“I could probably follow this path blindfolded.” He glanced at Andre. “It’s nice having company this time. Usually I come up here alone.”
They trekked up, Simon pointing out various vegetation and rock formations along the way that he found interesting. The path was steep and required concentration. They halted at about two miles and rested on a flat-faced rock.
“I’m glad you asked me along,” Andre said after he gulped down some water from one of the bottles he carried with him. “You’re right, it is peaceful up here.” He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a book of matches, needing a nicotine hit to help settle him.
He felt like a bundle of nerves inside him wanted attention, to be freed and experience the allure of the primal environment. His heart raced. There were other urges there, ones he couldn’t quite acknowledge. He turned to watch Simon as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
Simon nodded as he gulped from his own water bottle, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He squinted and looked around. “One of my favorite places. You doing okay with the climb? I’m used to it, but let me know if you need to rest again.”
Andre laughed. “I’m used to a lot worse than this. No problems here.”
“Right then. Let’s get going. We started out late, so I’d like to make up some time if we can.”
Pinching the end of the cigarette butt that remained, he then jammed it into his pants pocket. Shifting his pack, he straightened away from the boulder and followed Simon upward. As they moved from the main path and veered to the right, the trail was not nearly as well marked, but Simon seemed to know where he was headed. The path became steeper and required some climbing over jutting rock.
Simon reached down to give Andre a hand over a particularly tricky patch and then they were over the top. He still marveled at the dexterity of the man, admiring his strength and agility in maneuvering the terrain.
Another half mile and they reached a clearing, overlooking a meadow. What looked like a glacier lake was off to the left—the water clean and mirror-like. There was little movement in the air today and the water was calm and quiet. To the right was a meadow filled with the bursting color of wildflowers.
“Man, this is great,” he murmured as he pushed forward down the incline that hid the meadow from view of anyone on the path. He turned to Simon. “Is this it? The place you were talking about? I don’t see any of your butterflies.”
Simon smiled as he followed Andre down the small hill. When they reached the bottom, he shouldered off his backpack and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Andre asked, perplexed by his actions.
“I’m going to show you how to commune with the environment—how to call the butterflies.” Simon didn’t look at him, but continued to shed his clothes. First his shirt, then he leaned down and unlaced his boots, pulling them off. The rest of his clothes followed quickly.
“I’m getting back to nature. I have to shed a bit of civilization to get in the right frame of mind. This is a secluded area, which is why I like it.” He straightened, now free of every stitch of clothing.
Andre felt something odd shift inside him at the attractive, masculine physique displayed before him. All sinewy muscle, Simon exhibited the body of an extremely virile, much younger man. Except for the full head of white hair, one would never guess at his real age. And even that gave him a depth of beauty in contrast to the youthful body, making Andre want something he couldn’t quite identify—or maybe something he just didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Wait here,” Simon instructed, as he leaned over and pulled a small bag from inside his larger backpack. “Just watch. It may take a while, so try to be patient.” He strode down toward the center of the meadow, then sat down in a lotus-style fashion. Simon placed the bag next to him, unzipped it and pulled out a small bottle. He poured some of the contents into his hand and smoothed the liquid over his skin, giving his flesh a shimmering gleam. After returning the bottle to the small bag, he held out his hands, palms to the sky.
Andre couldn’t help but admire the flow of muscles gleaming beneath the sun, of the light and shadow highlighting every hard, bronzed inch of his body. When he sat, it was a fluid movement, nothing halting or ungainly about it. What Andre also noticed was the hard, thick cock rising between his legs. He felt his own hard length against his leg and shifted uncomfortably with the knowledge that the sexual attraction he’d tried to suffocate was again rising to the surface. What the hell was wrong with him, anyway?
For long moments, Andre watched him. Simon’s eyes were closed and his expression calm and serene. He didn’t move a muscle and Andre marveled at that kind of ability to control his actions for such a long period of time.
And then he saw it—one butterfly flew to him and landed on his shoulder. Then another. And another, until he was covered with butterflies in a myriad of colors. Delicate fluttering wings, ethereal, drawn to the man who sat like a statue in the middle of the field, yet appearing to be so much a part of the land.
Finally, Simon opened his eyes and looked directly at Andre, with a look that summoned him across the field. Long moments passed and then the butterflies left him one at a time. Only then did Andre walk across the field to stand before him—drawn to him like the butterflies had been, unable to resist. His cock pressed against his pants, hard and insistent. His body wanted to be free of the clothes smothering him. He wanted to know what Simon felt. He wanted to feel the same freedom in the meadow, the same earthy energy that seemed to exude from Simon.
As Andre reached Simon, he could see a different kind of calm energy that seemed to surround him. It almost felt sensual. Simon rose to his feet in one fluid movement, his body hard and almost inviting. Again, Andre couldn’t believe it. He had to have been sitting there for more than an hour and should be aching and stiff from the enforced position.
His eyes were an intense, clear turquoise, as calm and deep as the glacier lake, reflecting the surrounding meadow, calling to Andre. He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by this intriguing man.
He could feel Simon drawing closer, felt he should break the moment, tried to think rationally. Something was about to happen that was going to change everything he knew about himself. But hadn’t that happened already? And he’d just been afraid to admit it?
Simon cupped Andre’s face. Andre felt the strong warmth, was aroused by Simon’s touch, blood boiling inside him. His attention was drawn to the firm lines of Simon’s mouth as it drew inexorably closer and then finally they were touching.
An electrical surge like lightning zapped through him at the first touch of those firm lips on his own. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch the warm, solid flesh of Simon’s arms and pulled him closer, wanted to feel his body touching, like in his dream.
Simon coaxed Andre’s lips apart with teeth and tongue and then he was driving inside, Simon’s mouth claiming him in ways Andre never could have imagined. His groin was pressed to Andre’s, their erections sliding and gliding against each other, the friction driving Andre higher toward a summit of need, the intensity of desire like he’d never experienced before.
Simon broke the connection of their mouths and looked deep into Andre’s eyes. “I want you, Andre. I don’t know if you’re ready for it, but I want to fuck you. I knew we had connected in some special way last night, that you were the one to share my meadow with—my inner soul. But I want to experience all of you. Let me show you what it means to bond with another human being in all the ways that matter. Let me show you how to let go of the loneliness that I know exists inside of you, that I see in your eyes.”
Andre couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. But he knew he wanted to feel those lips on his again. He wanted the erotic dream to be real. And although he’d never wanted a man before, he did want this man. Wrong or right, he had to have him.
“I want to know,” was all he could manage to utter.
Simon’s mouth claimed his again, as
his hands reached forward to unbutton Andre’s shirt, pulling it free of his pants. His own hands glided across Simon’s naked sun-warmed, oil-slick flesh, hard peaks and valleys, firmly muscled ass. He ground his hips against Simon, the friction of male-to-male heat blinding him, urging his actions forward.
Simon worked slowly at helping Andre undress, taking his time, stroking his flesh, eating at his lips. Andre returned the caress, enjoying the feel of peaked, hard nipples, flat, strong chest, his hands exploring the contours of his rock-hard abs.
He sat on the ground and Simon bent to remove his boots, then began unbuckling the belt at his waist. As his hand brushed against his arousal, Andre inhaled sharply at the exquisite sensation. He wanted to be naked, to feel Simon’s hot flesh against his own, grinding body to body in the cool, fresh meadow. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as much as he wanted Simon right now.
Finally, he was naked, feeling the warmth of the sun on his body, feeling free and uncluttered. Simon’s mouth was on his skin, at his nipples, drawing them erect, razing with his teeth across his body, until finally Andre felt Simon’s mouth at his cock, surrounding and swallowing his hard prick inside the moist, hot, demanding chasm of his mouth.
It wasn’t possible, but Andre felt like he was being absorbed not only bodily, but his spirit was being drawn from him, through his cock and melding with Simon’s soul. He pumped his hips against Simon’s demanding mouth, wanting to fly, drawn to Simon like the butterflies in the field, needing to be consumed by him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Simon raised his head, turned away to reach over to the small bag he had carried with him to the field. He pulled out a tube, different from the bottle Andre had seen Simon use to coat his body, then he looked down at Andre spread out before him.
“Spread your legs. Have you ever been fucked, Andre? In the ass?”
“No.”
Simon’s slick fingers teased at his anus opening, and Andre shuddered in response to the taboo sensations. “I thought not. So you’re a virgin, aren’t you? To man-love?”
The tip of Simon’s finger pierced his opening and Andre gasped. “Yes. I guess so, although I’ve had plenty of women in my life.”
Simon’s finger sank deeper, opening him, tunneling further inside. “They never penetrated you like this, did they? Did they fulfill you? Did fucking them give you what you wanted?”
He was now thrusting his lubricated finger in and out of Andre’s passage, driving Andre higher with the hot, slick friction.
“I thought they did,” he gasped as his hips began to move in counter to Simon’s thrusts, his mind envisioning Simon’s cock inside him, pummeling deep, opening him to accept him and his cock grew even harder. Fiery need surged inside him to be penetrated and possessed by this man. “But I never felt like this before.” Sweat began to break out across his skin.
Simon add a second finger, stretching him farther, and with his other hand began to stroke Andre’s cock, sliding downward and over his balls. Dammit to hell, he’d never felt so intensely in his life before—wanting something he couldn’t begin to understand.
His passage conformed to Simon’s fingers, so pliable and ready. Simon leaned forward and sucked Andre’s cock into his mouth again, surrounding Andrew with moist heat as he added yet a third finger in his foreplay preparation of Andre’s passage.
The groan came from deep in Andre’s chest as the sensations overrode him, carrying him higher. He looked up at the sky, saw the butterflies fluttering over his head, felt himself soaring with them. Closer and closer he moved toward release, to bursting with freedom, flying into the sky.
Suddenly Simon’s presence was gone and Andre turned to look at him. Simon was again reaching inside the bag and this time withdrew two small recognizable packets. He locked his gaze to Andre’s as he tore one open.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he asserted as he sheathed Andre’s prick, turned back, tore open the other one, and sheathed his own. Then Simon rose over him, a god highlighted by the blue sky and ethereal butterflies above, and spread Andre’s legs, lifting and bending them over his chest. Andre swallowed, knowing he’d never be able to go back to what he was before.
Simon stopped and looked down intently into Andre’s eyes. “Do you want me to do this? Do you want my cock inside you?”
Andre had all he could do to find his voice to answer. He felt the tip of Simon’s cock pressing against his anal ring, waiting for his assent. He nodded. “Yes, I want this.”
“You’re sure you want me to take you? I’m a man, Andre, that will never change. I’m not a woman, and I don’t want you as a man wants a woman. I want you man to man. Do you understand that? Can you understand what I’m saying? And I want to see your eyes when I come inside you. I want to see your passion. I want to know that you know who’s making love to you.”
Andre wasn’t sure he understood any of it, but he knew one thing—he wanted Simon—wanted to be as close to him as he could possibly get. “I want you, Simon,” he ground out. “I’ve never wanted to be fucked by a man before, but I want you.”
Simon slowly began to tunnel inside him. Andre felt his large cock penetrate and pass the tight ring of muscle at his entrance and his heart pounded at the invasion.
“God, you’re tight,” Simon ground out as he eased in farther, inch by inch, retreating and sinking in deeper. “Do you feel me there, Andre? Oh, God, you feel marvelous.”
Thrust and retreat, deeper, longer, penetrating strokes, burrowing farther and farther inside him with each thrust, widening him—his channel expanding to accept him, until finally he was buried deep inside and Andre could feel Simon’s heavy balls slap against his cheeks.
Then Simon released his legs and stretched out over him, chest to chest, man to man.
He leaned forward, his lips a breath from Andre’s. “Say my name,” he whispered, his gaze boring deep into Andre. “Tell me what you want.
Andre thrust his hips. “Simon,” he moaned. “Fuck me. Please.” He’d never needed anything so badly in his life as feeling that huge prick inside his ass, thrusting deep, making him want to come.
Simon licked at Andre’s lips, sucked and bit, and Andre shuddered at all the new sensations. Simon reached down between their bodies to encircle Andre’s cock.
The sense of being filled by this man, the beauty of his face, his mouth, his eyes, the touch of his firm hand on his prick and the clear blue sky above, cushioned in the cool crisp grass at his back, was almost too much for him.
“I want you to become accustomed to me being inside you,” Simon said against his lips. “I knew when we met at the bar, you were the one I’d been waiting for. You and I are of one mind, and the merging of our bodies was meant to be.”
The presence of his cock inside Andre felt right so damned right. His hand laying claim to Andre’s flesh, the feel of this man was more exquisite than he could possibly relate. Andre wanted to absorb Simon inside himself, wanted this moment never to end, this melding of two minds and bodies that was right and perfect.
Simon kissed him, thrust his tongue inside and then with the most torturous slowness, he began to move. Andre saw stars, felt exquisite pleasure, grinding his hips against Simon’s movements.
“Yes,” he muttered against Simon’s mouth. “More.” He raised his hands and pulled Simon closer, pushed harder against him, grabbed his ass and kneaded. Simon raised up and thrust deep as he continued to massage Andre’s cock, in long, slow strokes.
“You’re going to come with me, Andre. When I come, so do you.”
Andrew could only nod, too overcome with emotions surging inside him. Simon stiffened, then sank completely inside Andre. Simon’s orgasm peaked his own response and Andre was soared with his own release. Simon’s milked him, even as Andrew’s tight passage milked Simon’s cock, until they both collapsed, Simon rolling to the side and pulling Andrew into his arms.
Andre had never experienced anything so earth shattering in his life. The world all
around him was alive with new meaning. He was bonded to Simon in ways he could never have imagined. It wasn’t simply sex—it was everything. Even the air was filled with their essence.
Simon slipped free and Andre felt empty at the loss of such intimate physical connection and looked at him, questioningly.
He leaned over and kissed Andre, a hand stroking his ass. “Was it what you expected?”
“I don’t know what I expected, so I can’t say. What I can say is that I’ve never experienced anything as intense and—I don’t know—personal, I guess. And right.”
Simon cupped his face and stared into his eyes for long moments. “For now, the loneliness is gone. I see the pleasure in your eyes.” He reached over and picked up his small bag and rose to his feet in a fluid movement. “Come on, there’s a stream not too far away and we can get cleaned up.”
Andre rose to follow, regretting the loss of the special closeness he had just experienced with this man. Naked they walked across the meadow and toward the small stream.
“Sit,” Simon directed, and Andre eased to a sitting position on the bank of the cool stream. Simon knelt in front of him and slowly rolled off the used condom. He looked up into Andre’s eyes as he removed, pulled out a plastic bag from his satchel and stuff the used condom inside. “I’d never put you in danger, you should know that.”
Andre nodded. Simon cupped some water in his hands and proceeded to pour it over him, and Andre sucked in air at the feel of the glacial wetness. Again and again, Simon dipped into the water and dribbled it over Andre’s skin.
When he was done, he sat next to Andre to remove his own sheath, but Andre stopped him. Simon looked at him questioningly.
Andre knelt before him. “My turn,” was all he said, as he proceeded to do the same for Simon, with painstaking slowness and care.
When he was done, Simon leaned forward and kissed him. They fell back onto the grass, stroking each other’s bodies with urgent hands, pressing close, needing the contact.
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