Date: Sun, 11 Oct 1998 13:48:29 -0700
From: Gordon Sclater <remembrances@canada.com>
Subject: Autumn Dunes
Autumn Dunes
Wily(.)CEE
(c) 1996
Driving along a narrow strip of pavement barely one and a
half lanes wide, wind blown strips of sand eddies cross the
road in front of us wherever there is a break in the wall of
dunes that run alongside the road. My hand rests on the
stick shift, yours resting on mine, a blanket draped over
your legs to ward off the autumn chill that clings inside the
car. You never cease to amaze me, my maGNali, so intuitive,
so secure, beyond your fifteen years, my primal nature kept
subdued lest that fragile thread of common bond be broken.
From the tapedeck, Petshop Boys' "Behavior" fills the inside
of the car with mellow words and a soothing rhythm. The
dunes have built up to form a trench along which the road
follows, the dunes held to ground with clumps of dune grass
and scrub brush and trees bent in tortured shapes by the
prevailing winds off the Atlantic. There has been no other
traffic on the twisting road in a half hour, the sky a
blueblue crystal dome overhead.
A break appears in the dune on the right where a track cuts
across the road, heading off into the dunes at right angles
on both sides. I know the ocean is off to the right
somewhere but where does this track lead? It's only an hour
before the noon hour, the sun almost as high as it will get
for late in October so I slow to a stop and back up to have a
looksee along the track.
The track is hard packed sand from much use during the peak
tourist months, but a wind blows through the cut drifting
sand across the pavement as I ease the rental car right onto
the track. There isn't much to see as the track twists and
turns ahead of us through sand swells, the brush crowding to
the edge of the trail. We drive ahead for only five minutes
and a clearing appears on the left, what must have been a
parking area earlier in the year, deserted now of course, and
I pull the car in to stop off the trail but in the open. The
clearing is surrounded by dunes as well with several breaks
about the clearing leading off to who knows where. Stepping
out of the car, we are greeted with an intensity of hot air
trapped between the dunes, the heat radiating up from the
hard packed cream coloured sand.
I don't need to ask if you want to take a walk among the
dunes as you take my hand, maGNali, and lead off towards a
break in the wall of brush and sand. But I pull back and
make to climb the dune. Digging into the loose sand, two
steps ahead, one back, it's only maybe fifteen feet high and
we find ourselves looking out on a wilderness expanse of
rolling dunes and scrub brush that end some five hundred
yards at what must be the Atlantic Shore, the Ocean
stretching to the horizon. The only living creatures seem to
be a few small birds flitting among the bushes and ourselves.
Slipping and sliding down the slope to the parking area I get
the blanket from the front seat of the car. The wind over
the dune as we stood at it's crest was definitely cool so I
drape the blanket around your neck and we head off once more
through the gap you had chosen to explore. The path winds
it's way through dunes and brush while the wind rattling the
dry branches overhead is all that stirs a sense of isolation.
Following twist and turn it would be easy to get lost but our
footprints in the sand make a trail like the fairytale trail
of crumbs left behind by Hansel and Gretel.
Not surprising we come to another bowl-like clearing in the
dunes. It's large, one hundred feet across with a large gap
in the dune that looks out over the ocean. The gap is
whiskered with brown/green dune grass lying flat and raked by
the prevailing winds through the gap. Today the air is still
with the winds coming from the south-east and heat radiates
up into our face while the sound of the autumn Atlantic wind
blowing overhead the dichotomy of the season and
circumstance.
You walk to where sand cascades down the slope of a dune to
form an incline and throw out the blanket to make a cosy
place for two dear friends to settle beside a thorn bush and
enjoy the serenity of the situation. We simply stretch out
on the blanket to enjoy the heat radiating up through the
woven wool, maGNali, to heat our bodies as we cuddle up close
in the centre of the blanket. Your shortness of stature and
leanness of body diminishes your physical presence by so
verrrrrrry little, maGNali. I am drawn inexorably to you no
matter how much I struggle with my desires while emotions
direct me to drape an arm over your shoulder and hugg you
close.
The sun has neared it's zenith, adding to the intensity of
the heat absorbed within the sand and the surrounding dunes.
The heat is not oppressive, but it certainly invites removing
clothes so I think nothing of pulling my pullover over my
head and roll it up into a ball to pillow your head. As you
raise your head for my offered pillow I lean over you to kiss
you, to stroke my lips across yours, to plant a kiss on the
end of your nose and smile into your eyes, not a grinning
open mouthed smile, but a subtle upturn at the corners of my
mouth, crows feet accentuated at the corners of my eyes.
Your fingertip upon my cheek is light, maGnali, tender, an
expression of your winsome nature but when directed at me, it
expresses the caring you feel for me. Laying back down, your
hand follows my face to rest against my throat, your silk
shirt sleeve cool on my naked chest.
With the sun's energy bathing my bare chest, with it's
intensity and the solitude of the hollow among the dunes, my
desire to expose my all to the sun's rays is natural as I
snap the button at my waist, the dark hair over my belly ends
at the top of my fly. The harsh sound of my fly unzipping is
loud against the ever present rustle of the wind blowing thru
gnarled bushes and a whisper as it ripples the dune grasses
that cling tenaciously to the ridge of shifting sands. You
peek from slightly parted eyelids to see my pants slide over
my hips and come off to be folded into a pillow for myself.
My sigh is hushed in the solitude as I stretch out totally
naked to the sun, it's intensity a welcome feel, my body limp
with unashamedness. The fact you lie there clothed in
impeccable fashion with no more concern than the sparrow
flitting in a nearby bush, maGNali, only augments the placid
scene. Do I radiate this sense for you, maGNali? As you
scan my naked body through half closed eyelids, stretched out
beside you? I know you are not ashamed to be naked. You've
enjoyed the pleasure at Sunshine Shores... perhaps the
presence of others more the drawing factor?.... the sense of
risk what makes it exciting?
But this is different, isn't it, maGNali. It's just you and
me in isolation so you rise to follow suit, removing your
clothes casually to snuggle up close, to press your naked
flesh against my sun-warmed body, draping your leg across
mine, your arm across my bare chest, and I slip my arm around
your neck, to cradle your head in the crook at my elbow.
Neither of us is aroused by our nakedness but more in tune
with nature, the sigh of the wind, the chitter of the
sparrow, the smell of the ocean in the hot salty air,
maGNalli, a lone seagull surfing the air currents high
overhead occasionally screeching it's presence, the radiance
of the sun at it's zenith. Were someone to pass by at that
moment, they would see two guys at one with nature and each
other. The heat induces a drowsiness that envelops us, the
sound of your breathing settles into a rhythm in synch with
my own rising and falling chest and time drifts with the odd
white puff of cloud sliding across the blueblue dome
overhead.
It's a couple hours later I wake to the awareness of chilled
feet as a shadow creeps across the clearing to edge over the
foot of the blanket. The heat of the sun hasn't slackened
off only enflamed my awareness of my instinctive interests
and it's arousal by your nakedness pressed to my body. But
is that natural? By my thinking, my arousal is as natural as
the hunger of the sparrow still scratching about in dry
leaves beneath the bushes. My cock swells to press against
your thigh between my legs. You stir. Your fingers play
over the rim of my ear. There is no intensity in either of
us beyond the desire for physical closeness, that intimacy
one feels for another.
Your hip is hot under my hand as I stroke your naked skin,
the velvety softness unique to the human animal. The feel of
my cock against your thigh triggers that part of your brain
controlling your circulation, re-directing blood to build in
pressure within your penis, maGNali, to swell it, to retain
that blood, to increase your nerve ends' sensitivity to
touch, to cause your foreskin to pull back exposing more of
your glans further increasing the sensitivity of firing nerve
ends.
It's not an intellectual awareness, maGNali, but a physical
response that triggers my own erection to continue expanding
to a hardness pressed tight against your thigh inspiring you
to rub your thigh against it for the feelings it raises in
you as well as those you know it raises in me, your own
erection pressed to my leg. But the heat of the sun induces
a somnolence in you to just roll over and cover my body with
yours, our manmembers pressed together, the sun beating down
on your bare back, your head resting on my shoulder, your
nose against my ear, your tongue stroking the nape of my
neck, your hands pressed to my naked hips, physical contact
your only desire. I am content to just have your weight on
mine, maGNali, to stroke your sun warmed back, to slide my
hands down to feel your sun warmed velvet buns beneath my
hands, to grip you tightly to me, to feel your legs between
mine stretched out their length, emotional connection that is
as real as the physical body contact between us.
The shadow creeps up our bodies, the sharp contrast between
chill and sun powered body heat, becoming more and more acute
for me and a shiver that passes through your body in my arms
signals the same awareness in you, maGNali. We either move
or continue to be enveloped in the chillness of shade. The
decision is easily made as you slip to my side and rise up to
sitting, pulling your legs up and out of the shade. I don't
waste any time doing likewise, draping my arm around your
shoulder to retain the closeness we feel for each other,
nature heightening that closeness by the intimacy of the
surrounding dunes and scrub.
I nuzzle my lips against your bare arm, slide my tongue over
your shoulder to kiss the rim of your ear and play my other
hand down your hairless chest to cover your softening cock,
maGnali, to feel the heat of rising sexual arousal once
again. The stirring blood within my body is directed towards
my groin stirring my own penis to retain it's swollen state
of tumescence and you instinctively bring your free hand down
to grip it tightly and release it repeatedly enjoying the
feel of it's hardness within your grasp, to feel the subtle
texture of my skin hot within your hand. I am content to
stroke your lovely skin, maGNali, to breath in your male
odour deeply, to fire up your aura of feelings for me that
radiate from you like burning magnesium bathing me with
emotional heat and light just as physical as that fire
pouring down from the sun.
The desire is there to delve into the pleasures of sexual
excitement, but the time has slipped away beyond the point of
leisurely climbing to that height of orgasmic satisfaction we
both crave here and now, maGNali. Rising, we pull the
blanket higher up the sandy slope, each of us at a blanket
corner. Stepping back into the centre of our covered patch
of sand, I slip my arms around your waist and pull you close.
The burning radiance pouring from your deep gray eyes, fills
me with desire to love you right there on the blanket,
maGNali, only I slide my hands down over your bare butt to
make our physical connection tight and binding. Moving your
mouth to mine, you probe for my tastebuds, shared lips
tingling with firing nerve ends.
Your weight in my arms increases as you try to settle to your
knees, your purpose is obvious under the circumstances,
but I settle to my knees in time with you as we ease back to
cuddle in the middle of the blanket, limbs entwined, I can
only guess what goes through your mind as I think of blue
summer skies and smells of barbequing steaks on a grill, the
music of a flight of Canada Geese heading south for the
winter those months ago. In time you rove your hands over my
body to come back to leaning over me, my body in your shadow,
and lower your face to mine and return that kiss I planted on
the end of your nose with one of your own on the end of mine.
As much as I want this time to continue forever, maGNali, the
sun dictates our time here is near over as the shadow marches
forward. A shiver passes through my body and you reluctantly
but sympathetically roll back to sitting at my side. You
proceed to dress and I follow suit in quick order prodded by
another shiver. The day is not over, just a spell of
enchanted oneness shared with nature for a few hours. With a
toss of the blanket, our time spent with nature is over, and
you drape the blanket over your shoulder, maGNali, taking my
hand in yours as we follow the trail of crumbs we left in the
sand. We free the dunes of our presence returning them to
what they were before our arrival, our presence soon to be
erased by the wind sweeping over the sand.
In short order we are back to the clearing where the car is
not alone, but a second car stands parked alongside. We
can't but chuckle to each other, maGnali, thinking thoughts
of who and where and what could be going on out there in the
dunes. Had the other or others passed by our private time
with nature? But neither of us is concerned with what has
been but with what will be when we get back to the
Guesthouse. We climb into the car and drive off to connect
with that strip of pavement that will take us to that height
of animal pleasure often experienced since we'd made that
first commitment but scant sixteen months ago. You return
your hand to resting over mine, the connection between us
intact.