The breeze blew cool through my pubes and over my dick and the pine needles poked my knees. Roberto’s tip pressed warmly and firmly against my rim and his left palm rested on my upper back while his right hand guided him in. Penetration. God, I love this part. First pain then… 

I screamed in pleasure.

We were two miles from the cabin and no one was going to hear me except maybe a bird or a squirrel. He slid his hands up my sides and into my pits and the pleasure radiated out to my nipples while the pleasure from my ass shot into my hard on. Roberto gripped my shoulders and whispered into my ear, “I’m going to fuck you into another plane of existence.”

Earlier that day we had arrived at the cabin our college owned in the mountains near the campus. We were with a group of other freshmen and had hiked over a mile in still air under a bright sun and up a decent hill to the cabin overlook; we had all taken off our jackets and some our shirts and were all sweating and swilling water. The bigger guys had carried the keg; the others, male and female, had the ice and cups and food. We all had light packs for the overnight stay we planned. 

“Well, that sort of sucked,” Susie said as she bent over to set her stuff down. Her loose fitting t-shirt hung low and I could almost see her braless tits, which were the size of plump lemons and plump and firm. But behind her, Roberto was shirtless and placing his pack on an upper bunk and I really wasn’t paying any attention to Susie’s beautiful cleavage. I was focused on Roberto’s smooth, long body and tight, brown nipples and his lightweight, green shorts, which were fitted well below his naval and above his mid thigh. Sweat colored his shorts at his thighs and above his crotch and ass. His back glistened. Was he going commando? That was what I wanted to know.

“Earth to Jeff, “ Susie said a bit loudly, “Hello?”

She snapped into focus.

“Sorry.”

“Where were you?”

“Just thinking about an essay I need to write.”

“For god’s sake, we’re supposed to be on break! Is that keg tapped yet? I could use a beer.”

We’d had sex for the first time about a week before and I hated myself for it. She was nice, she was funny, she was beautiful, and she wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t hiding that I was gay but she never asked and just saw what she wanted to see and when alcohol entered the picture, along with a little pot, I entered her. And it was great. I love women, I just like men more. A lot more. And Roberto, with his skin coloring and mildly toned build and long, slender limbs and smooth chest was what I liked most. I just knew he looked good naked.

“Hey!” Joseph called out, “Who’s up for gathering some firewood? I’ll have this keg tapped by the time you’re back. Who’s gonna hunt and gather for our tribe.”

And in one of those moments that make me believe there is a god, both Roberto and I raised our hands and said, in so many words, “Happy to do it.” Roberto had his shirt back on and I
I looked at him.

“Ready?” I said.

“Always.”

We knew each other but not really and chatted while we undertook our quest. We were about two miles from the cabin when Roberto suddenly stopped. 

“What the hell are we doing? Why did we walk so far? We could already be back at the cabin getting drunk!”

“I dunno, “ I laughed. “Nice out here, though. Alright, well, let’s gather up some good kindling and a few small logs and head back. If we need more wood, we can pretty much just step outside the cabin and grab some.”

“Cool.” He took off his shirt. “I’m hot, aren’t you?”

Finally. 

I barely heard him. His naked chest narrowed to his waist and down below his naval and his sweatstained shorts riding oh so low. Was that a hint of pubic hair?

“That hike to the cabin and now this? I’m just going to sit down on this big old stump for a second and have some water.” 

As he did, his shorts rode up and revealed almost all of his thighs and my commando or no commando question was answered. Definitely circumcised, definitely big.

I stripped off my shirt and said, “Make room.” I sat right next to him and our upper arms touched and I could feel the heat coming off of his body and I was swollen. He smelled sweaty. He was sweaty. Beads shone on his chest.

“Want a drink?” He handed me the water and took a sip. It slid cool down my throat.

I glanced down and my situation was anything but subtle. I was wearing my vintage 70s cotton shorts, which were a relaxed fit and maybe 1” longer than the boxers I was wearing. I moved my leg against his just to see what he would do -- I knew he was gay, I just wanted to know what was on his mind -- and he pressed back. His warmth flowed into my groin and my dick and I started to become uncomfortable. 

I handed the water back to him and our eyes locked and the next thing I knew I was on my knees on the rough ground sucking Roberto’s girthy dick. I love to deepthroat and don’t have much of a gag reflex but he was too fat. Or was he? His tip pressed the back of my throat and I clutched his ass hard and pulled him toward me. Pop. He was in. I held on for as long as I could and Roberto was moaning and saying fuck and when I released he said, “Dude, you’re amazing, almost no one I’ve been with can take me like that. Damn, I… fuuuuuuuuck…” He was in again and then again and then…

“I have to fuck you. Are you into it?” 

I was on my hands and knees before he finished his question.

“Wait, no condoms or lube,” Roberto said as he ran his tip between my cheeks.

Oh my god, was this not going to happen? Was it best to be safe and  just head back and meet another time? I was already dripping, I desperately wanted him and I did something that turned out to be fine but that I almost never do.

“I’m healthy,” I said, “ What about you? “I trust you.”

“I’m good,” said Roberto, “ I trust you, too. Ready?”

He pulled away for a second and his spit hit  my hole dead center, then again. He walked around in front of me. “Make me wet.” I pushed his dick into my throat and prodded him to face fuck me and my saliva coated his cock and dripped onto my chest.

“Work that dick. God, that feels good.” 

He walked around behind me and pushed me forward, spit again and pressed into me and I let out a full throated scream as he penetrated me. Deeper he went, until his pubes tickled my cheeks, and then he slowly pulled back and pushed in and then pulled back farther and pushed in and he went faster and pleasure overcame pain. Then came the violence. There is no other word. Roberto had a slight build but he was stronger than he looked and he began to pound and punish my ass with fast, hard, to-the-hilt thrusts.

I lost track of time. My mind, my body, everything dissolved and there was only sensation. The gentle breeze was no match for Roberto’s physical assault and I was coated in sweat.

“God, I’m going to cum!”

He pulled out and as my ass collapsed and spasmed, hot wetness splattered by back once, then three more times. Roberto fell against me and our slick bodies met, in between a mix of sweat and cum. Roberto pushed himself up and fed me fingers of his cum mixed with our sweat and when the cum was gone I got to my feet, turned around and took in his sweaty tits and licked his chest clean, lingering long on each nipple and then pushed him slowly down so he could wrap his lips around my dick.

“Oh, damn! Sorry!” said Kyle, who was wearing too small shorts and little else. Conner was right behind him.

(To be continued)