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Though I had grown up in the bayou country south of New Orleans, I had gone north after college to seek fortune, if not fame. After about ten years in New York City, the money was coming in and I really enjoyed living in Manhattan. The pace there is fast, though, so after a business meeting in Memphis I decided to take a few extra days, go back to Louisiana to visit family and drive leisurely through some of my old haunts.

I drove south across the Lake Pontchartrain causeway and headed west for a few miles before turning south. The new elevated highway cut right through the swamps, but I wanted to travel on the old roads that I remembered, so I exited down to the ground level. This is what I remembered and, except for the omnipresent elevated highway which paralleled the old road, things were pretty much the same - a languid bayou alongside the road, cypress swamps draped in moss, white herons standing about, the occasional turtle, snake or even alligator. All quiet, and with very little noise except for the traffic hum from the elevated road that I had just left.

After about a mile I came to an area that had been cleared and bulk-headed for use as a boat launch. I recognized it very well, since I used to come here for fishing and crabbing when I was in college at LSU. In those days it was used quite regularly but, since the new highway had been built, this area seemed to be neglected and overgrown and there was only one pick-up truck with a boat trailer in the parking lot. I drove into the lot, parked my car and decided to just sit on the grassy part of the bulkhead, get some sun and enjoy the beauty and tranquility. I took off my shirt and tennis shoes and just kept on my running shorts. Just like in the old days I planned to luxuriate in the pervasive Louisiana heat. If nobody was about I might even sunbathe nude.

The bulkhead was partially screened from the road by a thicket of reeds. I sat down after checking for snakes and other unwanted critters nearby. I hadn’t noticed it earlier because of the thicket, but now I saw a small aluminum skiff anchored in the middle of the bayou, and I guessed, correctly as it turned out, that it belonged to the pick-up truck with the trailer. I say I noticed the skiff, but it’s more accurate to say I noticed the guy in the skiff.

He was standing in the boat, his back to me, casting for fish with his rod and reel. He was shirtless, nut-brown, slender, about 5’9”, well-built without being obnoxious, wearing tennis shoes and faded, threadbare and very short cutoff jeans. His hair was straight and jet black, just like so many of the Cajun boys and men around here, and cut to a medium length.

He cast, reeled in, cast, reeled in without seeming to get too many nibbles from the fish.

After about five minutes, he turned around to fish from the other side of the boat, saw me sitting on the dock and nodded a silent greeting, as is the custom in this area. I nodded back. Now I could really see him - mid-twenties, good-looking face, luscious smooth chest, nice legs and biceps, great tan. If the fish weren’t biting I certainly was! He continued fishing, and I continued admiring his sexy physique. I wasn’t very shy or reticent - I didn’t live in New York for nothing - so whenever he’d see me looking at him I wouldn’t turn away but just kept looking at his face and body. I may have even licked my lips!

After about five more minutes of casting with no luck he reeled in, lifted his anchor and started his motor. He started drifting down the bayou with the current, but the engine caught and he soon maneuvered the boat around and headed to the boat launch. As he went past he looked me straight in the eyes and flashed a beautiful smile. My heart actually skipped a beat and I felt a simultaneous twinge in my loins.

As he was beaching the boat I got up and headed over to give him a hand. He was already on shore with the rope from the front of the skiff, the rope that he would then have to attach to the winch on his trailer. I knew he had to back up his trailer into the water before starting the winching process, so I’d offer to hold the rope until he did so.

It was though he was waiting for me. I went up to him and asked if I could help. “Sure. Just hold on to this rope and I’ll back up the trailer. My name’s Rodney, but I prefer Rod.” I shook his extended hand, introduced myself and took the rope from him. He got in his pick-up, started it up and backed the trailer down onto the slope of the boat launch and into the water. He took the rope from my hand, flashed another smile and proceeded to winch the boat up onto the trailer. I just stood there, admiring his perfect torso as he worked, though I did help guide the boat onto the trailer’s runners. His face, chest and arms were beaded with a fine coating of perspiration as he worked. He got into his pick-up and drove back up into the parking lot, trailer and boat in tow. I had a feeling he wasn’t just going to drive away.

Sure enough, he stopped the engine and got out of his truck, reached into a cooler still in the boat, and took out two cans of beer, plus a beach towel from the bottom of the boat. As he walked towards me I noticed the top button on his cut-offs was unfastened and the zipper about half way down. He must have just done this, otherwise I would certainly have noticed before! He was not wearing underwear, so I could see his taut, smooth, tanned abdomen and just a hint of dark pubic hairs. All I could do was stare, giddy as a schoolgirl.

He came over to me and handed me one of the dripping cans of ice-cold beer. “Thanks for the help,” he said. “Sure,” I replied, “did you have any luck today?” “Well, not with the fish, but it looks like my luck may be about to change.”

I laughed and looked straight down at the V in his cutoffs. I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock through the worn and faded denim and the head was starting to poke out from the bottom of his shorts. I wanted to strip off those shorts with my teeth, see the rest of his splendid naked body, and suck his cock down right then and there. Sure, we were in the open, but nobody else was about and I didn’t care. I wanted him and his cock in me somewhere and I wanted them now.

I gulped the rest of the beer and set the can down, took a step closer to him, and touched his crotch. He moaned slightly, and I could feel his dick quiver through the thin denim. I unzipped his pants the rest of the way and struggled to get these tight jeans down past his ever-hardening prick, but I succeeded. What a beautiful sight as his dick swung free, back and forth after being released from captivity. His erect penis was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body - a straight 7” cut, of medium circumference, dark, standing straight out from his balls at 90 degrees, all in a beautiful thick bush of glistening black pubic hair. I eased his pants down completely, and he stepped out of them, now completely nude except for his tennis shoes.

Where to start? I wanted to lick the moisture off of his entire body, bend him over and rim his asshole, whirl him around and suck his sweet dick. I grabbed on to his cock with one hand, cupped his balls in the other, and just stood there jerking him off ever so gently, stroking back and forth. A couple of drops of pre-cum nectar oozed out of the slit of his prick. I was just planning to go down on him and take his rod into my mouth when he reached over, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I quickly got out of them and just stood there with him, both of us rock hard and naked. It was perhaps the most erotic moment in my life, and yet describing it just cannot do it justice. The hot day, the hot guy, the cold beer I had gulped, the anticipation of the sex that was to come, all this was too much to bear! We stood there for a few minutes, caressing each other’s cocks, balls and nipples, then we hugged each other, body against body, prick against prick, and we continued to explore each other’s bodies with our hands and each other’s mouths with our tongues.

He then picked up the beach towel with one hand, grabbed my dick with the other and started leading me away into the thicket. We followed a rough path through the reeds until we were on the grassy part of the bulkhead where I had been sitting previously. He let go of my dick and bent over to spread the beach towel on the bulkhead, where we’d be screened from any automobiles though certainly open to exposure from any boats on the bayou. Fortunately, there were none.

I couldn’t wait. As he bent over to spread the beach towel I reached over and brushed his ass with both of my hands. He gasped, bent over further, and opened his legs so I could get better access to his button. Oh, man! I kneeled down, continued to massage his ass, but spread his cheeks apart so I could see his hole. I started licking the crack of his ass and quickly got down to his puckered ground zero. I took large licks around the whole area, then started taking small jabs with my tongue into his asshole. I reached between his legs and started stroking his hairy balls and the underside of his dick while continuing to rim him. He really seemed to be enjoying this, but so was I!

I stopped, spun him around and immediately started sucking on his cock. I was so hungry for him! I licked the mushroom head of his cock all around, then put the whole length into my mouth and kept it there. He moaned loudly as his big dick was rammed against the back of my throat while I used my front teeth to apply pressure to the base of his cock. Then I would retract, nibble on the head, and plunge back all the way down to the base, dragging my teeth and tongue ever so lightly over his cock. He dug this, and then put his hands around the back of my head and really started fucking my mouth - in, out, in, out, short jabs, long thrusts, pulling it out and rubbing his wet dick all over my face.

After about five minutes of this, both of us now sweating profusely, he took his cock out of my mouth and helped me to rise. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want to hold your cock in my mouth and have you shoot a huge load of cum down my throat. I want your dick between my legs, rubbing against my own dick until we both cum. I want you to cum all over my cock and balls so that I can jerk off with your cum all over me. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me.” He laughed easily. “Okay, now that that’s clear….”

He lay down on the beach towel, motioned for me to kneel beside him, and he immediately took my dick into his mouth and started giving me the hottest blowjob I had ever had, all the while masturbating his own cock. This was HOT, but as much as I liked having him suck me off I wanted his dick just as badly. I got over him in a classic 69. Do I need to describe how I bobbed up and down on his slimy dick while sliding my own up and down in his mouth? I would look down and see my own hard rod as it went up and down between those beautiful hungry lips, and that just made me harder than ever.

It was too much! I wanted to stop and take a breather so that I wouldn’t cum too soon, but passion overwhelmed me. I slowed my strokes in preparation for the advent of a prolonged orgasm when Rod groaned, bucked wildly and came. His hot, sweet cream filled my mouth. I swallowed it in two big gulps and kept his dick in my mouth while I shot my own load into his waiting mouth in five or six orgasmic spasms. I know it sounds trite, but the world stopped - there were no jobs, no worries, no NYC, nothing. There was nobody else except us two, exhausted, wordless, satiated, drained, lying naked on the bayou bank together.
 
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So here we were on the bulkhead on the bayou side, coupled in a 69 position, both having cum in each other’s mouths and still holding each other’s spent cocks in our mouths. Slowly, very slowly, I began to come back to reality. I was drenched in sweat, both from the incredible Louisiana heat and from the hot sex we had just had. Reluctantly, I stopped sucking on Rod’s softening but still-sweet cock and lifted myself off of him, freeing my own cock from his mouth in the process. I was wasted, woozy, weightless, the happiest I had been in a long time. This had been total sex the way it’s supposed to be -- mind numbing, earth moving, every nerve in my body still tingling -- and as natural as could be. Anything this good cannot be bad.

I rotated myself and lay down next to Rod on the beach towel but turned on my side so as to be able to look at him in repose. I keep myself in fairly good shape, but Rod’s body was perfectly formed. I don’t like heavily or unnaturally muscled guys, and Rod was slender and lithe with just enough musculature on his chest, arms and legs to make him one of the sexiest men I had ever seen. His stomach was flat, his skin smooth, his eyes brown. Though he had almost no hair on his chest, he did have a full head of fairly straight jet black hair, black stubble on his jaws, cheeks and chin, plus a lot of black, bushy, curly pubic hair. I like that too. His tan was deep - his ass was almost as brown as the rest of his body - and it was obvious he spent a lot of time outdoors.

I’ve had a fair amount of sex with men and women of different ages, races, sizes, but there was something different about Rod, something in his appearance that really appealed to me. I don’t know that I could have defined my type exactly, but whatever Rod had was right for me. I was smitten, and this had never happened to me before with either men or women.

He turned his head, saw that I was still taking in his body, and smiled. Oy vey, I thought! (The New York part of me was obviously returning to Planet Earth). “What are you looking at?” he asked. “You”, I replied. “You’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen, and that was truly the most incredible erotic sex I’ve ever had. I was admiring your body and congratulating myself on my good fortune. I mean, how lucky was I to be driving down this road today and stopping right here where you were!”

“It was good, wasn’t it? I guess I was using the right bait!”

I laughed out loud. How lucky was I indeed? Great guy, great bod, great cock, sweet ass, killer looks, and a sense of humor too? I asked him to tell me about himself.

He had been born and raised in this area and had just turned 26. He had moved with his father, mother and younger brother to Houston because of the oil industry but had moved back to Louisiana to attend college at LSU and because he missed the fishing, shrimping and crabbing around here. Louisiana is, after all, the Sportsman’s Paradise! He had received a degree in chemical engineering and now had a job at one of the refineries along the Mississippi River about 20 miles away. Since he worked Mondays through Thursdays he had three days off every week to pursue his pastimes. He lived by himself in a camp along one of the nearby lakes (a camp is usually a rudimentary cabin used for fishing, hunting or just relaxing on weekends and vacations, though Rod lived at his full-time). He said he really loved the peace, quiet and solitude around here more than anything, and he loved the outdoors.

“So, this is how you troll for guys around here, standing around half-naked in a skiff?” I asked.

He smiled. “No, this has never happened before, though I’ll be honest, I’ve often fantasized about it. People around here are used to seeing guys fishing or hunting together, but they’re not used to seeing guys suck each other off and they’re not very tolerant of anyone who’s different.” I told him that I was originally from Louisiana too, so I knew what he was talking about. I asked him what he did then for sex.

He told me that he usually went to New Orleans when he could and that there was always a lot of action there. I could, and did, attest to that. After a day and/or night of anonymous sex, though, he was usually ready to come back to his camp. He didn’t like crowds or cities. My heart sank, because I already had visions of him visiting me in New York and fucking me under the stars on the roof of my building. He didn’t have a steady boyfriend either, because no one was as interested as he was in spending so much time in the bayous, lakes and swamps. I can’t say that I was either, but a visit from time to time was certainly not out of the question!

While he was talking I had been gently fluffing his pubic area with my fingers, luxuriating in the thick growth of black hair, though I made sure to touch his dick from time to time. Though it lay dormant for a short time it was already starting to resurrect and was semi-erect. He spread his legs so I could play with his balls. I can take a hint, so I started to gently massage them with my fingertips and then started alternating between fingering his balls and stroking his cock. His dick was soon at full staff, pointing straight up, and my own was soon responding in kind. I jerked him off for a few more minutes, then grasped his cock and choked it off at the base until it was purple, massive and engorged with blood, and already a large bead of clear liquid appeared at the tip. I smeared it with my palm and used it to lubricate his own shaft. His breathing was getting heavier now and his eyes closed except for when he would glance down to see my hands on his now huge dick. What to do, what to do! Let’s see, do I suck him off again so I could drink another load of his cum or do I just continue to stroke him until he came? Both scenarios flashed through my mind, but I quickly decided I wanted to see him shoot.

By this time I was propped up on an elbow, with my mouth about six inches from his beautiful erect cock. I continued to stroke his dick up and down, gathering more pre-cum from the head and using it to lube his dick which was glistening and shining by this time. I took the head between my lips and licked it all around, then went down and took as much of the shaft as I could. I couldn’t quite make it down to the base this time because his dick was so swollen, but I did get down as much as I could. Rod was breathing very heavily now and starting to moan with pleasure. I stopped sucking his dick and started pumping it now in long, slow, measured strokes with a medium amount of pressure. He arched his pelvis and thrust his cock even further up to the sky, his body trembled and he grunted and shot a stream of cum into the air, then another, then another. He had already cum in my mouth about half an hour earlier, so the geysers only shot up about 18 inches from the tip of his dick, but it was still a beautiful and impressive sight. As the cum came down one stream splattered on his abdomen, one fell back on his own dick and one on his balls. I had the best of both worlds now - I had seen up close his cock erupt in orgasm and now I could lick up what had fallen on his stomach, from his really slimy cock now coated in his own juices, and from his musky pubic hair. At the same time I was pumping my own dick, the familiar electrical charge starting to flow up slowly from my legs and down from my shoulders, all body energy now heading to and culminating in my hard rod, begging for orgasmic release.

Rod’s eyelids were at half-mast, partly closed in post-sexual ecstasy, and partially opened so he could enjoy the sight of me slurping up his cum. I started by putting his dick in my mouth before it could deflate, and just held it there and swirled my tongue all around so as to get every last drop. I swallowed. Then I went to his balls and used my teeth, tongue and lips to capture every bit of the cream out of his pubic hair. I swallowed that too, leaving only what was on his stomach, which was the largest amount since it came from his first spasm. I licked his dwindling cock one last time and sucked out the remaining cum, and moved on to his stomach, where I licked up the rest of his fluid. I kept it in my mouth, knelt across his body, crouched over him and moved to his lips, then kissed him. He opened his lips, and I let his cum drain from my mouth into his. He moaned and moaned as he drank his own cum and as he used his tongue to swab out the remaining cream from my mouth.

With our tongues still in each other’s mouths, savoring the remnants of the taste and feel of his good sweet cum, and with me kneeling over him, Rod reached over and grabbed my cock. I wish I could say I reveled in a slow and sensuous masturbation, but I was already so aroused that I knelt straight up and came all over his chest in a complete release. My body jerked several times as my cock emptied its contents onto him. I rolled off and collapsed in lust next to him, again oblivious to all but the nearness, heat and smell of his body mixed with my cum. He used his fingers to smear the cum across his stomach and chest, then stuck his fingers in his mouth and began to suck them clean. I couldn’t help. I was weak and helpless once again, and Man, did I love it!
 

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We had both cum twice within the last half hour, having brought each other to exquisite orgasm. Usually, I like sex talk during sex - I find that adds another dimension - but Rod and I were so much in tandem we had done extremely erotic things to each other without having to say a word.

We started to revive a bit when Rod told me to wait for him and that he’d be right back. I took the opportunity to take a piss, which is what I was doing when he returned with our clothes and two more cans of cold beer. To my chagrin he started to get dressed and pulled on his old denim shorts. I got dressed too, and we just sat on the bayou bank, drinking the beer and letting the slight breeze cool us off as best it could.

“So what’s next? Where ya heading?” he asked. I told him that I was driving around leisurely, with no set agenda except to visit my family in a couple of days. In the meantime I planned to just enjoy myself, but that nothing in the future could compare with what had just happened.

“Why don’t you spend the night at my place?” he asked. “I believe there were a couple of acrobatics you still wanted to try that we haven’t gotten around to, and I don’t have to go back to work until the day after tomorrow.”

Unbelievable! A few words from him and my dick was already starting to respond. Though there was no way I could go a third round right now I could already envision us coupled again in sexual embrace and that mental image headed straight to my dick, which started getting ready for action! I chose to ignore it for a change, trading immediate gratification for an unhurried suck-and-fuck fest in the future.

We finished our beers and headed back to the parking lot. I was to follow Rod to his camp in my car. We drove along the old road about three miles, then turned off to the left on a dirt road that went under the elevated highway. We drove for about a half mile further and arrived at his camp which was located on an inlet or bay off of a larger lake.

It was a simple house surrounded by a screened porch and was built on pilings so as to keep the house above any floodwaters and to capture as much breeze as possible. I grabbed my bag and helped Rod carry the cooler that he took from the back of his boat. He also carried in the nefarious beach towel covered, I’m sure, with our sweat and cum. I couldn’t take my eyes off Rod’s ass in those short cutoffs as he mounted the steps ahead of me. Rod opened the screened door and we walked onto the porch and then into the house itself. The place was nice, built of unfinished cypress in and out, not run-down as a lot of these places were. Rustic and charming, or maybe my eyes were still clouded over with lust.

“Let’s go for a swim”, Rod suggested. I thought that an excellent idea since I was gamy and sticky from our sessions. We went down to the bay’s edge, almost a lagoon, where there was a short dock built out into the water and a small sand beach fringed with palmettos. Paradise found! Rod had started taking off his cutoffs before he even got to the water’s edge so that he was naked as he sprinted for the beach. I followed his firm, brown ass with my eyes until he plunged into the water. I stripped too, left my clothes on the dock and joined him in the water. It was so cool and fresh and clean that I could actually see the sandy bottom.

Rod used some type of soap in a bottle to wash himself, then handed it to me. He rinsed off, then headed back to shore to “get dressed” and start fixing dinner. I swam around some more in the cool water, then decided to go back in myself. Rod was preparing the outdoor grill. He had put on black shorts and a tight black undershirt that showed off his body and tan to perfection. I couldn’t compete with that, so I settled for black boxer briefs and a white T-shirt. My back and shoulders were tingling from a slight sunburn.

While Rod was putting shrimp, fish and zucchini on the grill, I got two cold beers from the ice chest and sat down at the adjacent picnic table to count my blessings. One more blessing was on its way - Rod lit up a joint and offered it to me. Anything missing? Let’s see. A private beach and lagoon? Check. Cold beer and fresh seafood? Check. Good pot? Check. Hot guy who I knew from experience was as raunchy and uninhibited as I was? Check and mate.

We finished eating by the glow of an oil lamp, but mosquitoes started to buzz around so we decided to go inside. My lust-filled visions of sex on the picnic table, sex on the dock, sex on the beach, sex in the woods were all not to be, but I was sure something equally good was in store. I had had just enough food, pot and beer, and I was horny.

Once in the house, Rod lit a few oil lamps that cast a romantic yellow glow around the rooms. We went into his bedroom, where we both quickly undressed each other. We stood face to face again as we had on the bayou bank, touching and stroking each other’s cocks and exploring each other’s balls with our fingers. This was so gentle and leisurely compared to what we had done earlier in the day. Then Rod had me sit on the edge of the bed and pushed me back. He had me lift my knees up to my chest and spread them so that my cock, balls and asshole were all exposed and open to him. He got down on his knees and started to suck my balls, tickling them ever so lightly with his tongue, then putting one, then both in his mouth. He kept them in his mouth, sucking them gently, and using his tongue to probe them and his teeth to pull gently on the pubes. Ball play is one of my favorites and never fails to drive me wild. He released them, then took my hard dick between his lips and started to go up and down on it, tickling the head with his tongue while continuing to play with my balls with his fingers. A little bit of this was going a long way and I kept clutching at him so I could bring him near to me in another 69, but he wouldn’t bring himself within my range.

He stopped sucking my cock and went further south, stopping at my balls again for a moment with his lips, then went down to my tingling asshole that he proceeded to lick. He licked all of my nether parts - scrotum, ass crack, asshole - up and down, moistening everything with his wet tongue, driving me crazy with desire. I was on the point of begging him to fuck me when he wet his finger and began to tease the area around my puckered asshole, then slowly inserted it, then a second at the same time. He moved his fingers around and massaged my prostate gland while he continued to play with my balls with his other hand. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore he withdrew his fingers and grabbed a tube of lube. I stopped him. I had taken larger cocks up the ass before and I didn’t want any lubrication. His cock was wet with perspiration and pre-cum, and that was good enough for me.

He stood forward and slowly inserted his rod into my anus. I was delirious by this time. The open position I was in made it very easy for both of us, so he inserted his cock all the way up to the hilt, then started to fuck me over and over, in and out, in and out. With each of his thrusts I clutched him to me, trying to drive all of him home. The entire bottom part of my body was aflame with desire and each of his thrusts brought me closer to orgasm. The rim of my asshole was on fire, a fire that just increased in intensity as he continued to pound my ass. He would alternate - short and fast, long and slow - then he would just keep it in me all the way while I used my stomach and ass muscles to squeeze his dick. He started driving in and out again, faster and faster, moaning, his eyes hooded in lust, his pace quickening. His handsome face was covered in sweat again and contorted in sexual passion. I was close to orgasm from the wonderful ass fucking I was getting. All of a sudden, he pulled out of my ass, held his cock in his hand and spurted his cum all over my hard cock and tight balls, just as I had suggested to him earlier in the day. I immediately smeared the load over my cock and started jacking off for all I was worth. Fucked so hard and lubed as well as I was with Rod’s cream, it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum too. As I started breathing heavily and moaning and writhing Rod grabbed my cock and started jacking me off, my cock slimed with his semen. I grabbed on to the headboard, arched my cock upward and shot a huge load up into the air. Some of it hit Rob in the chin, some landed on the bed, some back on me. I lay back exhausted, and Rob lay down on top of me, his cock between my legs in simulation of male/female copulation. I held him to me, our mixed cum lubricating our heaving and panting bodies. I cleaned his face by licking my own cum off of his chin.

That was it for the night. Three sessions in one day was all I could take in spite of my visions of an all night suck-and-fuck marathon. Instead I was exhausted by the day’s round of sex, beer and marijuana. Rod was obviously tired too because he rolled off of me and soon fell asleep in a fetal position. I molded my body against his, my soft dick up against his lovely smooth ass. I luxuriated in the smell of his body as I fell asleep too with my arm around him, pleasant Louisiana breezes washing over our bed.
 

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Rod woke me up the next morning by gently rubbing and stroking my ass cheeks, a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. I turned over to see him sitting on the bed already dressed in shorts and polo shirt. He handed me a mug of hot, black coffee.

“Hey, if we’re going fishing today we’d better get moving.”

Fishing? What a great idea. My dick and ass were too sore for me to consider more sex any time soon, so it would be pleasant to recover while spending the day with Rod. I asked him if I could spend the night with him again. He smiled and said he had been hoping I was going to.

He told me he had already gone for his usual morning swim but that he figured the city boy might like to wash up before breakfast. Still naked, I went down to the beach, walked into the bay, washed as I had the day before, and then swam as vigorously as I could. Invigorating! Then to the picnic table for a breakfast of fresh figs, peaches and dry granola - no wonder he was so healthy and in such good shape! I went up into the house and got dressed and when I returned Rod had already loaded up the boat with the ice chest and rods and reels. I got into his truck beside him and we drove off.

It took about 25 minutes to drive around the lake to a small store/post office/boat landing. Rod picked up his mail and bought gasoline, ice and bait. I paid for a fishing license and bought a bottle of bourbon, then we set off in the skiff.

It was beautiful out on the lake. There had been a thunderstorm last night - I hadn’t heard a thing! - so everything was refreshed. I know I was. There were a few other fishermen about, fish were jumping, pelicans were flying overhead. Rod drove around to show me the lake, then we fished for an hour, moved to another bay, fished some more, and so forth. We ended up with seven nice-sized speckled trout.

We returned to the boat launch area in the early afternoon and traded five of the fish with the store’s proprietor for some fresh tomatoes, okra and cucumbers, then headed back to Rod’s camp. When we got there we unpacked, cleaned the fish and put them on ice. It was time for bourbon ice and some swimming!

We took our clothes off and lay down in the sand near the water’s edge, sipped our drinks, talked, smoked a little pot, and swam all afternoon. Rod brought out some porn magazines and we took turns reading some of the erotic stories out loud to each other.

After an early dinner of fish and vegetables, we decided to go to bed. I asked Rod what he wanted to do. He replied that we had done almost everything I had wanted, except to fuck him. He’d never been fucked before and wanted me to be the first!

We were already relaxed from the sun, food, pot and bourbon so we sat back against the headboard and I read a few more hot porn stories to get him in the mood. He started playing with his cock while I read, so I stopped to watch and admire for a few minutes before going down on him. I licked then sucked his shaft until he was fully erect, then asked him to turn over face down on the bed with his legs spread and his hard cock splayed out between them. I caressed the underside of his dick and massaged his hairy balls. I then massaged his ass cheeks, softly and then with increasing pressure, but I stayed away from his asshole for the time being. I straddled him and massaged his back, shoulders and upper arms. In the meantime, my own hard cock was stabbing his butt cheeks and I slid it down between his legs until it was pressing against his balls and cock. He closed his legs to make a tight space for my dick to fit. It fit nicely, and I started pumping. Rod started arching his butt and used his hands to spread his ass cheeks apart so that my cock was rubbing lengthwise against his ass crack and asshole. It was obvious he was turned on.

I got off of him and asked him to get on all fours at the edge of the bed, his head and arms down and his ass in the air. He did so, then spread his legs. I used my tongue to lick and wet his crack, then put my lips up against his puckered hole and inserted my tongue, all the while pulling on and stroking his magnificent dick up and down, back and forth. His asshole wet from my saliva, I started making circles around his hole with my finger, circles that kept diminishing in size until my fingertip was right on his asshole. He was squirming and writhing by this time, clutching the sheets and begging me to fuck his brains out NOW, but I continued to play with his ass and then slowly inserted a finger. He gasped and stopped moving. I inserted my finger even deeper, withdrew, inserted deeper, withdrew, inserted until it was all the way in. Once there I wiggled it around and started tickling the inner parts of his rectum. He started writhing in sexual heat again, telling me that he’d never felt anything like this before, that he’d been wanting a cock up his ass for a long, long time and to please fuck him.

I withdrew my finger and lubed it from the tube Rod had tried to use the night before, but which I had declined. I could now insert my finger very easily and moved it from side to side to prepare him for what was to come - my prick, which I lubed and then lodged against his button. I pushed in gently and he pushed against me firmly. I was planning on taking it very slowly considering his was a virgin ass, but he rammed back against my dick all at once until I was plunged all the way in. He gasped out loud in a combination of pain and surprise then exhaled in pleasure and started moving his ass around, my hard cock impaled within. In turn I started fucking him slowly, then faster, then very fast. He was pulling on his pud the whole time and started bucking as he shot his cream onto the bed, the sphincter muscles of his ass squeezing and retracting on my dick. No pussy or ass had ever felt this good before, and I came in multiple spasms in his no longer virgin ass. I collapsed against him, wanting to stay in that position forever, but my dick soon started to come out of his ass. When it did white cum came out as well and leaked down onto his balls.

We lay together side by side for about thirty minutes to catch our breath, his ass still oozing cum and me lying in the wet load he had shot onto the bed. We talked about how it had felt, how good it was, how happy we were with each other.

It was still fairly early so we got up, washed and cleaned up a bit, then had a beer and some more pot on the screened porch. We sat side by side, looking at provocative pictures in the pornographic magazines, commenting on the guys and their preferences, reading passages from stories to each other again. There were some interesting activities depicted in the magazines and in the stories, and we talked about how we’d like to try some in the future. We then went back to bed, settled for sucking each other off one last time in a 69, which is how our sexual relationship had started just yesterday, and fell asleep together.

The next morning it was time to continue my trip to visit my family before returning to New York. We both realized that this was more than just casual sex, so we decided to meet again in New Orleans for a three-day weekend in about a month’s time. When we do so I’ll write about what happened then.

So I said good-bye and drove off, keeping Rod’s image in my rear view window as long as I could.