Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 16:21:42 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: Camping In Kentcky, chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen. Tuesday night.

We joined bodies in the hot rain. First contact was hands on shoulders then
our lips met aligning gently together. Lee slowly pressed-in towards me
until his nipples tickled my chest. He knew exactly what he was doing, how
much this turned me on. He gently rocked side to side gently sliding them
across my chest. Then Lee moved-in closer resting his dangling but long
dick into my lower abdomen. Mine slipped sideways on his slick wet skin
coming to rest hanging next to his.

Our lips came together making tiny kisses, pulling apart and barely
touching again. His hands slid up to the sides of my head, exactly the best
music was playing, music to kiss to, 'In The Morning Light' by
Yanni. (author's note: stop reading to play it on Youtube now for best
effect)

First we kissed tenderly. My lips dragged across his stubbly face. I
pressed my cheek against his mouth where he laid numerous open mouth kisses
in the falling rain. We slid back into mouths aligned, tongue tips
touching. Tongues becoming invading armies in each other's mouth as the
oral tongue-war began in the joint space of our combined mouths. Our hands
still grasping each other's in a tight finger embrace as we held our hands
in the air, elbows bent, palms pressed together. He pushed my knuckles and
the backs of my hands into the cold wet granite wall behind me. His energy
increased as I felt the slightly aggressive side of Lee I craved in bed.

I can tell when Lee is `in the zone' because he grabs me tightly, hands
together and mouths together totally focused on this small space between
us. Right then I knew he was dialed-in.

Our love became both desperate and passionate. We alternated sucking
tongues and pressing our faces into each other as the drops fell from the
sky on our foreheads and gently closed eyes. I became lost in the passion
of the moment, we kissed like our lives depended on it. We kissed like we
deeply loved each other but seldom said it out loud. We kissed like we
really meant it.

Our stomachs then came fully together, and dicks hanging side by side like
neighboring sardines in the same can.

Our chests joined together into one as he pressed into me against the
wall. Then our hands separated and sought refuge on the open planes of each
other's body. Both of us felt like silk in the gentle hot rain dripping
down from the three large shower heads above us. Everything was perfect
now.

After a while we pulled apart and hung our head on the other's shoulder as
we slow danced to the music coming from the speakers built into the
ceiling. All this shower needed to complete the illusion of a tropical
storm really was a large fan above the glass shower walls. The LED's could
already do lightning and the sound system could already do distant thunder.

My mind returned to the task at hand. I slid one hand down to his butt and
gave his cheek a firm squeeze, then back up to his shoulder. We continued
to rock gently side to side to the music as he slowly pulled me off the
shower wall.

I was reaching the end of what I could tolerate so I pulled back slightly
then dropped slowly to my knees dragging my open mouth on his body the
whole way, over his tit over his belly button over his pubes to his dick
which went right where it really wanted to be. In less than thirty seconds
he was at maximum hardness with a pulsing cardiac beat in his groin
arteries. Lee seemed ready to drill a hole in something. Anything. Now
please.

I took him in my mouth or at least the only part that fit without
hurting. He humped my face and made me gag more than a few times. I kept
that my little secret. Right now I was ready to endure about anything for
him, and me, and this large piece of meat invading my mouth.

After a while without saying anything I stood up, grabbed the Vaseline jar,
lubed myself up in back and turned to face the granite wall behind me, my
palms flat against the wall at shoulder height. Lee sensed what I
needed. He stepped-in rubbing himself up and down a couple times then
pushed on the spot entering me with a flash of pain. I saw stars
briefly. He stopped, then shoved-in again, in and up. Lee placed his hands
over mine, our fingers interlocked. My heels came off the shower floor for
a second as he penetrated deeper.

In less time than he ever took before, Lee had his balls slapping up
against my ass cheeks. He gave me several seconds to relax before he
started riding me deeper and more forcefully, his hands holding tightly as
he pushed up and in.

I heard him grunt and moan as the hot storm waters continued to fall from
the sky. The music switched to a more Spanish tone, still instrumental and
slow, somewhat new age. I think the song playing now was 'Es Verde' by
`B-Tribe' as Lee rode me hard.

My ass was on fire but my brain was on pleasure. I probably should have
worn the plug first, my bad. He was invited, this was 100% my direction.

It took him longer than I wanted, maybe five minutes before he started to
come. This time he didn't pull out. Lee stood there behind me, hands now
down on my shoulders, his cock twitching, hips twitching as he came. I felt
a rush of warmth, I felt his energy, his strength. I think I felt his
wounded soul too. Then it was over. He pulled out way too soon I
thought. But I think that to myself every time he pulls out of me. `Can't
you just stay a little longer?'

I slowly peeled myself off the granite wall to standing alone, stepped into
the main stream of rainwater from the nozzles above letting it fall on my
head and face, listening to the music, eyes still closed. I felt for the
soap pump then reached behind to wash off the Vaseline and the slowly
oozing semen from my cheeks and upper legs. Slowly I turned around. My eyes
still mostly closed.

I heard his knees crack then felt one hand on my hip, then a second
hand. Next Lee's face slowly pressed into my groin laying kisses all around
my nuts and the base of my dick. He did it in a way that kept my steel hard
boner pressed partially between his face and my lower belly.

Eventually he worked his way up my shaft, it was pointing at my chin
pressed there by his forehead or some part of his face. He took the head in
his mouth to suck it softly for a while, I needed an orgasm so badly right
now it wasn't funny. I was aching for relief.

Next he slid off my dick pressing his mouth over my belly button slurping
my shallow cup and the area around it, dragging his tongue up and down,
side to side, slowly licking me like a giant Popsicle, my agony worsened. I
reached down for my boner but he swatted my hand away, I nearly
groaned. Lee kept at my belly for a few blissful minutes then went
feverishly back to the head of my dick knowing how badly teased it had
been. One time he took me all the way in till the tip of his nose touched
my belly, I thought I heard him gag slightly.

With one palm on my belly the other holding my nuts he started slowly
sliding his mouth up and down focusing mostly on the final couple inches of
my stuff, which is how I taught him worked best.

I felt his finger tips move back to my taint then one finger finding my
hole, he inserted his finger in my ass to fuck me and suck me at the same
time. Now he was pushing and pulling at the same time he was working my
shaft with his tongue, lips, and the roof of his mouth.

This tremendous hot pressure built in my dick, started below the base and
grew to encompass the entire five and three quarter inches. A sense of
fullness and warmth followed almost to a hot feeling at the very head
despite being well inside Lee's cool wet mouth. I whimpered out loud as a
warning to the guy down on his knees in front of me.

It started just then. I kept my chin up, the rain falling on my face and
everywhere around me. My body suddenly jerked as the first shot of semen
blasted into Lee's mouth, then another, and another. With each jet came a
whole body muscle spasm, I physically twitched with each shot as the fiery
pleasure enveloped my entire body. Then the next shot caused me to bend
over suddenly enveloping his head with my upper body and arms as the
remaining semen oozed softly into his hungry mouth, swallowing every salty
drop.

In a second, I pulled back from Lee, he leaned forward trying to keep me in
his mouth but I moved too far back. I dropped to my knees in front of him
grabbed him strongly pulling him into me, our mouths met with a sound, our
tongues met like long separated best friends at the airport, our arms
around each other. The rain fell, the music still softly played, it was a
moment I would remember the rest of my life.

I was exhausted too.

After a few short minutes I followed Lee rising to his feet then stepping
from the shower, grabbing my towel which went right to my face. I felt
drained and totally relaxed. We slept like babies that night, all night.
---- Tuesday.

We both woke around 8am. I made breakfast, Lee left for his home at
10:30am. By 10:32am he was all I could think about. The place seemed really
quiet. It was like he left a scar in my house that stayed near me for hours
tugging on my soul.

I walked into my room getting stuck in the doorway staring at my bed
remembering our time together. It took a while to snap out of that
daydream. I recovered my brain by heading to the basement to clean up my
gear and weigh the gas can for the Rocket to get an idea of how much was
left in that cylinder. Then I weighed the one on the lantern. I had a hard
time thinking. I went to bed real early Tuesday evening.  ---- We both
started work on Monday, this gave us something like five days to get our
lives back into order to focus on work. I found myself hugely distracted in
Lee's presence. That's it, he just has a presence. I felt compelled to
always be watching him move through the atmosphere just to admire his shape
and maybe just his simple existence. Yep, Lee has presence. If we had been
like five thousand years ago someone might have built a temple to his body
on the banks of the Nile River. It would have likely featured the tallest
and fattest obelisk in Egypt.

Next week.

We didn't talk at work for the next two weeks. He said by text he was going
to cash-in a few favors and try pay the guy to drill the water well for us
and try to get some plywood sheets and framing boards delivered along with
our favorite building material, the eighty pound bags of ready-mix
concrete.

I saw Lee a couple times but we only glanced, never smiled or spoke at
work. We kept our thing on the down-low as best we could but it was hard
not to stare. Since we had email and texting we even avoided sitting near
each other in the cafeteria.

I got a text about twelve days after we returned from July vacation that
they did drill a well, it hit cold clean water at 55 feet. We now had
running water and an old pitcher pump sitting on top of it we'd have to
build the new wing of the cabin around it. He also said most of the stuff
to build the next part was delivered on site by him and buddies from work
who wanted to go down there to kill Bambi.  ---- The week after that he
took his Uncle Dave to the doctor because he was wheezing coughing, really
weak and more gray than normal. While they were in the waiting room Dave
told him he heard about the rented backhoe and wanted to know what he was
up to. Lee told him everything about the cabin, the well and outhouse. Dave
said, "About time somebody put that land to use."  ---- Two weeks later,
August 25th, Lee texted me that his uncle was back in the hospital and
being moved to hospice later that day. I asked if he wanted me to come
down, he said no! This was his responsibility. He didn't think David would
appreciate any strangers.

David Charters survived five days in hospice when he finally succumbed to
chronic breathing problems made worse by his inability to even walk. He
paid for a younger life of chain smoking Lucky Strikes. Fifty years of
smoking. He got handed the smoking-bill one day but didn't have the lung
capacity to survive. Those bills always come due at the worst
times. Luckily Dave knew it was coming soon. Unfortunately the respiratory
failure death is about the worst kind. It's worse than cancer I hear.

The day before he passed, Dave handed Lee an envelope containing a single
sheet of paper with two paragraphs of instructions, on the outside was
written `open after my passing.' The night after he died Lee did just
that. We talked on the phone for about two hours that night, a first for
us. Our phone calls are usually brief.

David Charters was to be cremated, his ashes buried on his property. A hole
was to be dug in the yard, and his house burned down, all the ashes into
the hole and covered over with dirt. Then Lee was to contact an attorney in
Lexington, a man named J.R. Hatfield.

A few days later Lee spoke to this lawyer dude and was told to come down to
his office. That weekend our trip to LV got cancelled. Lee drove to
Covington but stayed on I-71 then switched to I-75 taking him into
Lexington. He said it took him an extra two hours instead of going right to
Claryville. He'd never been to Lexington before.

At the lawyer's place the will was read, but since David died owing nothing
to anybody and not having any kids of his own he left his entire estate to
Lee, like his only son. He handed Lee a box a bit bigger than one cubic
foot in size, felt kinda heavy he said. Lee knew it was stuff about his
parents, kid pictures and stuff like that. The lawyer said the estate was
still being settled, it would be a while longer until things were done,
he'd write him a registered letter as soon as they had a final report.

The lawyer said the box got delivered two weeks ago by special messenger
with instructions to give it unopened to Lee, he had no idea what it
contained but there it was. They shook hands, Lee left.

Lee headed for home, luckily he me called en-route.

"You back to work yet?" I asked.

"No. I got one more day of funeral leave. How you doing?"

"Oh, I'm same as always. So'd you open the box yet?"

"It's full of pictures of my parents before I was born, stuff like
that. Dave was big into family photos and keepsakes."

"Where you now?"

"I'm almost to the 75, 71 junction. You home?" Lee asked.

"Yep. Wanna stop by?" By that of course I intended to drain him of excess
semen or something to help him keep his mind off the events of the day.

"Yeah, I think I might. Oh, I tell you the old place got burned and dozed
this morning?"

"No. You saw it?"

"No. I got a call from a buddy of mine from school who's on the fire
department down there."

"Like the end of an era. You suppose he knew his end was near?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. He knew. His emphysema only got worse. His hips and being in
constant pain, he probably lost the will to live a year ago when he
couldn't hike his land no more."

"Yeah, I could see that. So. You gonna stop here?"

"Yeah, See you in a couple hours. Can we order pizza?"

"My pleasure, I'll order when you get here, same as last time?" I asked.

"Yep. Can you get me a bottle'uh Jack too?" Lee pleaded.

"Yeaaaah. I think I can run out for that. Pizza won't deliver
booze. So... I better go now then."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Cool, bye."

And with that the phone went silent. I got to my car and went to town for
stuff I needed and tried to remember what the label on his pint looked
like. Forty five minutes later I was home with two pints in case I got
either wrong. I have no idea when it comes to buying liquor.