Best Friends Become Lovers Ch. 03

I pulled Wayne's boots off for him and, with a sigh, pulled mine off as well and stood up to pull on my undershorts and jeans. I then sat down to pull my boots back on and lace them back up. Wayne pretty much did the same, and we both put on our jackets, as we prepared for the trek back down the mountain.

I stood up and used the painfully bright light from one of the flashlights to police the area and clean up the evidence of our "crime". I was also looking for the tie for my hair but I never found it. There were paper towels, soiled with cum, lube and ass, which I wrapped in cleaner ones and placed in the daypack followed by the tube of KY and the blanket. I picked up the bottle of wine and took a swig for "antifreeze" for our trip down the hill and handed it to Wayne who did the same. I then slipped the daypack over my shoulders. As I took one last look at our granite love nest, Wayne asked,

"How did you know this place would be so good," and I replied, "It's a place we always stop when on a hike. I've screwed Lisa (my girlfriend) in exactly the same way here a couple of times. I think members of my family must have been hiking up here for romantic encounters for generations. "

Wayne then jokingly asked, "Who was better, me or Lisa?", and I had to honestly respond, "You know the answer to that. You were better lover. There's no contest. She isn't equipped to do what you did and you blew my mind!"

With that we started back down the trail, but on a slightly different track, that took us down a draw family called the "Dark Hole". This route didn't involve so much scrambling over rocks or so close to any near vertical cliffs. In our current state of consciousness, a little high, a little drunk, and with a healthy post sex afterglow, I felt this was the safe course. Wayne, totally twisted around and without a clue where we were, rather timidly asked "Do you know where we are?" and I responded, "Of course I do, the creek is right down this way. Can't you smell it?" A few minutes later the draw flattened into a magical grove of oaks and manzanita, littered with rocks and small boulders from where the creek would overflow its banks during a heavy storm or snow melt. The family called this mystical place "The Elfin Forest". We had actually walked past this on our way up and once again we were on the bank of the creek about halfway between the pond and the waterfall. At this point, we no longer needed the flashlights and we again just walked in the moonlight.

With treacherous trail behind us, and easy walking in front of us, I once again took Wayne's hand in mine as we walked along the trail. The intimacy brought back that giddy feeling only perhaps more like a giddy and lighthearted school girl walking with her crush than the "man to man" giddiness I described earlier. The ache in my anus, and the slippery wetness of Wayne's ejaculate, which had been oozing out of my canal, sliding around in my ass crack, and coating my underwear all the down the trail certainly contributed to that feeling.

At last we rounded a corner, the ground flattened out in front of us at the upstream end of the lake, and we could see the faint glow of the hurricane lamps I had left burning in the cabin. Humble as it was, it looked like home and we quickened our pace in anxious anticipation of the warmth inside.

As we approached the cabin I shined my light on the classic old wooden outhouse, complete with cedar shake roof and crescent moon and star cutouts in the door, which was nestled in among the cedars about 50 feet away and slightly up the hill.

I said, "If you have the urge, there's the shitter...such as it is. I'll go use it first so you don't have to worry about spider webs under the seat."

I navigated the trail to the outhouse while kicking away a few branches that had fallen onto the path since the last visit and picking one up to battle the spider webs (thought I was kidding did you?) After making sure there was nothing lethal hiding under the seat, I dropped my drawers, took a leak and then wiped the wetness from between my cheeks and seat of my underwear. I did not have to take a dump since the last thing I did before Wayne had picked me up at home was to take repeated high volume enemas (which I often even did for sexual gratification and before "toy play"). I knew what I wanted and had prepared for it.

When I opened the door to the cabin Wayne was huddled next to the stove trying to warm up. It was warmer inside, as opposed to outside, but not really "warm" as the fire in the stove had died down considerably while we were gone. While I still had the door open I brought some more wood in from the woodpile and stoked the fire in the stove to once again heat the place up. Though I knew some heat would be lost up the flue, I left the door open so we could see the flame as if it was a fireplace. I filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove so we could have hot beverages and hot water for cleaning. Then, fishing around in my groceries, I got out marshmallows, Hershey's, and graham crackers to make S'mores.

Wayne, watching me busy myself, and seeing how well prepared I was for a campout, for the first time ever without me saying it first looked at me and said, "You know I love you?" I was a bit flabbergasted and had to bite my lip to keep from getting teary. He followed with, "Sometimes I'm not sure who you are but I love you. You're a walking contradiction. Around town you're a long haired rock star, hippie, and athlete/scholar who can get just about any girl you want. Yet, you risk that sometimes to be with me. Up here you're a cowboy and outdoorsman and I'm amazed at some of the things you know. When we're around others you're a sometimes hardnosed smartass, but when we're alone you're a soft and sensual romantic with an emotional streak and who, for some reason, seems to love me."

I began to shake. Stroking Wayne's layered hair out of his face, and with my lips almost touching his, I responded in a near whisper, "Sometimes I don't know who I am myself, except that I often think too much, feel too deeply, and let the "what ifs" bother me too much. I do know that I love you. I've loved you almost since we first met. I felt different around you long before our bodies awakened to our mutual carnal desires. The first time you suggested we do something intimate, and even though it was contrary to everything I'd been taught and thought was true to that point, I had to think about it for only a split second before saying "Yes". Some of the things you said about me, especially when it comes to girls and popularity, apply more to you than me yet YOU also risk it be with me." "No worries?" With that we hugged and kissed, soft and sweet, and for the first time I saw him shed tears...about us.

I turned away for a few seconds, took a deep breath, then handed Wayne a marshmallow, a chunk of Hershey's chocolate, and a graham cracker and said,

"Can I offer something in a S'more"?

The release of tension was so great that we both laughed so hard that we cried. I cued up some music on the ol' cassette player, and stirred up a cup of hot cocoa for each of us. We then pulled up some chairs and roasted marshmallows and made S'mores like kids at a camp out. That giddy feeling settled back into my body and I knew there was nowhere else, and with no one else, I'd rather be.

I was feeling full and contended after our snack and I got up and poured some hot water from the kettle into a white vintage enamel wash basin that had been in the cabin for as long as I can remember. I then stripped down to my waste and washed my hands and face before flossing and brushing my teeth. Wayne made some comment about "Felix Unger" (the Odd Couple) as I flossed and I had to point out that he was pretty fastidious himself. I then rinsed out the basin, refilled it with hot water, and told Wayne, "It's all yours."

He raised his eyebrows and gave me that smirking, "Who are you?", look before sighing and saying, "I should probably go use that fine outhouse up there." I asked him, "Number one or number two," and when he said, "Just number one," I said, "Don't go all that way. Just go out the door, make a right, and pee in what looks like a little garden. Why do you think it's so green?" He said, "Will do," and was back in no time.

As Wayne washed up, I put more wood into the stove, closed the door of the firebox and adjusted the draw through the flue to ensure it would last through the night. I grabbed my laundry bag out of my rucksack, sat on the edge of our improvised bed, and stripped naked throwing my cum stained undershorts into the laundry bag while thinking, "Note to self. Do not let mom wash your clothes after this trip. Do it yourself."

When Wayne was done cleaning up, and had made his way to the bed himself, I got up and tiptoed on the cold wood floor to turn off all of the hurricane lamps except one which I turned way down till it was very dim for use as a nightlight. Outside the wind had kicked up a little and it was making a song through the cedars which varied in pitch and volume with the gusts of wind.

The old cabin was notoriously drafty and, with the wind gusting outside, a cold draft would drift across the room every now and then despite the fire in the stove. I hurried over and slid into the doubled up sleeping bag. Wayne was feeling it too, as he sat on the right side of the bed taking off his, shoes, socks and clothes. He hurried along leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor while making exaggerated "Brrrr" noises, and climbing under the covers. As usual, I had forgotten a pillow so I used my thicker down jacket which was still in its stuffbag.

I had rolled over onto my left side, with Wayne on the right side of the bed, and was kind of curled up trying to get warm. In spite of the chill, just being naked in such close proximity to Wayne had again made me horny as three-balled tomcat but, since I'd come twice tonight, and he one more time than me, I had pretty well figured we were now just going to go to sleep but...the hormones and sexual capacity of youth had other ideas.

"Wayne slid over to me in the "spoons" position, started rubbing his groin against my backside, and reached around to rub my penis. I was so turned on that I let out a gasp and just melted at his touch." Sound familiar? This is how we got started in Yosemite.

Though I was so tired, I of course found myself wanting him more than ever. I rolled partially over and he leaned down, pressed his cheek against mine, and then our lips and tongues locked in a familiar dance. I reached down and found his big hard cock that was engorged and twitching as if it was a rutting buck sniffing out my hole. The tip was slick with precum which I smeared around with my thumb as I gripped the shaft.

Wayne continued to rub my penis, maybe a bit too frantically, till I said,

"Gently lover. Make it last. I don't want this feeling to end anytime soon," and he slowed down the pace.

I rolled fully onto my side again, giving Wayne complete access to my backside, and he pressed up against me so his penis was pointing toward our feet, sliding along my butt crack, with the tip ending up in the gap where my ass met my thighs. He was just teasing at my ass, frotting a little and gently teasing his own sensitive cock while not yet making any serious demand for entrance.

The next time he made the downward stroke, I shifted a little, opened my thighs, and then closed them so I had trapped his cock firmly between my thighs.

He just moaned, "Mmmmm", and I said, "Let me hold that there for a minute. It feels so hard, so hot, and so good."

This was all spontaneous. We didn't know what we were doing back then. We experimented, we did what felt good, and I did what I felt I'd been preparing for since the first time my finger had found my hole when I'd first become sexually aware.

With Wayne's penis clinched between my thighs. I controlled the pace a little bit. I reached down between my legs, and was pleased to find that the head of his cock was nestled just beneath my ball sack. Still clenching my thighs but maybe not so tightly, I moved my hips so that, with his help, his dick slid in and out, between my thighs and along my perineum till the tip would come out beneath my scrotum. I took Wayne's hand, from where he'd been clenching my dick, and moved it down so he could feel what was going on down below. He felt my scrotum, and then the tip of his own cock which was drooling precum, and breathed,

"How hot is that?"

He continued to play with my balls, and his slick and engorged cockhead, as he pumped his penis back and forth.

Sensing that we might be getting carried away, before he, before WE, reached our goal, I again clinched my thighs tightly while giving as a chance to kiss, to be still below the waist, and to focus our senses somewhere besides our groins for a few minutes.

When we were sufficiently calmed, I moved my leg up toward my head , and reached back to guide the tip of Wayne's cock to my hole. When I reached up to spread my cheek Wayne started to say,

"What about...?"

I cut him off by shaking my head and pushing my ass back against his cock. With little a little resistance the head almost literally "popped" in and Wayne realized no lubrication was necessary. I grunted and made it clear with a desperate moan that I wanted the rest. Wayne responded by pushing in a little, then back a touch, then in, then out, then in till his thighs were nestled against my butt cheeks. Words escaped me and I just moaned my pleasure by exhaling a breathy, "Oh, ohhh".

Once again I had that wonderful feeling of being filled up and that pleasurable ache and warmth radiated from my ass, into my body, and just flooded my senses. For the moment, nothing existed but Wayne's glorious cock, spreading and stretching my ass and resting in my rectum while also applying an urgent pressure to my prostate along the way. I reached back and pulled on Wayne's butt cheek and he responded by chuckling,

"That's all there is. I don't have any more."

I responded with an, "Mmmmmm", and continued to pull on his butt, holding him as deep as I could within me, while starting to gently undulate around his cock as my ass relaxed around it.

As my undulations became more urgent, and I began to show the desire for more of an in and out motion, Wayne started to move in and out of my ass with short strokes that gradually became longer and longer. In the process, his cock was dragging lube and cum out of my rectum that was left over from our previous fuck on the rock. This was not enough to be really slippery, but rather just enough to be comfortable while also allowing for a bit of warming friction.

Wayne began to follow his natural carnal urges, once again knowing just what to do to hit the right spots for my pleasure as well as his, and I closed my eyes to focus all of my senses on the wonderful pole that he was beginning to plunge in and out of my ass. I'd relax as best as I could, letting him slide in and out relatively effortlessly, then clinch down to squeeze his cock tightly in my sphincter and he'd moan his approval at the increased sensation. I'd then relax again and let him plunge in deeply till he was stimulating me at my core.

The intensity of the action was getting to both of us and Wayne's breathing was become ragged as he was becoming a bit short of breath from doing most of the work and from lying on his side.

"Stay with me ," I said as I rolled the halfway over to my belly while Wayne managed to stay inside me. In this position, Wayne was able to breathe freely and he began to pump into me in earnest as I slightly raised my hips, really just rotating my ass, to give him a better angle. As he plunged in and out, hitting that sweet spot on each downward stroke, I reached down and, barely able to fit my hand between my cock and the sleeping bag, just kind of fucked my upturned palm while trying to gauge when he might be getting close.

"Please tell me when you're going to cum," I breathed, "...and don't plunge in all the way at first. I want to feel your cum in my channel before you shoot it deep."

Wayne only replied, "Uh huh," and increased the pace and force of his strokes into my ass. The pounding of my prostate was pushing so much pre-cum and prostatic secretion into my palm that you would have thought I'd come already.

Just as I began to feel the first twinges of impending ejaculation and that point of no return feeling, Wayne exclaimed that he was going to cum. As that unstoppable sensation began to creep up on me, I began to moan with Wayne moaning along with me.

"Don't plunge deep at first...please...pull out a little," I pleaded. Wayne complied and the first few jets of semen squirted into my anus, making it extra slippery for his last few strokes which bottomed out deep in my rectum where he deposited the last of his load.

As Wayne was writhing above me, his penis squirting his load deep into my ass, I too had gone over the precipice and was shooting jet after jet of hot cum into the palm of my hand which I wrapped tightly around my dick intensifying the sensations. Over and over again I squirted until I got lightheaded and almost passed out from a vagal response (which is not uncommon for me during anal sex). When I regained my senses Wayne had collapsed on top of me, his penis still buried in my ass, and was muttering something about Yosemite.

As the fog lifted from by brain I mumbled, "What?", and he said,

"Yosemite. I see why you had me pull partly out. Yosemite, you wanted me to lube your ass with my cum just like our first time at Yosemite. That is so hot. How do you think of these nasty things?"

I responded, "I had nothing to do with it. It was my ass doing the thinking," and we both had a laugh.

We laid there, him on top with his cock still in my ass and planting kisses on my neck and back till I said, "Ready for another go lover?" He laughed, tried to pump his rapidly deflating cock in and out a few times and said, "I think we're done. Besides, we've still got a whole weekend."

I agreed and reluctantly let him pull his dick out of my ass and roll off of me. I then rolled onto my back, looked at my cum filled palm, and licked it off. I had cum so copiously that my palm had not contained all of it and I was lying in a bit of puddle as well. I then kissed Wayne hard on the mouth giving him an unexpected snowball which I swirled around on our tongues. He initially looked surprised, but then made a show of licking it up and swallowing it down.

After I stoked the fire in the stove for one last time, and doing a little bit of wiping up the remnants of our love making, we finally settled into bed, close but not touching lest we ignite our lust once more.

Out of the darkness came my voice saying, "Goodnight John Boy", with Wayne responding, "Goodnight Mary Ellen." "I love you." "I love you too"...and we drifted off to sleep.