Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 17:05:20 -0800
From: Marcus D <pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Windfort Resort - Chpt 4 - Life Goes On

Warning... this story contains depictions of gay sex and could be offensive
to some, if this subject offends you, stop reading now.  If you are not
supposed to read this, don't.  Either way, be responsible.  Thanks.

Windfort Resort

Chapter 4:  Life Goes On

We woke early the next morning.  During the night Brad had taken the
comforter off my bed and placed it on us before nuzzling in next to the
curve of my body.  We showered together complete with a group jerk-off
session.  Refreshed we kissed good-bye and went about our separate days.

After breakfast I was sitting at my desk thinking of the night before when
Brad walked in and sat down.  He still had a grin on his face.  I looked at
him knowing I had a friend for life, no matter what.

I smiled back at him, as I chewed on the tip of my pen.  "You look like a
cat who just ate a snake."  I chuckled.

"I am just rejuvenated."  He said with a smile.  "I was sitting in my office
and realized I was lonely, so came over here."  There was a bit of a pause
before he continued.  "We are a good thing, aren't we?"  Brad asked.

"You are my best friend."  I said, getting up, and giving him a big long
hug.  "We have some interesting adventures though?"

"Yes we do, yes we do."  He kissed me.  "I better get back to work, my boss
is a real fucker."

I squeezed his ass.  "Ya, but think of the harassment case you have."  I
laughed as he kissed me again and left my office.

The rest of my morning was filled with paperwork.  I finished the quarterly
report to the board and was planning for the winter season.  After a few
phone calls I decided to walk about.  After chatting a bit with Jean about
the arrivals and departures planned for today I put on my hat and heading
out.

My first stop was at the Meditation Hut.  This building was designed on
ancient Buddhist principles of meditation and enlightenment.  Its entrance
was tall, reaching to the sky, with windows looking out at tall pines.  Off
to the left was a small room for removing shoes, hats, etcetera.  The door
into the building was very simple and always closed.  As you entered you
came into a small hall, with low ceilings.  Ancient proverbs were carved in
the wall as you made the short trip to another door.  This one opened into
the center pavilion.  Again, it reached to the sky with skylights allowing
for more views of sky and pines.  The room had six sides and three doors,
these were usually open unless classes were in session.  The thick pine
timber walls created a quiet atmosphere even if there was a noisy kick
boxing class in the great room.  The door to the left went to the meditation
room.  The room itself faced the river and had floor to ceiling windows that
could be opened to catch the natural stream noise.  In the center of the
room was a fireplace made of river rock.  It often had a small fire burning
adding to the natural noises as the logs crackled and popped.  Around the
room were meditation pillows and mats laid out on the floor.  Incense burned
in brass burners hanging from the ceiling.  Similar brass oil lights hung
from the ceiling creating a dim light for evening mediators.  I headed off
to the great room on the right.  As you enter the first thing you notice are
the huge pine beams that support the roof.  The room itself is long and
narrow with small alcoves on both sides that help in keeping down the echo
as well as add space for small group classes.  On either side of the door
are stairs leading to the deck level.  French doors at the top lead to a
cedar deck that was built on the top of the main part of the building.  This
space is usually where Meditation exercises like Tai Chi are held, giving
you a feeling of being with the trees.  Because of the rain this class was
in the center of the great room today.  Chin had already begun the class so
I stepped into the back of the group and warmed up a few minutes before
joining in.  Chin always has the most relaxing music to conduct his classes
with.  There were about six other guests in his group, all at various levels
of mastery.  Chin smiled at me as he went helped one guest with a move, then
joined back into the group as they went through the moves.  He scheduled
beginning classes, but always started his day with an advanced class for
those who want to exercise with the opportunity for pointers from the staff
master.  We went through the cool down exercise before bowing to the master
as the class broke up.  I chatted with a nice couple from Portland for a
while before thanking Chin and going on about my walk.

My next stop was to check in with Lyle, our Head Housekeeper and Laundry
Manager, to discuss the new washers scheduled for replacement this winter.
He is a pleasant man who moved here with his wife and three children.  They
stay to themselves and live in one of our two staff cabins on the north edge
of the compound.  Marian, his wife, home schools the children and makes the
most wonderful whole grain bread.  With our discussion short and simple I
continued back down to the main lodge.  I poked my head into Brad's office,
but found it empty.  It was about lunchtime so he probably beat me down to
the lodge.

The rain was continuing in a drizzle.  It was a refreshing day as the wind
had gone down allowing the rain just dripped down.  I got to the lodge
finding everyone else eating.  I sat down beside Pat, smiling at Brad, and
ordered lunch from a nice waitress.  I looked at Pat who smiled and said,
"New one.  I just hired her last week.  Good worker and not half bad to look
at either."

I snickered.  Pat was always as frank as only she could be.  My soup arrived
and I started eating.  The lunch conversation was light, mostly about the
weather and some of the events we added to keep the guests entertained
indoors.  Brad talked about the fishing group that would be coming in a few
weeks and suggested I scout out fishing holes when the weather breaks.  We
finished lunch and I headed out to see how John was doing in the Massage
Hut.  All right, I just wanted to see Mitch again, but this was a reasonable
thing.

John was sitting at a small reception desk looking at the reservations when
I entered the hut.  I took my hat off and sat down.  John looked up and
smiled.

"How are we doing today?"  I ask.  "Are we keeping our new recruits busy?"

"I am impressed with these two."  John said.  "Nothing but praises from the
guests.  I wish we could keep them."

"Maybe we should think about it for the summer.  Why don't you bring it up
to them and see how they feel about the idea."  I said thinking of spending
a whole summer with Mitch and Brad.  "Any chance you have an opening for a
massage this afternoon?"  John does a great deep Swedish massage.

"I don't, but what about trying out Mitch?"  He said making my cock twitch.
"You can give me your unbiased opinion."  A smirk rose on his lips as he
waited for a response.  He knew I had to have been taken by the young god.

"I guess I could step down to the task."  I smiled.

"He has an opening in an hour, do you want to come back?"  John ask.

"Sure", I said, thinking I should have him sent to my apartment. A smile
widened on my face as I continued.  "I will go for a dip in the pool to
relax first.  Will be back in an hour."

We chatted a bit about his towel needs before I headed out to the pool.
There was only one other person silly enough to swim in the rain, so it was
an easy time swimming laps.  I finished and dried off with just enough time
to get back to the hut.  I made it just as a heavy downpour began.  As I
walked in I found Christina at the desk.

"Hi Brian."  She said looking up from the book.  "You can go on in.  Mitch
just stepped out for a second.  You can go ahead and get ready, he should be
right back."

I went into his room.  The room was filled with the smells of incense,
candles, and unique massage oil I had never smelled before.  I sat down on
the massage table in the center of the room listening to his soft music that
came from a CD player on a shelf in the corner.  It was compilation of soft
relaxing songs, not new age or East Indian, but tunes I recognize from the
radio.  It was relaxing nonetheless.  Mitch walked in shutting the door
softly behind him.  This was his domain and his presence demonstrated that
he was in charge now.

"John tells me you like it rough" he said with a snicker.  "You like deep
Swedish huh?"

"You have some big shoes to fill sir, John is very good."  I said, in a tone
daring him to do better.

"I will do the best I can to fulfill you" he was being playful now.  He
patted the table.  "Let's get you on your stomach first.  I need to loosen
you up first."

I lay down and closed my eyes.  I knew if I thought about it too much I
would cum right here on the bench.  Mitch's fingers were warm and strong as
he began working the oil into the small of my back and worked his way up.
He was good.  I started to relax and drift off as he worked each group of
muscles.  Shoulders, sides, legs, feet... oh how he could give foot.  Each
quadrant of your foot relates to a part of your body, and he hit them all.
He gave each toe a finger job that made each of them want to cum too.  I
moaned as he switched to the next leg then foot.  I was drifting in clouds.
He then worked my ass and sides.  My cock was hard as a rock, not sexually,
erotically.  With an easy movement he turned me over on the bed.  I don't
even remember helping.  He worked each of my arms leaving them limp at my
sides, moving onto my torso, working my nipples, chest, and stomach.  Then
down the front side of my leg, giving the feet just a little more attention
before moving back up the other leg.  Mitch had me move down on the table so
my legs hung over the end.  He worked my arms a bit more, and then moved up
to my head, giving my scalp their finger job.  I was a tingling mass.  My
limbs were dangling from my torso, I felt like I was drifting in air.  He
then made a swirling movement down my chest finding my abdomen.  He seemed
to have twenty fingers as he massaged all around my semi-hard cock, moving
down and back up my legs, coming back to my pelvis, then back up my torso.
Each time he got a little closer to my cock.  Then on a movement back up my
legs I felt his finger brush my ass hole.  A shiver went up my spine.  The
next time down from my chest he began encircling my balls with a fist,
joined by both fists on the return trip up from my legs.  Down from my chest
he flattened out my cock toward my leg as he moved down.  Then rubbed over
the top of my cock again on the trip back up to my chest.  Each time his
palm flatted out my cock, pulling it in the direction he was moving.  He
then started adding trips up and down my sides.  He finally grasp the base
of my cock and started massaging the tip with the other hand.  His thumbs
began working the sides, before both hands moved down my shaft and pulled my
balls as he moved down my legs again, up my sides and down my chest to palm
my cock flat again.  This continued for quite some time.  Finally he
returned to my head and massaged my ears as I started breathing again.  It
was so erotic.  He ended by hovering his hands over my entire body without
touching it.  He then kissed my feet, knees, my belly, nipples, my lips and
the top of my head.  He whispered something and crossed my arms across my
chest before leaving the room.  I lay there for over ten minutes before
slowly getting up.  He had placed a glass of water on the table for me,
which I drank entirely.  As I walked out of the room Mitch was sitting on
the chair waiting.  He smiled and I returned the smile.

"That was..."  I started to say

"Not what you expected" he finished.

"No... yes... well not really."  I stammered.  It is not often I am at a
loss for words.

"I would love to be with you and Brad again tonight."  He said, kind of
asking, but rather begging.

"I think we would like that, but I need a nap right now.  How about meeting
in the natural pond after dinner?"  I said, not clearly thinking yet, but
trying.

"I'll be there."  He said as he grabbed a towel and headed in to clean his
room for the next guest.

I drifted out of the hut and headed to my apartment.  I was rejuvenated and
drained at the same time.  When I got to my apartment I collapsed in a
chair, not really sleeping, but dazed out.  I finally drifted-off taking a
short nap before I met Brad for dinner in the lodge.  I had totally missed
cocktails, but had a good reason.  I just had the best non-sex ever.

Dinner conversation was light.  I told Brad to schedule a massage with Mitch
for tomorrow and filled him in on our soaking date after dinner.  We chatted
about various other things before leaving for the pool before dessert was
served.  We arrived to find only Mitch who was lying on one of the benches
under a shelter near the pool.  The rain was still coming down fairly
steady, but we were all warm with anticipation.

"I have a good idea Brad, let's take Mitch up to the campsite?"  I said.

"Fantastic idea," Brad said as he grabbed Mitch's and my dicks using them as
a leaches pulling us up the forest path toward the campsite.  We stopped
every fifty feet or so to kiss, grope, or fondle each other, which kept our
cocks at attention.  There was little chance of running into anyone this
late in the evening so we felt uninhibited.

At one of our stops I pinned Mitch against a tree and had my tong half way
down his throat while pinching his tits with both hands.  Brad came up
behind me and started dry humping my ass cheek.  The moisture from the rain
gave enough lubrication to add cold and hot sensations.  After a few minutes
Brad replaced his hard cock with his lips that quickly found there way to
rosebud.  Ten minutes of sucking and licking had my cock hard as the pine we
were leaning against.  Confident I was tong lashed enough Brad stood and
eased his dick at the entrance to my ass, slipping right into my warm hole,
and started fucking.  Then Brad grabbed Mitch's ass, sandwiching me between
their bodies.  He fucked me hard, forcing his way deep as he added to the
effect by massaging of Mitch's cheeks.  I broke free from Mitch's mouth and
let out a load moan of ecstasy.  Mitch and Brad locked lips kissing deep
each time Brad's cock fucked me.

The sensation of their two bodies pressing against mine, the rain mixing
with our sweat, the moist lubricating our movements together while
surrounded by the forest undergrowth was sending me over the edge.  Just
then Brad pulled out and started running up the trail, laughing.  Brad's
huge dick flopped in the rain as he ran.  Mitch and I looked at each other
and started running after him.  As we did he took off again, heading toward
the campsite.

The campsite is a clearing in the forest on the east of the compound about a
half-mile.  It consisted of a couple of yurt platforms, a tee pee frame, and
a rough bark wigwam.  We use it for barbeques and special functions.  The
center of the site is a huge stone fire pit surrounded by logs to sit on.
Brad arrived first, leaning against a hemlock to catch his breath.  His rain
soaked body heaved as he breathed heavily with his hands on his knees.  I
arrived second body slamming him as we both laughed hysterically.  His cock
was still hard.  As Mitch caught up to us, I was grabbing Brad's cock,
pushed him against the tree and pushed my ass onto his pole.  The rain on
his cock made it feel cold as it penetrated my ass again.  I pushed hard
against him, feeling his entire length inside me, sliding my ass up and down
his cock a few times, before pulling away.  I went over to Mitch's cock,
grabbing it at the base and turned around poking it at my ass.  Mitch made
one smooth stroke and was in me.  He continued steady strokes, moaning, as
his balls slapped my ass.  Abruptly he stopped with his balls pressed firmly
against my cheeks.  Turning around I saw Brad eating him out like a banshee.
  Mitch's face displayed his dimples as he was smiled at the treetops
moaning like a wolf.  Brad stopped and Mitch fucked me a few good strokes as
Brad got up and aimed his sword at his ass.  He pierced the wolf the first
time.  A howl of joy rose from his lips as he in turn fucked me deeper.  Our
arms entwined each other as we stood there in the forest fucking with the
rain pouring down around us.

"I'm cuming," Mitch moaned, starting to pull out.  I grabbed his ass and
pushed him back in, deep as I could as I felt the familiar twitch of cock in
my ass.  Brad let out a moan, as I am sure he filled Mitch's ass with cum.
The whole scene sent me over the edge as I shot cum all over the moist
hemlock needles on the forest floor.  We fucked until our dicks started
getting soft, then we headed for the wigwam to get out of the rain.  The
three of us collapsed on a large wooden bench, breathless and spent.  We sat
there gently kissed each other for a good time before Brad broke the
silence.

"What about a dip in the old mineral springs?"  He suggested.

"I had forgotten about those.  Great idea."  I got up and started out and up
the trail, the others followed close with Brad bringing up the tail of our
troupe.  I took a slightly overgrown fork in the path and headed up a steep
rock path.  The original mineral springs were in an outcropping at the top
of the path.  We had since piped the water directly from the source in the
ground to supply the compound, but the original pool remained just as the
Indians found it decades ago.  I stuck my foot in to make sure it was not
too hot, then stepped in.  It was more pungent than the water we now mix for
our pools at the compound, but warming to our cold bodies.

I tossed some leaves aside and we all sat down as the water enveloped us.  I
started playing with my two dicks, getting them hard again in no time.  Brad
and Mitch started kissing.  I stood up out of the water and selecting my
fist cock, Brads, sitting down on it with little resistance.  I moved my ass
up and down its length, before abandoning it for a new cock, Mitch's.  I
bounced back and fourth a few more times before shoving my cock into the
center of their kiss.  They broke off as Brad swallowed my head, and Mitch
licked and kissed the base of my cock, moving to my balls for interest sake.
  I shoved my cock deeper into Brad's throat before pulling out and sitting
on Mitch's dick again.

"Enough of this" Brad said as he pulled me up and laid me over a boulder at
the edge of the pool.  The moss growing on the boulder felt good on my
stomach as Brad leaned against me and started fucking my ass.  Our bodies
were steaming from the water, but I was sure it was also the friction.

"My turn" Mitch said as he pushed Brad aside and placed his cock deep in my
ass.  He fucked me hard.  "All lubed up with my cum, hey Brian?"  He said as
he thrust deeper, slapping his balls against my cheeks.  Brad pulled at
Mitch and started eating my red ass hole.

"Yes, this is a great cum flavored ass."  Brad said as he pulled his tong
away and replaced it with his cock.  I was lying on my belly flat on the
boulder, both my hands grasping its sides.  Mitch had to follow, pushing
Brad aside one more time and taking a few licks at my ass before placing his
hard cock in and giving me a few more strokes.  "Let's see how this tastes
now," Brad said as his cock went in again.  This time he grabbed my chest
pulling me up and let out a groan as he filled my ass with his cum too.  The
pulsing of his cock diminished as he pulled out.  Mitch pulled my ass cheeks
apart and started eating the cum that was now dripping out of my hole and
down the inside of my thigh.

He ate hungrily before shouting, "I can't take this", and quickly shoving
his cock into my ass cuming almost immediately.  His quivering cock shoot
his sweet cum deeper into my ass, mingling it with Brads.  He pulled out and
fell backwards catching himself on a nearby rock.  Brad then leaned in and
started eating my ass out again, while he reached between my legs with a cum
covered hand and started stroking my cock hard.  It was only a matter of
seconds before I came, in what seemed like buckets.  Brad caught several
good spurts of my cum and massaged it into my aching ass hole before licking
it out again.  Brad loved cum as much as ass.  The two together were his
delight.  Mitch came in for a few good tastes before we all collapsed back
into the pool.

The walk back was filled with periods of kissing.  At the edge of the
compound, Brad fingered my ass hole and licked it clean, smiling.  We headed
back to my apartment where we fell together on the bed kissing and petting
ourselves to sleep.

Mitch left the next day to go back to town.  Promises were made of visits,
on both sides.  Brad and I would miss him, but somehow we knew that the
mystique of Windfort would bring him back.  We spend the next few days a
little more quietly that usual, but the routine would swallow us back up
soon enough.

Thanks for reading, if you have comments, please feel free to send me a
note.  I am curious to hear how you enjoyed the forest fuck fest (fff).
More adventures will follow...