Men in the Mountains

I woke up early, and sunlight was already glowing around the blinds and into my bedroom. I glanced at my bedside clock and saw that my alarm wouldn't go off for another 20 minutes. I stretched and yawned, basking in the perfect warmth and comfort of my bed. I didn't feel tired, but wasn't ready to start the day either.

I changed position and my dick throbbed gently, letting me know that I had a case of morning wood. I flexed it to be sure, and it responded by brushing lightly against the fabric of my boxers, sending chills racing across my skin. I ran a finger gently from its tip to its base, then cupped my balls. I wasn't in the mood to jerk off right now, but I liked the way it felt to have my hand in my boxers, so I left it there.

I passed the next few minutes with my eyes open, motionless, staring at the blank white ceiling above me. Eventually, my sleepiness left me and my morning wood became less persistent in its quest for attention. I stretched again, thrust my covers away, and swung my feet onto the carpeted floor.

My alarm went off while I was mid-piss. I swore, hurriedly finished, then rushed to silence it. From there, my morning proceeded at a much more rapid pace. I dressed, ate breakfast, and hurried to my car to head to work.

The road was badly in need of repair, and my drive was very bumpy. I usually didn't notice this problem, but my cock was still slightly swollen, as it had never gone completely flaccid since the moment I opened my eyes that morning. It was pressed snugly against the fabric of my pants, and each bump made it rub comfortably against the soft fabric of my boxers. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at my office building, I had a raging boner. I sat in my car for several minutes while I waited for it to settle down a bit--just enough that it wouldn't be obvious when I walked through the front doors.

To my dismay, the young man who sat at the front desk seemed to notice the bulge in my crotch immediately. Right after stepping through the doors, I met his eyes, and then his gaze dropped to the mound in my pants. He grinned at me impishly as I walked past, but he didn't say anything. I found myself feeling both embarrassed and excited by the brief interaction. For the rest of the day, I replayed the moment in my mind, and because of it, my dick never went soft.

In spite of all this, I didn't have any trouble staying focused on my work. My boss even noticed the change.

"You seem to be doing a lot better this week, Preston." He stood over my desk and looked at me as if he'd asked a question.

"I just needed a good weekend, I guess," I responded, not sure why I felt sheepish.

"Well we're glad to have you back and feeling better. I can already tell a difference in the amount of work being done around here."

I smiled and got back to work, happy with the praise. The rest of the day went by quickly, and I found myself looking forward to walking past the man at the front desk on my way out of the building. To my disappointment, he was gone by the time I left for the day. I didn't dwell on it for too long, however. He would be there tomorrow morning.

When I got home, I checked the time, then undressed and showered. I took my time dressing again, absently stroking my cock as I looked at the clothes in my closet. I pulled on a jock strap, a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, then moved to the couch to put on socks and shoes. I then sat in silence, checking my cell phone every few minutes.

Finally, my phone made a pinging sound and a message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. It simply read "here".

I grabbed my keys off the counter as I moved towards the door. I turned the doorknob and then hesitated. I realized I was holding my breath, and forced myself to take a few deep, slow breaths. Then I walked out the door and to the car that was waiting on the side of the street. Without hesitating, I pulled the passenger door open and slid into the seat.

Cooper sat in the driver's seat, and I found myself staring at his handsome face. He had shaved since I'd last seen him, revealing his strong jaw and shapely mouth. He smiled at me, and I tried not to grin like a total idiot.

"It's good to see you," Cooper said, putting the car in gear and pulling away from the curb.

"You too," I answered, my voice cracking slightly. I cleared my throat but wasn't sure what else to say. "How have you been?" I turned away so he wouldn't see me roll my eyes at my own awkwardness.

"Not bad. It's always hard to get back into the groove of things after taking a week off work, but I think I'm through the worst of it."

I silently cursed him for being so natural and at ease. We kept up the small talk for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before we came to a stop at a park. A group of men milled around near the parking area, and we cut the conversation short and got out of the car to join them. I didn't know any of the men, but they all seemed to know Cooper, as they enthusiastically greeted him.

"This is Preston, a buddy of mine," Cooper told them right away. They responded by welcoming me with the same enthusiasm they'd shown with Cooper. I received countless good-natured slaps on the back, shoulders, and arms. I learned far too many names, knowing that I wouldn't remember any of them.

They were apparently waiting on us, because it didn't take long before we were divided into teams to start a game of ultimate frisbee. I quickly began to feel that I was out of my depth. These men were generally more athletic, and more intense than I was. They were fast, strong, and had uncanny aim with the frisbee. I had only played the game once or twice, and it had been quite some time. I was grateful for all my football experience after I remembered that the rules of this game were very similar. I tried my best to pull my weight and managed to score twice.

I discreetly checked out the other men as we played, and although there were several who were very attractive, I spent more time looking at Cooper than at anyone else. He was playing for the other team, and although we made eye contact on more than one occasion, we didn't speak to each other.

I did think he was bumping into me more often than any of the other men. He did so discreetly, but my suspicions were confirmed when he bumped into me from behind and firmly gripped both of my ass cheeks with his hands before gently pushing himself away.

I didn't dare look at him after that incident, because I could feel my jock straining against my thickening cock as it was, and I worried that a glance at that muscled body would really do me in.

My team lost in the end, despite our best efforts. It was a close game, however, and I wasn't too upset. I mingled some more with the other men, trying to solidify some of the names I had learned in my memory. However, I was having a hard time focusing on anyone besides Cooper, and his frequent glances in my direction told me that he was having the same problem.

I had just ended a conversation with a tall, muscular blond named Charlie when Cooper appeared at my side.

"Want to get out of here? Grab a drink?"

"Hell yeah," I said, trying to sound cool rather than excited.

I followed him back to his car, but the tension between us returned as soon as the doors were closed. Luckily, the bar was only a couple blocks away. I hoped that a couple of drinks would cut through the awkwardness.

We found a quiet corner of the bar and ordered drinks. We sipped on them, avoiding each others' eyes until Cooper finally broke the silence.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't call."

"Dude. You could have just asked for my number. You know I would have given it to you."

Cooper snorted. "You could have asked for mine too."

"You were acting all standoffish on the last day of the trip. I thought you were trying to give me a hint."

"You were the one being 'standoffish'!" He emphasized the last word with quotes. "You've got to be the moodiest guy I know."

I was a little offended by that. I must have made a face because Cooper said "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about." Then he laughed, and I couldn't be upset anymore. I had missed that laugh.

"So... you play ultimate frisbee a lot?" I asked, trying to sound like I was teasing.

"I know it's not the coolest sport, ok? I just thought that would be a good way for us to get together as friends, just in case that's what you wanted this to be."

I shook my head sadly. "I've never heard of friends carving their phone numbers into chunks of wood for each other, but there's a first time for everything, I guess."

Cooper grimaced. "You've been really hard for me to read since day one. I'm sorry that I'm not very good at all this."

The sincerity in his voice surprised me, and I realized I'd let the banter go too far. I adopted a more serious tone of voice and said, "I'm just teasing you, man. I actually really enjoyed playing frisbee. And I know I don't have any room to criticize the way you gave me your number. I was just going to sit back and wish I had tried harder for the next few months."

Now it was his turn to tease me. "You think you would have been getting over me for months, huh? Are we talking three? Four? Ten?"

A snarky response instantly came to mind, but I resisted the urge to use it. Instead, I stared down at the table and awkwardly said, "I really did miss you, Cooper."

My voice came out much quieter than I had expected, and when Cooper didn't immediately respond, I wondered if he had heard me at all. I didn't dare look up at him, though, because I was afraid that he HAD heard me. I didn't think I had ever said something so serious to him and meant it so much.

For another few moments, the only sound was the music being played in the bar, and the sound of other people talking and laughing. It all felt distant to me. My heart was thundering in my chest when I felt Cooper's fingers under my chin. He gently tilted my jaw up until our eyes met, then leaned over the table and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes closed as my lips melted into his. That warm feeling filled my chest, and the corners of my mouth twitched into a dazed half-smile.

When Cooper pulled away, reality came rushing back, and I glanced around self-consciously. Nobody was looking in our direction. I turned back to Cooper, who smiled and said "I missed you too."

We talked for another hour or so. We told each other what had happened over the last couple of weeks, although I left out the bit about cruising at the park. I wasn't sure what Cooper would think about that, and I didn't want to mess up what had been a very enjoyable evening. We become so absorbed in the conversation that we forgot our drinks.

Eventually, Cooper checked his watch and said, "Well, we've both got to work tomorrow, so I should get you home."

I sighed, but agreed. We made our way to Cooper's car, and he introduced me to a couple of his favorite bands as he drove to my house. When we arrived, I lingered in the car on the pretense of waiting for the song to end. When it did, I met Cooper's eyes and knew that I had to ask.

"Want to come in?"

The words hung in the air for several heavy seconds. Then, without answering, he parked the car and turned it off. He walked behind me as I led the way to the front door. I unlocked it and held it open for him as he stepped inside, then followed him in. I turned to lock it again, and we stood in the darkness for a moment.

I felt Cooper's hand slip around my waist from behind, and I shivered. His hand slipped beneath my shirt and up the front of my abdomen as he started kissing the back of my neck. I let out a long, shuddering breath as his body pressed against mine, then turned in his arms to meet his lips. We kissed softly at first, but quickly became more passionate. A sense of urgency overtook us, as it had so often before, and I knew that I needed to be naked with Cooper again.

After we stumbled into the kitchen counter and a couple of chairs, I was forced to pull away long enough to turn on a light. When I turned back towards Cooper, he was pulling his shirt over his head, revealing that god-like torso. His muscles rippled as he tossed his shirt into the corner of the room, then advanced and deftly removed my tank top.

Our bodies snapped together again, and we were kissing more desperately than ever. Cooper let out a low growl, then threw me onto the couch. He stood over me, his penis stretching his shorts dangerously. Then he hooked his fingers around my waistband and smoothly removed my shorts, leaving me wearing nothing but a jock strap, socks, and shoes.

My dick was hard and throbbing, and had escaped the confines of my jockstrap. It was pressed against my right thigh, where it oozed sticky, clear fluid. I saw Cooper staring at it hungrily and involuntarily flexed it. More precum squeezed from it as I did, dripping onto my thigh and running slowly across my skin.

Cooper bent at the waist and sensuously licked the sweet honey from my leg, then cleaned the head of my cock with his warm, soft tongue. He looked up at me then, smiling in that way that I always found so endearing. I grabbed him by the head and pulled him onto me. Our crotches and our lips met simultaneously, and I felt Cooper shudder in ecstasy.

"Get those pants off," I commanded in a soft voice.

He didn't argue. He pushed himself off me, standing and dropping his pants and underwear to the floor around his ankles. My mouth immediately started watering as his cock slapped up against his abs. I needed it bad.

Cooper seemed to understand what I was thinking. He stepped around to the front of the couch and lowered his thick member until it was just above my lips. I latched onto it immediately, savoring the musky smell of his balls and the manly, sweet taste of his dick. He groaned as my lips tightened around him, then took control. He grabbed me by the hair and started thrusting his hips. His cock slid across my tongue and into my throat with each thrust, making me gag and bringing tears to my eyes.

I didn't mind, though. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to have Cooper's cock in my throat right now. Well... maybe there was one thing.

Blinking back my tears, I looked up at Cooper with what I hoped was a pleading expression. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Are you ok?"

I laughed a little. "More than ok. But I'm dying to be fucked in the ass right now."

Cooper grinned again, clearly excited about that idea. "Show me that hole."

I got onto my knees, propping myself up on the back of the couch with my elbows. I arched my back, trying my best to push my ass back towards Cooper.

"Damn, Preston," he breathed. "It's even better than I remembered."

I looked back at him, and was surprised to see that his baseball cap was somehow still on his head, turned so the bill was behind him. I could tell by the look on his face he was desperate to get his dick inside me, but he was kind enough to spit on my hole and prep it a bit with his thumb. I tried to relax, hoping to speed up the process.

Finally, I couldn't wait anymore. "Just stick it in. I'm going crazy waiting."

Cooper didn't protest. I felt the head of his cock against my exposed hole. I took a few long breaths as his stiff rod slid into me, trying not to cry out. He took my silence as a sign that he could continue and grabbed the waistband of my jock strap as he thrust into me up to the hilt.

The pain was intense, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I struggled to breathe as Cooper started to gyrate his hips. As he picked up speed, the pain lessened, and I became totally lost in the moment. I found myself moaning loudly, begging Cooper not to stop.

The pace and the passion of our lovemaking continued to grow. Cooper started spanking me between every few thrusts, turning my ass redder with every slap. He was moaning too now.

Then, without consulting me, he pulled out, grabbed me more roughly than he ever had before, and flipped me onto my back. He yanked off my jock strap, put my legs on his shoulders, and thrust into me again. Then he slid his arms behind my back and lifted me up with ease.

He stood, then paused long enough to kiss me and ask, "Where's the bedroom?"

I pointed down the hallway, and he immediately returned to fucking me, slowly moving in the direction I had pointed. At the end of the hall, he pushed me up against the wall and plowed me with all his might. I had long since stopped touching myself, knowing that I would cum if I kept at it. Cooper had the stamina of a racehorse tonight, but I could tell from the volume of his groans that he was getting close as well.

He lifted me off the wall and entered my bedroom. He went straight to the bed and carefully set me down in the middle of it. Then, keeping my legs on his shoulders, he grabbed my hips and fucked me, holding nothing back.

I met his eyes and knew it was time. I grasped my dick and started tugging on it just as he gasped "I'm gonna cum!"

I felt his cock pulse inside me just as my own began to jerk around in my hand. Semen sprayed from my dick's swollen head, and I felt a vague warmness filling my gut. My eyes never left Cooper's. His thrusts slowed to a stop, and we sat motionless for a moment. His breathing was ragged, and his cock was still twitching inside me.

Eventually, he removed his dick from my gaping hole and flopped down on the bed next to me. I got up to clean myself up, and when I returned, his eyes were closed. Thinking he was asleep, I shut off the lights and crawled onto the bed next to him.

I was almost asleep myself when I felt big arms wrap around me and pull me close. I smiled to myself as I lost consciousness. I slept more soundly than I had since our backpacking trip ended.

I woke easily, feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. I didn't immediately take in all my surroundings. Cooper's soft breathing was what reminded me that he was there. I watched his content, sleeping face, and smiled as I remembered the previous night. Then I quietly went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

It was nothing fancy because I didn't know how to cook many things. But I managed to have some decent eggs, toast, and fresh fruit prepared when Cooper emerged from the bedroom and sleepily hugged me from behind.

I had put on some boxers, but he was still nude. I could feel his bare junk pressed against my ass as he squeezed me.

"You hungry?" I asked. "It's nothing special, but I..."

"It looks perfect," he interrupted.

I gestured at the table. "Have a seat then."

He did, and sat smiling at me until I set a plate of food in front of him. I sat next to him, and he placed a hand on my thigh, which he didn't move until we were finished eating.

He glanced at the clock and said, "I've got to head out. I need to get home and change clothes before I head to work."

I thought about offering to let him borrow some of my clothes, but one look at his biceps told me that wasn't an option. I watched from the front door as he drove away, then hurried to get ready for work. As I left my bedroom, I glanced around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. My eyes settled on my nightstand in the corner, where Cooper's baseball cap was sitting. I left it where it was, and I couldn't stop smiling as I drove myself to work.