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  My skin moved inside him, bunching at the top, cap sliding over my head, scrubbing my rosy helmet, then stretching back, rolls and fold bouncing off his pulsing gland, speed-bumps coiled around the middle of my aching shaft.

  By pulling my hard hot shaft clear of its velvety sheath, the friction in his hot gut flicked at my exposed inner skin like small fireworks. He squealed and shuddered. His head was hanging over the edge of the bed, fringe flying. His neck veins standing out from his skin like cords.

  I leant my hands on his chest and thumbed his fat nipples, sucking at his throat. I thrust, his ass squeezed back against my cock, the bud inside skipped over the rim of my cock, jittered over my natural speed-bumps once more. I undulated my abs against his slick fuck-pole and bounced his balls all at once. Pulling back I felt the skin bunch again, his red-hot insides cooling as my sheath covered my hard cock again. I thrust, fireworks, spots flickered behind my eyes. He was moaning continuously now, I knew he was close to popping.

  I pumped at him slowly, working my own cock inside him, pacing the hot and cool sensations against his fiery friction until my nipples ached and my ass tingled. His legs started to clench spastically against the small of my back, heels driving into my kidneys. Michel twitched and moaned frantically, his face as red as a beet above where I licked, sucked and nipped. This was driving me wild, I could feel the echoes of his orgasm rising in me, my cock felt red-hot, his heat swirling around me.

  “Ohhhhh! God.” Michel screamed, his body twitched and bucked. I hung on as his ass clamped around my shaft with incredible strength. The fat, slimy cock against my belly shuddered and spurted sticky white cream onto my fingers where I was kneading his left teat. His balls went hard and hot against my navel and his head rolled and swung above my lips. I grabbed his throat with my teeth as my cock spurted my cream up his ass. I roared and grunted as his body shuddered under me, mine jerking on his, spearing him.

  “Ah! Baby, fuck… baby…” I groaned as my cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He came for a long time, me too. Finally, we both went limp together, laughing stupidly. I pulled his head back onto the mattress, and sucked at his cream while we got our breath back.

  “That was boss, Andy” He panted, still red in the face. “My best yet!”

  I slipped three fingers into his ass and rubbed inside his gut. “I’ll say!” I panted. “You got great sex. Come like a bitch, too.”

  “Sssshhh.” He shushed and pulled me close “Hold me.” He murmured.

  I kissed him long and slow and tucked his head onto my chest and lay staring at the ceiling. He dozed off. I idly stroked his cock while his breathing filled the room, deep and slow.

  I drifted off with him next to me, body limp, mind troubled. Michel and I were great together, but this wasn’t something I wanted all the time. Him to move in… did he even want to?

  Where did this all lead to, what bit of me did I have to shut up to commit to a sexual relationship? Fuck it, he was my friend and a good one at that. Was this going to spoil anything we had between us? I hoped not.

  “Hmmm. Andy?” Michel muttered sleepily “What’s up?”

  “Nothing buddy.” I kissed his forehead “Just happy, is all.” That was the truth. It struck me all at once. I was happy for the first time in a long while, and I wasn’t as lonely anymore. Michel had brought me something precious and I wasn’t going to fuck it up by trying to push it somewhere it wasn’t going by itself.

  “Me too,” he smiled sleepily, dozed off again.

  We slept together through the night, the hot darkness spoilt only by the distant town lights twinkling at the bottom of the hill. Sometime later his fat cock found its’ way into my ass again and I lay, stretched to the limit and loving the feeling, quietly, almost without moving. He kept it in me, still as he could, gently filling my gut with more of his hot cream, kissing and touching me, my leg draped over his hips, while his hand jerked me off in time to his breathing. My ass sucked at his fat bone with every breath I took, our hips moving with small undulations, nothing more. His soft mouth ran all over my back and neck and his gentle hands tweaked and squeezed me into another huge come. I fell asleep before I realized I was awake.

  The next morning saw us still lying together and still as comfortable with each other as ever before.

  “Nothing changed, Andy.” Michel smiled into the morning sun, looking ruffled but as good as ever. “I didn’t think it would, but it could’ve.”

  “You’re right, Baby.” I grinned “I don’t think it will with us, ever.” Happy, and peaceful, I stretched. “I’ll get coffee up front. Let’s find something else to do today. It feels like the rest of my life just started.”

  Chapter Two

  So, what do I know about my new life? I guess I must recap. My name is Andy, and I live in a small town in North Carolina state. About eighteen months ago, I moved from Seattle with my then-fiancé June to Storyville because she had been transferred. The only job I could get was a nightshift systems administrator for some satellite communication station with her firm, so I took it, mainly to be with her. It was a long contract, with terms, but it was essentially a four year commitment. As it turned out it was one of the dumber career moves I had made because she and I broke up five months into the move, and I was high and dry. The job was good, the pay was great but I didn’t get to meet many people and I hardly get out much if I work all night. Also, there were some things about the job that, once I started it, I couldn’t tell anyone about.

  Still, I am pretty flexible when it comes to things like that. I had no-one to tell, and I spent the rest of the time working off my stress with exercise, so I guess I am super-fit. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I pump iron with my gym partner Michel. Tuesdays and Thursdays I cycle and swim, Saturdays I hike or stroll or jog, depending on how I feel. Still, ten miles is ten miles no matter how long it takes you.

  Earlier in the year, I had posed for our gym in a thong for $50, thinking it would show my face to the towns folk and show off how much work I had put into my physique. I say it before and I say it again, I am very proud of my body. The campaign went well, and the membership picked up quite a bit. Although the town is fairly hard-working, there didn’t seem to be much association between exercise and fun.

  Still, for the photo-shoot I decided to trim my body hair and I liked it so much I decided to keep the look. It also encouraged me to start swimming again seriously.

  The town has a big sports club besides the gym for the Mill, and a big indoor swimming pool because it gets so hot and sticky down here. Also, there are a couple of natural pools in the state park behind the town, so it wasn’t lack of swimming places that was a problem. In a roundabout way, I want to tell you about Kyle.

  Kyle is all-American. He’s on the short side, around 5’9” with cornflower blue eyes, white-blond hair and the widest smile you ever seen. He’s twenty two years old and works as a Ranger in the State Park.

  One day shortly after the pictures of me got put into the local action bar, I was taking a Saturday afternoon jog in the Park. It’s pretty wild out there, the state budget for maintenance has been low for some years. I rounded a corner in the overgrown trail and literally ran into someone standing there. We both went sprawling, and I thought I heard a snap of something as I went down. I greyed out for a few moments, but when I came to; I noticed that the other guy was still down. I thought he had broken something, so limped over as quickly as I could, trying to remember as much first aid as I could. When I turned him over, I saw Kyle.

  He was breathing steadily, and there did not seem to be any neck or head injuries that I could see. I ran my hands over his skull to check for any dangerous softness that could spell a cracked skull, but that was all right. So was his neck and collar-bones, I was puzzled. He stirred while I was checking his arms.

  “Don’t move, I am sure I heard something snap.” He was still pretty groggy.

  “Ok, mister.”

  I ran my hands along his ribs, and then down
his legs and straightened out his left leg from under him, checking to see if there were any fractures. I ran my hands over his hips and then I felt up along his spine. I couldn’t find anything at all.

  “I don’t get it, I’m sure I heard something snap. You feel anything wrong, kid?”

  “No sir, I feel fine.”

  “Well then try to stand, then, slowly.”

  I watched as he stood up, shook around a bit and then bent to retrieve his hat. As he lifted it out of the undergrowth, I saw the rotten branch he had landed on snapped in half where he had been sprawled. I bent to pick it up. I felt like such a fool.

  “Ummm, I guess this doesn’t count as a medical emergency.” I blushed “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

  “Hell, I have to wear this camouflage stuff every day. If I stood still for too long, even I wouldn’t see me.” He flashed me a thousand watt smile and re-seated his hat.

  “Thanks for worrying about me. Not many people would know first aid around here.” He grinned at me, “My name’s Kyle.”

  “Hi, I’m Andy.” We shook hands.

  “Talking about first aid, that’s a cut you’re sporting.” He pointed at my right leg.

  I looked down and saw blood trickling from the bottom of my running shorts. “It’s nothing.”

  “No, but if I leave it, then I’m not doing my job. Also, if you’re jogging through here and it stiffens up, you’ll never get out of the park before closing time.”

  “Good point.”

  “My station is just a little way down the path. Let’s get that seen to.”

  About half a mile down, my leg did start to throb. “Shit, you were right.”

  “At least I earned my money today, here Andy, lean on me, it’s not that far anymore.”

  I slung my arm over his shoulder, and he steadied me by placing his hand in the middle of my chest. I didn’t need that much help, but then the trail steepened and then hugged the banks of the stream. I nearly slipped off the path and fell another ten feet onto the rocks below. I yelped in fright as my stiff leg slipped off the bank.

  “Easy, Andy. I got you.”

  “Thanks, Kyle.”

  It took us longer to get down the root-cluttered bank than I would have liked, but those ten minutes were pretty strenuous. At the bottom of the bank, instead of turning left as I would have done to get to the gate, Kyle steered me right, towards the river. There was a large flat bank of small round pebbles, a natural ford of some kind. I offered no resistance, and he steered me easily over the pebbles, around, out of sight of the path. We rounded a steep bluff of earth and roots, and to my surprise stopped short at a door in the bank.

  “What’s this?”

  “Didn’t know this was here?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “Now you’re one of the few that do, c’mon, let’s get you inside.” He opened the door and led me into a large series of rooms made in military style concrete. There was a pillbox style slat in the side of the room where we came in which looked out over the stream towards the gate, and an office with charts and maps in the room beyond. I limped into the next room and was surprised to see more rooms behind that one. One can, a kitchenette and another two rooms, with two government-green painted cots in each of them. Only one of the cots looks like it had any blankets over the mattress.

  Kyle came out of the kitchenette holding a large first aid box and pointed to a canvas chair in the office. “Sit down, let’s see what’s wrong.” I did as he asked. He swabbed at the dried blood, then rolled my shorts higher. His left hand slipped higher along the inside of my thigh, while the right found the cut just below my hip.

  “The cut’s not serious, the bruising is not serious, but I really think what is troubling you is the poison oak.”

  “Ah, just great.”

  “Hold there a little longer, I’ll get a band-aid and some ointment. It’ll sting like hell, one on top of the other.”

  “Sure.”

  Kyle came back with some more cotton swabs and hiked my shorts up to apply the anti- septic. His left hand held the meaty part of my thigh while he swabbed.

  “Sting like heck, remember?” He warned me as he picked up another swab. It did. I yelped and twitched while he swabbed me, but he was done soon enough, and it did feel a lot better.

  “Thanks,”

  “You’re welcome.” Kyle resumed packing up the kit. “You want a beer?”

  “You got?”

  “Sure.”

  He came through again with two cans, pulled up a metal chair and straddled it. Arms resting on the backrest, he handed one over. “Sorry about that, but it seems you got the worst of the deal.”

  “It’s over, no harm done.”

  “What’s the setup here, this place is amazing.”

  “It used to be a bunker of some kind during the Civil War. Then it was kitted out again in the Second World War, then the Parks got it when they decided to turn this into wildlands.”

  “You live here?”

  “Not really, but I do spend most of my time here. Saves the trip back to my folks’ farm. Where do you stay?”

  “If you look out the gate, you can see the hill above town. Over there.”

  “You must be right on the West side of the park.”

  “Probably, there is a small stream running at the bottom of the yard.”

  “Yup, that’s still the Park.”

  “Heck, we’re neighbours.”

  “Another beer?”

  “Thanks, but aren’t you still on duty.”

  “Nah. I close up after sundown. Used to be poachers for awhile, but nothing the last ten years, nothing to poach anymore.”

  “That’s why this setup?”

  “Pretty much. Used to be three of us, but with the budget cuts, it’s just a skeleton staff. Just me, actually.”

  “So, what do you do in town, when you’re not at your folks’ farm or here?”

  “I go to the swimming club every day. Sometimes I go to the gym other side of town. You?”

  “I gym a lot, cycle every day, and swim once or twice a week. Mostly after six in the evening.”

  “Say, I thought I recognized you. You’re the poster guy.”

  “‘Fraid so.”

  “I thought you had long hair.”

  I took off my cap and untied the sash. My hair fell down in spiral curl waves to my chest.

  “Wow, man neat. I wish I could grow my hair that long. Regulations, though. I ain’t been in the service long enough to start playing with the rules.”

  “Hey Kyle, I got lots of hair. I even had to trim it down for that poster. I figure if I got it, I may as well just leave it.”

  “Your work don’t moan?”

  “I work nights, no-one to see me.”

  “That’s why I don’t see you at the Bar.”

  “Well, no. But I’m not really a drinker.”

  “And the other guy?”

  “Michel, he’s my training partner. He works the Mill. We train early evening.”

  “We kinda thought you guys weren’t from around here.”

  “Well, we are.”

  “I didn’t think this place could have such buff guys. I bet the women won’t leave you alone.”

  “Well, strangely enough I had to bring my own with me, and she had no trouble leaving me.”

  “Hey, you know June? She’s from out of town.”

  “Heck, yes. Since college. We were engaged. Shows you how you already know everything about me.”

  “She hangs out with those wire boys from the engineering firm, she’s hot. I seen her a couple of times at the Bar.”

  “Seems to me, there aren’t enough women to go round these days. I hope she’s happy.”

  “You’re right, Andy.”

  “Hey Kyle, I gotta go. Next time you’re in my neck of the woods, pop in. You need any help at the gym, you know what time to find me there. Thanks again, it’s been real.”

  “I’ll walk you to the gate. Sundown isn’t fo
r another hour.”

  We walked in the lengthening shadows, my leg much better. Usually when I jog, I don’t have time to think much.

  “Hope it wasn’t anything I said.”

  “Sorry Kyle, what was that? I drifted off.”

  “About your ex. I was so stupid, I just rattled on, and you closed down all of a sudden.”

  “Ah. Well, no. It was nothing you said.” I sighed “Truth is, I’m still a bit weird about the whole thing, and sometimes when its dark, I get to think about having her again. Then I realize I can’t. Nothing hurts like wanting something you can’t have.”

  “I think I know something about that.”

  “But tell you what, I’ll go through to the pool tomorrow about noon. See you there?”

  “You bet, Andy. I got Sundays off.”

  “Hey. Thanks.”

  I walked down the winding road to the T-junction I would take to the top of the lane. After ten minutes, I stepped up into a slow jog the rest of the hill. I drew a bath, and lay and soaked. I couldn’t get a grip of what was bugging me, so I let it all drift. When the water cooled, I got out and walked wet and naked to the back porch. I leaned on the rail and looked down to the darkness at Kyle’s’ Woods. They were just like him, I thought. Wild, neglected, lonely…

  “I think I know something about that…” I whispered as the wind dried me.

  Sundays, I sleep late. If it wasn’t for Sunday, I wouldn’t know day from night or any time at all. I stared down at my morning hard-on and caressed it affectionately. The sun blazed in the window, it must have been nine o’clock at least. I took a towel out to the back and lay in the sun until the shadows shortened and it started to sting. Then I packed my briefs, swim cap and loose togs into a carryall and cycled down to the pool.