From: Steven Wren <ulv@earthlink.net>
Subject: Fireside Chat
Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 23:46:29 -0400
Organization: Earthlink Network, Inc.

Fireside Chat
by Ulv
24.JUL.96

I have always been a huge fan of the outdoors. Some of my earliest 
memories are of my dad taking me fishing in the many lakes that dot the 
interior of Florida, and the beach was certainly never more than a bike 
ride away. I grew up spending as little time inside as possible inside. 
Since I had everything to make me happy within easy reach, I never had 
a huge desire to travel. 

I had a friend, though, who was the kind who had to get out of town as 
soon as he graduated from high school. He didn't get along too well 
with his parents and needed his space. I stuck around and went to 
school in Gainesville. 

One time Jeff called me from Ohio and invited me to go hiking in West 
Virginia with some of his buddies. I convinced one of my college 
friends to go along and we made a long weekend road trip. All it took 
was three days in the woods -- I was addicted to mountains. I couldn't 
believe I had wasted all those years in the great Floridian flatness. 
In the next few years I made trips up to the Appalachians every chance 
I could get. Jeff started getting serious with his girlfriend and 
wasn't able to come along as often, so I called on friends in North 
Carolina and Tennessee. My last two years in college I hiked the 
Appalachian Trail twice.

Frequenting all the mountain outfitting stores in the Southeast and 
reading plenty of hiking and trekking magazines, I had many 
opportunities to see pictures and hear stories about hikes in the 
Rockies. The exposed rock, sheer faces and snow-capped heights really 
got my adrenaline going. So with a little help from my folks in the 
form of a graduation present, I decided to take a trip out to British 
Columbia on a two-week hike in the deep wilderness. None of my close 
buddies could make it -- Jeff , for one, was saving up to buy an 
engagement ring. 

But some guys I met on a trip to North Carolina were all over it. They 
all went to school with another friend, Scott, near Raleigh. Eddie was 
from New Jersey and talked a lot -- and fast. He played basketball 
mostly, but got into hiking with his buds. Luke was an affable, smiley 
type from Raleigh. Will was a very laid-back dude from South Carolina. 
He was a Phishhead and liked to bake ceremoniously around the campfire 
at night and in the morning before setting out. 

We set ourselves up with topographical maps and studied the area, north 
of Kamloops, before we went. We were all experienced, so we didn't feel 
we needed a guide. What we did do this time, though, was take a radio. 
There's no wilderness on the East Coast that's more than a very few 
miles from civilization, but out in Western Canada things are 
different.

I met those guys in Atlanta airport and we eventually made it to 
Vancouver. We rented a car and took a couple of days to drive up to our 
beginning point. The mountains were incredible. I was eating it up -- 
evergreens everywhere, granite slabs rising from the forest with ice in 
the crags ... my eyes were in heaven. And the air was so clean and 
quiet, it was amazing. We saw bears and caribou and eagles nearly every 
day.

The fourth day out we crossed a glacier. I would have loved to check 
out some of the fissures, but we packed light and didn't have any good 
climbing gear. Next time. On the way off the glacier we were climbing 
down the moraine when Will took a bad step and sent some big rocks 
tumbling. Luke got swept up and was pinned between a boulder and a tree 
carcass. One of the branches lacerated his right leg badly in the 
middle of the thigh, and his shoulder was broken. He was a little in 
shock, but the rest of us were all immediately relieved. Half of his 
pack was crushed by the boulder -- he had missed the same fate by 
inches.

Eddie and I cut him out of his pack while Will ran to fill our canteens 
with more water. I tied a tourniquet and Eddie cut off the leg of 
Luke's jeans. We got out my first aid kit and disinfected and dressed 
the wound, then set his leg and then shoulder in splints. Everything 
was under control, so we all sat for awhile to get over the panic.

No one needed to mention that the trip was over. It was a bummer, but I 
don't think anyone really thought of that too much. The important thing 
was to get Luke out of the woods and into a hospital. Will got up to 
get the radio out of Luke's pack and called us over, cursing. It was 
deep inside, wedged under the three-ton boulder. The three of us tried 
heaving the thing for about 15 minutes, but we weren't getting 
anywhere. It was starting to get dark, so we decided that this would 
have to wait till morning. Eddie and Will carried the three remaining 
packs down to a suitable place to camp, then returned to help me carry 
Luke down.

We all slept in one tent that night, since Luke's was even further gone 
under the boulder. It was tight, especially since we all tried to give 
Luke as much space as possible.  In the morning, after trying again in 
vain to free Luke's pack, we decided that two of us would have to go 
back to get help. Sticking to the main trail, with any luck, we might 
run into someone with a radio. Will and Eddie decided to go, and since 
we only had one tent, I made them load up on blankets and sleeping 
bags.

After the other two left, I got busy gathering firewood and -- what a 
martyr! -- fishing. I caught a few nice-sized trout and grilled them 
over the fire. Luke and I sat around and told stories. He was in a fun 
mood despite everything, and he kept making me laugh. Will was kind 
enough to have left behind his baggie for pain reliever. We smoked up 
and enjoyed the fire and the noises of the woods.

Luke scooted across his log to try to take a piss, but being 
incapacitated from the accident and a little from the weed, too, he 
ended up tumbling over and pissing all over himself. We both roared 
until the returning pain took Luke's mind back from the laughter. He 
groaned and asked for a hand up. I sauntered over and pulled him up by 
his good arm and sat him on the log again. I tossed him a clean pair of 
shorts and he fumbled a couple of minutes with his jeans and underwear, 
wincing. He had his wet jeans and underwear halfway down his thighs, 
but he couldn't get the leverage to get them off without scraping 
painfully over his wound.

"Need some help?" I volunteered.

"Fucking hell. I guess."

I went over and gently eased his right leg over the bandages, then slid 
them down. But he still had his boots on, so I had to untie them after 
the fact, with him sitting naked in front of me.

"While you're down there..." Luke taunted.

I ripped his wet jeans off and pulled them over his head. He threw them 
off and reached for his clean shorts, but I was too fast. "Whatcha 
lookin' for?" I asked.

Not to give me the least bit of childish satisfaction, he just 
pretended to forget about it and sat on the log. He even spread his 
legs a little to ugly me into giving him his shorts. I just went and 
sat on my log and looked into the fire. But during this game we each 
kept glancing over at each other, and it was making us a little edgy. 
And I have to admit, it was a chore not to keep my eyes from pausing at 
his crotch as I looked from his face to the fire. In fact, I was 
beginning to notice his good looks and his muscular thighs, too. Luke 
is about 6'1, with blond hair with pretty long bangs, and a short blond 
beard. I hadn't thought too much about it before, but I could tell he 
was in good shape.

All this was making me think of my circle jerk experiences with some of 
my friends in middle school. Long time ago. I thought I was on top of 
that shit. By now we both had sort of embarrassed half-grins on our 
faces. We knew exactly what was on our minds, but hell if either one of 
us was going to stick his neck out. So I tossed him his shorts.

But he couldn't put them on any better than he could take the jeans 
off. We caught each other in another smile and I noticed that his dick 
was starting to grow. Well, so was mine. With him on the defensive it 
was no big deal for me to just stare at his cock as it bobbed up into 
the air. I stretched my legs out to accommodate my own expanding crotch 
and Luke nonchalantly brushed the back of his hand along his dick.

"Grab it," I said.

He wrapped his fist around his shaft and slowly started to work it up 
and down. Then I started to rub my balls and squeeze my cock through 
the denim. I could feel the heat through the material despite the fire 
in front of me.

"Let's see whatcha got," Luke said.

I wasted no time in getting my boots and jeans off. Luke also took off 
his shirt, so we were soon buck naked with raging hard-ons in front of 
the campfire. I kept standing and stroked my meat and looked at him 
masturbating, his eyes riveted on my crotch. I walked over and reached 
my hand down to grab his dick and he popped mine into his mouth with no 
further ado. I gave out a little moan and ran my hands through his 
hair. He just bobbed up and down the length of my shaft, using his good 
hand to fondle my balls and tickle my asshairs. His hot mouth sliding 
on my cock felt great, with the occasional solid sensation of his teeth 
thrown in for flavor. I didn't want to come immediately, so I backed 
off and said softly, "Let's go in the tent."

Luke answered, "Dude, we've got plenty of time. Let's get off right now 
and we can do it again a million times later."

I ruffled his hair and drew our two heads together for a second, then 
went down to give him some attention. As I placed my hands on his hips 
I could still feel a little clamminess from the urine. I drew his cock 
into my mouth and wanted nothing more than to suck him off. My hands 
ran all over his body, playing in the light dusting of blond hair on 
his pecs and gently pinching his nipples. As I sucked his dick I tried 
to make lots of saliva for a slippery ride. I fondled his balls and 
stuck my middle finger on his asshole. He liked that just fine, so I 
spit in my hand and lubed up his hole enough to work my finger all the 
way in. When I got to his prostate he let out a deep breath. I brought 
my other hand down to pump his cock as I continued sucking, and began 
to feel his anus contracting on my finger. He bucked his hips and 
struggled against a gasp and pumped load after load of hot cum into my 
mouth. Goddamn it was great to drink him down!

We were both covered with sweat. After recovering for a minute, he drew 
me up to his mouth and he kissed me, savoring the taste of his jism. 
Then he motioned for me to stand all the way up and he took my dong in 
his mouth again. This time he took it extremely slowly. He knew I was 
excited and wanted to get me off teasingly and tenderly. That lasted 
about two minutes before I could stand it no longer. I let out a deep 
sigh and released a shuddering torrent of semen into his mouth.

Still radiant and drunk from our orgasms, I helped Luke up and walked 
him over to the tent. The single sleeping bag was not going to be the 
least problem.

To be continued. Recommendations welcome.