Force of Nature

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Force of Nature

Awakenings

In my sophomore year of college I got a new roommate. Before I ever met him, I got a notice explaining that my new roommate was a special student. He was a transfer from Spain. I greeted the news with mixed emotions. I knew it would be interesting to room with someone with a different perspective then my own, but I also feared he might hardly speak English. I didn't want to bog down my semester with tutoring a foreign student.

I had other concerns to deal with also; would he be neat, loud, fat, skinny, or, most horrible of all, attractive. My last roommate was a bodybuilder, and, while we got along great, I occasionally found myself having to hide my arousal. When he would come in after a shower or change before going out, I often pulled my keyboard into my lap and held it down hard. I am an expert covert homosexual, but I didn't like lusting after someone, who happened to live in the same room.

I was relieved and disappointed when I learned my first roommate was moving. He had found a house to rent that he could stay at, with some friends. We remained friends, and he said he would offer to have me over sometime for dinner, or something. We both knew I wasn't much for going out, not even really from my dorm room. It was just a formal hospitable offer. We said our goodbyes, and I resigned myself to merely seeing him once in a while on campus or in a class, never half naked dripping water or dropping his shorts again.

When I was at college, I never really went out to do anything. I didn't like crowds, and I always got violently ill when I drank, so my social life was pretty dim. Despite my funny personality and farm boy good looks, I spent most my time alone. Much of that time I just opted to stay home and search for porn on the internet, which is still a big hobby of mine when I have access to a computer.

When I arrived at my college, sometime mid-September, I proceeded to unpack my car. As I hauled several bags of shit up the front path of my dorm, I peered into my room window and looked to see if anyone was there. I didn't see any person, but the shades were open and, on a bunk bed, a pair of shorts was visibly strewn across the bedpost.

My straining burdened hand extended out from a mound of clothing bags and grasped and twisted the door handle. With a swift kick, the door swung open, and I entered the room, partially blinded by my possessions.

Some Spanish greeting was belted out to me from across the room, "Kay Passa!" quickly followed by, "Whassup!"

I tried to juggle my belongings and free a hand to shake the invisible greeter's hand, but suddenly my load became lighter and a large white tooth grin was in front of me.

"Eh, I'm Nick." In well fashioned normal American English tone.

I raised an arm and opened the palm wide. "John."

Suddenly two arms rapped around me, and my open hand was behind Nick's back. I responded to Nick's hug with a couple pats on the back and a friendly, "hi."

He broke away, after a moment, and raised the bag he took off my hands to his shoulders.

"Where do you want this?" He asked.

"Just throw it on a bed for now, thanks."

A couple distancing steps away from me and a playful toss, my bag flopped down on my open mattress. Nick then rolled over into the other bed and laid flat out, arms and legs spread.

The peculiar open pose, he laid in, instantly started off the wrong cognitions. He was a spry slender man with bulging hairy hamstrings and forelegs and somewhat slender but well-defined arms. He didn't appear to be a lifter but he definitely was active. His shorts were mid-thigh length and black, but they were made of light material that rested revealingly on his crotch, which revealed several modest bulges indicating a decent package. His T-shirt rode up high on his flat stomach, exposing some spindly hairs leading to his naval. He had dark brown Spaniard hair and deep brown eyes, and his face had the slightest resemblance of Clint Eastwood.

I looked away from him towards the window, acting like I was looking for my car. "So your from Spain?"

"Yeah, born and raised there."

"I was kind of expecting someone sounding a little more. foreign." I said with an inquisitive tone.

"I was raised on a US military base. I went to an American high school and all that stuff."

I let out a hard breath and gestured relief. "I was afraid I was going to have to do a bunch of translating with a foreign student."

"Nope, no need! I have the whole English thing down pretty well."

Nick's hand gravitated towards his crotch, and he dug his finger in underneath his balls and gave them a couple scratches. I thought about how true the statement, that Europeans are more open, seemed right now. Here it seemed less then a minute I had known him, and he was scratching himself in front of me with complete comfort.

The scratching finger rose away from his nuts and pointed at a dresser. "I'm using that one, right there. Hope you don't have any preference."

"Not really. Actually the other one is the one I used last year. It's the same side and everything, so that's good for me."

Nick acknowledge with a smile and relaxed back down in his bed. I dropped my bags on the floor and brought in another load of my possessions. Nick and I talked a little about trivial things, and I got to like his general disposition. He was an easygoing kind of guy with a spark for soccer. When I brought in my computer, he admitted to me that he had done some Internet and gaming in the past as well.

As we rearranged the room to accommodate my belongings, natural boundaries and feelings were set. Nick was a moderately neat person. He wasn't stingy with his belongings and didn't hesitate to offer things for me to use. I was pretty much the same way, so I knew we would be good living together.

My motto, back then, used to be live and let live. I wont bother you as long as you don't bother me, and that worked with Nick.

The first night, back at college, I tried to sleep, but a peculiar occurrence tweaked my interests. After a few hours of rest, I woke up, sometime near four in the morning. I didn't know why at first I woke up, but I knew something, exterior to myself, was moving.

Earlier that day, after some deliberation, I pulled seniority over my roommate and procured the bottom bunk bed. We had put the bunk together to save space, but it also created some problems. The bunk bed was flimsy. A flimsy bunk bed transfers all body motion from one bed to the other and can seemingly even augment the motions. I was aware of this, but I figured it would be a minimal problem.

Now, four in the morning, I became suddenly aware of a slight sway in the bed. I wasn't sure what Nick was doing at first, but after a few rhythmical motions, I figured he was probably jacking it.

I shrugged back a chuckle and tried to lay still and quiet. A high-pitched whiny groan suddenly emanated from above me.

"Mmm..uuuuhh"

My shoulder jerked, my mouth contorted to a giant grin. Man!' I thought to myself, They are a whole crap load more open then we are.'

The metal springs under Nick's mattress started to descend and rise a little. He was beginning to work up a real rut. Another groan, deeper and more enjoyed then the last, echoed through the room.

"Nnn..uuuuugh!"

I hoped that no one was awake next door or walking down the hallway. If Nick's cries continued to grow like they were, he could annoy our entire hall group.

Quieter now, Nick began to talk, "Do it harder."

My grin disappeared. I wondered if I heard him right.

"Harder." He said, his word slurring slightly.

I guessed that I did. I tried to think of what sort of sexual act could include that, coming from a guy. Maybe some girl was spanking him.

"Stick that deeper in." The words ran together.

Maybe he was dictating what he was doing to someone else.

"I want it deeper in me." Nick's ass pressed down hard against the bedsprings. They gyrated several times, up and down the mattress, and then he pumped up and down again methodically.

I suddenly realized how distant his voice was. Nick was dreaming, albeit Nick was dreaming some crazy kinky dream, but he wasn't consciously making a spectacle of himself. I heard normal people had dreams about gay sex, and it didn't mean a thing.

My cock didn't seem to mind what it was for. It crept up my leg and laid mostly inflated near my hip.

Nick suddenly made several abrupt thrusts and an extended pleasure filled groan. The groan suddenly became silent, and I sensed tension in the body above me. Nick must have awakened and realized what he was doing.

Quickly I feigned deep slumber and waited, wondering what he was thinking. The body above me shifted a little, and I could hear the creaks of someone peering over the edge of the bed.

He seemed to not move for about a minute. I wondered what he was looking at or for. I was dead still, as if in slumber. My arms were relaxed, and my legs were positioned comfortably, he couldn't have noticed I was awake. I even had the random eye movements going.

I suddenly remembered my hardened dick lying against my thigh. It probably made a very obvious fold. I tried my best to lie still, but every muscle in my body wanted to cover it up.

Nick shifted his weight back into the center of his mattress and let out a sigh of relief. I barely heard his silent "Thank God."

I echoed his relief in my head, because he mustn't have seen it.

The semester progressed pretty quickly. The incident of the first night had gone by mostly unnoticed.

School was relentless but flew by quicker then I had realized. Before I knew one was coming, three tests were suddenly given, and before I began to miss home, people were talking about going home for Thanksgiving.

Nick had made some friends by that time, but none of his friends knew him well enough to invite him to a family dinner. I knew my family's Thanksgivings were normally whoever showed up anyhow, so I invited Nick to come along. He agreed thankfully and we began to make basic plans for the extended weekend.

One Friday our relationship suddenly changed. When someone lives at college with a roommate, they often learn their roommate's schedule. Each person, often, inquires the other, about it, under the guise of needing to know where he or she is, in case of a phone call. In actuality it is to try to schedule times, during which you know the other will not just suddenly open the door, so you can masturbate.

I usually had a three hour art class scheduled on Friday, my last class of the day. The class had covered enough material to have a decent test, which the teacher theorized would take the entire class period. His calculations were grossly exaggerated, in my case, and I was allowed to leave two hours earlier then normal.

I strolled along pretty happy with myself. My usual, above average, intelligence had scored me a nice long day to relax, be lazy. When I reached my door, I anticipated it to be locked, and so I slipped in my key and twisted open the door.

Evidently my ability to unlock and open the door was far faster then my roommate could anticipate, because I was standing gawk eyed in the doorway, while he was still stroking his glistening nine-inch dick off the top of our bunk.

His head suddenly turned towards my own, and his sheets erupted into the air and fluttered slowly down onto his naked body. Though covered, his large erection still tented his sheet.

After shock no longer controlled my every sense, I closed and averted my eyes then stepped out and closed the door. I heard further rustling and the thud of feet hitting the floor.

I spoke through the door. "I'll be in the lounge."

Immediately Nick replied, "No, it's fine. Come on in."

"Are you sure?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Yeah I have some pants on. It's fine."

I slowly opened the door and peered around the edge. Nick was sitting at my computer pressing the mouse button, with a shirt on. It was twisted and folded halfway around his waste, probably from swiftly dressing in it. Off to the side of my desk, I could see the pant leg of some shorts, so I was certain he was dressed.

Nick quickly jumped out of the computer chair, and leaped back up into his bed, with his back facing towards me. I understood why and wasn't offended, just when he made the run across the room, I could see his cock was still straining the fabric. It would be embarrassing to sit towards me.

I strolled across the room and put down my backpack in the usual location, under my desk. I sat down quietly at the desk staring at my computer wallpaper. Time froze and the silence became unnerving.

Finally I broke the quiet, "Got done with my test early." A slight amount of excitement was in my voice at the end.

"Oh good. You think you did well?"

The awkwardness of the whole situation just suddenly struck me as funny and I laughed out loud, and Nick joined in.

"Yeah," I chuckled, "probably got an A."

Nick chocked back his laughter and tried to say in a serious manner `good', but instead he just burst into laughter.

The image of Nick's face full of surprise and horror reentered my head. "God we probably both looked like deer stuck in headlights. Your eyes were the size of grapefruit."

"It looked like you crapped your pants when you entered the room. Your Jaw just dropped and your mouth was opened so wide."

"I think I should check my pants!"

We both laughed for probably another ten minutes. We laughed until it hurt to breath. Then we laughed until we had to try not to laugh unless our lungs collapsed, but then we lost control again.

When things finally settled Nick just shook his head, body still convulsing with giggles, and said, "God that was horrible."

I wiped a tear from my eye and said, "next time I'll knock."

Nick reclined back in his bed and took a couple deep breathes. "Good idea."

The hilarity of the moment had finally passed, and I started to look for something to do. Nick leaned back and closed his eyes, like he was ready to go to sleep.

I picked up my mouse and slid the cursor over the hidden start bar. The little bar slid up into the screen, and I clicked open the main menu. My eye gravitated down to an open application, and I recognized it as an Internet site.

"Is it alright if I close this website." I said while my mouse maximized.

There was a sudden ruffle of sheets and a low gasp. "Just close it!" Nick barked, but the window was already opening.

"I wi." I paused mid-word.

The screen had popped open and was reloading pictures up and down the screen. Several scantily clad muscular men stood in front of me. One man had his hand over his crotch while dousing his head under a faucet. Another man pulled at his rippled stomach and abs while tugging off his pants. The last picture had a man holding his arms behind his head while thrusting his bare hips out; an odd purple star covered the man's genitals. Across the bottom of the three pictures there was a domain name for a pay site called Gay- Muscle-Men.com.

I gazed at it for a couple seconds then quickly closed the window. A long silence covered the room again. I attempted conciliation by making an excuse. "Many sites have so many damn pop up windows. You can practically get anything."

There was another moment of silence. "Yeah." Nick said quietly.

Another few moments of silence fell over the room. "I wont tell anyone. It's your secret. It's just shitty luck that's all."

Nick nodded and the room seemed to lighten a little, but the silence still remained.

"Want to watch some TV?" I asked

Nick nodded again, and I grabbed the remote and jumped down into my bed. After flipping through a few channels, I stopped on a soap opera with two angry beautiful men were deliberating about some weird crappy written predicament.

Twenty minutes later we still sat in the same positions.

Stan found out that Betty's baby was actually a test tube clone of a handsome evil businessman, Monticlaire. Betty and Stan decided they were going to keep the baby and run away to someplace where Monticlaire can't hurt the baby or use the baby in an evil scheme. Betty was astounded by Stan's devotion to her, and they passionately embraced and began unclothing each other.

Though I knew the jist of the plot, I really wasn't heeding too much attention to the program. I was turned on by the image of Nick's naked body. I kept remembering him, as he was when I first entered the room. He was propped up onto his elbow, his smooth rippled stomach slightly slicked with passion sweat. His legs were spread open, with his hairy cute ass facing me. Laying down over his crack were two egg-sized testicles suspended from a rock hard nine-inch long cock, glistening with lube.

I had a modest six inches. Though not above average in length, it was above average in girth, definitely more then a handful. It was rock hard and straining my pants. I didn't know how much longer I could handle being so horny that my cock could burst my zipper.

"John what are you thinking about?" Nick suddenly asked.

"What?" I replied surprised.

"You've been silent watching this crap for twenty minutes. I know you can't be serious about this program. I'm sorry if I offended you or grossed you out. If I did I just want to know."

I quietly contemplated my response. "Were you looking at gay porn?"

Another moment of silence passed. "Yes." Nick said solemnly.

"So you are gay?"

"Yes." Nick said quietly.

"Well Nick," I paused, my heart pounded in my chest and my lungs became short of breath, "I was." quietly now, "turned on."

"What!" Nick practically shouted. He repeated again quietly, "What?"

"I too am." I chocked down the lump in my throat and came out, "gay. I was thinking about how you looked when I first walked into the room." I spoke softly, ashamed of what I just said.

There was some shuffling of sheets above me. Nick spoke as quietly as I had but enthusiastically, "Would you like me to stroke my cock for you?"

I was shocked. He must have been thinking about this. I took several long breaths then slightly louder I replied, "yes." Then let out a long sigh as I released all the pent up air in my lungs.

There was a slow rustling sound then Nick's shorts floated down to the floor, quickly followed by the thud of his boxers.

We both started to speak in normal mid-tones, except I seemed incapable of controlling how much I inhaled. I became so full of air that from time to time I had to pause and breath just to talk.

"You like my cock?" Nick asked then sighed.

My lungs spasmed, as I inhaled to reply with a, "Yeah."

The mattress above me slowly bobbed up and down. I could hear the pop and smack of air bubbles off his cock. A thought crossed my mind, and I reached out for Nick's underwear, but I hesitated, wondering if it might be too odd.

"What do you want to do with my boxers?"

"I wanted to smell the crotch. I want to breath in your scent heavy."

Nick groaned and the mattress bounced twice. "You'd like that?"

"Yeah" I groaned.

Nick groaned louder. "Go ahead."

I lifted Nick's boxers and felt the crotch. It was cold and moist, but felt heavy with scent where his balls had laid. I placed it against my nose and took a deep breath. The concentrated smell of Nick's crotch filled my nostrils for several seconds. My cock strained against my zipper, and I almost came immediately.

"Can I have your underwear, John?" Nick asked in a dirty tone.

I wrestled to pull down the zipper over the pressure of my cock. When it gave way, the zipper burst open, pulling down till it could no longer move.

I marveled at my engorged member. It looked larger then normal and burned like a branding iron. I slipped my shorts off and lifted my briefs over my cock and slipped it off my legs. Right bellow the center beltline there was a precum soaked spot about two inches across.

I tossed them one handed up to Nick. I heard a deep inhale and the bed began rocking back and forth. I joined in, matching each of his motions with one of my own.

The springs under Nick's bed started stretching far, bouncing up and down about half-a-foot. I heard something rubbing quickly, and I quickened my pace as well.

Nick grunted and the mattress lifted for three seconds. The mattress then came down and gave, came down and gave over and over. Nick grunted and grunted until his grunts smoothed into sighs.

I worked my pole hard trying to reach release also, but I still was far from shooting. A hand flopped over the bed holding my briefs. Nick soon leaned over the edge also and was smiling his goofy grin at me.

"Here." He held out my underwear to me. "I want you to jerk of with this."

"But those are mine." I grunted while vigorously jerking my cock.

"I shot my load into them. My seed is all over the inside crotch." Quietly again, taking a deep breath he asked, "could you stroke your cock with it?" He then let out an erratic sigh.

I grabbed my underwear and opened them up. A puddle of semen filled the crotch. I rapped the wet garment around my cock. Nick reached out and grabbed my arm, and I reached over and grabbed his arm. The heat and perspiration radiated from his palm. I stroked using his seed as lubricant.

My dick became engorged again. The sensation was powerful and the skin strained to retain the pressure. My balls churned up seed, and I swear time slowed.

Nick leaped down to the floor, the double thud of fleshy feet jolting me back to reality. Nick pulled my hand from my cock and slid the underwear off. His mouth dove onto it, and he swallowed it whole.

I exploded into him. I felt shocks in my balls, rivers in my shaft, and thunder in my head. Release after release poured forth from me into Nick, until my salty brine spilled down his chin.

When all of my shots had finished, Nick crawled up against me, his flaccid cock dragging up my thigh, and kissed me deeply. The taste of each of our seeds swirled and mingled across our lips.

Nick and I had spent several hours just playing and probing each other's bodies. I felt the simple contours of his light frame, and Nick found every ticklish spot I had.

When all had settled, and Nick rested on my shoulder, I decided I wanted to take him to my home. I wanted to take Nick through my family's small orchard, and then make love to him in the shady clearing, where I used to play when I was just slightly older then an infant.

It seemed to be a perfect spot. I learned of my first love there, nature. On a summer's night, you could hear every birdcall in the valley, and fish would jump into the air snapping at low flying bugs. During the day shafts of light would fall down from the treetops and dance across the soft earthen ground. I always thought something was magical about that spot and someday that magic might find me.

I shook my shoulder that Nick was sleeping on, and he slowly opened his drowsy eyes. A warm grin adorned his face, and he slipped in and kissed my neck, while his other hand pushed down my lower abs and cupped my groin. I turned my head and kissed his temple then ran my hand through the hair on the back of his neck. I felt a patch of tense skin, which I guessed itched him, and scratched it a little. Nick groaned approval and tipped his head forward so I had better access.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Just felt different."

"I have another place that feels kinda tense."

Nick pulled a leg over my own and his flaccid dick lay against my thigh. He started rubbing his groin against me, and I felt his member grow with arousal.

I laughed and kissed him again on his forehead. "Do you want to go to my home?"

Nick slowed his thrusting and pulled himself eye level with me. "You're not going to come out to your parents?" He asked with a twinge of fear across his face.

"No, no. I just wanted to show you a special spot on my family's orchard. A reclusive spot I know of, where no one ever goes or probably even knows of. We could do some. consummating there."

Nick smiled and rapped his arm around my side. "We could consummate here, and do some more consummating when we get there. Maybe we could consummate a couple of times on the way there, too."

"This is a special spot for me. It's hard to explain, but I want to hold out doing anything deeply intimate until we get there. It's only an hour away, and it's hardly even seven o'clock yet. We could bag all of this dirty clothes and do some laundry for free when we get there, too."

Nick was restless and talkative the entire way. I doubt he ever looked out the window to behold all the natural beauty of late summer early fall. Some of the trees had turned yellow already, and the rolling valleys were interspersed with gorgeous gold.

"So what sort of orchard is it?"

"Well it's not really and orchard orchard. It's a smaller hobby farm sort of deal. We grow apples, and we have a couple cherry trees, but the cherries are always eaten before we can harvest anything. My mom does a bunch of juices, jams and what not that she takes to the farmer market, but only when she can get up early enough. My dad is a business man who pretty much does everything."

"How big is it?"

"We have twenty baring trees and about ten newer young trees, but our yard is much larger then that. My dad bought it from a bankrupt farmer, who didn't want to see it be developed for houses. My Dad allowed a farmer to rent out a portion of it. The rest just got overgrown and became forest. By the time I was able to walk there were already trees as high as I am now, or at least that is what my mom tells me. My family lives in this old farmhouse. It's kind of cool."

"Do you have brother's or sisters?"

"I have two older brothers and a lot of extended family. The farm is near where my grandparents used to live, so when we all get together for a holiday, they come and live with us."

Nick and I rolled into the home around eight thirty. Before we left we decided we should clean up a bit and try to pack the soiled laundry pretty well so no one would accidentally see anything. I also made a mental note that I should do my own laundry this trip.

My mom walked out the front door with a surprised look on her face and ran up to hug me. I introduced her to Nick, and she asked him a bunch of questions about his home, family and how he liked school here in the US. She reeked of apples and was wearing a wet apron, so I knew she was busy making something.

After a few more formalities, I escorted her inside and said hello to my dad. My mom hopped off to the kitchen worried she might burn something. My Dad asked Nick a bunch of businessman like questions; what do you do? What do you plan to do? What classes are you taking? My mom tried to chirp in from the kitchen a couple of times, but I don't think she heard us to well, because she always was talking about something vaguely related. When Nick and I finally broke free it was nearly eleven o'clock.

Nick was looking a little anxious, and he kept shifting a bulge in his pants. I knew what he was wanting, but I didn't want to take a chance and have my mom find my bag of semen-drenched laundry. Nick understood and waited patiently as I ran the laundry. When the second and final load of laundry was turning in the suds water, I decided it was probably safe to leave for a while.

It was a quarter to one when we left the house. My parents were already asleep so I didn't have to worry about arousing any suspicions.

"Cute folks." Nick commented while walking through a high patch of grass. "I like the way your mom stutters when she gets excited."

"Yeah, I know. `So then J.JJ.John tripped over his father th.then spilled the hot cocoa in his crotch!'"

Nick laughed, "That was a cute story."

"Yeah that one I don't mind. It's the other ones that bothered me. John used to get such bad rashes, John would get so sick, and John used to be terrified to look under his bed."

Nick laughed and shook his head. "They gave out a little more information then you felt comfortable with."

"Well yeah, I don't want everyone knowing that I get severe diarrhea from a coke, or I can't use deodorant without getting burns in my pits."

"What do you use anyways?"

"Nothing, I just don't get real sweaty and stinky. I only used the stuff because the other boys were."

"Weird."

"Yeah, I always had problems with chemicals and pesticides. They irritate the shit out of me. I never got the flu, but I have been bedridden by a box of HoHos."

"That sucks."

"Well I got used to being different early. I grew faster then my friends, was usually smarter then everybody, and taller then ninety percent of my class all the way up to college. I just sort of became a loner so I didn't care if I did things the rest of the class did."

"Well you're a handsome strong strapping man now." He said while puffing out his chest and stomping his feet.

I laughed a little and gave him a slight shove.

Nick wobbled along for a while laughing. "So where is the spot?"

"See those trees down there?" I pointed at a small grove down in a water carved valley. "That's the spot."

"You must of liked walking. It's about twenty minutes to get here."

"Used to take me an hour."

I hopped down a couple dirt ledges and walked over towards the two large trees, at the edge of the grove. I recalled imagining them to be the doors to the forest. The first time I came here I took off my shoes and socks then walked between them and ever since I have done the same. It was a slight ritual I had created.

"There is a straight path down to the pond through here." I said while pulling at my left shoe. "It's never been grown over for as long as I came here."

I pushed my socks into my two shoes and threw them by the door. When I started towards Nick, he took a couple steps then bolted down towards the clearing. In the dark shaded moonlight, I could barely keep up with his running.

Nick disappeared when I reached the clearing. I spun around looking for him, but I could hardly make out a shape in the dark. All I saw was the pond reflecting silver moonlight from the gaps of the trees, and all I heard was crickets and an occasional owl hoot.

There was a flourish of movement behind me, and, before I could turn, Nick tripped me over backwards and sprawled me flat on the ground. Nick laughed deviantly and knelt over me, straddling my hips. His head was raised like a victorious hunter.

I reached across my stomach and gently grabbed his cock through his pants. Nick instantly loosened and took a deep breath. The cold night formed a cloud of fog as he exhaled.

Nick reached down and undid my pants buckle. When he opened the zipper, a tuft of pubic hair became visible. I didn't bother putting on briefs; I knew what we were going to do, and I didn't need extra laundry. Nick sat up and tugged at the knees of my pants. I lifted my rear off the ground, and they slipped right down my thighs. My dick slipped free and slapped against Nick's pants seat, wedging a V of fabric between his cheeks. Nick leaned back and pulled my pants the rest of the way off, then threw them into the grass, at the edge of the clearing. I raised my arms about my head and grabbed my shirt by the shoulders. I sat up, face to face with Nick, and swiftly removed my shirt and sent it flying after my pants.

Nick pressed his hand against my chest and laid me flat against the earthen floor. He removed his jacket and shirt and undid his pants buckles, but then he sat still, contemplating what was to come next.

My cock strained against his rear, and I waited seemingly forever for Nick to act. When I could no longer stand the stillness, I lifted him up and grabbed the fabric around his hips then pulled them down around his thighs. Nicks large dick jiggled in the moonlight bounced rhythmically as it filled.

Nick sat back down, and my cock slid between his cheeks. I lifted him then slowly pulled him back down onto me. My cock head immediately found his hole, and I reveled in the sensation of my cock head straining through it.

As Nick slid down onto my pole something inside me broke. I felt warm and wet inside, and my heart suddenly started beating over ten times a second. My veins opened throughout my body, and I was overcome by the sensation of fluids flowing through my flesh. It felt like cool water was rushing down my arms, coursing through my legs and swirling torrents in my chest.

Nick pushed his ass to the base of my cock and began rising up and down on it. Warmth radiated from my groin and a stream of hot liquid flowed up my stomach, pushed through my chest then spread through my body like a wild fire. My temples boiled, arms and legs burned, and torso roasted.

Beads of sweat poured down my body and became sticky mud caked along my back. Beneath my shoulders I saw dark pools of water spread out and mix with the dirt. Nick was staring skyward, his face flush with desire; he didn't notice what was happening to me. The earthen floor turned to mud and tendrils of black crude snaked supernaturally out away from us then disappeared into the ground.

The world slowed around me. Nick's gyrations crawled to a halt; the perspiration dripping from his brow froze mid- air. Everything was quiet. A brief moment I wondered if I was dying, or already dead.

Then time slowly resumed. My heart raced again, I felt the liquid once again coursing through my veins, and my body still burned, but it felt different now, almost distant.

I sensed that my body was slowing. I could hear my heart calming. I sensed my temperature regulating, and I could see the sweat droplets growing smaller and dissipating. But beyond my own body, I could hear, or sense, what was happening all around. I sensed every breeze and bluster, and I felt the warm earthen ground as if it were my own flesh. The tiny thumps of resting bird's hearts were even within my sense's grasp. It was as if the entire clearing had become a part of me.

Suddenly I was alive. My body yearned to be used. I felt like a sugar-crazed six-year-old finally being let free from his room.

I grabbed Nick's legs and rolled him onto his back. His eyes flew open and shock covered his face. I pulled my dick out to the head and slammed it back in several times. Before he realized what I had done, he was hissing and grinding his teeth from abrasive contact. I pulled his pants the rest of the way off his legs, and then tore off his sneakers and socks. I threw the pile far out into the bushes and pumped hard and deep into Nick.

Nick's legs flailed helplessly in the air and bounced off my face and shoulder. I finally grabbed them and rapped them around my waist, so I could easily enjoy Nick's expression. He was in-between pain and pleasure. His eyes were glossed with tears, but his jaw was contorted into a smile. He bit at his lip and groaned erratically, occasionally dropping his head back and letting out a cry.

I sensed his pain. I didn't recognize it merely by his expressions or body language, but I could sense what he must be feeling. Through some tactile sense, I could feel it. I could almost know what it was like to feel myself entering him from his perspective. Through whatever potent empathy, I knew what he was going through.

I slowed my pace, and the pain withered. I could feel a spot where I had penetrated to quickly and rubbed to hard. It stung like rug burn and flared each time I touched it. I repositioned myself so I thrust downward into his hole. I sensed my cock passing over it and rubbing harder against the silky inner lining behind the spot. Energy tensed in the lining of Nick's insides, and soon it flowed upwards into his heart and mind. He groaned as waves of strange pleasure glowed inside him.

Nick spouted out some Spanish. "Aw Paupi." I couldn't understand much after that. The rest was too fast or got stuck halfway up his throat. They quickened as the more heated we became. They jumped and sang when I drove hard and deep, and they paused and slurred into one another when I paused between a stroke.

Nick's body perspired profusely beneath me. Each time I thrust his legs slid up under my arms, and Nick's cock slapped against his stomach. I watched as his cock-head flared large and purple, desperately wanting to be used. I rapped both hands around his shaft and twisted my palms, while stroking it.

Nick's balls lifted and churned seed into his reservoirs. Pressure built and hormones flowed. I felt Nick's body quiver and twitch as it prepared to release.

Deep within Nick I released. My body had gone all the way to orgasm, while I still was fixated around what was happening to Nick's. Shot after shot ran into him, while several loads exploded from him against my stomach and hand.

Nick gasped and shuddered, frozen in sensation, as my shots subsided. I slowly stroked Nick's back as the last several splashes erupted into his gut. I partially removed my still mostly erect member, but I got the urge to take a final deep thrust into Nick.

I pounded my cock to the hilt. As my hips slapped against his opening, a large wad of spunk rocketed through my shaft, perceivably stretching my cock and his asshole as it moved through. The thick fluid coated his intestine, flowed down and spilled out his clenched anus, rolling around my cock and balls.

I collapsed against Nick, and I bathed in his sweaty embrace. He kissed my brow and temple lovingly. He rubbed my spine and kneaded my ass, while exclaiming the amazing sensation he had just experienced.

I gazed on and listened quietly to Nick's serenade, but I also listened to the beat of his heart and the wind flowing through his lungs. I drifted to sleep under the hum of a crescent moon and marveled at the beauty of the fog that rolled over and off of our heated bodies.

Nick and I sat in the calm for several hours that night, just together. We made love a couple more times that night, experiencing each other's bodies. We also enjoyed just listening to the calm of the night.

The rest of the weekend moved slowly, but enjoyably. We met again in the clearing Saturday night, and we stayed there until sunrise. By the time the morning dew had evaporated, we had left back for school. We didn't get back to school though until late that night because of several extended "pit" stops.