Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 19:34:44 -0500
From: Luiz Pagan <Aparicio45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beer, Beef, Buds & Moonlight

We were on our way to our favorite camping spot.  It took so much effort to
pull ourselves away from the persistent tentacles of the urban monster that
both provided for us and drained us of our vitality and the simple joy of
being alive.  The enclosed pickup was packed form front to back with all of
our supplies.  We pointed our vehicle north from the Twin Cites.  The
congestion of the expressway and in our heads disappeared as the sky and
terrain stretched out blue and green and peaceful.  Our destination was he
Superior National Forest, the Arrowhead above Lake Superior.  Greenwood
Lake lay off the Gunflint Trail.  The time passed with music from the CD
player that I kept feeding and feeding and the scenery flew by with the
wind: Pat Metheny, the Howlin' Wolf, Rueben Blades and Billie Holiday.
Almost there, we stopped to fill our water jugs at the Temperance River,
sweet and clear the water flowed.

Dan, a sturdy 5-foot-10 Ojibway-Norwegian man of 36 seasons, with shoulder
length raven hair, opened the back of the truck, lifting one door and
lowering the other as he unlocked it all.  We both reached at the same time
bumping heads and shoulders.  Laughing we rubbed our heads and then fell
silent as our eyes met in a warm, steady gaze, grinning.  We knew what the
other was thinking/feeling: "I can't wait to get you in the sack, sweet
mother fucker!"  We grinned and laughed some more as we crossed the road to
the all-season, ever flowing water pump.  Fifteen minutes and we were ready
to go again after a quick piss.

In another hour, we were at Greenwood Lake.  Well off the road and deep in
the woods, we came to a parking lot with maybe 4 other vehicles.
Fisherman, we thought as we spied their boat trailers in tow behind each
pickup.  Dan and I walked out on the pier, surveying the lake, the sky and
woods that embraced the water's edge all around.  We unloaded the canoe and
supplies and then carefully packed the canoe at the water's edge for
balance and compactness.  That done, we ate the buffalo beef summer sausage
sandwiches I had packed and chased it with Creamy Dark Ales from the
cooler, the ones with the rich emerald green labels, a north-woods motif in
the moon light.  Yeah! What a little moonlight can do!  Beef, beer, buddies
and moonlight that is...

Smooth skin, maple sugar brown, muscles bulging and taut, I gazed at Dan
and tranced-out, lump in my throat, saliva flowing now.  I climbed into the
bow of the canoe while Dan steadied it at the stern.  One foot in the boat,
he pushes off with the other and we glide upon the water and a loon calls
from across the expanse of the lake.  Calm, smoothe, steady we stroke out
into the middle of Lake Greenwood.  The city is thankfully, even further
behind us.  In 20 minutes we approach the island, pines cathedral high.  We
are...high.

As we unpacked, we uncapped 2 more creamy darks, sipped and then pressed
our bodies together, breathing deep man musk, pinesap, rich damp soil and
ale.  All is well.  Tongues slip out, reaching, touching.  Tongues wrestle
tongues, slick sliding.  Lips got sucked, breath got breathed.  Fire.

"Break!!! Let's get this shit put up and away and settle in for the 3 days
man!"

We unpack and pitch the tent and screen house.  We hoist the food up into a
tree to protect it from critters.  We place a grate over the fire pit
stones.  We are home!  I pull out the last of sandwiches and give one to
Dan.  He throws his hair back and takes a deep bite.  He chews, he grins,
he hums.

"Good huh?"

Perched on a 3-foot stone seat, I move behind Dan, placing my hands on his
shoulders, I dig into his muscles and massage. He purrs and I lean over and
kiss his head and laugh.  He grabs back of my soft-wooly head and pulls my
mouth to his... a soul kiss.  I love this man.

Dan rises, takes my hand and pulls me toward the tent.  The zipper rips
open before us... now behind us it purrs down, down and the buttons of our
shirts pop open one by one by one, till the air touches our warm skins and
now hands caress breasts and abdomens.  I pinch Dan's nips, lean forward
and suck his lips.  Everywhere is home with you man.  Earth.

His hands glide up and down my back and then slide between my crack,
incased in my underwear and he squeezes my full ass.  I press my Levi clad
groin against his, hard mound against hard mound.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Hummin'
along, familiar as a song, passion pushes us on more, to explore.

Buckles click.  Zippers purr.  "Tighty whities", bulging. Pubes peek out
from elastic bands, stretched.  Chest press together again.  I feel his rod
against mine hard.  We lie down on our backs and raise our hips as we slide
our trousers, shoes and socks off kicking them toward the door.  In the
distance the waves sigh and lap the shore and the loon laughs out loud.  We
turn toward one another our wet lips slippery now with saliva.  I move
toward Dan's ear licking and whispering.  I bury my nose in his neck
sucking, tasting.  Then down to his nipples.  Nibbling, sucking one, then
the other, nursing sucking, earnestly -- sighing, sucking, humming.  This
is good, a righteous journeying down to his belly button.  My tongue scoops
into it and taste the sweat and musk of his body's flesh and bone
geography.  The forest of pubes tickle my chin.  His phallus pokes my neck.

I grab his cock in my fist and stroke.  I look up at his face reading the
ecstasy there.  I moan with him.  Up-stroking on his cock, the skin covers
the tip.  My lips nibble the wrinkled cuff of skin at his cock head.  My
tongue tickles it, licks it and fucks the cup of his foreskin.  I take the
corona into my mouth swirling my tongue around it.  I press it within the
ring of my lips and earnestly stroke beneath his cock head with the flat of
my tongue.  Yum!

Dan grasps the back of my head and pulls me down on his shaft.  It jabs the
back of my throat and I almost gag.  I slide up on his prick.  My mouth is
dripping and his rod is soaked.  I wipe my chin with the back of my hand
and dive back down again on him.  He is fucking my skull for real now.  I
hear him breathing with my breathing.  I grab his balls yet let him fuck
on.  We are working together like musicians playing a duet.  It's "all
good".  It all goes together so smoothly.

There is only him now in my senses: pubes, flesh, musk, pre-cum, sweat, and
his ass cheeks in my hands.  We twist and turn like snakes.  I hold on to
this cock and the next thing I know, I am on my back, he has my dick in his
mouth and he is pulling me deeper into him, sucking away, my ass is his!
We look like some ancient symbol of unity/eternity in this configuration
now.

His cock in my mouth stretches as far as it can go now.  I hear Dan whimper
and moan and pant heavily like some desperate demon.  It wont be long now.
I scream around his cock.  I hold his dick in my fist so it won't escape my
mouth and throat.  I pulses, stretches and shoots!  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!  I get it all!  Fucking cum shots sweet and salty.  I
gulp and lick and drink every drop.

I lay back and he works on me wanting the nectar from my nuts too.  "Oh my
god!"  Working my length he drains every drop shot of cum that I blast
through my shaft into his head fucking, fucking, fucking, pulsing, drained
and panting now, wasted, happy, dazed and floating.

I wonder who will get hungry first and start the evening meal.  For now I
am content to hold him, legs entwined, chest pressed together, heart to
heart.  Far from the city, on an island in the north woods, the scent of
semen and pines is in my head.  I dream in the defused afternoon light as
the waves lick the shore.

The moon is full tonight.  It may be good night for a hike and getting high
on the wonder of the aurora borealis.