“Are you okay?” I asked quietly when we disconnected.
He pulled me closer to his naked body, if that was possible since I was laying on top of him, and buried his face in my neck, holding onto me tighter. My heart broke at his nonanswer. He wasn’t okay. However, oddly enough, he was erect. “Will you make love to me?” he asked, like the gentlest of angels might ask. “I want to feel something, anything, for just a little while.”
I didn’t answer him, instead I turned his face to mine and placed my lips on his. I took my time exploring his lips with my tongue before moving beyond them and into his waiting mouth. We united as one and shared a lifeline between us that I had never felt in my entire life. He was my match and I didn’t know how to share the discovery with him. Could I?
I became hard again and reached for the lube sitting next to my bed from the many frustrating jack-off sessions I endured day after day, week after week, until I was sexually numb to any real satisfaction.
“I want all of you inside me,” he whispered, throwing his hands above his head and giving himself over to my guidance. Blake seemed to know what made me tick as if he’d read the handbook about my personal desires and pleasures.
I sat back and between his legs. “Spread your legs,” I said. He did as I asked and our eyes remained locked. “You want my cock in your ass?” He nodded shyly and I pushed my lubed finger against his hole. “How much do you want it?”
“I don’t want it,” he whispered, his eyelids heavy with want. “I need your cock inside me.” I pushed a finger inside of him and he sighed from the realization that I was indeed going to make love to him. “Deeper please.”
Blake pulled his knees to his chest while I was between them and circling a second finger around his entrance. “You ready?” I asked, pushing another digit inside of him and gently stretching him before he got something considerably larger. “You look amazing,” I added, coming to my knees and moving forward, placing his ankles on my shoulders.
He winced as I pressed the tip against his resistance. “Its been a long time,” he said. “Give me just a second.” I noticed when he relaxed and pushed harder, breaking through and into his warmth. “Ohhh,” he moaned as I moved deeper and deeper into him.
Once completely inside of him I moved the backs of his knees to the inside of my elbows and pressed forward until I was above him, our mouths joining once again. His knees were nearly to his chin as he absorbed all of me and I held myself there, careful to let him catch up with me.
“Still doing okay?” I whispered into his ear after we parted mouths.
He moved his mouth to my ear and we both breathed slowly into the other’s. “I’m doing amazing,” he admitted, slowly beginning to move his hips as I let him work my cock comfortably. I hadn’t been in a man in years but I knew I wouldn’t prematurely ejaculate. That was the reason for the blow job. I could perform now and make sure he was satisfied.
Blake moaned softly in pleasure as we moved as one. He lifted himself off of the bed and met my forward movements as our bodies melted into one being. We were in a magical dance and what had started as a silly stripping game had somehow morphed into two men giving themselves to the other in a shared rescue.
“You’re incredible,” I said against his ear. “You feel so…so…” I couldn’t find the words. He felt like every man I’d ever wanted and yet I sure as hell couldn’t express that thought at this point. “You feel nice,” I said, falling way short of what I’d wanted to say.
I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and pulled him to my chest as we moved in unison, him welcoming me and me sharing the only part of me that he’d asked for. My emotions were in high gear, but wasn’t this a casual encounter fueled by wine and our thrown-together storm connection?
His cock rubbed against my stomach as we moved more intently, our breathing elevating as our physical actions became forceful. I began to pump into him and he met every thrust with one of his own. “Ohhhhhh,” he groaned, moving his head side to side and lifting his ass off of the bed so his cock could continue grinding against my abs.
My hands remained behind his head and I pulled him closer and held him tighter as we sped toward the finish line. “You close, baby?” I asked, sweat beading on my forehead. “I’m almost there.” And I was. Blake had me so worked up with the connection we shared that I was literally losing my mind. The emotions of what I was feeling, coupled with his ability to work with me in such an amazing sexual experience, had me reeling in confusing thoughts of want. I wanted him to never leave. I wanted to go wherever he was going. I wanted him. All feelings that were impossible. We’d met little more than twenty-four hours earlier.
“Right there,” he said, inhaling sharply as his prostate woke up. “Yes. Holy…Oh, fuck. Yeeesssss!” he bellowed, as his load shot between our sweaty skin.
The moment he reached climax I immediately followed after trying very hard to hold off. “Mmmm,” I groaned, relaxing into him as my pleasure filled him. “So good. So good,” I repeated.
We remained joined as we caught our breath and held one another. We didn’t voice any words as we both allowed the act to express itself. I couldn’t speak for him but I’d never experienced such an intense sexual connection with a total stranger in my life. The saddest reality was that I had never experienced such an amazing sexual connection with anyone, regardless of how many times we may have had sex.
I rolled over and pulled him on top of me, his head leaning on my chest. The rain was steady as the sky darkened. There would be no snow left by morning. I glanced down just in time to witness Blake drifting into sleep. I hoped he didn’t go too far because I wanted to go where he was, even if it was a dream.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Blake
Plastic from a package of beef jerky was the only remnant that I had ever set up camp near the fire tower. Dirk and I stood quietly as we both looked around my former campsite.
“Not a damn thing,” Dirk said. “It’s as if you were never here.”
In another hour I imagined we’d both be saying the same thing about my visit. “I at least thought my amazing sleeping bag would have survived,” I joked. “My car keys were in the backpack,” I added.
“Oh shit,” Dirk said.
“I’ve lost a key before and that’s why I have a spare inside a magnetic box stuck in the wheel well of the Subaru,” I said, not exactly enthusiastic about having a means to leave.
“Well, that’s good,” he mumbled.
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
I turned and headed back to the trail that started at the tower. It was a typical gray day in the Cascades and I was happy the rain had stopped. After fifty to sixty-degree overnight temps and a steady downpour of warm rain for the last eighteen hours or so, most of the late-season snow was gone.
