Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2016 11:52:55 -0700
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: What's It Like

			      What's It Like?

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      "What's it like," he said, "to, you know, be with a man?"

      "Good," I said.  "Real good.  Complete.  Fills in the missing pieces
in my life."

	We'd spent the day fishing, and had set up camp along the river, at
the far end of a campground. We had the place to ourselves.

       I'd fried up some of the trout we'd caught, and along with a can of
beans and a salad I'd brought from home. Dinner was complete.  There was
pie, too, but that was going to wait.  We still had a few beers to drink.

	The campfire burned low, and we sipped on our beers, watching the
sparks fly up, and the logs on the fire slowly turned to coals.

	We fell silent, letting that bit of conversation just stay with us.
Jake looked into the fire, his face serious.  I could feel the wheels
turning in his brain, as we both mulled over our words.

	I wasn't in a hurry to say anything.  The silence felt good.  I'd
just wait, to see where Jake wanted to go with it.

	Me, well, I thought he was a good looking man, and I'd be lying if
I didn't have a healthy desire to take him to bed tonight, and show him how
it is to make love to another man.

	I knew he'd been curious, asking me a few times in the last couple
of months about me and what it was like to be gay.  I hadn't made a big
deal of it at work, not until someone asked me if I liked men or women.
They'd seen me at a couple of social functions, with guys, and never a
woman.

	They'd been curious, and I didn't have anything to hide.  Not
anymore.  I'd hid in the closet for long enough, and now, I was ready to
just be me, and live my life in the open.  I am who I am, and I'm pretty
darned happy about it.

	Jake and I both liked to fish, and we talked about it off and on at
work.  We were assigned to the same project, so we spent a lot of time
together, even working late or on weekends this past month, finishing up
the project.

	Our boss had told us we'd done a great job, and we deserved some
time off.

	"Two weeks," he said.  "Now both of you, get out of here.  I don't
want to see either one of you.  Work hard, now go play hard."

	We'd both laughed, not really knowing what to do.  We're both
workaholics, driven to get things accomplished.  Two weeks with no work was
something new for both of us.

	"Let's get a beer," I said, as we tidied up our cubicles, and reset
our e-mail accounts to an automatic reply.

	Neither one of us were dating now, and the only thing either one of
us had to do was go to work.  Now, our boss had kicked us out.  The world
was ours.

	"Let's go fishing," Jake said.  "I've got a pickup and camper, and
you are apparently the fishing expert."

	I laughed, and so did Jake.  It didn't take long for us to get our
new adventure moving along.  And, now, the next day, we'd already had a
half-day of fishing, and were living the good life, cooking our trout over
the fire and having a beer.

	And, talking about sex.  Gay sex.

	I tossed another stick of firewood on the coals, and we watched the
flames grow.  Off in the distance, an owl hooted, and the river continued
its soothing lullaby.

	"Peaceful," I said.

	"Yeah.  I'm soaking it all up," Jake said.

	"I hope I didn't, you know, upset you, asking what it was
likeÉ," he said.

	"Not at all," I said.  "I'm comfortable about talking about it."

	"Jeez, I'm not," Jake said.  "I'm not good about it at all.  I
mean, I'm curious, but I don't want to be nosey, or rude."

	"You're not," I said.  "What do you want to know?"

	"Everything," Jake said.

	"Well, that's a tall order," I said.

	We laughed.

	A part of me, a growing part of me, wanted to take him to bed and
make love to him half the night.  But, we were friends, and were going to
be together for two weeks.  If that wasn't what he wanted, what he wasn't
ready for, then I'd risk killing our friendship.  I'd really screw him
over; maybe even destroy him, and his ability to ever be comfortable with
who he is, and be the man he really wants to be.

	And, I knew enough about guys who were coming out, at least to
themselves; a roll in the hay wasn't always the best first step in the
journey.

	We both stared into the fire, the silence slowing growing its own
tension.

	"This is hard," I said, finally.  "I don't want to offend you, and
I don't want to risk our friendship.  But, I want to be honest with you.
And respectful."

	Jake nodded.

	"Whatever we do here, I don't want to risk our friendship," I said.

	"Neither do I," Jake said. "But, I'm curious, and scared, and
excited, all at the same time.  I'm a mess."

	"Well, I want to stay friends," I said.  "But, honestly, I'm
attracted to you, in a sexual way.  There's a big part of me that wants to
take you to bed tonight.  But, I also don't want to hurt you, and I don't
want to come on to you if you don't want that."

	"And I sure don't want to mess up our friendship," I said. "I
respect you too much for that."

	Jake nodded, and let out a big sigh.

	I watched the fire die down, until I reached over and put another
couple of sticks of firewood on the embers.  Whatever was going to happen
tonight was going to take a lot more talk around the fire.

	"How about a piece of that pie?" I asked.

	Jake agreed, and got up to get the pie out of the cooler, and
grabbed a knife, a couple of forks and some paper plates.

	The pie slid down nice and easy, and we ate in silence.  Even the
river seemed to quiet down some, and there was just the occasional pop and
snap of the fire to be heard.

	We'd found a good campsite by the river.  There was just the one
campsite here and I was soaking up the quiet sounds of the river, and the
occasional owl hooting in the distance.

	A guy could actually hear himself think out here, I thought.  So
peaceful.

	We tossed the cleaned up paper plates on the fire, and watched them
burn.  I could feel the heat on my face, felt the skin reddening.  Sweat
beaded on my cheek, and I felt the sweat under my arms.  All this heat
wasn't from the paper turning to ash and drifting up into the trees above
us.

	My hands trembled a little, and my stomach was tight, even though
I'd filled it up with pie.  I didn't want to screw any of this up.

	It was my turn to let out a big sigh, and stare into the fire.

	"Well," Jake said, "I respect you, too.  And, I guess I'd like you
to show me, and teach me some things.  Show me the ropes."

	"I'm more than just curious, you know.  I've been all knotted up
about who I am, sexually," Jake said. "And, I know I like men, that I'm
attracted to men.  I want to see what its like to make love with a man, and
find out if that's really a part of me."

	I nodded, and we looked into each other's eyes, finding the
unspoken words that came with really trusting someone, and honoring our
friendship.

	"I'd like that," I said, after the silence had gone on. I was
feeling really comfortable with all that, and with what Jake had said.

	"But, I want you to feel safe, and comfortable.  I want you to feel
you can trust me, to respect you, to be tender with you, and not push you
into something you don't feel comfortable with, or ready for."

	"And, I want you to respect yourself, most of all," I said.  "I
don't want you to get hurt."

	Jake nodded, and let out another big sigh.

	"Well," he said, "I suppose we ought to at least get in the camper,
and get out of our clothes."

	We laughed then, chuckling over our awkwardness, about what was
going to happen, and how we each felt about each other and ourselves when
we were sipping our coffee around the fire in the morning.

	"I think that'd be a grand idea," I said.  "We'll go slow, and I'd
like you to go first, and take your time getting all of my clothes off.
We've got all night, and it's all about having fun, and enjoying
ourselves."

	"And, you need to let me know if you want to stop, or you don't
feel comfortable, or you want to play around and do something a little
different," I said.  "I'm up for anything you want to try."

						2

	We straightened up the camp for the night, stashing the couple of
beers we'd emptied, and Jake got the coffee pot ready for the morning.

	He set the coffee pot on the picnic table and looked out towards
the river.  The moon was just coming up, and had turned the surface of the
river into a shimmering plate of silver light.  Mr. Owl hooted again in the
distance, and then it was almost silent, except for the river song and my
heart thumping in my throat.

	I gulped down my nervousness.  It was time, and I needed to take
the lead here.

	I came up behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders, and stood
behind him, pulling him into my chest.  He felt warm against my shirt, his
T-shirt soft against the hard muscles of his shoulders.

	He was a fine looking man, muscled and comfortable with himself.
My cock swelled and my balls rose in their sack.  It was going to be a good
evening, getting to know him, and teaching him a lot more about loving.

      My hands moved around, sliding against the cotton tight across his
chest, his heat warming my hands and feeling nice and cozy as he leaned
harder into my chest. I inhaled; taking in the wet smell of the river,
smoke from our campfire, and the fresh, spicy smell of this man in my arms,
my lover.

      "Just relax, now," I said.  "Let me lead the way for a while."

	Jake nodded, his chest letting go of a big breath of air.

      I ran my hand down his belly, finding the hem of his T-shirt, and
tugged it upwards.  He lifted his arms, as I slid his shirt off, and I eyed
the swirls of chest hair and the tufts of fur under his arms.

	Sweat pooled under his arms, and shined across his chest and
stubbled face. One of my hands went to the center of his chest, the place
where the fur was thickest, and I felt his heat, his dampness, his tension.

      "Just breathe," I whispered.  "We have all night."

	My hand found his nipple, surrounded by the thick, curly hair of
his naked chest.

	I tweaked him, slowly caressing the nub until it was hard, until he
sighed.

	"Like that?" I whispered.

	"Yeah," he said.  "I'm liking everything."

	The smell of his sweat filled my nostrils, and I could see his
chest rise and fall, the skin damp, shiny in the moonlight.

						3

	I nuzzled the nape of his neck, the whiskers of my beard soft
against his skin.  I smelled him, again, taking in a deep breath, feeling
his strong, muscular back, naked now, against my shirt.

	His cheek, stubbled with a second day of whiskers, was damp with
new sweat, even though the evening had cooled off, and the coming night air
was fresh, clean.  I ran a couple of fingers along his cheek, and down
along his sandpapery jawline. I lingered there, playing with his whiskers,
exploring the contours of his jaw, his chin, and the outline of his two-day
moustache.

	"I'm liking the unshaven look," I whispered.  "I'm hoping you let
it grow."

	Jake nodded.

	"It's one of things I wanted to do on this trip," he said. "I've
never let myself grow it out.  I've always worried what people would say,
that they wouldn't like it."

 	"I've always thought you'd look good with a beard," I said.  "It'll
suit you just fine.  Just give it some time to grow out."

	My hand moved across his chest, until my fingers found his other
nipple, naked and open, surrounded by curly, sweat dampened hair.  Slowly,
I caressed him, until the nipple responded, turning hard against my touch.

	"On this trip, you can do what you want," I said.  "Anything you
want."

	Jake gulped, and nodded.

	"I'm scared," he said.  "Scared you'll think I'm not going to
satisfy you, that I won't know what I'm doing, whenÉwhen weÉ"

	"Get into bed and fuck?" I said.

	He nodded again, a tear running from his eye, down his cheek, and
into his newly discovered beard. The nipple under my fingers hardened even
more.

	"You're going to fuck me," I said.  "And, you'll do just fine.
We're just going to take it easy, and get to know each other."

	My hand moved lower, feeling his damp chest, and the rise and fall
of his belly, and the trail of fur that led lower.  I followed that trail,
until I was interrupted by his belt and his shorts, and the swollen
mysteries that were soon to be revealed.  He was semi- hard already, and my
hand looking for the zipper encouraged him to grow even more.

	I loosened his belt, and then slowly unzipped him, his shorts
falling to the ground, letting his cock breathe in the early night air and
grow some more.

	"Going commando, I see," I said, as my fingers explored the hairs
at the base of his cock, and the hairy sack that promised a mouthful of his
seed later in the night.

	"Another new thing I thought I'd try on this trip," Jake said.

      His balls filled the palm of my hand, warm and sweaty.  The musty,
woodsy stench of Jake's manliness filled my nostrils, making me grow
harder, hungrier for him.  I rolled him slowly with my fingers, feeling his
balls tightening, now rising in their sack.

	Jake moaned, the words somewhere between a "yes" and my name.

	I looked down from his back, down his damp chest breathing in short
gulps of air, down to where his cock stood hard, throbbing lightly to the
beat of his heart.  The moonlight caught the damp sheen of his skin, the
hair of his crotch glinting with the night's silver light.

	He looked good enough to eat.  And that's what I planned to do.

					4

	Jake turned around then, kicking off his shorts, until he stood,
clad only in his shoes, his hands moving up to unbutton my shirt.  He took
his time, his fingers trembling, as one button after another lay undone,
exposing my chest, then my belly to his hands and his hungry eyes.

	He pulled my shirt off of my shoulders, and out of my shorts,
tossing it onto the table, until we stood, bare chested, and looked into
each other's eyes. He pulled me closer, his arms moving around my
shoulders, and kissed me then.  Hard, yet tender, the fresh whiskers of his
new beard rough against me, snagging in my older beard.

	"Go ahead," I whispered. "Run your fingers through the hair.  Find
yourself a nipple and play with it."

	I kissed back, my own hands moving down his back, finding the bare
cheeks of his ass, until I could pull him tight against my own crotch,
until he could feel my own hardness, still confined in my shorts, against
his naked, throbbing manhood.

	His lips left my mouth for a few minutes, his stubble stiff against
my neck, and he found one of my nips, and suckled me.  His stubbled
whiskers rubbed through my chest hair and I moaned with this new pleasure.

	One hand explored his cock and his balls, feeling him tight and
hard, my thumb sliding wetly across the tip of his cock, smearing the first
drops of his seed across him.

	"Oh," he whispered. "That feels so good."

	I pulled his head up from my chest, wanting to taste his lips, his
mouth again, and feel his whiskers rough against my beard and my lips.

	My tongue opened his lips, tasting the salty wetness of his mouth,
his slippery, strong tongue.  I danced there, inside of him, giving him a
taste of what was to come later tonight.

					5

	"Let's get more comfortable," I whispered.

	My hand moved away from his cock and his balls, to his waist,
nudging him towards the camper.  My swollen cock pushed against my shorts,
eager to be rid of the rest of my clothes, eager for Jake's fingers to
explore me, to satisfy me.

	The fire was nearly out, and now the only light came from the moon,
as it danced through the trees and over the water, our bare skin faintly
glimmering in the cool night air.

	The camper door closed behind us, as Jake pushed me back towards
the edge of the mattress and our sleeping bags.  His hands held my face
close to his, and he kissed me again, his tongue now entering me, probing,
then softly caressing my wetness.  He stroked my beard, running his hands
along my jaw and my chin.

	Then, his hands again explored my chest, tweaking a nipple, until
he found my belt, loosening my shorts.  Strong hands, eager, trembling now
with his lust, his excitement, maybe just his nervousness.

	"Damn, I can't get it open," he muttered.

	I chuckled then, and so did he.

	"Let me help," I said. "Let's get these damned clothes out of the
way, and get to screwing."

	Jake laughed then, and somehow, we both managed to undo my belt and
slide my shorts and briefs off my butt, until I, too, was bare assed,
exposed and open to Jake's trembling hands.

	Together, we fell back, rolling onto the mattress and our sleeping
bags, the soft flannel warm against our bare skin.  The chill of the
evening air by the campfire was soon replaced by the warmth of the camper,
and the lusty heat of our nakedness.

	I slipped off Jake's shoes and then his socks, and then my own, and
pulled him closer to me, side by side.  My nostrils filled with the mixture
of our sweat and the musty smells of newly freed balls and cocks, aroused
and stiff with our mutual hunger.

	I took Jake's hand then, my fingers slowly exploring his hand,
caressing and massaging each finger, relaxing the tensions in his palm and
the meat of his thumb.

	He breathed easier, softer, relaxing now in the almost complete
darkness of our camper.

	"Now, explore me," I whispered.  "Take your time, and get to know
me."

	I held him, an arm around his shoulder, a hand on his belly, as his
fingers slowly began to touch me.  Tightly at first, and then with
softness, his fingers moved across my face, down across my chest, my arms,
my belly, along my thighs.

	I shifted my weight, opening my thighs, giving him room to run his
fingers along my shaft, and cup my balls.

	"Play with me," I whispered.  "Pleasure me."

	He was tender with me, gentle, and sweet.  My balls rose high in
their furry sack, as he gently caressed me, and slowly stroked me until I
ached to cum.  He stroked me faster, harder.

	"Wait," I whispered, taking his hand in mine, slowing him down.

	"You first," I said, chuckling and teasing him with my own hand, as
I rolled him on his back, my lips now moving down through the curls of his
chest hair, along the treasure trail of his belly, into the thick forest
surrounding his cock, laying thick, half hard against the muscles of his
thigh.

						6

	It was a long, slow journey, but in a short while, I was feeling
his thick rod against my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat, the
hairs of his ball sack snagging in my beard.  Spit oozing out of my lips
soaked his thick, curly bush and his balls, letting my finger move down
underneath him, until I could slowly stroke the thin line dividing his ball
sack, and move in slow, deliberate circles around his hole.

	My hand caressed his butt cheeks, hairy and firm.  I paused here,
letting him feel my touch, giving him time to really feel my hand tantalize
him with the slow rhythm of his first time with a man.

	Jake moaned, deep sighs coming from deep inside his chest, as I
slowly, methodically blew him. My wet finger soon found itself inside of
him, massaging his prostate, opening up for what would come later this
first night together.  Sweat poured off his gyrating, thrusting torso, as I
cupped and stroked his balls, pushed deep inside of his ass, and tweaked
and pulled on his nipples, now hard and aching.

	One of his hands found my own cock, fingers sweaty and eager, as he
stroked me, his thumb rubbing against my cockhead.

	"You feel so good," I whispered.  "You're quite the lover."

	Jake moaned, his head thrown back against the sleeping bag, his
eyes closed.  I could see the dark shadowy stubble across his face in the
faint moonlight that streamed in the trees and the skylight above us.

      I moved a hand up to his face, to caress his new whiskers, letting
him feel me touch him.  It was a moment of intimacy, connectedness, almost
bringing us closer than my attentions I was giving to his balls and his
ass, and his now achingly hard cock. We looked into each other's eyes.

	He sighed, winking at me.

	"I think I'm finding my answers," he whispered.

	I could only nod, my mouth stuffed with his throbbing, slippery
shaft.

	My finger pushed deep inside of him, as I felt his cock swell even
more, his cum now just about ready to erupt from his balls, and spew up his
shaft, filling my mouth with his seed.

						7

	His voice filled the small space of the camper, his moans and cries
of lust and joy filling my ears, as one last caress from my tongue and
short strokes of my fist sent him over the edge.

	Pearly white ropes of his seed filled my mouth, and oozed out of my
lips, running down my beard, mixing with the sweat that had soaked the
thick pelt of curly man fur splayed across his groin and his belly.

	His cock, still spewing, still hard, was tight in my fist, now even
more slippery with the addition of some of his seed. I was slowly pumping
it, as the spasms of his cumming brought even more of his seed spurting out
of the end of his pulsing manhood.

	Finally, he was finished, the last of his semen clotted in the
curls of the hair at the base of his cock.  I caressed his balls one more
time, the surface of his ball sack now slimed with sperm.

	I eased my finger out of his hole, and I used another glob of cum
to give one last caress of the thin line of skin behind his balls.

	Later that night, we'd be back there, back between his legs, under
his balls, Jake and I, as I entered him with my cock, opening him up to my
shaft, pleasuring him with my thrusts, skin against slick, spermed hairy
skin, balls slapping noisily against balls and slimed ass cheeks.  He'd
pull back on his thighs, opening himself up to me, as I leaned against him,
my naked chest over him, sweat dripping onto his hairy, gasping chest.  We
would dance together, in our newfound rhythm, bringing us both to yet
another climax of our manly love, lovers at last.

Oregon Bear
July, 2016