Jim and Chad, Part 2 - 2. Chapter 2 (s)

Chapter 2 (s)

 

I finally get to my first waypoint in the hike. Echo Cliff is a spot on the south trail that juts out from the side of Kyle Canyon. It's about 1,300 feet up from the canyon bottom and the little town of Mount Charleston, Nevada. The view is nice, not great, but still nice. I take a few pictures and look at my watch to see that I'm about an hour and a half into my climb, which is a little behind schedule. The really steep part is coming up, so I stop for a few minutes to drink some water, eat a protein bar, and "pay the rent" on the milk I drank for breakfast this morning.

 

The sun is barely up, still low on the horizon, and coming in at a low angle like it always does in the early morning. It hits me only when I'm out near the edge of the cliff; the ridges along the side of the canyon had been casting shadows on the area where I'd been hiking. It's now warm enough that I take off my coat but leave on the long-sleeve shirt over my t-shirt. Because there's no wind and I'm still warm from the hiking, I also roll up the sleeves. While rolling up the second sleeve, my eye catches the way the sunlight reflects off the hair on my arm. It lights up the brown hair and makes it look golden, and that quick image reminds me of the morning of July 4th. With a big grin on my face, I pick up my daypack and start up the next leg of the hike.

 

The morning of July 4th had been seared into my brain, not only from what I had seen, but also from the intensity of what I had felt physically and emotionally with Chad. Since it was a holiday and we didn't have to work, I had hoped to sleep late and then spend some "quality time" with him, both of us in bed connected together multiple times in multiple ways. Unknown to me, however, Chad had a different, and much better, idea about how to spend that early morning together.

 

I remember waking up about an hour before sunrise with Chad rubbing his hot body gently against my back. His hand was under my t-shirt with his fingers lazily combing through the hair on my chest, and from what I could feel, or didn't feel, he was already naked. He kept insistently pushing his hard-on into my ass crack with my thin cotton underwear as the only barrier between us. When he reached down to fondle my hard-on, I instantly knew that I really, really had to do something else first.

 

"Chad, I gotta piss."

 

I heard a chuckle followed by a quiet "So you're finally awake. Wondered how long it would take you." He gently but insistently groped my crotch and pushed his hard-on into my ass crack a little harder, and a second later I felt the heat of his breath on my ear followed by some light nibbling.

 

"Okaaaaaay, I get the message. Just give me a minute or two in the bathroom." As he chuckled quietly, I gently pushed his hot, hairy body away, got out of the bed, and groggily walked to the bathroom while scratching all around the base of the hard-on that threatened to rip my underwear.

 

When I'm this groggy with a hard-on, I always sit on the toilet to take a leak, primarily so that I don't have clean up anything later due to aiming problems. This time I must have fallen back asleep while sitting there because I soon heard a chuckle followed by, "Hurry up, Jim."

 

"Well, you're the cause of the problem. You've got me so hard I can't do anything. So stop hurrying me, will ya?"

 

The bathroom and bedroom were mostly dark except for a small night light on the wall beside the bathroom door. The darkness helped to block some of the sexual tension in my brain, and I was finally able to relax and deflate enough to get some much needed relief.

 

Unfortunately that didn't last for long. Chad soon walked in, and one quick glance at the outline of his nicely built body in the dim light caused my cock to stiffen quickly and my bladder muscles to shut tightly again. I knew his stats by heart: six feet tall, 46 inch chest, 36 inch waist, mostly muscle but a little layer of padding here and there because of a desk job. Although I couldn't see it in the dim light, I knew that chest was all lightly covered in hair with a wide, thick trail over his six-pack abs and down to his hairy, nicely developed crotch. Connected to his crotch from below was a set of nicely muscled, hairy legs. Luckily with all the exercising we'd done together, I wasn't too far behind: 6 feet 1 inch, 46 inch chest, 38 inch waist, hairy chest and abs, and a nice package below. And that's really pretty good for someone who's "a little older" than Chad.

 

He reached under the counter, grabbed two or three large towels and a small towel, reached into the drawer to get something else, then turned to leave. As he turned, backed by the dim light near the door, I saw his 7 inch hard-on sticking straight out from his furry crotch. That image alone got me rock hard again, making it damn near impossible to relieve the mounting pressure in my bladder.

 

"Meet me on the deck, without the t-shirt and underwear. And use some mouthwash, too," Chad said.

 

"Uuuuhh, okay." As he turned and left the bathroom, I thought, 'What the hell is he up to now?'

 

After I relaxed enough to finally finish taking a leak, I got up and stripped off my underwear and t-shirt, rinsed my mouth, and walked groggily through the condo to the deck. Before opening the sliding door, I took a look outside. My condo was on the top floor of a multi-story building, and it overlooked a secluded part of the Chesapeake Bay. I could say that the deck was fairly private, because nobody on the ground or any other floor in the building could see what was happening on the deck. However, any boats on the water closer than two or three hundred feet could see two bodies on the deck and immediately know what they were doing. But at five in the morning, I didn't think we needed to be too concerned.

 

I looked down and got a good look at Chad. In the early morning twilight, I could see him lying on his back, his hand wrapped around and slowly stroking his cock with a gentle, up and down twisting motion. His eyes were closed, and the look of ecstasy on that nearly-perfect face made my cock respond, growing incredibly hard again in just a few seconds.

 

I quietly slid open the door, scooted out, and quietly slid it closed behind me. Once outside, the first thing I noticed was how warm and humid it was. It was going to be another hellish day, probably reaching over a 100 degrees with a heat index in the 110s because of the high humidity. Luckily there was a slight breeze every now and then to cool things. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling when a breeze blew between my legs, swirled around my cock and balls, and up and over my chest and back.

 

Chad brought me back to reality when he reached up and wrapped his hot hand around my cock. I noticed that his hand was well lubed and thought, 'Ah, so that's what he got out of the drawer.' As he stroked me, I moaned quietly. Then he grabbed my balls somewhat tightly with his hand and pulled me down to the deck, gently guiding me into a position on my back with the door on my right and the deck's handrail on my left. Once there, he held me down for a moment, then spread my legs and moved into place over me. I'm not always sure that I know what Chad wants next, but I would have been a complete idiot not to know that morning.

 

Quietly I protested, "I thought I get to top you first thing in the morning."

 

Chad lifted my legs, moved into position between them, and with a huge grin on his face, leaned on a hand and moved down until his face was within a couple of inches of mine. He used his other hand to move his cock around, circling and teasing the outside of my ass muscle, pushing gently but insistently against its tightness. After a few seconds he quietly responded, "I know it's morning, but it's still dark. I always get you first when it's dark outside, especially since we didn't do anything last night." At the same time, he began to push his almost-two-inch-in-diameter, fleshy steel rod ever so slowly into me.

 

I gasped and groaned loudly and uncontrollably as his well-lubed cock bored into me, the head popping past my ass muscle and into me after about five seconds of strong pressure and the initial, near-ripping feeling of pain that comes with it. Even before he popped into me, he pressed his mouth to mine trying to silence my groans so the neighbors wouldn't hear us.

 

While kissing me deeply, he continued to push into me, his cockhead moving ever so slowly past my prostate, spreading my chute walls as it conquered me, walls which then collapsed back tightly around his thick shaft after his even thicker cockhead slid slowly by. The pain was quickly replaced with an intense pleasure as one after another of those seven inches slowly disappeared inside me. Deeper and deeper he went until I finally felt his furry balls against my ass cheeks.

 

He waited until I stopped groaning, then he pulled his mouth away from mine. In a near-breathless whisper I said, "Daaaaaamn you're fucking huge this morning."

 

He kissed me again, pulled his face back and grinned broadly, then leaned down again to plant a trail of little kisses from my lips over my cheek, down onto my neck, and finally stopping underneath my ear. "I've been wanting to do this to you for a couple of months. Wasn't the right time until now. So I'm a little harder and a little more excited than usual." With that said, he slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out, then pushed all of it back into me as if to punctuate his words with an exclamation point of a larger variety.

 

The pressure of Chad's hardness against my prostate quickly caused my body to respond how it usually does: my ass muscles started to alternate between clamping tighter around him and trying to push him out. As always, his unyielding steel rod completely and perfectly filled me, not too large to cause continual pain, but still large enough to stretch everything in an intensely pleasurable way. I moaned loudly because of what I felt deep inside, moans which he quickly silenced with deep, French kisses.

 

Our tongues battled it out for dominance. However, knowing that his tongue was losing, Chad began to fuck me slowly, his cock moving in and out of me in that slow pace where I could feel every response of my ass as it molded around and gripped his cock. The slight upward curve of his cock made sure his cockhead rubbed against my prostate every time he pulled almost all the way out. I wish I could have held out longer, but slowly and surely I surrendered to him, tongue and all, sometimes gasping for breath between our deep kisses.

 

Chad pulled his face away from mine and smirked. "You're so easy. You didn't tongue battle me much this morning."

 

"Fuck you, you cheater," I said breathlessly. "You know what your cock does to me."

 

He grinned victoriously over what he'd done, and how he'd caught me so off-guard. "You can make me pay for it later."

 

"Damn sure count on it," I quietly responded.

 

But no matter how quickly he'd entered me and how painful it had been initially, all the pain had quickly dissolved. I thought I was in heaven, at least until he picked up the speed of his thrusting a little. My heart rate followed his increase in tempo while I thought, 'Ooooooh maaaaan, this is better than heaven.' I arched my back a little, squeezed my ass muscles a little tighter, and moaned softly in response to the new, more intense feelings that his faster drilling caused deep inside me.

 

I didn't know my response was having an effect on Chad until he leaned down close to an ear and said in a husky, out-of-breath voice, "Fuuuuck. You feel like a vise around me." After he caught his breath again, he nibbled my ear, then kissed me deeply, so deeply that I could have sworn his tongue touched the back of my throat.