I awoke. It was past midnight. Had I really had incredible sex with my guide or was it just a dream? I turned and felt the other side of the bed: nobody there. My imagination sometimes is better than my realities. I had seen the hunks in the shower and later it had become an incredible orgasm for me. The clock said 3:05, I wondered when the sun would rise. The phone rang; I picked it up. It was my guide. “Time to rise and shine,” he chimed. “The early bird catches the biggest fish. Meet me at the boat in twenty minutes.” I hung up the phone, dressed quickly and headed for the boat. Wrangell was already on board; maybe he spent the night there. Everything was ready and in its place. He cast off as I entered the cabin. We were soon mid-river and he dropped anchor. I cast my favorite red lure and soon had a nice ten-pounder fighting back at me. The sun had risen at 4:00 and the mosquitoes moved off as a slight breeze came in from the West. I caught two more fish by 8:00. Rand, as he preferred to be called, came out on deck. He had shed his jacket and his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his hairy front. He busied himself with boat operations. I decided to be bold; nothing new for me. “Hey, Rand, let’s take a break. The fish are slowing down and I would like the diversion.” “Me, too,” he said as he pulled his shirt off completely, revealing his broad muscular chest, the mat of brown hair glistening in the sunshine. His nipples looked like large raisins underneath the covering. “I made breakfast while you were fishing,” he said as he brought two trays up from the galley: Eggs and potatoes served with cups of steaming coffee. We sat and ate, our legs rubbing against one another. “Yesterday was great. Ever done it out here on the water?” I slid my hand up his massive thigh. His cock bulged to stop my hand. I gripped his monster through the denim and felt it pulse against my fingers. He unbuttoned his jeans and rose to let them fall down. His eager hard-on broke free and slapped against his stomach, drooling precum from the slot. Seated as I was, I pulled him to his feet and took the monster in. My tongue caressed his velvet mushroom and tasted his anticipation. The diameter of his cock was so large my mouth was filled as I moved up and down the length. He moaned and thrust the monster down my throat, his balls pulsing as he filled me with his cream. His cock softened and I let it slip from my face. He knelt to pleasure me. I reveled in the touch of his mouth and hands. I grabbed his head with both hands and stopped his fervent action. “You fucked me; it’s my turn to fuck you.” I pointed to the railing and he grinned as he grabbed the bar and spread his legs. I stood and pointed my earnest erection at his dark fundament. My cock head pressed against and entered his hot ass. I shoved all ten inches up inside. He shuddered and bucked back, making my ball sac slap hard against his own. I smiled at his willingness and started pumping in and out as his heated hole seemed to nurture my hot cock. After twenty minutes or more (who keeps track of this much pleasure?!), I reached around and grasped his again erect penis. It was like two soda cans made of flesh. I stroked him up and down as I stroked in and out as well. He begged me to fuck him harder. I increased both strokes and his sphincter tightened as my rigid cock slammed against his butt cheeks. At this rhythm, I would finish fast. My fist tightened its grip on his hard-on and I increased the speed. My cock filled and then erupted; I groaned as I filled him with cum. His cock exploded in my stroking hand and his ejaculate sprayed across the bow of the boat and into the swirling waters of the Tanana River. His colon pulsed over and over, causing my orgasm to continue. I came again and again. What a great fishing trip! I finished at last and my spent cock slipped from his willing hole. We continued downstream and as the sun slipped over the horizon, we set anchor near Tok Junction. Again the cabins were connected by a hallway and shared a common bathroom. I could hear the showers running, but no other sounds. I stripped and hung my towel on a peg. I rounded the corner and discovered there was someone in there after all. Tall, thin, dark hair, his face was under the spray. He was lathering up all over. His butt was skinny and his legs were as well. His arms were thin but appeared strong. His hands were large and he covered himself with suds and then discovered he wasn’t alone. One hand quickly moved to cover his genitals as he rinsed the bubbles from his face. He turned and smiled. His face was pleasant; his mouth just more than a thin line. But his eyes were dark and full of sparkles. His eyelashes were incredible. And then he opened those thin lips and with a very proper British accent introduced himself as Jon. I looked into his eyes and felt my cock stir. When he spoke with that beautiful British lilt to his voice, my cock moved. I was glad he wasn’t hairy, too, or I would have raped the guy right there! I introduced myself and noticed that he kept glancing at my impressive manhood. Being well endowed, I have seven plus inches soft. And it reaches nine plus before it starts to rise upwards. I extended my hand in greeting, pretending that my penis was not offering its own hello. We shook hands and his lovely cock stiffened, as did mine as they greeted each other, the foreskins sliding back as they pointed upwards. “Oh, good,” I said quickly, “the boys seem to like each other.” “I don’t know about them,” he mumbled, “but I like what I see. You are awfully nice. Do you... or could I... well what I’m trying to say is could we...” “I’ll meet you in the dining hall at seven. We will go from there.” I reached out and caressed his lovely erection. It pulled tight against his flat stomach and the crown broke free of his foreskin. He had a hard fat seven inches of quivering cock. I rinsed the soap from my body and left the showers. He met me in the dining room as planned. His baggy jeans tented with his eagerness. We ordered drinks and the chef cooked the fish I caught. I asked if he was here visiting, or on a fishing trip. He replied that he lived here. His mom had taken the job of schoolteacher when he was fourteen and he had been here for ten years now. He asked about my background and I filled in the necessary bits. I didn’t tell him I was five years older than he was. We finished our meal and got another drink to go. He suggested that we go to his place. I offered to drive; he laughed and said we could walk. His cabin was a few hundred yards down the road. It was set back in the trees and was nearly invisible except for the light from the window. He had built it himself and lived there alone. I decided to wait for him to make the first move. He suggested I take off my coat and relax a bit. He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his long, slender hands inside. He fondled my nipples and they hardened at the attention. His hands then circled me and pulled me closer to him. His eyelashes fluttered on my face as his lips kissed mine. I eagerly returned the kiss. His tongue became a hot poker and stabbed into my willing mouth. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his nipples stiffen at my stroking. I slid my hands down and unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his jeans. His cock was free and there was a considerable amount of precum drooling from it. “I saw you out there on the river today,” he whispered. “I want you to suck me dry and then fuck me just like you did Rand.” “You should have come over then, we would have included you in the fun,” I offered. “Or, we could call him and have him come over now.” “Nobody here knows my secret,” he stammered. “I have never had sex with anyone up here. I go to Seattle often and have several good lovers there.” He took a breath and then continued. “Until today, I didn’t know there was anyone here that played the game. Spend the night with me and I will go out with you both tomorrow.” I kissed him again and then left a trail of kisses down his thin, hard chest and stomach. I sucked his rigid rod in and down my throat. He gasped at the sudden pleasure. He thrust in and out as I fingered his tight asshole. I found the prostate and he quickly came. Great shuddering gasps of man milk filled my mouth and his cock drummed against the roof of my mouth. The flow slowed and stopped, his cock still hard. He pulled it free and said, “Now fuck me.” I laid him down on his bed, face up, his cock stiff against his stomach. He grinned and lifted his legs. I lifted his ball sac and sought his eager opening with my own rampant penis. I eased the monster in slowly. He smiled and grimaced as I penetrated deeper and deeper. I built up the speed of the strokes to a delicious cadence. He bucked and pushed against me as I plowed in and out of him, his cock still hard and starting to drool again. I fisted it with my hand and stroked it in rhythm with my cock thrusts. He started moaning and his cock stiffened more. His balls drew tight against his body and I knew he was there again. I jacked him faster and his semen spurted skyward and splattered on his chest and face. I continued to slam in and out of his heated hole. He smiled at me and gasped, “One more time.” He grabbed his own still-erect cock and pounded up and down so fast it was a blur. His sphincter was giving my cock a great workout and I knew I would reach Nirvana soon. And he came again, his ejaculate landing above his head on the bed. His rectum pulsed like a vibrator and I felt myself lose control. My nuts pulled tight against my body and I shot buckets of cum into his eager ass. The sensations ebbed and I pulled my softening cock free. His was still standing. “I’m ready for Rand now,” he said.
