A gay story: Barriers Ch. 01 I guided the raft into a small thicket and the raft floated to a gentle stop near the shore. Dave hopped out of the front and a cascade of water from his mesh shorts and shoes deluged the pale, baked rocks. We were both soaked, waist down, from the last rapid we went over. “I’ll tie it up if you want to put our stuff in the cabin”, I said to Dave. “Sure thing, Scott” he replied. The relief of being paired by the ranger station with such easy going guy made me smile as Dave started to drag the cooler up the path. I jumped out of the raft and into clear water that rose to my thighs. I savored the primal feeling of being washed over by this brisk sierran river while the sunset sent red lashes across the sky and pine hills. I soaked it all in; my cold wet legs, my arms throbbing from a long day of rowing, the sound of birds and breeze in the distance. I took deep breaths of the clean mountain air, feeling my chest strain against my Ranger shirt, before heading up to join Dave in the cabin.
I opened the wooden cabin door and laughed “That was quick!”, as Dave had already laying shirtless with a beer can on the couch.
“Haha, I earned this!” Dave replied.
“Well I guess I deserve one too” I said, as I finished changing into some dryer clothes.
Even though this was our first assignment together, patrolling the middle fork of the American River, Dave and I already had a relaxed camaraderie. He was a little younger than me and had a prankster attitude. It was a great balance for navigating the river, little things like a knotted rope or losing a paddle would enrage my temper, Dave would laugh and calmly fix them. He had short dusty blond hair. I think he said he was a boy scout growing up.
The ranger cabin was a sturdy and old thing, probably built in the 60s or 70s and hardly touched since. It had a fireplace, dinner table, couch, and some bunk beds all in one big wooden room. Spartan, but this is what I loved and became a Ranger for. I would sleep in it every night if I could, something about the pure silence of nature soothed my brain in a unique way I couldn’t get in the city.
“So what’s for dinner bud?” I asked.
“What am I your wife?” Dave laughed. He seemed intent on not moving for a few hours while he finished his beer on the couch.
“I think we have chicken stew, rolls, hershey bars, and oh yeah, some more bourbon”.
“Yum yum yum” I muttered, starting to build a fire. We could only bring a few packs of firewood in our raft, covered in plastic wrap so they stayed dry. The firewood plus the cooler and our bags was all we could really fit. We didn’t really need to shower out here, the river washed our bodies and clothes well enough, and there was hardly anyone to impress out here, save for a few random white water rafting tourists. Looking scrappy and smelling a little, well, rugged, seemed a decent tradeoff to lugging a bunch of extra junk around.
After the fire had started to catch, I plopped down on the couch facing the fire and poured a thin splash of bourbon for myself. Since we had about an hour before dinner would be ready, I began to think what I could talk to Dave about for that long. I had a brief moment of panic as conversation never came easy for me. Perhaps that’s why I was drawn to the ranger program, the trees and river didn’t demand constant chatter to be comfortable. Luckily Dave sensed this and easily filled the gap, something I definitely appreciated about him.
“Man did you see that one group with those blonde chicks? They got wet from some rapids and you could basically see their tits through their wet shirts. It was pretty fucking hot”. If the fire or bourbon or exhaustion from rowing was making me drowsy, Dave’s language jolted my eyes back open. I had never heard him use that kind of talk, I think he had mentioned banging his girlfriend before but nothing like this. I was definitely amused by this side of him though.
“Haha, I think they were part of a church group, they’re probably saving themselves for Jesus” I replied.
“What, no way, they were part of a sorority or something. Alpha, Cum, Laude”, he joked, proud of himself for what he thought was hilarious. His white teeth flashed wide.
“Um, what?”, I laughed.
“Their shirts said something like United Christian Fellowship, they were definitely keeping themselves pure from a goofball like you”.
“Yeah, well, they’d be on their knees for something alright. They wanted to go behind the bushes and give me a Hail Mary”, Dave argued. My eyebrows twisted in confusion but I laughed.
“That doesn’t even made sense man.” It didn’t matter though, Dave was amusing himself at his own nonsense. His swagger brought out a playfulness in me, though, too. It’s curious how we lower our guard to match the guard of those around us.
“Oh yeah, what would you do? Send them back to church with a bra full of jizz?
They’d forget their prayers and say, ‘Our Dave, who art my Ranger, hallowed be thy dong’?” I tried. Dave looked stunned for a second but then threw his head back, a hard laugh vibrating his neck, with little blonde hairs reflecting some firelight at me. He was amused but he shifted his hips and adjusted himself, maybe the thought of those girls worshiping his dick in the woods, worried that their pastor would catch them, and being sprayed with his jizz had stirred something in him.
“I didn’t know you were such a perv, Scott”, he said. I shrugged. I kind of enjoyed finding out his quirks, seeing what he liked. Yeah, I was a perv, but pretty much anyone with a sex drive was a perv. It’s just human nature.
“You started it!” I laughed back at him.
We bantered for a little while longer then finished dinner, Dave had a few more beers and I had a half a glass of bourbon while we watched the fire dwindle. I threw another log on it and went outside to piss. It was a crescent moon and its light bleached the dark green pine trees so that they were nearly gray. The rippling reflection of the moonlight highlighted the river that carved through the forest covered hills. The window frames of the cabin glowed red from the fire inside.
When I came back in, Dave was already in the top bunk, shirtless and face down, with a single light blue sheet pulled halfway up his back. He seemed totally passed out from drinking. Thankfully he didn’t put out the fire, I enjoyed watching the embers glow as I doze off, and it was perfectly safe in here anyways. I stripped down to my underwear and got in the bottom bunk, face up and pulled the sheet up to my waist. I stretched my arms behind my head, my pecs and biceps aching, forcing me to let out a small groan. A small crack in the window let a breeze flow over my armpits and chest hair, and combined with the heat of the fire. I passed out immediately.
I awoke to a loud sound a while later as the wind slammed shut the small crack in the old window. My groggy eyes shot open and I slowly leaned up and breathed in, trying to gather my senses. I could smell my own sweat and some ash from the campfire. The fire was just a small glow. I got up to open the window for a breeze, slowly as not to wake Dave. I also grabbed a stick to prop it open so it wouldn’t slam again. After opening the window again I turned around to go to my bunk and my mouth dropped open.
Dave had wormed his out of his sheet so that it was only covering half his body. The other half was hugging the side of the mattress, so that his powerful shoulder and round ass cheek were nearly hanging off the edge, dry, a little fuzzy, and reflecting the last embers of the fire.
Out from under his ass his dick jutted out, hanging off the side of the mattress a few inches. He was halfway erect and I could see some veins winding up his pale dick, up to the tip which was shaped like a spear. It was nearly eye level and it was right in my face as I got back into bed. What was I supposed to do? My only option was to pretend I didn’t see my new friend in basically the most intimate pose imaginable. I slowly laid down and tried to ignore it, but his heavy cock was still hanging off the side, dangling down. How could I sleep like this?
I forced a cough, hoping the noise would startle him and force him to turn over, retracting his giant dick out of my field of vision. He didn’t notice, I guess if a window slamming didn’t rouse him from his drunken coma, a cough wouldn’t.
I tried to close my eyes but all I could imagine was Dave cumming all over the blonde church girls’ perky tits, and I got hard. Maybe that’s what he was dreaming about too. I didn’t know if I was excited by those girls’ tits or Dave’s dick. Not one or the other, but both, using the girls as props to elicit a total and focused excitement from him, so I could witness Dave in his prime.
I imagined licking Dave’s cum off those girls’ breasts, while looking back at Dave for approval. In my dream he would smile and stare at me with a smug look in his eyes, loving to be so deeply appreciated. It was like a secret between us, a shortcut to deep friendship and bonding. This got me even harder. Unable to fall back asleep, and assured of Dave’s unconsciousness, I quietly maneuvered to the side of my bed and sat up. His dick was swollen and flopped over the side of the mattress, dangling down under its own weight.
I strained myself up with my arms and lifted my chin up, just enough to silently close my mouth around his tip. I didn’t move for half a minute, making sure he didn’t react. I kept a tight seal a few inches down his cock with my lips, and my tongue started massaging his dick head. I held it there and slowly swirled my tongue around his swollen head, while my arms burned trying to keep my torso perfectly still. I didn’t want a sudden movement to wake him up. I kept doing this for a minute and nearly blacked out, after all it was the middle of the night and I was still dizzy from bourbon.
I could still only reach the first few inches of his cock from my bunk, so my neck strained to reach up, and my lips passed over the flaring ridge of his dick head a few times. We were communicating through his male organ, it connected us. I was using his penis to send my admiration and curiosity for his male virility up to him, his body was responding with a sample of it for me to study, from his bunk, down through his appendage, and back to me.
He exhaled heavily and shifted his hips forward, and then I felt his head engorge and pulse just under the tight seal of my lips and he shot his cum into my mouth. I held perfectly still, my arms and neck beginning to strain, while his dick finished twitching and injecting. I held my breath and felt a euphoric rush as my mouth filled. With care, I held there while his dick softened, and slid my lips off. He grunted, still asleep. The whole thing seemed completely involuntary on his part. His dick, having finished its deposit, rested to the side under his round butt, leaving just a few drops on the sheet. It’ll probably dry by morning. If it doesn’t, he’ll just think he had a wet dream. I quietly lowered myself back down.
I held his semen in my mouth, rolled it around with my tongue, and licked the salty residue off my lips. I put my heart into appreciating Dave’s humanity, his body and its masculine secretions as deeply as I could, before I swallowed them and they became a part of me. I turned my head to the side, seeing the moon lower behind the pines as I drifted back to sleep.
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