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There are 3 parts to this story, and are best read in order; otherwise, Parts II and III will not make much sense!
Hot Springs - III
"OK. So, let me get some things squared away here first. I need to get my cousin to cover for me. We're going to be hiking a while, my friend, so you need to get prepared. We will be staying overnight. Why don't you go back to your room and get your gear ready, I'll finish up here and get my gear, and then I will swing by your motel room, say in about 45 minutes?", Dan said. There was an intensity in his voice, a sense of urgency.
"Sounds good to me", I said. "It won't take me long to get my gear together, there's not that much to begin with, and my backpack is still pretty much as it was when I came off the trail."
"Great!" Dan said. "See you in a bit, then."
I went back to my room, and finished putting the unpacked items back into my backpack. I quickly went through the various pockets, mentally inventorying my gear, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I decided that I'd better change into more appropriate hiking clothes, and put on a pair of khaki pants that had legs that zippered off, creating a pair of shorts. I took the legs off, so that I'd be wearing shorts to start, as it was fairly warm outside. I layered on a shirt and sweatshirt, and put on my good hiking socks and boots.
I switched on the TV, and was flipping through channels. Nothing of interest, just a means to pass the time until Dan arrived. There was a talk show on, some people talking about relationships, that caught my attention. I stopped to listen for a bit, they were talking about love and relationships, giving and caring. Thoughts of Evan flooded my mind. God, how I missed him.
I heard the honk of a horn, and got my gear together, and headed out the door. Dan was in the old Ford pick up that belonged to Lone Eagle. I stowed my gear in the bed of the truck, opened the cab door and climbed in. I looked over at Dan sitting behind the wheel of the truck. He'd also changed clothes, into clothing more suitable for hiking. No more 501's. Instead, he had on a pair of loose fitting, beat up old jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of hiking boots.
"OK, then. Let's do it!" Dan said lightheartedly. But there was also a sense of purpose, a sense of urgency in his voice.
We drove out of town and headed up a valley on the main road, leading to a high mountain pass. We crested the pass and started down the other side, heading east toward the great valley that spread on in the distance, clearly visible, even through the haze that was present. We rode in silence, Dan intent on his driving, watching the road. Several miles down from the summit of the pass, we came to a dirt forest service road branching off from the main road. Dan made the turn onto the road, which actually was a four-wheel drive road. He stopped the old Ford, pulled out on the parking brake while setting the gear in neutral, and climbed out to change the hubs on the front. Once he had the four-wheel drive engaged, he released the brake, put the truck in gear, and we started our slow journey up the trail road.
We jostled along for about an hour, barely more than a crawl, going over hills, across small valleys and creeks, climbing over goodly sized rocks and sandpits, until we reached our destination. Or so I thought.
"Well, here's where we start to hoof it" Dan said, as it put the old truck into a small turn out area, just large enough to park. We were surrounded by trees, great forests of Aspen, and Pine, and Fir. We climbed out of the truck, and retrieved our gear from the bed. Dan had also packed a backpack, and got out several canteens of water as well. Fortunately, I'd remembered to fill my canteens as well, back at the motel, so we put on our backpacks and headed out on a trail, barely perceptible through the trees. Dan was leading the way, me close behind. "God, what a great ass," I thought to myself. I was again feeling something that I'd not felt for a long time, but could not put my finger on what that feeling was.
"We've got a ways to go, my friend," Dan said over his shoulder. "There are several places along the way for us to stop and take a break."
"What is this place? Where are we?" I asked. I prided myself on having a pretty good working knowledge of the hiking trails and camping areas in this part of the Southwest, but this was totally new to me.
"We are on the Reservation, Tom. This area is not well known, even to my People. Fewer White Men come to this place. Where we are going is very sacred to my People. I wanted Lone Eagle's blessing to take you there. No White Man has ever been allowed to come to the Perfect Place. He recognized, as I did, the torment of the Demons that you were feeling, and that you needed more than just the healing waters of the Hot Springs in town. We are going to a very special place, Tom. A Perfect Place."
And with that, Dan picked up the pace, which I was able to easily match. As we hiked, we talked, getting to know each other better. I told him about my businesses, the dot com companies that I had started and sold at profit, and the graphics design company that I now owned, and that I'd taken some time off from work to travel. He told me about working on his Masters degree in Behavioral Psychology and that he had a small computer repair business in town, that he worked at the Hot Springs to help out his family. He told me of the work he'd done with tribal members, in improving their health care, and also in getting a grant to assist in the establishment of a mental health and alcohol rehabilitation facility. The more I talked to him, the more impressed I was with this young man, who defied all of the stereotypes one frequently encounters. Here was a man who was completely unpretentious, a man who gave of himself to others without considering any sort of tangible reward. I asked him why he had not left the area, gone to L.A. or New York and become a model. He looked at me and asked "Why?". Apparently he was unaware of how incredibly good looking he was, and that made him that much more endearing. My lust for him was becoming something more than just physical, there are an intellectual and emotional part of him that I also found very attractive.
We skirted around a high peak, climbed along a long-abandoned irrigation ditch, until we reached a stopping point. I really had to piss, so I welcomed the chance for a break. I found a spot off the trail, unzipped my pants and whipped out my prick, and let loose a steady stream. Ahhhhh. It felt so good to relieve myself. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that Dan was doing the same thing. He'd unzipped his pants and taken out his cock, pulling the foreskin back, and showered the bushes with his own steady stream. "Must be a guy thing, to whiz in the woods," I thought, with a laugh. I caught myself staring at Dan as he relieved himself, staring at his cock, how different it was from my own cock. I watched him as he gently shook himself, stroked his cockhead ever so slightly, then started tucking himself back inside his jeans. I started to look away, but it was too late; he noticed me staring at him, and looked over at me, his intense black eyes now softened, an enigmatic smile on his lips.
Dan got some trail mix out of his back, and a couple of apples and we snacked for a bit, and talked some more, getting to know each other better, before picking up again and continuing our journey. We talked about things inane and intimate, and I could tell he was intent on everything I had to say. I felt my cock start to strain against the fabric of my jockeys, and had to force myself to ignore that feeling. I could tell that Dan was also getting aroused while we talked, as the bulge in his jeans needed to be adjusted, and he reached down and adjusted himself unselfconsciously. "Get a fuckin' grip, Fox", I said to myself, as we picked up our gear to head out again. As if knowing what I was thinking, Dan came over to me, standing in front of me, his frame towering over me. He leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss, all the while, grinding his cock into my cock, fabric on fabric. "All in good time, my friend", he said with a grin.
We hiked along the trail for what seemed like hours, and the never-ending forest of trees became monotonous. "In a few minutes, we will break out of the trees, my friend. We'll be above timberline for a while. We might want to stop and bundle up a bit, as the winds can get fierce up there," Dan said, as we reached a rock outcropping overlooking a small canyon. He swung his pack off his back, and reached in for a windbreaker. I followed his lead, got the leggings out of my pack and re-attached them to my pants, and pulled out my own windbreaker.
True to his word, the trail did break out of the trees, and we were above timberline. The climb had been so gradual, that I had not realized that we'd reached such an elevation. I was elated to be back on the trail again, and to be back at elevation. I guessed we were probably around 11, 11,5 or so. As if reading my mind, Dan said "the trail crosses the ridge up ahead. When we reach the crest, we will be at 12,300 feet. Hope the thin air is not getting to you."
"Are you kidding? I live for this! I thrive on these heights! Bring 'em on!" I shouted, as the winds did begin to pick up, howling around my face. The feeling was incredible! We walked a bit more slowly now, partially due to the elevation, partially due to the winds that hit our faces as we headed up the side of the ridge to what appeared to be a camelback crest, with two small buttes on either side of the ridge crest.
We continued on through the crest, between the two buttes, and started descending down the other side of the ridge. This was a totally new experience for me, this terrain was familiar, yet foreign to me. I'd hiked literally hundreds of trails in the past several years, and soon, they all start to look somewhat alike. But this was different.
As we dropped down the back-side of the ridge, we stopped at an outcropping of rocks, overlooking a very steep valley, with sheer rock walls below us. In the distance, far below us, was again a forest of trees, looking greener that I had ever imagined trees could look, and the very faint sound of rushing water. "It's going to get a bit tricky here for a while, we have about an hour of ledges that we have to creep along. I gotta tell you, man, I'm not overly fond of heights with sheer drops," Dan said, with just a hint of apprehension in his voice. "But the journey is well worth it, Tom."
We started our sojourn again, and indeed, in a very short time, the trail climbed down to a point where we faced the rock cliff, and the trail became a ledge along the face of the cliff. This indeed was not a place for the faint of heart. I'd done ledges like this before, when I did Long's Peak, and some of the peaks in the Maroon Bells in Colorado, so I wasn't too fearful - but just a dose of healthy respect for where we had to go.
We crept along the ledge, took our time, to be certain of our footing, and kept our eyes ahead of us, while trying not to look down. After what seemed like an eternity, the end of the ledge was in sight and we were back along the side of the mountain, still above timberline, but rapidly dropping back down into the trees. Our pace picked up as we started down the ridge, and in no time, we were back into the trees, another great forest of Aspen, Pine, and Fir. I was impressed with our rate of descent, which was rapid and steep. Even though I was an experienced hiker, my feet began to hurt, particularly from the downhill, and the pressure on my legs. "My calves, quads and toes are going to be screaming at me when we reach the bottom, if we ever do," I thought to myself. Again, as if reading my mind, Dan shouted over his shoulder, "just a little over a mile or so to go, Tom. It's going to get very steep, with quite a few switchbacks and very loose rock. We will need some assistance to get down there."
We reached the beginning of the first switchback, and in the trees, in a very neat row, were a half dozen walking sticks, carved out of varying lengths of wood. "I made this one, and the one at the end there. My cousin made another. My niece made the rest of them", Dan said pointing to the sticks. He grabbed one and tossed it to me, picked up a second for himself. "Use the stick for balance on the loose rocks. Otherwise you can take a nasty spill", Dan said.
His point was well taken. My boots had pretty good traction, even in loose rock, but were no match for the rocks on the remainder of the trail. And I could just imagine what it would be like to try to ascend this same switchback without some assistance. We continued our zigzag descent into the valley, toward our destination, which was... ? I still did not know.
Suddenly, we were down, back to a relatively flat terrain. I was amazed by the lushness of the foliage, the trees were greener than green and larger than I had seen before. It was then that I noticed that it was also considerably warmer and more humid than anything I'd experienced in the mountains. I began to sweat, and thought to take my sweatshirt off, and take the leggings off as well. Dan had the same idea, as he'd put down his backpack and stripped off his sweatshirt, revealing that magnificent torso visible under his white tank top. I watched him as his muscles grew taut from the motion of undressing, of bending over to pick up his pack. He put his backpack back on and said "not much further to go", as we picked up our pace.
The sound of rushing water was more prominent now, and I could also hear a faint "ploop...ploop" sound, the sound of a witches cauldron? Couldn't be, but that's the only thing I could think of. Weird what certain sounds conjure up in one's mind.
"That's the sound of the mud pools in the distance. There are also 15 or 20 thermal pools, some of them are too hot for us, but others are cooled by the mountain stream, moderating their temperature. There's also a cooling pool at the base of a waterfall. This place is like no other on earth, Tom. It's a mystical place, and very sacred to my People. You've been possessed by a Demon, several Demons, that have been eating you alive. It is my hope, and the hope of Lone Eagle, that this place, this time spent with me here, will release those Demons, cleanse your spirit, and allow you to feel what you want to feel again."
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. This man must be psychic, he must have some abilities beyond mere mortals. Again, as if to read my mind he said "I've got an unusual gift, Tom Fox. I'm able to read people, their body language, their expressions, their tone of voice, their inflection, their attitude. No, I don't read minds, but close", Dan said with that enigmatic smile on his face. And with that, we continued on down the trail, the sounds in the distance becoming more vivid.
Then it hit me. This place. It was like a Thomas Kincaid painting. It was so surreal, and yet so real. It was a place that had been deep in the recesses of my mind, from my childhood. What was the name of that book? I couldn't recall the name, but the book was flooding me with memories of my past, mental images come to life, now visual.
At once we were at our destination, a small open area, with terraces of pooled water, and other terraces of a muddy concoction, "ploop-plooping" and with the acrid odor of sulphur in the air. The temperature was considerably warmer now as we walked toward the pools, and I was sweating profusely. There was a stream running through the glade area, and back against the head of the valley, was a waterfall, tumbling into a crystal clear pool of water. In the trees was a small cabin, rustic, simple, yet comfortable looking. We headed toward the cabin, Dan walking quickly the remaining distance across the glade to the woods and the cabin. I was too awestruck to run, and strolled the remaining distance, marvelling at the unspeakable beauty of this place.
"Utopia", I said.
"Paradise", Dan shouted. "In my native tongue, the words are the same, the meaning is the same. This is The Perfect Place."
I felt a sense of joy that I'd not felt for years. I stood there in amazement, and as I did, I noticed that Dan was taking off his remaining clothes. In a flash, he was completely and unashamedly naked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be there. And it was. I marveled at his magnificent body, that incredibly powerful chest tapering down to a tiny waist, those powerful legs carrying him across the glade toward the pools of water and mud.
I walked up to the cabin and looked inside. Comfortable, only one room, but certainly enough room for just the two of us. There was a large double bed on one side of the room, a table, and what appeared to be an old wood-burning stove for cooking. It definitely had that look of a Thomas Kincaid painting, that welcoming, all embracing, comfortable look and feel.
I took off my remaining clothes and left them in a pile on the porch of the cabin. It felt so good to be unencumbered, it felt so natural, to walk toward those pools, feeling so good about this place. I approached one of the terraces and deemed that it was far too hot for me to enter. I walked toward another, larger pool, bend down and tentatively touched my finger to the surface of the water, careful not to scald myself. It was not overly hot, and I submerged more of my hand in the water. It was hot but comfortable, and I stood up and entered the pool, walking down the sloping side of the pool, until I was standing in the center, with the water barely mid-thigh. I dunked my body down in the water and fell backward in the same motion, allowing my body to float in this wonderfully warm water. I back floated for several minutes, allowing the ebb and flow of the pool to pull my body around it. I started floating over to a terrace above me, with a trickle of water coming down from the terrace up high. The water was cold, very cold, and it mingled with the water of the pool I was in, moderating the temperature of that part of the pool. I continued to float in the pool, and could feel the muscles in my body relax, the tension draining from me. I began to feel a sense of euphoria, of well being, of...of...what?
I heard Dan off in the distance a bit, "up here" he shouted down to me. He was standing on another terrace above me, several terraces away. Reluctantly, I climbed out of the pool I was in, and I climbed up to the terrace area where Dan was standing, on the edge of a mud pit. His body was covered with mud, that sulphur smell emanating from him, even his hair caked with the goop. Even with all of that mud on him, his body was an incredible sight to behold, the muscles visible even through the mud. He stepped back into the pool of mud and waded out into the middle of it, until the mud was up to his cock, floating his limp manhood on the surface of the mud. He then suddenly fell backward, and the mud engulfed him, and for a moment he disappeared from sight, only the resurface with his face poking through the mess, his body still submerged. "Come on in, Tom. This is what has been your destination, this will help release the Demons that have been possessing you."
I climbed in to the pool and followed Dan's lead, and walked toward the middle of the gunk until it was up above my knees, nearly up to my crotch. I turned around and fell backward in to the gooey mess, and felt it swallow me up, taking control of me like nothing that I'd felt before. For a moment I panicked, not knowing if I was going to surface again, and struggling to catch my breath, the sulphur overpowering me, forcing me to gasp for each breath. And then just as suddenly, my face was poking back through the goo, and I was able to breath a mixture of sulphuric air and the air wafting off from the spray of the waterfall not too far behind me.
I lay there for what seemed like an hour, when in fact it was just a few minutes. Time seemed to stand still at this place, and every thought that I had, seemed to be an entire volume of thoughts. Memories were flooding my brain in a steadily increasing torrent, and it was all I could do to keep up with them. It was as if my entire life was in an instant replay, but at a speed incomprehensible to me.
"Let it take control, Tom Fox. Give up your will to the Spirits of this place. The Perfect Place will not harm you, it cannot harm you, it will only bring you a release from the Demons that are within." I could hear Dan's voice, at once far away and at the same time from deep inside of me. I was struggling to get my bearing, to find where the voice was coming from, when it occurred to me that Dan was right next to me, his body touching mine, his strong hands roaming my body, his voice softly whispering to me "Release. Let yourself go. Release. Remember. Love. Don't fight the feeling. Release..."
My mind was a blur, the memories of the past rushing by. I tried to concentrate on bits and pieces of these memories, but they were too fleeting. I saw images of Evan, when we first met, the first time we made love. I saw Evan in his casket, looking so peaceful. I saw images from my childhood, too numerous to grasp, the images of my college days and the nameless guy with whom I'd had my first sexual encounter. I saw my family and friends, places I'd been, things I'd seen as a younger man. And I saw Dan, his face hovering over me, that perfectly chiseled face looking down at me, those pouting lips mouthing words that I could not understand. I saw the old gentleman who had brought me to town, he too mouthing words that were incomprehensible to me. All of these images were swirling around me in a maze of color, colors so vivid that they almost hurt the senses.
I felt a sensation of light. I tried to move my body, but it felt as though the weight of the world was upon me. My body felt incredibly heavy. For a moment, I thought to struggle, to break the shackles that were holding me, but I recalled Dan's words, and gave in. I opened one eye, slowly, then the other. There was a light visible in the corner of my eye, and I turned my head toward it. It was at first a blur, and it was all I could do to focus on it. There was a lantern, and I was back inside the cabin, lying on the bed. I had no idea how I got there, indeed, I had no recollection of anything that had happened, after I stepped into the mud bath.
Dan was seated in the corner on a pile of animal hides, cross-legged, his arms Criss-crossed over that great chest, his limp cock hanging down between his legs against the soft animal hides. His eyes were closed, he was chanting in a monotone, low and slow. The air in the cabin was a thick haze, with a slightly woody, smokey edge to it, and I could feel the warmth eminating from the stove.
I was lying in the bed, completely naked, but devoid of any of the mud that had caked my body while I was in the pool. I was squeaky clean, and my skin felt softer than it had felt for a long time. My hair had a faint smell of...lilacs? Was that really lilacs I smelled?
I sat up, or rather, tried to sit up. My body still had a feeling of heaviness to it, I felt like a punching bag, like I'd been beaten up, but there were no signs of any injuries or bruises on my body. Slowly I pulled myself up to a sitting position, and looked over at Dan, who was still sitting with his eyes closed.
"Dan. What's happened to me? What's happening to me, Dan?", I asked, with a hint of panic in my voice.
Dan opened his eyes slowly, saw me sitting up, and smiled. "Welcome back, my friend. You've been on a journey to deep within your soul. The trip back to reality can sometimes be a hard one. You may have a particularly difficult time, but I'm here to help you in every way possible."
I tried to focus on Dan sitting there, but all I could see was Evan. "Evan?
Is that you, Evan? Oh, God...Evan are you really here with me? I miss you so much, Evan." The memories of Evan were flooding me, calling to me, beckoning to me. I felt wild with euphoria, seeing my love, my life, back here with me. I didn't understand it, didn't want to understand it. I didn't care. I had Evan back.
Evan got up and walked over to the bed where I was sitting, slowly sat down on the bed with me, his naked body next to mine. I reached out and touched that body, and it was Evan, hairy chest and all. I looked longingly into his soulful brown eyes, his curly black hair longer than I remembered it, his face clean shaven. There was a look in his eyes, a look of sadness that I'd never seen from him before. My hand rested on his chest, felt that mat of chest hair, and immediately, I planted my face into his chest and began to cry. "Oh Evan, I thought I'd lost you forever. I don't know how you are here, I don't care. I just want you, I need you."
I moved up from his chest to his face, and started kissing him fiercely, passionately, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth, his mouth returning the passion. I felt a stirring in my soul, a burning in my loins. I wanted him so bad, I needed to have him take me again. "Make love to me Evan, take me again" I pleaded with him.
Evan looked at me, his brown eyes moist, a tear streaming down his right cheek. "I've missed you too, Tom. More than you will ever know. I'm so sorry for everything that I've done, all the hurt that I've caused to you...and to...them" he said. "I've given my life for my foolishness, for my inability to control my drinking, Tom. I'm an alcoholic, and I killed people. I killed myself. And I will pay for that forever."
I sobbed, holding Evan close to me. " Oh God, no. Why didn't I stop you? Why didn't I help you?"
"There was nothing you could have done that would have changed the outcome, Tom. It was fate, what happened. If not when it did, it would have happened another time. My time was up, because I couldn't admit that I needed help," Evan said. "There was nothing you could do for me, Tom. It's not your fault that I died. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. You did everything you could to help me, you loved me unconditionally, you gave to me everything you had, your heart and soul, and I still couldn't bring myself to get help. I had to do it, Tom. Not you. Only me. I was the only one that could help ME, and I didn't. You've got to stop blaming yourself, you've got to let go of the guilt. The only thing you are guilty of is loving me, and for that I will be eternally grateful." Evan's voice sounded so different, so sad, and yet somehow so at peace. It was a peace that I longed for.
"Love me, Evan. Please. Make love to me", I again pleaded with him.
Evan pulled my face up to his again, and kissed me again, long and hard. I felt his hands roaming over my body, caressing my nipples. I let out a gasp, it had been so long since I'd felt his hands on me. Only he knew how to get me going, the way he held me and caressed my body. His hands continued the journey down my body, across my abs, playing with my belly button. He continued on down to the goal his hands were searching for, my rapidly expanding cock. His hand gently touched the head of my cock and the electricity that I felt coursing through my body was a sensation that I never thought I'd know again. Evan's hand continued playing with my cock, until it was rock hard, practically ready to burst. His hand continued exploring my body, cradling my ball sack, gently massaging my balls with a tenderness that I'd forgotten, and yet a tenderness that was new. I let out a low moan, as he continued exploring my body, and I started to lay back on the bed to give him better access to all of me. I spread my legs apart so that he could reach that velvet target that he was searching for. He bent down between my legs, his mouth and lips moistening my rod, and moved on down to my hot balls. He lingered there for a bit, licking and nibbling at the tender skin, and then I could feel him moving on down to my waiting hole.
His tongue was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Evan had never done that before, had never licked my ass. His tongue was darting in and out of my hole with abandon, and I opened my legs wider, inviting him, begging him to take me. I was panting like a madman, the sensation was driving me wild, feeling the silkiness of his tongue on my velvet hole. He was flickering his tongue, like a butterfly dancing around an inviting flower, and the passion I was feeling was something that I'd never felt before. It was not just the physical connection, but the bond of mind, body, soul and spirit that we were feeling. We were one with each other.
"Fuck me, Evan. Oh please." I begged him again.
"I love you, Tom. I'll always love you, til the end of time" Evan said, as he moved back up my body, my legs spread apart, he moving between them. His rock hard cock probed the spot where his tongue had been just moments before, and I gasped as I felt the head of his cock start to penetrate my pearly gate. I was in ecstasy again, my lover was back with me and was taking me again. It had been two years, two long years since I'd allowed a man to enter me, Evan was the only one that was allowed to do that.
I could feel him gently sliding deeper and deeper into me, his full ten inches going into my bowels with ease. He arched his back to try to get even more of him inside of me, and we both moaned in sheer joy. Evan started his circular motion, that trademark motion that only he would do, sort of a stirring motion, stirring the hot coals that burned deep inside of me. My own cock was so hard it felt like a sausage in a too-tight casing, ready to burst at the seams. He stirred for what seemed like hours, churning away at me like no other man ever could. "Oh Evan, that feels so good. It's been so long Evan. Ohhhhhhhhh" I moaned as he continued his conquest of me.
Slowly, I could feel him withdrawing from my manhole, pulling his rod out to where only the head was inside of me, and then plunging it back deep inside of me. Very, very slowly at first, but with each few strokes, increasing the tempo. He was prolonging my pleasure in a way that he'd never done before, he was totally in control of me, and I was savouring every moment of it.
Evan's tempo increased, nearly machine-like, in the way that he was plunging in and out of me, with joyful abandon. I was watching his face intently, and the pleasure that I knew he was feeling was matched by the pleasure that I was feeling. He began to pump more furiously into me, and the burning feeling in the recesses of my body began to take hold of me, and I could feel my own passion welling up to the point of no return. Then suddenly, he decreased his tempo, until he was very still inside of me, and that erupting feeling subsided. When he could feel that I was backing off, he started pummeling me again, bringing me once more to the brink, and again, backing off. He was teasing me, pleasing me in ways that I'd never experienced before. Again, he plowed my hot ass for all he was worth, and brought me to the brink, and backed off again.
He kept doing this time and again, eight or nine times, until I couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh, god......Evan...you've got to go for it, lover. You're driving me wild. Ohhhhh....ssssshiiiitttt..." I begged him, as I could feel the fires welling up again inside of me, and I began to pull at my own rod. "Give me all you've got Evan, I've got to feel it again. Ohhhhhhh.....fuck......meeeeee" and I felt my own hot orgasm as I shot my own load. The first spurt hit my face, nearly landing in my mouth. And second and third and fourth spurts kept cuming, and more. I was writhing in pleasure, and I looked up at Evan's face. There was an eerie glow around his face, and a look of pleasure that I'd never seen before.
"Please...Tom...you've...got...to...let...me...go...You've...got...to... forgive...me...for...what...I...did...", Evan said in a voice that I hardly recognized, with each word matching his strokes in and out of me.
"I'm...leaving...now...but...I...will...always...be...with...you...and... you...with...me...I...love...you...Tom". And then Evan began his chant, first in Italian, then in Greek, and as he did so, I saw the glow around his face brighten to an intense white and then began to fade. It was Dan that was chanting, in Italian and then in Greek, and the look of pleasure on his face was indescribable, it was Dan that was deep inside of me, riding me for all he could. And at that moment I felt a feeling for him that I thought I would never feel again, a feeling of joy, and happiness, and...love? Was I in love with this handsome stranger, this God, this mystical man?
I felt the first spurt from his hot rod deep inside of me, and he was convulsing in a joy that I'd not seen before. His cock continued to swell inside of me and spew forth that glorious juice from deep inside of him. He continued to ride me with abandon and I looked at that beautifully chiseled face and knew that this was the gift that Evan was giving me, he was giving me back my life, my ability to love another man again.
How was this possible? I hardly knew this man, even though we'd talked quite a bit on our hike in to this incredible place. Still I didn't know him. We were complete opposites. I was fair, he was dark. I was Scottish, he was Native American. I was fit, he was well built, muscular. I was "cute", he was incredibly handsome. I was forty something, he was twenty something. I was... I was... we were...just like Evan and me, complete opposites. And yet.
Dan continued to ride me even after he was spent, his hot cock still pistoning in and out of me, but at a slower pace. He slowed down even more with each stroke, until he was barely moving in and out of me. And then he started to churn my ass, in a circular motion, slowly rotating his cock inside of me in a slow, methodical circle. The joy that I was feeling was incredible, not just from the physical aspects, but the connection that was being made between Evan, Dan, and me. Evan was gone and would never return. But he gave me Dan. "I forgive you, Evan," I whispered. "I'll always love you".
"And I will always love you too" Dan said. "I've never felt this way before, I've never connected with a man like this, Tom."
Dan stopped his circular motion, and I could feel his cock dwindling down inside of me. He pulled out of me, and in one motion, rolled over onto his back, laying by my side, and at the same time pulled my body in close to me, hugging me. He let out a huge sigh, and tentatively said, "I know Evan, Tom. I know what he was, I know what he went through. He was an alcoholic, and that haunted him for a very long time. He just didn't know it. He didn't know how to deal with that, and he paid for it with his life. I nearly went down that path too. I'm a recovering alcoholic, Tom. I've been clean and sober for seven years. The day I stopped drinking, I vowed to dedicate myself to helping myself and my people."
He paused for a moment, carefully putting the words together in his mind. "Some people say I'm a mystic, a psychic, a shaman. They can call me what they will. I like to think I'm simply a man in tune with the universe, my universe, in tune with everything around me, able to feel and appreciate things that others can only dream of. I felt your torment when I first met you, I felt the Demons and the Dream that was keeping you from really feeling alive. Lone Eagle sensed it too. And it's only through dreams that we find reality. That's why you had to experience what you did, the ecstasy of the Dream to rid yourself of the Demons that were haunting you, were haunting your memory of Evan. And in the course of that Dream, you found a new reality, not one to replace Evan, but one to stand beside Evan. And that reality is me."
I looked over at Dan, and there were tears in his eyes. He was speaking from his heart, and that touched me in a way that I had no longer thought possible. It was not just the physical connection that we had made, but a connection on every level, the same type, no, better than the connection that Evan and I had made.
I rolled over so that my right hand was across Dan's chest, that great, muscular, hairless chest, and I gently played with the nipples of his left pec. I moved my body over so that my head was in the crook of his armpit, partially resting on his shoulder. I reached up and stroked his hair, that beautiful coal black hair, and let my fingers run through it. I moved my hand down to his mouth, and traced the outline of those pouting lips, my finger lingering at the top of his lips. Gently, he kissed my finger, he turned his head so that we were face to face, those intense eyes of his searching deep within my soul.
"I love you, Dan." I said hesitantly.
"I know." Dan said, those intense eyes of his softening. "I love you too".
We laid together, enjoying the moment, the touch of each other's body, the intimacy of being with another man. The Perfect Place was indeed just that. I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders, and I was happy again. This man next to me brought me so much joy, so much feeling, such a sense of being alive again. I looked deeply into his eyes, matching his gaze with the intensity of my own emerald green eyes.
"Good-bye, Evan." I whispered softly.
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