Part 2 of Cabin Fever

I woke up before Tim again. This didn\'t particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossible to drag him out of bed before noon. I suppose that I should take it as a special point of pride that he woke up at dawn for an unexpected and amazing sex session. Not wanting to press my luck, I gently shifted his arm and slid out of bed. I stood by the window for a little while to watch him sleeping and to listen to the gentle patter of the rain. Some people look angelic when they\'re asleep; not he. Tim looked like some sort of wild spirit, naked, with his hair spiky and in disarray. To me, this is much more attractive than an angel and on a much more instinctual level. Certain instincts were in fact taking effect and I decided that I had best get moving before I interrupted his rest again. We\'d have more sex later. Much more, if I had anything to say about it.

Since I was already feeling a little bit chilly, although not quite cold, I very quietly laid and lit a fire in the stove. Apparently not quite quietly enough, as a pillow hit me in the back of the head as I tiptoed to the door. \Hey,\ I squawked, \I can think of much better things to do if you\'re awake.\ Tim sat up a little bit in bed, the blankets pooling around his hips. One dark eyebrow lifted in a devilish arch, \I just bet you can.\ A tremendous yawn split his face, \But if you don\'t mind, I\'d like to try those ideas later when I\'m feeling energetic. Now, if you would be so kind as to return my pillow\

\Fine, but only because you\'re going to need to be damned energetic indeed for what I\'ve got in mind.\ I grinned broadly and walked the pillow back to him, collecting a brief, but enthusiastic, kiss as my reward. Then I headed out into the living area and gently shut the door. I quickly looked around until I found my watch, no mean task, given the clouds of dry and damp cloth hanging from the ceiling. Fortunately, the sheets over the table where my watch sat seemed to be almost dry. Unfortunately, some of the clothes had dried out too. Well, maybe we would just continue our pleasant nude adventure anyway It was only 9:30 on our first full day, after all.

I was glad that Tim had brought in more wood than we had thought we needed as I started up the kitchen stove, leaving the fireplace for later. I went out onto the porch to get one of the water jugs which we had left out there as we retreated from the storm. Lugging it in, I filled the tin kettle and set it to boil. I went out and dragged the other three jugs into the back bedroom, since we weren\'t using it anyway. Fortunately, the bed seemed to have pretty much dried out over night, so there hopefully wouldn\'t be any problems with it. I was standing on the porch, having a luxurious stretch and gazing out at the lake before dealing with our bags, when I heard a cough from behind me. I whirled and instantly grabbed a bag to hold in front of my crotch as I flushed beet red. Standing near the wood shed, was a young park ranger with his eyes as wide as saucers and a healthy flush creeping up his neck. We both started stammering at about the same time. \I was just coming to\ \There was a storm and\ \check because I\ \all our clothes got\ \saw smoke and\ \really wet and\ \Dave and Rachel usually\ \I really wasn\'t expecting\ \don\'t come up this time of year.\ \anyone up around here,\ I finished lamely.

\Dave is my uncle and my friend and I are using the cabin; we\'re fishing.\ I clarified, \Now, if you\'d wait out here for a minute or two, I\'ll find something dry and be right back.\ I backed into the cabin, still holding the bag, even though the ranger had politely averted his eyes. At least I hoped it was out of politeness.

I quickly dropped the bag in the washroom and madly grabbed some underwear, which turned out to be Tim\'s and were a little tight, except in front. Now is NOT the time to be thinking about Tim\'s crotch. You\'ve horrified the poor guy out front badly enough already. I yanked down a pair of shorts that I had brought in case it got warm and a light but warm flannel shirt. Hell, I wasn\'t exactly going to bother co-coordinating my outfit. Clothes of any sort would have to suffice. When I opened the door, he was standing on the porch, as far away as he could be and still be sheltered from the droplets which continued to fall from the sky. He was very carefully looking away from the bedroom window and even the back of his neck was flushed deep red.

\It\'s not what you think.\ Well, that was a stupid thing for me to say, \OK, well it is what you think, but we didn\'t plan it that way and it\'s sort of a private thing.\

\I know; that\'s why it\'s bloody embarrassing to walk in on you guys. I\'ve never that is, I haven\'t Oh, poop!\

I couldn\'t help it, he looked so flustered and his exclamation was so silly, I started to snicker. He laughed a little bit too, mostly out of awkwardness, it seemed. I stopped laughing and put out my hand.

\I\'m Marc Robertson. Would you care to come in for a cup of coffee?\

\Sure, that would be nice. I\'m Richard Foster.\

Once inside, he saw all the hanging \'decorations\' and gave a real chuckle. \Ah, I see, you really did get caught pretty seriously by the storm.\

\Yup,\ I said as I dug out mugs and the jar of instant coffee, \I hope instant is okay with you. It\'s all we brought.\

\It\'s fine; I don\'t usually bother with anything more complicated myself.\ He took off his wet jacket and tossed it over the line. He must have been as tall as I am in order to manage it without having to stand on a chair. When he put his hat down on the counter, I could see that he wasn\'t quite as young as I had thought, but still probably less than 25 years old. He had fairly short blond hair, a bit of a tan and warm brown eyes. Brown eyes which seemed to be checking me out. Nah, it couldn\'t be.

I handed him a mug, \Do you take sugar or anything?\

\Nope,\ he said, taking it from me, \I like my coffee plain. Should we maybe step outside?\ he asked, glancing at the bedroom door, \so that we don\'t wake your um, boyfriend.\

I blushed a little bit at hearing a stranger say this, even though I had every intention of making it true. \I doubt that even a marauding grizzly could wake Tim up again before noon, but it might be a good idea. Just head out the back door, I\'ll join you as soon as I grab some sugar for myself.\

He went out, and I scooped a spoonful of sugar into my cup and went outside, closing the door behind me. The overhang of the roof was enough to keep off the slight drizzle which was the tail end of last night\'s storm. Richard was leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee.

\So,\ I said, \do you usually come up to check on my aunt and uncle when they\'re around?\

\Yeah, I figure it\'s a good idea. I mean, it\'s pretty isolated here and they\'re getting older. You never know if one of them might have a minor accident and need help getting to the hospital or something.\

\Thanks, Richard, I appreciate it. That\'s awfully decent of you.\

\Well, it isn\'t any trouble. I have to make rounds up here at least every two days anyway to make sure that nobody\'s set any traps or been hunting or fishing illegally. Speaking of which, I\'ll need to take a look at your ID and fishing permit before I go.\

\No problem, I got the permit renewed on the way up here, so everything should be correct.\

\Good. So um, how long are you guys planning to be up here? We\'re looking at rain on and off for the next two days, but after that it\'s supposed to warm up and get really nice.\

\That\'s great! We\'re up here for the rest of the week, although we may need to make a trip down to town sometime to resupply.\

\I see. Well, if you\'d like, I\'ll tell the other folks at the station to steer clear of here so that you can have some privacy. You\'ll still probably see me every two days, but I\'ll give a holler so as not to, err, well, you know.\ He finished his coffee and opened the door.

\Thanks, that would be nice.\ I said, ducking under a sheet to grab my wallet off the table. \We\'re kind of new at this, and I wouldn\'t mind a bit of time alone together.\

\Sure, I get that. Everything seems to be in order here.\ he said, glancing over my permit and ID. He reclaimed his hat and jacket and headed for the door.

As I saw him out, he turned briefly to me and said: \Um, Marc?\

\Yes?\

\I\'ve got some time off in four days and I was kind of wondering if I could come by and ask you guys a few questions.\

\What kind of questions?\

\About, well, being gay.\ The flush was creeping up his face. \I know you\'d like to be alone with him, but it would be really helpful because you\'re the first gay couple I\'ve met and I haven\'t had anyone to talk to and I\'m just feeling really unsure of everything right now\ He tapered off, looking a little desperate. I revised my estimate of his age down by about two years and took pity on him.

\Well, I can\'t make any promises as to how much I know, but if you like, you can come for supper then and we can talk a bit. Tim\'s closer to being an expert than I am and I think he\'s still pretty far off.\

His face lit up. \Thanks, Marc. I really appreciate it.\ He put on his hat and headed back down the path into the woods. I\'ll be damned. I guess he really was checking me out before. Suddenly I\'m a man magnet. How odd.

I went back in and ate a couple of pieces of toast. I find that even plain toast is great when made over a wood fire. While waiting for Tim to wake up, I busied myself with taking down the dry stuff and sorting it into folded piles and spreading out the damp stuff to dry better. I rinsed out the muddy clothes from last night as well as the bags and hung them in the bathroom. I also went down to check that the boat was in good shape. Fortunately, the rain had let up for a while, so I was able to make it down to the boathouse and back without getting wet again. I felt kind of glad that the park prevented easy access to the property, because otherwise I suspected that my uncle would have sold it off years ago. As it was, all the cottages on the other side of the lake, where there was a road, had been sold years before to developers and turned into country mansions for the ridiculously affluent. I could see them faintly across the misty surface of the lake, sticking up among the trees on the other side. Luckily, the cabins on this side of the lake were spaced pretty far apart and didn\'t see a lot of use at this time of year. Other than Ranger Richard (I grinned, remembering the cartoon raccoon from my youth) we had the place entirely to ourselves. Checking my watch again, I found that it was almost twelve o\'clock. It was time for me to wake Tim and I knew exactly how I wanted to do that.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving my boots by the stove to dry. Naked, I opened the bedroom door and slipped in. Conveniently, Tim had rolled onto his back. I pulled aside the blankets and started to lick his penis as I gently rubbed his testicles with my left hand. Without waking up, he started to respond; his dick lengthening and thickening until he was fully hard. Positioning myself so as to have the best possible angle, I took a deep breath and put my lips around his cock head. Slowly, cautiously, I let it slide further into my mouth until the head was tickling the back of my throat. This was the point at which I had stopped last night. Tim was moaning slightly in his sleep, and wiggling around a bit under my determined assault. Holding his hips in place to keep him from jerking and choking me, I started to swallow him deeper. I had to concentrate very thoroughly on suppressing my gag reflex. At first I took just another inch before backing off and gasping a little. As I went for it the second time, I felt Tim\'s hands gently stroking my shoulders. I looked up to see him looking at me with hungry eyes. He grinned at me wickedly and I winked back at him. He said nothing, and his hands continued to rub my shoulders, not pushing, just making contact to let me know that he loved me and the pleasure I was bringing him. I loved him even more for not pressuring me. It was clear that he wanted me to do this as badly as I wanted to, but he was willing to let me take it at my own pace.

I took him further down my throat with each stroke, pausing to let myself get used to the feeling of his shaft where there had never been anything that solid before. In between strokes, I panted to recover my breath and Tim ran his fingers through my hair. The silence was broken only by my gasps and his faint moans, with faint sounds of birds chirping outside. His noises were becoming increasingly urgent, but his hands never once forced me forward. Finally, I took his whole shaft down my throat. My nose rested in his pubic hair, which smelled faintly of sweat and of sperm. I let my tongue tickle the base of his cock and then I withdrew. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew that he had reached his limit. His whole body was quivering with his approaching climax as I took him to the root once more and hummed. His fingers clenched in my hair as he screamed, \AaaaaaaAAArrrUuunnhhh! Unh, uhn, UUUUUNNNHH, oh MARC! UNhhhhhh.\ as he shot several spurts of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, slowly pulling back off of him, creating space in my throat for his load. His last shot dribbled onto the tip of my tongue as I released his softening penis from my lips. He lay there, panting and sweaty, a glazed look of satiation crossing his eyes as he looked at me with a sleepy smile.

Looking at him like this, knowing that I had done this to him was enough to make my own already hard dick completely rigid. I knelt over his chest and began to stroke myself with one hand as I rubbed his chest with the other. Gradually coming down from his orgasm, I saw Tim spit into his hand and rub his fingers with it. Knowing what was to come, I scooted a little further up his chest and leaned forward, using one hand for balance and stroking myself with the other. I felt Tim\'s fingers probing my hole, as he inserted one, then two fingers into me and rotated them smoothly. His other hand was busy playing with my nipples, pinching first one, then the other. It was my turn now to sweat and moan. I let go of my dick to lean on both hands as I bucked back on his fingers. He put in a third finger, stretching my hole even further as he took my dick in his fist, moving his hand up and down along my shaft. He used his little finger to rub the underside of the glans, making me cry out. I had never been very noisy during sex before, but this changed as I shouted his name over and over again and spewed my load over his chest and chin.

I lay on top of him, breathing heavily as he rubbed my back and ass. When he pulled his fingers out of me, I whimpered slightly. I heard him chuckle as he kissed both my cheeks and, extremely tenderly, my lips.

\Marc, love, that was definitely the best wakeup call ever,\ he said, as he gently caressed me. \No one has ever given me a blowjob like that one and I think you nearly sprained my fingers with your ass when you came.\

\I\'m glad you enjoyed it,\ I said between deep breaths, \It was pretty fucking hot for me too. I hope I didn\'t hurt you.\

\You would never hurt me, although you are kind of squashing me, big guy.\

I flushed and rolled off him. He followed me over and our pricks rubbed together, both surprisingly hard so soon after our great session. Tim sat up on me and wiped a bit of cum off of his chest and used it to lubricate us as he put both his hands around our two dicks, stroking them together.

\I do plan to spend some time later making you feel just as hot as you made me feel, but right now, I think we\'ll just have a quickie so that we can start the day.\

\Speak for yourself, you slug,\ I said with a grin as I brought my hands to join his, \I\'ve already been up for hours, but I guess it wouldn\'t hurt to do some actual fishing.\ I spoke between deep breaths, trying not to go off too soon before him.

\See, I knew I could get you to come around to my point of view.\ He said as I shot a small load onto his hands and dick. He followed not more than 30 seconds later and we kissed in a leisurely way before he got off me.

Tim leaned down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We were both a little slippery from cum, but we managed. He led me to the shower and pulled me in after him. We soaped each other up under the hot water and made out for a while, mostly just enjoying the sensation of closeness as we fondled each other\'s asses and I rubbed the slightly tense muscles of his lower back. We each managed to have another orgasm in the shower with the combination of the soap and the hot water in a space that would normally be too small for two grown men. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other down. This was actually kind of fun. It was pleasant to have someone dry my back for me and I discovered that Tim was quite seriously ticklish, a fact which I mentally filed for later use. We ate a quick lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and veggies, eager to get out on the lake before it started to rain again.

As I started to put on some clothes, I saw Tim looking mildly disappointedly at his pile of dry gear. \What\'s wrong, love?\

\Nothing, it just seems a pity to have to cover up. I like being naked with you.\

\I feel the same way, but I\'m looking forward to fresh fish for dinner. We\'ll spend the evening naked again if you want. In the meantime, wear these,\ I said, tossing him the underwear I had thrown on before. \They\'re yours, but I had them on for a while to avoid embarrassing the park ranger who stopped by.\

Tim raised an eyebrow, mischief tinting his eyes a deeper green. \Nice. It\'s your first day as my lover and you\'re already seducing random park rangers.\ He looked at my flushed face as he pulled on the underwear. \Omigod! You really DID seduce the park ranger, didn\'t you?\

\No, but I think I could have if I had tried. He\'s coming to dinner in a few days; he wants to ask us about being gay.\ I threw on my shirt and started to button it up.

Tim brushed away my hands and started doing up the buttons, then put his arms around me and leaned up to whisper in my ear, \Really well, you are going to repeat the whole conversation to me, word for word, as we get the boat ready. I want to know if I have to worry about any competition.\ He purred possessively. I leaned down and kissed him roughly, leaving him in no doubt whatsoever as to where my interests lay. We came up for air and I picked up my fishing gear and headed for the door.

\Don\'t worry. If either of us has to worry about competition, it\'s me. The poor guy went completely red and could barely form a sentence when he saw you through the window.\

I grinned at Tim\'s squawk of mock-outrage.

I did fill him in as we got the boat ready. We launched it a little while later as Tim was saying, \I guess I can understand where he\'s coming from. I mean, when I realized that I was gay it took a while to get used to it. For that matter, I have to say that you\'re coping amazingly well given the situation.\

\I suppose. I mean, I haven\'t thought at all about what I\'m going to tell my family. Truth be told, I\'m pretty nervous about that. On the other hand, I don\'t have to worry about whether I\'ll ever find someone and I know nobody at work will care since my boss is a lesbian. Besides, if I get a few more books out, I\'ll be effectively self-employed.\

\Yeah, lucky you. I\'ve still got to be careful not to freak clients out. On the other hand, my family is pretty good about it. My brothers are OK with it and my Dad doesn\'t mind, since they have kids to carry on the family name. My mum was a bit worried about me, but she\'s come around. The only problem is that she seems to think that I\'ve acquired some mystic understanding of dcor and women\'s fashions. She keeps asking my advice and won\'t take no for an answer. I\'ve had to make cheat calls to Fiona to bail me out.\I laughed, \That\'s hilarious. Well, I guess it bodes well for when I tell my folks.\

We lapsed into silence as we rowed the boat out towards the center of the lake. It was a medium sized boat and there was a motor on it, but we decided not to use that on the way out to avoid scaring the fish. We spent a while casting our lines out onto the lake, just having fun while we each got used to working with the fishing rods again. It had been quite a while since either of us had been able to get away from the city. Eventually, we baited the hooks and then tossed out the lines. It was a while before either of us got a bite. I put one arm around Tim, and he leaned his head on my shoulder as we sat peacefully together. Suddenly, my rod gave a sharp jerk. (my fishing rod. Tsk. Minds like cesspools, all of you) I started reeling the fish in, letting it out a bit when it threatened to break free, but gradually bringing it in. As I was almost ready to haul it out of the water, I heard Tim shout triumphantly as he got a bite. \Hey Marc, bet you my catch is bigger than yours!\

\Not bloody likely!\ I laughed, \This one is huge. What are your stakes?\

\Loser has to clean whatever we bring in.\

\Deal!\ I yelled as I put a net around my fish. It was a bass, around 10 inches long and fairly heavy. Unfortunately, it looked decidedly unhealthy. I carefully unhooked it and threw it back, making sure that Tim had a chance to look at it. There was no way that we were going to eat a sick fish, though. It swam away and I turned to see Tim reeling in his fish. His pole was bent deeply and he was struggling to pull it up. I helped pull it in and I could see something big coming up towards us.

I reached down with the net, and then looked again, dropped the net and reached down with a hand. Tim had caught a very large, worn, tire. I unhooked the muddy thing and shook the water out of it before dumping it into the prow of the boat. I scowled at it. \I hate people who toss their bloody garbage in the lake.\

\No kidding. Keeping it to show your friend the park ranger?\

\I guess so. Mostly I didn\'t want to dump it back in there. Well, I guess I win.\

\What are you talking about? This is definitely bigger than what you caught.\

\Yeah, but it\'s a tire.\

\So what? We agreed on the biggest catch. We never specified that it had to be a fish.\

I rolled my eyes. \I guess it serves me right for making a bet with a lawyer. I\'ll clean our fish, but only because I love you.\ I planted a kiss on his temple.

He grinned and kissed me back. \I like that reason a whole lot better, but I\'ll help you out anyway. First, though, let\'s catch something a little more appetizing and a little less chewy.\ He chuckled at the face that I made and cast out again.

Forty-five minutes later, we had caught five small fish which had to be released as well as a car battery, an umbrella and a chrome-plated hubcap. Tim was looking somewhat nonplussed as I had been swearing consistently for the past seven minutes with only minimal repetition. He put a hand on my shoulder. \Marc, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. We both know that some people are pigs and cursing a blue streak doesn\'t really help. I am pretty impressed with your vocabulary though. You used some words that I don\'t even know and I\'m used to having people swear at me.\

I took a deep breath. \Sorry, I didn\'t mean for you to see me like this. It\'s just that I remember what it was like coming up here in the summers before people started this crap. I mean a Car Battery for chrissake! Do you know how much damage one of those can do? I hate to think what the rest of the lake is like.\

\I know, it\'s pretty bad, but at least this one looks like it hasn\'t been down for very long. Maybe we\'ve just hit a bad spot where some jackass dumped a big load of junk.\

\You\'re right, let\'s move a bit closer to the shore and try again.\

We did so and I was soon feeling better. We weren\'t catching any fish, but at least we weren\'t hauling up any garbage anymore either. We chatted about random things, becoming increasingly flirtatious as we both cheered up. It started to rain lightly and we both shrugged into our jackets. We hadn\'t had a chance to use them yesterday, but today they would keep us dry for a few more casts. The rain definitely seemed to bring the fish out. We each caught a few small ones, which had to go back. Then Tim\'s fishing rod suddenly gave a tremendous leap and bent down towards the water. Tim fought hard against the fish and I quickly reeled in my line and went to help him. The thing was pulling pretty hard. I held onto Tim as he reeled it in expertly, helping to anchor him and sharing in his excitement. I netted it just as it broke free of the hook on the way out of the water. Thrashing around in the net was a pickerel almost two feet long and probably weighing close to twenty pounds. Tim was shouting in triumph and I quickly checked the fishing permit after handing him the net. I confirmed that pickerel was legal and safe, and he broke the neck humanely.

It took us about five minutes to get back to the cabin. We agreed that Tim would clean his fish after all, but I would deal with putting away the boat and unloading the garbage somewhere where the battery wouldn\'t do any damage. I was washing the grime off my hands when Tim came in with the cleaned fish and announced that as the loser of our bet and moreover the one who knew the local regulations, I would have the privilege of burying the remains. I sighed and went to find the shovel. When I came back, Tim had just lightly floured the fish and was dropping it into the pan. There were two very generous helpings there and a large package in the coldest part of the fridge. Fortunately, we had brought some plastic food bags out with our provisions. I washed up again and took over the pan while Tim threw together a fast salad. As Tim was filling our plates, I went and grabbed a water jug and filled a pitcher for the table.

The fish was absolutely fantastic and we finished it all, as well as the salad. We sat back contentedly and sipped our water. Tim took a big slug and smacked his lips. \Ah, marvelous. A very wet vintage. I\'ve always favored fresh water over salt water with fish.\ Another thing that we had in common was a total lack of interest in alcoholic beverages. I\'m not sure why, but I\'ve just never been able to get very excited about booze. \Ah, well since you are such a connoisseur, I suppose that I needn\'t point out that this water has been carefully stored for nearly a full day in the back room.\

\Perfect! I prefer a well aged beverage.\ Our lack of interest in alcohol didn\'t extend to not making fun of it, however.

\Seriously, Tim, that was some of the best fish I\'ve ever eaten. Unless maybe it was just the company in which I was eating it\

\I\'ve got to admit that I enjoyed the company too, and I have to say that I believe your stories about your summers here now. That was quite a fish.\

\Yeah, the only thing is that we\'ve got enough now to last us through tomorrow. If we aren\'t going to be catching more fish, whatever will we do to pass the time?\

\Oh,\ said Tim, with a great big smile, \I bet we can think of something if we put our minds and possibly several other pieces of anatomy together.\

We quickly cleared off the table and washed up. It had started to rain heavily outside again even though it wasn\'t yet dark. I banked the ashes in the kitchen stove and started to lay out a fire as Tim went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom naked and carrying his clothes, fully erect. I goggled at him and swiftly got to my feet. \Glad to see a positive reaction,\ he said, \How about if you go clean up while I finish setting up that fire. Then I can repay you for this morning. Make sure to clean that thoroughly.\ He patted my ass. Feeling vaguely used, but incredibly aroused, I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I found a washcloth, did a quick once over of my whole body, and scrubbed my asshole thoroughly. If he was going to do what I hoped he would do, I didn\'t want anything to stop him. I came out of the washroom bare from the waist down, but wearing my flannel shirt. Tim was lying naked on the fake bearskin rug in front of the fire. \Mmm, how nice. You left me something to take off. Come join me.\

I sat down next to him on the rug, feeling the soft fur tickling my body which gave me an evil idea. \Marc, wait. What are you doing? No! I\'m ticklish there! Marc it isn\'t fair, oh you bastard!\ Tim was laughing madly as I ran my fingers over his armpits, the back of his neck, and the backs of his knees. Gasping for breath, he started to tickle me back. Soon we were rolling around on the floor, giggling helplessly as we tickled each other. Finally, I let Tim roll me onto my back and pin my arms. \That was mean, Marc. It\'s my turn to ravish you now and if you resist, I\'ll tickle your ribs.\

\Hey! How did you know I was ticklish there? And if you knew, why weren\'t you tickling me there before.\

\Because Fiona told me when I told her that I was crazy about you. Also, I haven\'t tickled you there yet because I believe in holding a good threat in reserve. Besides, I\'d sooner have you gasping in another way.\

\OK, Ok, I give in. Do with me as you will, foul ruffian. You may ravage my body but my spirit has already surrendered.\

\That is not how the line goes, no matter how accurate it may be. Now, I guess I\'d better silence you so that you can\'t call for help.\

With that, he planted his mouth firmly on mine and tangled our tongues together. After thoroughly mauling my mouth and gently biting my lip a few times, leaving me gasping and aching for more, he started moving down my body.

He started to unbutton my shirt with one hand as he stroked my thigh with the other. He trailed kisses down my chin and neck to my collar bone. He spent a long time sucking and biting my neck as his hands traveled all over my body, stimulating my nipples, teasing my erection, fondling my balls. Having left his mark, Tim went further south. He swirled his tongue across my pectorals, to my nipples, giving them each a thorough tongue bath and assaulting each of them with a sharp series of nips. Feeling fully comfortable with me, he was giving free rein to his dark and mischievous side. I was enjoying it and feeling a bit relieved that even his dark side wasn\'t half as scary as many people\'s regular personalities. Even so, there was no doubt whatsoever as to who was in control right now. Any time I tried to bring my hands to bear, he gently but firmly pressed the back down to my sides. There was nothing to do but grab two thick handfuls of the rug and enjoy the ride.

He licked his way down to my belly button and then pulled me up, yanked off my shirt and had me lay down on my front. He knelt over me, with his steely erection nestled between my ass cheeks. Holy crap, is he about to fuck me? \Tim, I\'m not ready, we don\'t have any protection.\

\I know, love. I\'m not going there yet. Just trust me.\

I relaxed a bit into the feeling of fur against my face, chest and crotch. Now that I knew that he wouldn\'t be rushing me into something against my will, I was able to enjoy the feeling of having his dick rubbing up against my ass. He trailed kisses from the back of my neck, across both shoulders and down to my elbows. Twining his fingers with mine, he massaged small circles along my spine with the tip of his tongue. He released my hands and I once again grabbed onto the rug. Turned around and kissed along my legs, from each ankle to the backsides of my knees. Getting his revenge, he licked me there thoroughly, producing an odd tingling throughout my body, something between arousal and laughter. He licked the insides of my thighs as he sensuously stroked my erection which was throbbing in its nest in the rug. He licked the back of my sac, then spent a bit of time teasing my perineum with his tongue.

I was already having trouble not thrashing around and it only got harder as I felt a warm and wet sensation against my rosebud. His tongue slipped inside me and sent waves of pleasure flowing through me. It amazed me how long I had been able to ignore the erogenous pleasures of my ass. He must have spent nearly ten minutes rimming me, fucking me with his tongue as he drove it in as deep as he could, again and again. I was a limp mass of quivering, whimpering jelly as he rotated his tongue around inside me. I came once, yelling incoherently as I spewed my seed onto the rug, leaving a creamy mess in the soft black fur. I stayed fully hard as he continued to lick me out, the stimulation too much to allow me to soften. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, to fill me with his cock and to bring me even closer to him. Tim settled for the next best thing as he scooped up a bit of my cum from the floor and rubbed it along my crack. He sat back and pulled me into his lap, resting his dick in my channel. He bucked his hips up and down as he slid his erection along the top half of my crack and across my lower back.

At the same time, he pressed the heel of his left hand under my balls and slowly fingered me, moving his other hand in a fist achingly slowly along my dick. \Marc,\ he hissed, \rub your nipples for me. I want you to feel everything at once.\ I groaned in response and brought my fingers up to play with my nubs. I had had my nipples stimulated and even suckled before (Tim\'s doing). However, something about the situation, possibly the fact that I was still super-sensitized from my previous orgasm, turned the small twinges that I normally get into much more significant surges of pleasure and almost pain. I was in the middle of sensory overload. The only reason I hadn\'t tripped and shot was that it had been too short a time since my previous ejaculation. I couldn\'t do it. I was no longer aware of the sounds coming out of my mouth as I felt Tim\'s sperm, hot across my back in several long strings. His grip on me tightened involuntarily as he shot and I found that I could cum again after all.

I think I screamed; I\'m not entirely sure. The feelings were just too extreme given how tender I still was. I bucked madly, barely in control of my own limbs as I felt my balls throb, again and again, Tim\'s grip on my perineum driving me even higher into some convulsive land of perpetual orgasm. I dimly remember seeing a long stream of cum spurting out the end of my dick, impossibly far and high, right before I passed out. I woke to Tim\'s panicked cries, \Marc? Marc? Holy shit! Are you Ok?\ I was lying there, just feeling incredibly satiated and I couldn\'t imagine why he was so worried. I was lying back on the soft rug, still partially in his lap, but he had twisted around and was checking my pulse which was gradually settling down to a normal rate. I lazily reached up one hand and stroked his cheek. His eyes met mine. There was fear in his eyes; the beautiful green orbs were wet with tears of worry. What was wrong, I wasn\'t even breathing hard. In fact I ought to have been panting like mad as I was when I Oh. I realized what had happened. \I\'m fine love. It just got too extreme and I hyperventilated.\

\You what?\ He looked relieved, but wanted to be sure.

\I was breathing too much, too fast. I think I\'m fine now.\ I sat up a bit to prove it.

Sure enough, I was fine. I felt a little bit sleepy and my throat was a little sore from all the noise I had made, but there was no permanent damage. I turned to Tim, \I have never, ever had an orgasm like that. That was unbelievable.\

Grinning suddenly with impish glee as he realized nothing was wrong, Tim put his arms around me. \Unbelievable, eh? Well it\'s a good thing we have some evidence.\

\Evidence?\ I raised an eyebrow.

\Look over there.\ He said, pointing at the puddle of my semen on the floor. I had shot clear over the edge of the rug and hit the floor about 4 feet away from us. I had beaten my performance from last night by a hefty margin and that had already been unusual for me.

We cuddled in silence for a while before either of us considered getting up. After a while, Tim whispered in my ear, \You know love, I would never force you to do anything you weren\'t ready for, but you came dangerously close to getting a full-on fucking. Your ass is hard to resist.\

\I came pretty damn close to begging you for it when you were down there with your tongue.\ I admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

\Well then, how about if we make a bit of a trip into town tomorrow for the necessary equipment?\

\It\'s probably a good idea, but I just don\'t know. I want you so badly that it scares me a little. I never imagined that I would feel this way about anyone, let alone another man.\

\I know. I\'m feeling a little overwhelmed myself. And I already thought I knew how I felt about you. I wasn\'t even sure you\'d love me back, let alone that we\'d be having wild and crazy sex all over the floor.\

I grinned at him, \You know, we\'ve still got a lot of floor to cover and five more days to do it in.\

\Holy cow, Marc. You aren\'t ready to go again, are you?\ I could feel his dick making a mild effort to firm up against my thigh.

\Hell no, my balls feel like they might be ready to fall off. Not even your sexy ass could get it up for me at the moment.\

Tim\'s face contorted into an exaggerated pout. \But I wanted to have sex nah-ow!\ he whined. I got up and pulled him up with me, then patted his bum, \If you\'re good and help me tidy up here, I\'ll take care of you in the shower.\

He grinned, \I\'m going to hold you to that, you know.\

\You\'d better. I\'m looking forward to it.\

We tidied up in record time. I took a damp cloth to the rug while Tim wiped up my mess on the floor. We also quickly changed the sheets on the little bed which we would be sharing even though the larger one was dry by now. It was pouring again outside as we were about to turn on the shower, but I had a better idea. I dragged Tim out the back door and onto the open deck in the chilly rain. I squeezed up against his back, sharing my warmth with him as I kissed him fiercely. I ground my stiffening dick against has ass and stroked his with both hands as water sheeted over us. His grunts as he ejaculated were lost in the sounds of the storm around us, just as his cum was washed away by the pouring rain. I came too, despite the throbbing in my balls which told me that I\'d damn well better wait before I made any more demands on them. My sperm decorated Tim\'s legs for less than 30 seconds before it was washed off. Shivering, he pulled me back inside, pausing in the doorway to lean up and kiss me again. There was a flash of lightning far away and the roll of thunder came before we separated.

As we dried each other off, following the shower which we took anyway to warm up, Tim spoke, \You know, sometimes you\'re absolutely insane.\

\Yeah, sometimes I am. But you love me anyway.\

\Yes, I do. And I think sometimes I even love you because of it. Just don\'t get too many ideas.\ He smiled over his shoulder at me as I dried his back. I just smiled back. We got into bed together and I spooned up behind him. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard him say, \Marc?\

\Yes?\

\Don\'t let me go.\

\I wouldn\'t dream of it.\

We fell asleep together again. My dreams were of Tim. Granted, we were sitting on the moon and discussing the ramifications of the martian-venusian trade agreement over purple sushi and baked potatoes, but the subconscious works in very strange ways