Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 17:58:05 -0700
From: Dan B <pnub1113@gmail.com>
Subject: After All Those Years - Chapter 4

Author's note:  This is true story and this is my first attempt to capture
it.  It is really fun for me to recall all these events.


I had already packed my bag the night before, so I went home from work on
Friday, changed clothes and drove to Steve's home.  As I drove into his
driveway I saw has pickup truck loaded with a four-wheeler strapped in the
bed of the truck.  There were two coolers and a big orange water cooler.  I
walked to the door and met Steve and his wife, Cathy.  After greetings and
goodbyes, Steve and I went to the truck.  In the back seat were two fly rod
tubes, two fishing vests and Steve's bag.  I loaded my bag in with Steve's
and we drove away.

About a mile down the road I started talking about days gone by and I never
stopped for about three hours.  Steve just smiled and commented every once
in awhile.  He could see that I was excited about this getaway.

Our first stop was to buy fresh eggs.  Check!  Our second stop was for
groceries.  Check!  After storing the groceries in the coolers and in the
back seat, we carried on.  Everything was becoming very remote in my mind.
I saw quiet beautiful ponds, rolling hills and no street lights.  Our next
stop met me with a surprise.  Lights just came from nowhere as we stopped
at the Canadian border checkpoint.  I said,  "We're going into Canada?  I
thought your camp was in Maine?"  "It is."  Steve said.  "Now let me do all
the talking."  "Ok" I said.

We filled out a small form, showed our drivers licenses and birth
certificates and got back into the truck.  I should have known when Steve
asked me to bring my birth certificate weeks ago.  Fortunately I remembered
to bring it.

Anyway we drove about a half mile and turned left.  He drove another three
or four miles and turned left onto a dirt road.  I had not seen any lights
or houses for about two miles.  He kept driving and the road narrowed.
Suddenly he stopped in front of a chain across the road.  He told me, "Get
the keys from the glove box.  Go unlock the chain and let me drive over it
and then lock it back up."  I did this as he climbed out of the truck,
reached into a cooler and pulled out two beers. He popped the tab and
handed it to me. I generally do not drink beer but today it tasted great.
It was early evening by then and about 80 degrees.  "We  just crossed from
Canada into the U.S." Steve said. "What?" I said.  "You have a key to the
United States?"  "Yup" he said.

We drank our beer and stopped in fifteen minutes to take a leak.  It was
funny that we both walked away from each other and peed so that we were
hiding ourselves.  I guess that is a guy thing.  Lol

We kept driving until finally we turned left at the bottom of a hill.  By
this time I was really feeling the five beers.  The road narrowed so brush
was scraping on both sides of the truck.  "What happens if we meet
someone?" I said.  "We won't" he said,  "but if that ever happens someone
has to back up until they find a place to pull into the woods."

Everything was "pitch black."  That means without the lights of the truck
we wouldn't be able to see our hands in front of our faces.  We stopped and
the lights were shining on a shingled camp.  Steve backed up and turned the
truck around so we were now facing back down the road.  He turned off the
lights and everything was black!  "Here." he said as he handed me a
flashlight.  I found his hand and took the light.  We got out of the truck
in the dark and I followed Steve to a 100 lb gas tank.

After turning on the gas  we unlocked the only door and entered.  I could
see that camp was one big room.  Steve lit a gas light and we went back to
the truck for coolers, water and the extra food packed into the back seat.

"Now," he said, "you get to learn how to light the gas refrigerator."  He
gave me wooden matches and he removed the bottom panel below the door of
the refrigerator.  We both got down on the floor and he explained what I
had to do. I was tempted to say, "Now that I'm down here is there anything
else I can take care of?" I didn't say that damn it.   After three matches
I finally got the pilot light to stay on and I heard the compressor start.
We got ice cube trays, filled them and put them into the freezer.  By
morning we would have ice cubes.

Let me give you a view of the inside of camp.  As you stepped into camp
there was a sink, cupboards and a gas stove on the left.  The small dining
room table was on the right and a wood stove just beyond that. On the back
wall were four bunks beds.  Yes I said, "Bunk beds."  There were two upper
and two lower.  They were constructed with wood with very little padding.
Each one had a sleeping bag on it.  Steve claimed the one of the left and
told me to take the one on the right.  When in bed our feet would be almost
touching.

Gee what was missing with my "view" of camp?  The bathroom?  Right.  It was
outside and it was a single holer as opposed to a two holer.  You don't
need a tour of it or its smell.  Yuck.

Steve fetched his stash of whiskey from the cupboard, two glasses and a can
of 7 Up.  I got two sandwiches and some chips and we sat at the table to
eat.  Conversation was lively as we chatted again about the past years.  He
told be about his stint in the US Air Force, his marriage, the birth of his
two kids and his work history.  I had already told him most of my stuff
during the three hour non-stop talking.

I thought it was interesting that we both "talked around" our swimming fun,
me beating off each night and banging the headboard against our common wall
and the day he decided that I was going to suck his cock.  We drank,
finished our sandwiches and decided to play Cribbage.  Keep in mind we both
had already drank five beers and now we were drinking seven and sevens
while I lost at Cribbage.

All that drinking made us both have to pee every half hour or so.  When we
had the urge we just went outside and chose a tree.  About 2:00 a.m. we
decided that it was time for bed.  We both stripped to only our underwear
and got into our sleeping bags after turning out the gas lights.  It was
dark like no other dark and silent.  I mean really silent.  No traffic, no
planes, no sirens.  Nothing!

"Cumfy?"  Steve asked in the dark.  "Yes" I said, "You?"  "Yup, real cumfy."

There was a big gap of silence followed by, "So do you remember when we
worked at the camps and would go swimming in the afternoon?"  Steve asked
out of the blue.  "Oh yes I remember very well."  I said.

"Remember when we would stroke each other off in the water and the cum
would rise to the surface making us jump out of the way so we wouldn't get
it all over us?" Steve said.  "How could I forget?" I said.

"Do you remember the day I tried to get you to suck my cock?" he said.  "I
remember that day like it was yesterday," I said as I felt my dick coming
to life.  "Do you regret that you didn't suck me off?"  Steve said with a
trembling voice.

"There's no time like the present." I said.  There was a short silence
followed my a quiet groan and "Holy shit I've got a wicked hardon."  With
that said I open my sleeping bag.  My own dick was throbbing.  I crawled
from my bunk to Steve's without touching the floor.  As I straddled his
legs I reached for his now uncovered cock.  I gripped it gently and stroked
it a bit.  "Holy fuck!" he said, "That feels fantastic."

Keep in mind that it was still totally dark, so "feel" was the only way to
stay in touch, so to speak.  I rubbed a finger over the head of his dick
and felt precum. He groaned even louder. The more I stroked, the more
precum leaked out of his throbbing cock and ran down my hand.

I stretched my body forward a bit, found his face and kissed him gently on
the lips.  Immediately I sensed that kissing was not and would never be a
favorite thing for Steve.  I had forgotten that he was not experienced like
I was.

For a brief moment I lay on top of him grinding our dicks together.  The
precum made it feel like we were fucking each other.  In a way we were.

I slowing scooted backward straddling his legs again.  I stroked his cock
again and when the groaning got louder I took his cock into my mouth and
went deep throat to his pubes.  He groaned and his back arched like he was
going to cum.

"Oh my God," he said, "I have never felt anything so fantastic!"  "I am
very close to cumming."  I started sucking harder as I slid his cock in and
out of my mouth.  "Oh God I'm going to cum!"  Steve said, as I continued to
assault his six inch thick stiffy.  "I'm cumming!" Steve said as I held
fast and he unloaded a bucket full of cum down my throat.  I could feel his
cock pulsing in my mouth and knew that cum was still shooting from his slit.

When he finished he just lay still as I licked him clean. His cock was real
sensitive so he jumped a few times as I licked. I wish I could have seen
his face to get a better feel on what this experience really was like to
him.  I stretched my body forward again and lay next to him in the narrow
bunk.  He could feel that my cock was still hard.  He reached down and took
my cock in his hand.  "Shit, this is a better hand full then it was back
then."  Steve said.

"It works better than it did way back then." I chuckled out loud.  As I
said that he stroked me two or three times and I exploded all over his
stomach and chest.  "What a mess!" he said and we both laughed loudly in
the dark of the night.

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