The trip to the mountains was uppermost in my mind over the next few weeks, and I would throw a rod of various states of tumescence whenever I allowed myself to think about it! I tried to find excuses to see Chris alone, but it was not happening, so I rationalized that we would be even hotter with this imposed celibacy before the trip. About a week before the trip, we did connect to go to the health club together. Chris is quite muscular, and takes his workouts seriously. He wore a tight sleeveless t-shirt, which drew attention to his huge biceps, his spectacular chest with plated pecs, and gym shorts that accented his tiny waist with a cute little ass. He had no friggin’ idea how muscular-manly desirable he was, and he simply was not aware of how many males looked at him with envy. And desire. Built like a tank! Chris had gone into the Navy, in a deal that helped him to pay off a ton of student loans incurred in med school. He had been on a nuclear submarine for months at a time, spending a lot of time just lifting weights and building up the body to be beautiful. And he had a spectacular body. Chris was Male Magazine material; blissfully unaware of the cruising and checking-him-out that occurred when he was in the gym. It did a lot for my ego when the guys would recognize me as his bud, with that look of “lucky you!” We finished and hit the showers, arranged as a four-by-four, with four stalls on one wall and four on the opposite. Chris and I headed into stalls opposite each other. Chris was just working away on getting squeaky clean, while I was groovin’ on his body, with all kinds of arousal effects. I kept a modicum of discretion, soaping my throbbing rod and working it, and Chris was watching. He frowned his disapproval, turned his back, trying to give the impression that he was ignoring me. That only turned me on more! I knew he was also turned on and that he was not flaccid, but he was trying to be straight acting and appearing. I was having fun, giving him a little show. At the same time, I was keeping my eyes on a young stud that had stepped into the shower stall just down from Chris. Young Stud was paying a lot of attention to me and my equipment, enjoying my show, and he was showing me his. He was also very hard, stroking, moving about in a very sensual and sexy way, just for my benefit. Chris had no idea that I was being the exhibitionist for anyone else other than him. This was hot! When Young Stud could no longer hold back and shot a stream that splattered about four feet outside of his stall, I almost cheered. When Chris and I left the shower area, I paused long enough to give Young Stud a quick grope. Chris never knew. With just a couple days left before we were to drive to the mountains, I did a little light shopping. I picked up some items from the local adult toy store. The only thing that I asked Chris to do was to ensure that we had more amyl, and he called in the prescription again for me. The pharmacist had it ready. “For your heart?” he asked. He knew better! “Naw, for my hard!” I quipped and he chortled a bit. We loaded it all into the SUV, and the wives and kids gathered to wave us off. Chris was driving. As soon as we hit the highway out of town, I leaned down to put my mouth on his crotch. Chris veered off the road, and that rattled me. He wheezed that he was aghast at my brazen boldness in broad daylight, and mumbled that he had never had sex while driving. I asked if he objected and he said, “Hell no, give me head!” He unzipped, now quite hard, and I headed downward again. Again, he drove right off the side of the road, and I came up a bit frightened. I quickly declared that there would be no more until we were inside the cabin. But we did talk about the sex we were going to have virtually the whole time. My jockeys were damp with pre-cum by the time we arrived. We checked in at the registration cabin. All of our luggage and goods were loaded onto a buckboard and we were driven about a mile into the forest to the cabin. The old chap dropped us off, leaving us with a pager to ensure that we had quick contact with the camp staff should we need it. Then he was gone and we were alone. It was idyllic, more than I could have hoped for, and all courtesy of our wives! The cabin was warm and cozy, with all the conveniences. We set about to get ourselves organized for our five days here. There was snow outside, a serene quiet. We each took showers and when Chris opened the door to come in with me, I shooed him away, telling him that we were not going to rush a thing. He was a bit put out, like an over-eager puppy that had been scolded. I lit the fire in the fireplace. Chris poured some good scotch. We sat on the floor in front of the fire, and, damn, it sure as hell was romantic! I was feeling so very good, and when Chris started pawing at my crotch, I eased my butt up so that he could slip my sweat pants down and off. He then dove into my crotch like a man on fire, and I could feel his teeth as he sank down, hungrily. I reacted quickly, and pulled him off, and with a quizzical look he asked if there was anything wrong? Now was the time to take control, I decided as I answered him: “Chris, not long ago you asked if there was more to learn. I told you that we had not scratched the surface. On the drive, you asked if I would teach you what you needed to know to better please me. OK. We are starting that right now. For the next five days, you will do what I say!” I was not aware of the effect that this was going to have on Chris, had not intended it to sound so dominating as it must have sounded to him. “Damn,” he moaned, grabbing his bulging crotch, “you give me a hard-on talking to me like that!” Instantly, I knew what was happening, and learned something new about Chris that I knew he did not even know about himself. Yet I knew how to handle this! “Male Sex 101, starting now?” and he nodded his assent. I confirmed that he would do all that I asked and he nodded again. I started giving him instruction and he responded with eager delight. He undressed me just as I asked him to, and undressed himself as I asked. I was leaning back against the sofa, and directed him to start a licking sequence, starting with my toes, drifting upward only when I permitted him to do so. When he was nearing my crotch, I continued the soft instructions, telling him just how to lick my balls. I let him tongue the shaft of my cock, and let him wet down my pubic hair. I taught him how to do it gently and sensually. Hell, this was a real fuckin’ turn on for me, and I could also see Chris’s dick was producing long strings of pre-cum dripping from the tip. I would not let him touch himself. So long as I was telling him what to do, he would do it. And he was a quick learner. When he looked up at me, and asked if he were doing it right, I could only moan my approval. I had him take my cock in his mouth, giving him the instructions on how to please me. I wanted him to quickly learn how to deep throat, but realized that might take more than this one practice session, but he got the idea of what I wanted; I knew that my length was enough to gag many a good man, so I was tolerant of his efforts. The main objective of this lesson was for him to learn the patience of giving pure pleasure. He learned that the tip of his tongue could actually get inside the slit of my dick. I had him bring me to the brink of orgasm many times, but would not let him bring me off, teaching him how to back away and when to substitute a mouth full of nuts for a mouthful of cum. He listened to every minute instruction on how to tongue the flange head of my dick, making it throb, and how to drive me wild by lightly licking the underside of my cock. No doubt about it, this was a pleasurable tutorial for us both! He was a quick study! He learned one of my personal hot buttons was to firmly grope my sac of nuts and pull on them, tug on them, in rhythm with his sucking. We did some poppers, but to lessen the chance of headache, I dampened a tissue and let him sniff that. That was enough, and he felt the rush every time, and damn, did he ever crave cock when he did! I let him have cock, but slowly and softly: I would teach him some rougher sex another time, but I knew that the softer side of sex was something that he needed to learn first. For a of couple of hours, we just concentrated on this first lesson which ended when he did everything just right, sucking my cock and twirling his tongue on my cockhead just right, with his left hand tugging my nuts and his right hand rubbing my ass. Yeah, Chris, you have been a good boy, now take it! Wow! Now jack yourself off on my chest, Chris, that’s it! Good Boy! Now lick it off, yeah, that is good. Take it on your tongue and kiss me with it. Oh yeah, Chris, oh yeah! Eventually, we got up for a breather to freshen the body with showers. Chris stared at me for a long time, and with moistness near to tears in his eyes, thanked me for sharing with him. I asked only a few questions to help to confirm what I thought I knew: Yes, he liked for me to give him instructions; Yes, he would do anything that I asked. I could tell that the softer instructions got his rapt attention and his complete compliance. He did not respond as well with my tougher and louder directives, however, and actually seemed to retract and pull away. I guessed that his time in the military had some bearing on all of this, but I did not voice any of my assumptions. After a bit, we gravitated back to the fireplace, and Lesson Two! I asked Chris to not get hard, and he looked at me as though I had completely lost it, until I started putting a cock ring on him, slipping it over his balls, and then pulling his dick on through the ring. When he asked what it was, I told him it was a cock ring. I told him why we were wearing it, to sustain and retain an erection after orgasm, and he testily replied ”Oh yeah, I know all that, just had never seen one up close!” He seemed to like having it on, and he grew to full hardness while playing with it. This time, I totally reversed the roles with Chris, and had him lie back while I did oral service on him, pausing occasionally to ask, “You like that?” and he was almost blithering in his responses. When I got to his butt and started the rim, I was not sure that I was not going to be able to hold him down, but finally cooled him to the point where he was simply rasping for breath, and afraid to move since he was afraid I might stop. I lubed my fingers and inserted the first one; he was only slightly resistant before allowing it in. The second finger went in more easily than the first. The third was more of a struggle, but the muscle relaxed and he seemed to be pulling the fingers inside of him. Then, quickly, I pulled out, hearing him gasp a little sigh, then positioned my cock at the entrance to his now lubed ass, and pushed. He screamed softly, “Oh no, please stop!” but I was not able to stop. Nor did he really want me to. I pushed my way in, sliding slowly and purposefully until it was in to the hilt while he whimpered and sobbed, “Oh no, oh, don’t, please don’t make me do this.” I held my steel hard prick still for several moments for Chris to get used to its presence. He was nearly crying, with mixed pain and/or pleasure. He had pulled me so deeply inside that it was as though I were filling a vacuum somewhere deep within, an incredible magnetic hold for us both. When he stopped his little whimpers and started begging for more, I started a slow fucking, softly talking to him and teaching him how to rock and roll with me. His muscle movements, his contractions in perfect synchronization with my strokes, it was all just incredible, and I recognized that he was a natural fuck bottom within a surprisingly very few strokes. He pulled the cum from within me, in a violent orgasmic ejaculation, and he erupted right along with me, both of us loudly grunting and groaning and holding each other tighter and tighter as the tempo of it increased. Fully drained, I pulled out and rolled over. Chris looked over at me and in a soft voice said, “Here you have been telling me that I have to hold off and be patient to increase the pleasure, then you blow so fast. Why didn’t you hold off and give me more pleasure?” I could barely smile at his tease! So, there had been the Morning and the Evening, and that was Day One. And it was Good! Feedback to MisterEd53@hotmail.com
