that I had made out with many women this way. The idea that I was doing it with a man -- an idea I would have laughed at a week or two earlier -- now seemed perfectly natural.

After a minute or two Mike put out an arm and pulled me toward him, at the same time shifting his hips so that his cock rubbed against mine. My whole body thrilled at the touch.

He started to move down toward my cock, but I stopped him.

"Let's 69," I said.

His face lit up.

"Great idea!"

I got up long enough to put another log on the fire, then lay down on my side next to Mike so that we faced each other's crotches. At almost the same moment, as if we'd both obeyed a signal, we took each other in.

It was then I realized that in this position, Mike's slightly curved cock fit perfectly in my mouth. I could take him all the way in without gagging.

I actually felt proud that I could do it.

In the meantime Mike had taken me in deeply, too, though not all the way. I could feel his lips sliding up and down the shaft as he strove to get used to me.

What an amazing feeling: the warmth and wetness of someone's mouth around your cock at the same time you've got your mouth around his. It was hard to know what to focus on.

We worked on each other for half a minute or so, sucking and licking and slurping. Then something changed; we both started moving our hips, fucking each other in the mouth.

I felt a tingling in my balls; I was very close to cumming. I think Mike was, too, because he suddenly pulled away gasping.

"This is so hot, but I've got to back off," he said, "I don't want to come so soon."

Mike turned so that we were facing each other again. We kissed passionately for a moment, then he pulled away.

Next thing I know he was kneeling by my side and pulling my legs apart with his hand.

He leaned down and took me in his mouth again, just long enough to wet my shaft with his spit. Then he let me go and went for my balls with his tongue. I'd loved this when he'd done it in the back of his van, sucking my balls one by one, but this time it seemed like a preliminary to something else.

Lowering his face a little further, he began nuzzling my scrotum with his nose. As he did he began tonguing the backside of my sack. It felt great, so I raised my knees to make it a little easier for him to work.

As soon as I did, he moved his tongue to my perineum and gave it a long vigorous lick. I felt a shock of pleasure go through me.

That was unexpected.

He gave me a few more long licks.

The last one came very close to my hole.

I think I let out a moan.

He pulled away and sat up. He looked at me for a moment, put his middle finger in his mouth and slathered spit all over it.

It took me a beat or two to realize where this was heading.

I thought, "Holy hell," but I didn't say anything.

He bent down and took me in his mouth again. At the same time he slipped his hand between my legs and touched his finger against my hole.

I thought I would jump out of my skin.

No one had ever touched me there, except me when I cleaned myself. I don't think I had ever thought of my ass as an erogenous zone. But once I got over my initial surprise, I was ready to see what Mike intended to do.

At first he just pressed lightly against the puckered skin. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, but by making slight movements and varying the pressure, he gradually worked the tip of his finger in.

Every move he made sent a jolt of electricity through my whole body.

It was then I thought of something.

"Hang on just a sec," I said.

He looked at me, puzzled, and pulled his hand away.

I jumped up and ran into the bedroom, my hard dick flopping up and down as I moved. I yanked open the nightstand drawer and got the tube of lube.

I ran back into the other room and handed it to him.

He looked at it in surprise for a moment, then smiled at me.

"You came prepared."

"I did."

"For what?"

"Surprise me."

I lay back down and spread my legs apart. My dick was still rock-hard. So was Mike's, standing up in his lap.

I watched as he squirted a dollop of lube onto the tip of his middle finger.

We locked eyes again as he put his hand into my crotch and found my hole again.

This time I was ready for him. I willed myself to relax, and when he pressed the lubed finger against my hole it slid right in.

My cock gave a jerk -- it was as if my cock and my hole were on the same circuit -- and my body started tingling again.

Mike kept pressing, slowly but firmly, and his finger slid in a little deeper. It wasn't easy to relax, but I did my best, and it soon felt like he had at least an inch inside me.

He pulled the finger out slowly and pushed it back in. A wave of pleasure went through me.

"Jesus, that feels good," I said.

He pulled the finger out.

"Don't stop," I said.

"I'll be back," he said, giving me his best Terminator impression.

He opened his hand and squirted some more lube onto it. This time he slathered some of it around my hole before sliding his finger in once again.

"Oh, God," I said.

He moved it in and out several times, gently fucking me, until I was totally relaxed and his finger slid easily.

He gave one steady push and he was all the way in.

He looked at me, smiling.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"A little awkward, but getting better by the minute."

He started moving again, fucking me more vigorously. Soon I was making little whimpering noises.

Meanwhile my cock had if anything gotten harder.

Mike looked at me, then curled his finger upward and probed me more deeply. He touched something firm, and it felt so good I actually cried out.

"Holy shit," I said. "What was that?"

"Your prostate," he said.

"Jesus, that's intense."

He shifted his hand a bit and pushed a little deeper. I felt myself opening up further, and soon he started stroking the hard little nut inside me. I got that feeling in your dick just before you start to cum, like you're teetering on the edge and your balls are starting to overflow, but this feeling persisted and intensified. I was riding a high, and not just from the gummy.

We both looked at my cock, which was so hard it stood up at a sharp angle from my body. As Mike stroked my inside, a drop of clear fluid oozed from the slit. We watched, rapt, as the drop swelled and began to drip.

My whole body was aflame, on the verge of an explosion.

Precum was flowing steadily out of me now, beginning to pool on the skin of my stomach.

"God, Mike, I'm going crazy here," I said. "Make me cum, for God's sake."

He gave me a wicked smile.

"Beg," he said.

"Fucker," I said.

He kept smiling. I was so close to cumming it almost hurt.

"Please make me cum," I finally whispered.

"I can't hear you," he said.

"Fucker," I said, louder. "Please make me cum. I'm begging you."

"That's better."

He pulled his finger almost all the way out of my hole, then bent down and licked the pool of fluid off my stomach..

The next moment he swallowed my cock whole and rammed the finger back in.

A spasm shot through my whole body, and I cried out. My body jerked, hard, and I shot straight down his throat. I shot again, and felt his throat muscles working as he swallowed. I shot again and again and again, making sounds that sounded like sobbing.

It was easily the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I actually saw stars

When I was finally spent Mike let my cock slip from his mouth, making a popping sound. I winced as he gently withdrew his finger from my ass.

It was Mike's turn to get off, but before I could move he threw a leg over my torso, straddling me just below the chest.