We were on our way to our favorite camping spot. It took so much effort to pull ourselves away from the persistent tentacles of the urban monster that both provided for us and drained us of our vitality and the simple joy of being alive. The enclosed pickup was packed form front to back with all of our supplies. We pointed our vehicle north from the Twin Cites. The congestion of the expressway and in our heads disappeared as the sky and terrain stretched out blue and green and peaceful. Our destination was he Superior National Forest, the Arrowhead above Lake Superior. Greenwood Lake lay off the Gunflint Trail. The time passed with music from the CD player that I kept feeding and feeding and the scenery flew by with the wind: Pat Metheny, the Howlin' Wolf, Rueben Blades and Billie Holiday. Almost there, we stopped to fill our water jugs at the Temperance River, sweet and clear the water flowed.
Dan, a sturdy 5-foot-10 Ojibway-Norwegian man of 36 seasons, with shoulder length raven hair, opened the back of the truck, lifting one door and lowering the other as he unlocked it all. We both reached at the same time bumping heads and shoulders. Laughing we rubbed our heads and then fell silent as our eyes met in a warm, steady gaze, grinning. We knew what the other was thinking/feeling: "I can't wait to get you in the sack, sweet mother fucker!" We grinned and laughed some more as we crossed the road to the all-season, ever flowing water pump. Fifteen minutes and we were ready to go again after a quick piss.
In another hour, we were at Greenwood Lake. Well off the road and deep in the woods, we came to a parking lot with maybe 4 other vehicles. Fisherman, we thought as we spied their boat trailers in tow behind each pickup. Dan and I walked out on the pier, surveying the lake, the sky and woods that embraced the water's edge all around. We unloaded the canoe and supplies and then carefully packed the canoe at the water's edge for balance and compactness. That done, we ate the buffalo beef summer sausage sandwiches I had packed and chased it with Creamy Dark Ales from the cooler, the ones with the rich emerald green labels, a north-woods motif in the moon light. Yeah! What a little moonlight can do! Beef, beer, buddies and moonlight that is...
Smooth skin, maple sugar brown, muscles bulging and taut, I gazed at Dan and tranced-out, lump in my throat, saliva flowing now. I climbed into the bow of the canoe while Dan steadied it at the stern. One foot in the boat, he pushes off with the other and we glide upon the water and a loon calls from across the expanse of the lake. Calm, smoothe, steady we stroke out into the middle of Lake Greenwood. The city is thankfully, even further behind us. In 20 minutes we approach the island, pines cathedral high. We are...high.
As we unpacked, we uncapped 2 more creamy darks, sipped and then pressed our bodies together, breathing deep man musk, pinesap, rich damp soil and ale. All is well. Tongues slip out, reaching, touching. Tongues wrestle tongues, slick sliding. Lips got sucked, breath got breathed. Fire.
"Break!!! Let's get this shit put up and away and settle in for the 3 days man!"
We unpack and pitch the tent and screen house. We hoist the food up into a tree to protect it from critters. We place a grate over the fire pit stones. We are home! I pull out the last of sandwiches and give one to Dan. He throws his hair back and takes a deep bite. He chews, he grins, he hums.
"Good huh?"
Perched on a 3-foot stone seat, I move behind Dan, placing my hands on his shoulders, I dig into his muscles and massage. He purrs and I lean over and kiss his head and laugh. He grabs back of my soft-wooly head and pulls my mouth to his... a soul kiss. I love this man.
Dan rises, takes my hand and pulls me toward the tent. The zipper rips open before us... now behind us it purrs down, down and the buttons of our shirts pop open one by one by one, till the air touches our warm skins and now hands caress breasts and abdomens. I pinch Dan's nips, lean forward and suck his lips. Everywhere is home with you man. Earth.
His hands glide up and down my back and then slide between my crack, incased in my underwear and he squeezes my full ass. I press my Levi clad groin against his, hard mound against hard mound. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hummin' along, familiar as a song, passion pushes us on more, to explore.
Buckles click. Zippers purr. "Tighty whities", bulging. Pubes peek out from elastic bands, stretched. Chest press together again. I feel his rod against mine hard. We lie down on our backs and raise our hips as we slide our trousers, shoes and socks off kicking them toward the door. In the distance the waves sigh and lap the shore and the loon laughs out loud. We turn toward one another our wet lips slippery now with saliva. I move toward Dan's ear licking and whispering. I bury my nose in his neck sucking, tasting. Then down to his nipples. Nibbling, sucking one, then the other, nursing sucking, earnestly -- sighing, sucking, humming. This is good, a righteous journeying down to his belly button. My tongue scoops into it and taste the sweat and musk of his body's flesh and bone geography. The forest of pubes tickle my chin. His phallus pokes my neck.
I grab his cock in my fist and stroke. I look up at his face reading the ecstasy there. I moan with him. Up-stroking on his cock, the skin covers the tip. My lips nibble the wrinkled cuff of skin at his cock head. My tongue tickles it, licks it and fucks the cup of his foreskin. I take the corona into my mouth swirling my tongue around it. I press it within the ring of my lips and earnestly stroke beneath his cock head with the flat of my tongue. Yum!
Dan grasps the back of my head and pulls me down on his shaft. It jabs the back of my throat and I almost gag. I slide up on his prick. My mouth is dripping and his rod is soaked. I wipe my chin with the back of my hand and dive back down again on him. He is fucking my skull for real now. I hear him breathing with my breathing. I grab his balls yet let him fuck on. We are working together like musicians playing a duet. It's "all good". It all goes together so smoothly.
There is only him now in my senses: pubes, flesh, musk, pre-cum, sweat, and his ass cheeks in my hands. We twist and turn like snakes. I hold on to this cock and the next thing I know, I am on my back, he has my dick in his mouth and he is pulling me deeper into him, sucking away, my ass is his! We look like some ancient symbol of unity/eternity in this configuration now.
His cock in my mouth stretches as far as it can go now. I hear Dan whimper and moan and pant heavily like some desperate demon. It wont be long now. I scream around his cock. I hold his dick in my fist so it won't escape my mouth and throat. I pulses, stretches and shoots! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh! I get it all! Fucking cum shots sweet and salty. I gulp and lick and drink every drop.
I lay back and he works on me wanting the nectar from my nuts too. "Oh my god!" Working my length he drains every drop shot of cum that I blast through my shaft into his head fucking, fucking, fucking, pulsing, drained and panting now, wasted, happy, dazed and floating.
I wonder who will get hungry first and start the evening meal. For now I am content to hold him, legs entwined, chest pressed together, heart to heart. Far from the city, on an island in the north woods, the scent of semen and pines is in my head. I dream in the defused afternoon light as the waves lick the shore.
The moon is full tonight. It may be good night for a hike and getting high on the wonder of the aurora borealis.