Lofty Pleasures

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LOFTY PLEASURES BUNGEE JUMPING--CHAPTER 2

It was evident that Jose had a big cock and he was aroused by something, perhaps the alpine scent encompassing us or the thrill of the impending jump. It certainly couldn't be me. I bet he was thinking of some sexy chick he was banging on his motorcycle, her squeals of pleasure echoing into the lust-filled night.

The platform was narrow, built firmly into the rock and jutting out about thirty feet into empty space above a stunning chasm. As Jose stepped behind me one of two young men wearing a Lofty Pleasures Bungee Jumping shirt and ball cap approached us, and the platform swayed ever so slightly, which they sometimes do when they are extended the way this one is. Peeking over the handrail, I noticed several massive steel supports in place beneath the platform, ensuring that it wouldn't tumble into the deadly space below.

"I'm Aces," the young man said, looking like a rock climber or mountain guide. His face was beaming, his teeth sparkling, and he had dark blond hair with a man bun tucked in the back of his head. "And that guy there at the end with the beard is Whiskers. We're here to make sure you have a great and safe jump, all 450 feet." Aces explained how the jump is expected to go, and I briefly turned to Jose to see how he was doing. His face was serious now, listening to Aces, hanging on to every word. Several bungee harnesses were hooked along the handrail, and Aces grabbed two and asked us to put them on. He then tightened the straps, his eyes lingering briefly over Jose's bulge, which had simmered down by now but was nonetheless evident to anyone looking in that direction. Plunging into the unknown is sometimes an erection killer. Jose was looking directly at me, his rugged face bereft of emotion, but his beautiful green eyes suggested that he was feeling something profound. I looked at the chasm, anticipating falling within its stunning rocky alpine walls.

"You two together?" Aces asked, now doing a final adjustment to my harness.

"No," I said. "We just met here." Jose nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but notice how the harness straps around his upper thighs made his bulge even more prominent and desirable. I bet this guy gets action.

"Gotcha," Aces said. "For some reason I thought you were old friends." He chuckled.

"Uh, no. Nice man bun, by the way." I said to change the subject. "Are you a rock climber? You look the type."

"Nice observation," Aces replied. "I go to Yosemite a few times a year. But recently I was in Macau working at the bungee tower before coming here."

"Great place. I've been there. Very hot, though."

"Sweet," Aces said. "So I will go to the end there where you jump. Whiskers and I do some last minute checks. I'll give you a signal to come, then I'll weigh you again. Kay?"

I nodded, as did Jose.

While we waited I noticed a camera held by a rod at the end of the platform, aimed at the jumper.

"So there's a camera, Jose." I pointed to it and he nodded. "If you want a good shot, you have to be ready when you're at the edge. Take a deep breath to get over the nerves. Maybe give a tough guy grin and thumbs up as you just let yourself fall like the coolest dude in town. Your friends and wife will love it."

"Wife? I'm not married." He chuckled in the most endearing way. "Why do you think that?"

"Well look at you. You're the kind of guy a lot of ladies love. Big and strong. You must be popular."

His eyes widened and he blushed.

"Anyway, give it a shot. First, just look down at your feet. You're at the edge. It's scary but you can do it. Take a deep breath. Get your bearings. Relax... Pretend now that you're looking at the camera to your left because that's where it will be."

Surprisingly, he does those steps. I think he wants a good photo.

"Smirk at the camera." I encouraged him and he smirks. "Yeah, just like that. Awesome. Do a thumbs up still smirking, looking at the camera. Keep that thumbs up going as you let yourself fall forward. Just let it happen in silence. I might do a wolf howl on the rebound, which is when I might make a sound if I do one."

"A wolf howl? Sounds good." He looked relaxed. I wondered if he would be able to do it, because once at the edge, your feelings change as you see the empty space and its potential for injury or death. "Thanks for the tips. I really appreciate it." He patted my shoulder.

"We're ready," Aces called out.

"Repeat the steps a bit so you have them down pat," I said to Jose. "You can do it. And I'd love to see that photo later." I gave a thumbs up and walked towards Aces and Whiskers.

After the various checks were done and I was definitely secured to the bungee cord, I was ready to go. Saluting the camera, I eyed the ledge, ran and jumped from it, lifting my left leg and doing the gainer. The drop was sensational and the bounce was uplifting, hurling me towards the platform and Jose, who was laughing as I did two sudden and deliberate weird moves, one involving me spreading my legs. I howled like a wolf at midnight.

Once I was no longer moving, a rope with a carabiner attached to it was lowered to me, and I clipped it to the harness. I was raised back to the platform, elated. I was unhooked then I removed the harness and went to the other end where Jose was waiting, a proud smile on his face. His bulge in that harness was a masterpiece. We high-fived each other and stood for a moment as Aces and Whiskers switched the bungee cord to accommodate Jose's different weight.

Soon, it was Jose's turn and he was now oozing confidence and bravado. As he walked away I noticed for the first time that his back had a spectacular V shape to it and I was suddenly awash in admiration for this guy. He sure was something to see.

He was standing at the ledge, looking at the camera and giving it a thumbs up. He stayed that way as he let his body fall forward and into the abyss. On the rebound he unleashed a magnificent howl that completely overshadowed mine, and I hoped that the camera recorded it. What a man.

When he was back on the platform and walking towards me, his face was happier than I had certainly seen, and he was changed somehow, like something opened up inside him.

"You were awesome, dude," I said with a broad proud smile. We high-fived each other again and began the descent through the forest to the booth below. We were both silent, enjoying the adrenaline and all the crazy emotions and happiness that go with it.

Jack greeted us and was eager to show the videos and photos. One photo in particular in Jose's set had him frozen in midair's empty space, a tough guy macho grin, his thumbs up and his grin remarkable, in a gorgeous and rugged alpine setting. Damn he looked amazing and he was clearly thrilled with it. We bought our respective items, as well as t-shirts and ball caps with the company logo. Other clients were appearing now, which is a great sign for Jack's business. I turned to Jose to say goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you, man," I said sincerely but in an aloof way, not dwelling or lingering on anything.

"Sure thing and you take care," he said, patting my back. His hand lingered there before he pulled it away, maybe realizing it was a bit too friendly a gesture to make.

"Say Jack," I said, "where can I get a quick beer around here. Nothing fancy."

"There's one a couple of miles from here. It's called the Empty Nest. Has a nice deck facing the forest. Not usually busy."

Jack had to tend to other clients and I walked to my car. Once there, I was inserting the key in the door lock when Jose stepped behind me. He leaned in and his body was just lightly pressing against me, like before.

"Mind if I join you?" he whispered in my ear. It was strangely sexy and gave me wonderful goosebumps. "I could use a beer, too, and I know the way."

"Not at all," I said, turning to face him. He stepped back, giving me some space. I was blushing. "I'll follow you there since you know the place. You're the man."

That seemed to please him and he beamed with controlled excitement. That was endearing and I sighed.

Soon we were on the road in our separate vehicles, and we went to an out-of-the-way place that was a mile off the main road.

The Empty Nest was indeed an empty nest with no signs of human life. The bar was an old-fashioned saloon-type joint and there was a small deck at the back facing the woods. It's hard to believe this place could still be in business but it was. A dusty old man appeared from a back room and took our order. He was pleased to have customers, but there was no small talk, no chitchat. Jose and I got our beers and went to sit outside.

We clinked our beers and drank in silence for a few minutes. I didn't know where this was headed so just went with the flow.

"Are you gay?" he asked in a low voice.

"Fuck," I answered. "I hope you don't think I'm coming on to you. If you do, I'm not. I'm not trying to offend you or anything. Why are you asking me this?"

"Slow down there little fellah. I just thought you might be. I'm not sure. Sometimes you don't seem it but I think you are."

"Okay." I hoped that was the end of this conversation but it wasn't.

"Okay you're gay?"

An uncomfortable pause followed. I leaned away from him, turning my head to my car.

"Yes," I answered, rising to leave to avoid a gay bashing incident. "I'm gonna go."

"I'm gay, too," he said, serious. I was honestly surprised. "Sit." It was an order. I sat down.

"Let's just talk for a bit. Okay? You're kind of my type, Sam, and if you leave now then I won't have another chance to know you. And, well, I think you are one handsome guy. There."

"All right," I replied, bewildered and flattered. "Listen, I haven't been with anyone in three years. I'm not into it anymore. I changed."

"Three years?" He shook his head. "That's a long time. It's been two for me. So why aren't you into it anymore? What happened?"

"I, uh, well, it's pretty personal. It doesn't matter." I took a sip of my beer. I felt embarrassed.

"I'm curious, that's all." He studied me for a moment, and I wondered what he was getting at with his questions. Is he looking for a date, or something sinister? "Tell me. Are you the girl?"

"Am I the girl?" I laughed. I have only heard straight people ask that which, to be fair, probably makes the most sense to them. "Who says that? Gays don't."

"Lots of people," he replied. "Like me. I'm always the man so of course I want to know about someone to see if he's a match."

"You're always the man?" There was no condescension or sarcasm to my question.

"Yep." He drank a gulp. He really seemed satisfied with himself at the moment.

"Okay. I get it. You know who you are."

Silence followed. I took a gulp of my beer. It was quiet and a breeze blew through the trees nearby.

"You're not going to argue about what I said about me?"

I shook my head.

"Why would I do that? I believe you and I respect that. When a man told me he was a top, that is, in the past when I was dating or looking for a partner, I would go with that but then he would sometimes ask me to fuck him. I never got what top and bottom really meant because there was always this thing about switching roles all the time. I guess I am the girl, to answer your question. I guess that's why I'm not going to argue with you. I'm probably old fashioned for a young guy. Anyways, I can already hear the lecture in my mind."

"What lecture?"

"If I told a guy I was a bottom, he would tell me I'm not, or I should be more flexible. I have heard it repeatedly. It's pretty damn rude and presumptuous to tell a stranger what they like when they just told you otherwise."

That seemed to resonate with him and he looked pleased.

"Since I was the one getting fucked, I was the one enduring how terrible gay men fuck, as though working hard to ensure the bottom is injured and demeaned is the way to be. I don't get any of that. And I got sick of being spit on, slapped, punched, rammed like it wasn't anything other than horrible torture. It is so common and a massive turn off. One guy broke my ribs. For some there's no sucking, or no kissing, no touching, no intimacy, no respect. Some want complete silence. It is such a weird world to navigate, and it's ultimately a waste of my time. It's not even pleasurable. I'd rather be single, and I am much better this way."

Yes it was quite the rant. Jose listened thoughtfully while I said this, and he seemed to want to respond but said nothing. He drank some beer.

"I fucking love that picture, you know." His eyes were on mine and he looked happy. I knew he would like the result if he followed those steps. I am so glad he did. "I can't wait to show it."

"I don't know you at all but I knew you could do it. Weird, right?"

He smiled. I looked at my watch. It was mid-afternoon, and I knew I needed to leave within the hour to avoid driving in the darkness.

"I need to leave soon," I said. "I should be on the road by 4."

"There's still time. Can you stay for one more beer? I'm buying."

"You don't need to buy me a beer. I'll stay for another, though."

"Great." He was beaming now. He was having a good time. "I'm curious. What kind of guy do you like? Wait. Don't answer yet. I'll go inside and get two more beers. Okay? Be right back." He was gone before I could hand him some cash. I put it on the table to give him when he got back. Meanwhile, I thought about how I would answer. Minutes later he returned with our beers.

"Thanks," I said, pushing the cash towards him.

"Please," he said, and pushed the cash back to me. "Just let me buy this one to show my appreciation for your advice that got me that awesome pic. Okay?"

"Well, if you're putting it that way, I can't say no." We clinked our beers and took a gulp.

"So. What kind of guy do you like?"

"Okay. I think I mentioned I haven't been with anyone in three years. I'm no longer looking for a man because of what I said about all that pain. I am glad to be alive. So you know, I used to think I had a type, like the Marlboro man, but it turns out that the type I want in my fantasies doesn't really exist, a man who is all man and likes to playfully remind me that he's the man of the house, which I love by the way, and yet the most amazing, gentle guy in bed who makes love, almost like I'm his loving wife. It's stupid as hell but that's what it is. Oh, and I also love just being a guy myself, out in the world. That's who I am. A guy out in the world, and if I had a man, I would be his girl at home. That is some weird fucking shit there. What about you?"

I noticed that he seemed satisfied again with my answer, like it was what he was hoping to hear. I knew I was developing a bit of a crush on him.

"I like a guy who is sweet, a bit feminine, and he's definitely my girl. I would say about your size to be honest. When we were going up that hill and you were ahead of me, your butt was swaying a bit. I'm not blind and see you have a masculine side so wasn't sure what you are, but when I saw that swaying, which was on the feminine side, I gotta say I was turned on. I know you saw my boner. It was kinda exciting."

"That explains it," I said, remembering that awkward moment. "I thought you were thinking maybe about your girl or wife, but definitely not about me."

"I was definitely thinking about you. I couldn't help it. I gotta tell you I hope I can see you again. What do you think?"

"I would like that. I can't promise anything, though. If you're looking for a hookup you probably have better options than me. That big sausage of yours looks painful, too. That freaks me out."

"I'm not looking for a hookup but a date with you. And believe me I would definitely be gentle if, when, we got around to that. Hell, I would want more and that won't happen if you're suffering. Okay?"

I wanted to believe him but I admit to being cynical when I hear that kind of line. I want to be honest.

"A man like you deserves honesty. I believe you and don't believe you at the same time. It's just based on experience. But I want that date because, I don't know, it seems like we might have a connection."

"I've been lied to just for a taste of my big uncut cock," he said. "And it kind of sucks to get an okay blowjob then to be told that's enough, I don't want to see your ugly face no more."

"That's awful, Jose." I felt really bad hearing that. I didn't like the thought of him being insulted. For some reason I just wanted to praise him but only in a sincere way. It's just the way I am. "Do you have your phone? I'll give you my number."

He pulled out his phone and I said my number, which he entered in his contact list. He pushed some buttons and my phone chimed. I had a message from him.

"Nice," I said. "I'd love a copy of that pic. Can you send it later?"

"I will once I get it on my phone. Can you send one of you?"

"Hang on." I looked at my phone and searched for a recent photo or two. I found one of me, a close-up riding a horse on a beach at sunset, and another of me sitting by a campfire. I sent them. Jose's phone chimed.

He looked at the pics, a big smile on his face.

"Thanks," he said. "I like these." We clinked our beers again and drank. He looked at the horse-riding photo and chuckled. "You know, I'm hung like a horse so maybe one day, if I'm lucky, you'll be riding me. What do you think?"

"It could happen maybe. You should know I'm kind of a romantic."

"Romantic? So you know, I was born here but I'm Puerto Rican, or my mother is. Everything is sensual and romantic with us. I think you might like that. Actually, it sounds like we both will."

"Maybe. You say your mother's Puerto Rican. Is she over there?"

"No, no. She lives not too far from me. I watch over her and make sure she's okay. It's what we do."

"That's very nice of you."

"The old man died from liver disease years ago and she has been alone since then. We talk often and I have dinner every week with her. And your folks?"

"My folks died years ago in a car accident. We were driving home from a restaurant when a drunk driver hit the car. My parents were in the front, my dad was driving. They were killed, and I barely survived. But here I am now, alive, healthy, enjoying each meaningful moment before it is lost forever, like tears in rain." I had to add the famous Blade Runner line just to be that guy but I don't think it connected with him.

Jose was quiet and I felt uncomfortable. I know people don't like drama. I looked at my watch to get myself back on track. The clock was ticking. I needed to go in a few minutes. How time flies.

"I am sorry to hear you lost your parents." Jose looked at me, downcast, and I knew I had ruined his day. I was mortified.

"I'm okay. I just want you to know it was a great day for me. I loved the drive here. I enjoyed the bungee in a new place and I met some interesting people. I appreciate the small things and that's what counts for me. Please don't dwell on what I said. I love my parents and miss them, and I know nothing lasts. It's okay. I'm just grateful for having known them, like I'm grateful I met a nice guy like you. Your mom must be proud of you. I am." I don't know why I said that last part, but I did, and it was done. I guess this guy has had an impact on me.

"You are something else, Sam." He looked better now, as though my comment wiped away the melancholy. I was glad. There's always more room for happiness. "I have a feeling I will mention you to my mama. If I don't, she will ask me anyway. She will notice."

"Sometimes our mothers do notice, especially when they love us. Tell her I was born in November and am a Scorpio. I have a feeling she will ask about that."

He laughed.

"That is funny," he said. "That's the kind of thing she'll want to know. This might be too much information for you, but she keeps asking me when I will settle down. She is fine with who I am, and she knows I want to settle down, and she doesn't understand why it's so hard to find someone."

"Has she met any of your dates?"

"She met a couple. One guy Jack introduced me to about three years ago."

"I had a feeling you and Jack were buddies."

"We are. He's all man, too, like me, but we don't like the same things. He definitely doesn't want a lover, or wife as I say it. So he introduced me to some guy, a little one, feminine, and he was convinced we would get along. He said, maybe she's the one. We dated a few times because I really wanted to try. I thought I needed to compromise maybe on some things. But she..." He looked at me and seemed to guess I needed clarification. "I call my girl she with close friends. It's just the way I see it." I nodded because I felt neutral about that. "So she's actually quite the mouthy little bitch. I took her, Ethan was her name, to visit with my mama and we had coffee. Well Ethan keeps testing my masculinity for some reason, hinting that she was fucking me, trying to get a reaction from me. It pissed me off. Mama couldn't take it anymore. She says with her heavy accent, 'You loud-mouthed little bitch! I don't want no whore disrespecting my son, who is more a man than you will ever get in your life. You take your sorry little ass out of here and never return. Be gone.' And with that Ethan left and I never saw her again."

I chuckled. I have to admit I loved that story. I finished my beer and looked at Jose.

"I have to leave," I said. "If you're serious about a date, just let me know when and what you would like to do."

"Okay," he answered, looking at his watch. "I never asked you what you do for a living."

"I do consulting on advertising for companies. I go from contract to contract, which I kind of like. What about you?"

"I'm a mechanic at a shop."

"Nice noble profession," I said, rising. I reached over to grab the empty bottles and noticed the labels said the beer was alcohol-free. I smiled thinking it was a good judgment call.

"Just leave them there. The old man will come out and get them. Can you just come with me for a quick second?" He started walking to the side of the small building and I followed. There was a small unkempt clearing on that side with the forest fighting to retake it. It was quiet. He stopped suddenly and I bumped into him.

"Sorry," I said. He spun me around so that my back was against the wall and he stood massive before me, taking my hands in his and holding them. We looked at each other and I could feel the fire inside me gathering strength and wanting to escape. He moved forward and planted his sensual lips on mine, giving me the most amazing French kiss of my life. He then pulled me forward away from the wall and very gently squeezed my body against his, wrapping his arms around me. He applied the ideal amount of force in his embrace that it felt perfect, warm and comforting. My head only went up to his chest and maybe his shoulders and I could hear his rapid heartbeat. He held me and looking up I saw that his eyes were closed and he was savoring the moment, untold happiness on his face. I closed my eyes, too, feeling delirious. This big, strong man who could have done anything he wanted due to his unflinching strength chose to be as gentle as possible to hold me. In that moment I had never felt safer in my entire life. And I sensed now his bulge, unmistakable in its arousal, throbbing in his jeans. I wanted him inside me. We both said nothing. But we both knew it.

"I want nothing more," he whispered in my ear, "then to make slow gentle love to you. Will you come see me Friday?"

"Friday? Yes, I can do that. We can go over details and stuff over the phone later. Is that okay?"

"Perfect," he whispered and nibbled my earlobe. I moaned. He looked at me with a cocky smirk. He knew he was making his way into my heart. "I am so happy we met." His eyes glistened. I was also making my way into his.

We walked to the parking lot and went to our respective vehicles. He climbed onto his bike, looking hot and intimidating. Damn. What a man. Once inside my car, I squeezed my hole a few times, imagining what it will be like with Jose, because I knew there was a certain inevitability to our union and I knew I wanted it to happen. I couldn't wait for Friday.