Mountain Man: Part Three

(Takes up from end of Part Two.)

If I'd been somewhat preoccupied after my first encounter with Mike the week before, I was totally crazed now. I thought of him constantly, got hardons at awkward times, masturbated like I was 16 again.

Naturally, as someone who'd previously led a straight sex life, I wondered what this said about my sexuality. I said earlier that I was curious about gay sex, but now I wondered if something deeper was at work.

I was horny for Mike in a way I hadn't been for any person in years. By touching his cock, and kissing him so passionately, I'd set a fire that I sensed -- that I knew -- would be hard to put out.

What this meant in practical terms -- how far I might be willing to go with Mike -- was not yet clear. But the thrill I got from kissing him suggested I would enjoy other things that were previously unthinkable.

A lot depended on Mike, of course. I knew next to nothing about the guy, and I dreaded the possibility that he would get cold feet and ghost me at our meeting.

I need not have worried.

When I got to the bar on Wednesday, he was already there. When he saw me coming his way, a smile creased his lips.

"What?" I asked as we shook hands.

He leaned closer and said under his breath, "This is the first time I've seen you with your clothes on."

I felt myself blushing, but we both laughed.

I sat down. We ordered beers, and then there was an awkward silence.

What do you say to a guy you've had sex with but know absolutely nothing about?

"Okay," I finally said, setting the timer on my phone. "Your life in five minutes. Go."

Mike smiled and started talking.

He had grown up in Kansas City with two sisters and a brother. All except Mike still lived near their parents, and two had families of their own.

Mike's family had been fairly well off -- big house, good schools, travel. He'd been a decent student and a good lacrosse player in school, and actually got a scholarship to play D3 lacrosse in college. Then he parlayed an engineering degree into a good job in San Francisco, where he met his wife.

They'd been married about six years, he said, but they'd fought from the start and he thought it was only a matter of time before they got a divorce.

I told him my story: growing up in Arizona with one sister, my mom's early death, going to school at Cal-Irvine in finance, my father's death, my short marriage and divorce.

By this time we had finished our beers, so I went to the bar to get another round. When I came back, MIke asked, "So, have you done anything like this before?"

I told him about jacking off with my college roommate. He told me that he'd had a similar experience with a high school friend, and then again a few years ago with a neighbor.

"How far did it go with those guys?" I asked.

"About as far as we went the other day."

I took a swallow of beer.

"Did you think about going further?" I asked.

He looked around to make sure no one was in earshot.

"You mean like sucking cock?"

My dick gave a twitch.

"Yes," I said.

"My neighbor and I were headed that way, I think. Then he got scared his wife was getting suspicious, and he broke it off."

After a moment I said, "So, what went through your mind when you saw me the first time?"

Mike smiled.

"You mean when you were lying naked on a rock, beating your meat?"

I laughed, a little embarrassed.

"I blame it on the drugs," I said. "I was stoned at the time."

"A stoner?" he said. "I wouldn't have guessed.

"At first I was surprised, of course," he went on. "But it also turned me on, big-time."

"I could tell," I said. "You asked to join me and then didn't wait for an answer."

"I didn't want to give you a chance to say no."

"How'd you know I wouldn't punch you in the nose?"

"I didn't. Took a chance."

"I'm glad you did," I said.

"What about you? Did you ever want to go further with a guy?"

"Thought about it," I said. "Didn't have the nerve."

"What about now? Do you have the nerve now?"

"Yes," I said. "I can't wait till this weekend."

He leaned a little closer.

"I meant now now. Do you have the nerve at this moment?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm parked in the garage next door, in a dark corner in the back."

I gaped at him.

"You want to fool around in a parking garage? Are you kidding?"

"Dead serious," he said.

"Isn't that kinda risky?"

He gave a snort.

"Dude, we've had sex twice on a rock in the middle of the forest. Now you're suddenly careful? If anything this would be more private."

I looked at him.

"Well, I am pretty horny....."

"I've had a hardon the last 10 minutes," he said.

"Me, too. Let's go then."

We paid the tab and left.

"Please tell me you're not driving a Civic," I said as we entered the parking garage.

"Ha, no," he said. "Brought the van. Lots of room in the back."

There was no one else in the elevator. When the doors closed, Mike pushed me against the wall and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth. I kissed him back and ground the bulge in my pants against his.

If the building had been taller and the elevator ride longer we might have wound up naked, but after three floors the elevator stopped and we stepped out.

Mike led me to a shadowed corner of the garage. His van was parked so that the passenger side was hidden from view.

There didn't seem to be anyone about, but even so we kept a slight distance between us as we walked over. Mike gave one more careful look around, unlocked the van and slid the back door open.

"Climb in."

It must have been one of those vans with seats that can be lifted out, because there was enough room in the back for the two of us to lie side by side. Mike had spread a couple of blankets on the floor, and even thought to bring a couple of pillows.

"Nicer than some hotels I've been in," I said.

We climbed in and Mike slid the door closed. We kicked off our shoes, turned to each other and started kissing.

"I feel like a teenager again," he said, reaching for my belt.

I helped him take off my pants and boxers, then we took his off. Our dicks were already hard, and Mike's already was glistening with precum.

We lay down and kissed some more. Mike wrapped a hand on my cock and I reached for his. We stroked and kissed for a long time.

So far Mike had taken the initiative in our encounters, and I thought it was my turn to take the lead this time.

I let go of his cock and reached up to unbutton his shirt. When I had done the last button I broke the kiss and slid down enough to kiss him on the neck -- here and there under his jaw, along the sides of his neck, down to the hollow above his collarbone.

His breath quickened as I slid down further, my nose in his chest chair, planting kisses as I went. I moved to one side to lick a nipple with the flat of my tongue, and felt him shuddering underneath me.

When I took the nipple in my teeth and gave it a tiny nip, he gasped and said, "Harder." I bit deeper, and he let out a little groan. I moved to the other nipple, where I did the same things and got the same reactions.

I pressed my chest against him, and felt his hard rod sliding against my stomach and between my pecs. I kept moving until I felt the wet skin of his cockhead touch my chin.

I moved the last inch or so, until my mouth was poised over Mike's cock.

He was trembling with excitement. I know he wanted me to just get on with it, but some instinct told me the payoff would be bigger if I made him wait for it.

My own heart was pounding. I had thought about this moment many times in the last few days, torn between eagerness and curiosity on the one hand, and the reluctance of breaking a taboo on the other.

His cock glistened, covered in a sheen of precum. I could smell it: a sharp, bleachy smell, with a hint of something musky.

Here goes nothing.

I opened my mouth, extended my tongue and swirled it around the head.

Mike caught his breath.

I paused a moment to savor the taste -- a little salty, and something else, something feral -- and licked him slowly once more. Then again. And again.

Mike's breathing deepened.

"Jesus that feels good," he said,

Then I opened my lips and closed them just below the corona, so his head was in my mouth. I sucked gently. Precum streamed onto my tongue. I paused to swallow.

Mike must have felt my throat working, because he groaned and said, "Oh, my God."

I slid my lips down his shaft, until I had about three inches of him in my mouth. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the underside, swallowed more precum, and moved further downward. I wanted to see how far I could go.

It turned out to be pretty far. My gag reflex is weak, and I was able to get five inches of him into my mouth without much trouble. The upward curve of his shaft made it hard to take him in fully, though, so I decided not to push things for now.

My mouth had filled again, so without backing off I swallowed again.

"God, Jim," he said.

I moved back up to the head, pressing my tongue along the underside of his shaft and then using the tip to probe his slit. He shuddered when I did that. I swallowed more precum, then started back down the shaft.

Pretty soon I had a rhythm going, up and down, pausing to lick him now and then. At one point I took my mouth off him long enough to make a long, vigorous lick from the base of his shaft to the tip.

I was surprised at how much I liked doing this.

"Oh, yeah, suck that cock," he said. "Suck my cock, Jim."

Precum was pouring out of him now. I had to swallow frequently to keep ahead of it.

Then I felt a change in him. His whole body stiffened, and his cock seemed to get even harder.

I knew what this meant, and I was ready for it.

"Gonna cum," he said, tapping me on the shoulder.

I took my mouth off him long enough to say, "Go for it."

Up and down the shaft I went, faster now. Mike's cock stiffened, he let out a big groan, and sooner than I expected he fired a big gob of cum onto my tongue. I barely had time to taste it before he shot again. I swallowed. He kept shooting, and I kept swallowing, over and over until I had sucked the last of his seed.

I kept my mouth on him. Not until I felt his whole body relax did I let him go.

"Oh, my fucking God, Jim, that was amazing," he said. "Nobody's ever made me feel like that."

He put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue slid between my lips; he wanted to taste himself.

Abruptly he took me by the shoulders and rolled me on my back. Next thing I knew my cock was in his mouth, and he was giving me the same treatment I had given him.

There was this difference, though: When he stopped to use his tongue, he traced the ridge on the underside of my shaft to my sack. He licked it all over, then sucked my balls into his mouth one by one. This was a new thing to me, and it made me cry out in pleasure.

The other thing he did was to use his hand as well as his lips on my cock, stroking as well as sucking. The feeling was overwhelming, and in no time at all I was ready to cum.

"Here it comes," I said.

He took his mouth off me long enough to say, "Fire away."

Ten seconds later I did, harder than I've ever come in my life. I cried out, something between a gasp and a moan. My body jerked upward, jamming my cock into his mouth, and he had to put his hands on my thighs to keep me from choking him.

I've never been a particularly big cummer, but this time I seemed to cum in buckets. Mike stayed with it the whole time. Not a drop escaped him.

When I was spent he flopped down beside me.

"Holy fucking shit," he said.

A minute or two passed before either of us spoke again.

"I fucking loved that," Mike said. "I can't believe I waited so long to try it. I definitely missed something."

"Me, too," I said.

I was ready to go again, so I put my hand on his cock.

"Down, boy," he said, smiling. "No time. Gotta get home, put the seats back in here before my wife gets home."

"You know, Mike, it's dumb taking these chances in public places when you could come to my cabin or my apartment."

"I know," he said. "But this adds a certain thrill to it, don't you think? Like having sex on a rock in the middle of a forest?"

"Well, yeah," I said, suddenly aware that the risk had been part of the excitement.

"But it wouldn't be thrilling if we got caught. Why don't you come to my cabin sometime this weekend?"

"Unfortunately we're not going up," he said. "Going to a wedding. But next week my wife is going to her sister's, so I might be able to come to your place here. If you're up for it."

"Damn right I'm up for it," I said. "There's a lot more stuff I want to do to you."

"Oh, yeah?" he said, and kissed me.

It was a long, lingering kiss. We broke it reluctantly and got dressed. Mike cautiously slid open the van door and peeped out.

"The coast is clear," he said. "Let's go."