A gay sex stories: The Camp Again NOTE: This is a work of fiction entirely imagined by the author. Although the names of the locations referenced in this story exist, the mining site, the Camp, the companies, the people and the events are pure fiction.
Warning!! The main character, Sam, recounts his unfortunate rape. This may offend some people.
© Copyright whitebeard50, 2023 – All rights reserved
Mid-June
Phil, the manager of Material Control of Hough Lake Lithium Mining Project, waits for a newly hired recruit at Thunder Bay Airport. Finally, HR found someone to help him out. A young man of 22 y/o, apparently fairly intelligent but lacks experience in this matter. No sweat, he thinks, I’ll show him the ropes. He’s got a photo of the young man, this is not Toronto, so shouldn’t be too hard to identify.
The airplane has already arrived, and the people are starting to come out. There he is. The little guy only has a medium size suitcase. Umm… No matter, he can always buy locally at Savant Lake.
“You’re Sam, right?” Phil says extending his hand with a smile. His pale blues eyes examine the youngster head to toe.
“Yes, I’m Sam. You must be Mr. Armstrong?” Nice welcome from this good-looking older man. I smile back. First time since I left home.
“Call me Phil, Sam. Want me to get that?” pointing at the luggage.
“No, thanks. I’m fine. It’s a small case, but I figure I can buy what I need at the site, or I saw there’s a little town not that far from the mine.” Sam replies.
“I see. You did your homework, haven’t ya? We have a long drive ahead of us, it’s about 365 km. We’ll stop on the way for supper. But lunch first. I know a brasserie with good food and good beer here in TB. Do you drive, Sam?”
“Yup, I do. I’m a fairly good mechanic too. In case you ever need one.”
“That’s good. I’ll let you drive once we are out of TB. Very simple driving when there’s only one road to follow.” Phil laughs his typical energetic laugh.
4 hours later.
“Thanks for driving, Sam. Sorry if I slept most of the way.” Phil gave the wheel to Sam as they reached the Trans-Canada highway just out of TB.
“No sweat, the drive went smoothly, little traffic. But I’m hungry and I need to go.” I answered.
Phil looks at his watch, “Oh, nearly 6. Ok, next town is Ignace, I think. We’ll stop there. There’s a burger joint at the other end of town. It’s good. There’s not much else, it’s a little town. Ok with you, Sam?
“Yup, that’s fine.” A little while later, I find the place, not hard since there isn’t much else.
We get out of the car, stretch, and walk into the place. Small, nice, and clean. I dash to the restroom. Phil goes after me. We order our burgers and homemade fries. The food is very good like Phil said. I like Phil. Nice man, jovial, and easy to talk to. He likes to talk about anything and everything. He’s that kind of fellow who gets along with everybody.
We finally arrived at Hough Lake, where the camp is located, just after 10:30 PM. I get checked in, so to speak. Exceptionally, I will have a single room, but only temporarily. There are bathroom facilities, sinks, toilets, and shower stalls, on each floor in the trailers reserved for the workers. Supervisors and management’s trailer have single rooms with private bathrooms. I will have a single room depending on how many new workers arrive and if additional trailers get here on time.
The camp and the mining site are under construction. It’s a brand-new project. The lithium mined here will only be concentrated and then shipped out for further processing. Probably outside the country, again. That’s really sad. Foreign countries mine our resources with minimal processing and ship the product out of the country, transform it and resell it through finished products with a large profit, while they pay little or no royalties and pollute our country. What a bargain. Most third-world countries do better than us on this.
The large trucks and giant shovels are currently being assembled on-site by the company renting them to the mining company. They are gigantic. The construction and preparation of the site will last for a good 6 to 8 months. Then the construction workers now on-site will leave and be replaced by mining workers who will live in a village about 5 kilometres away. The actual trailer complex housing the workers, except for a few of them, will be dismantled.
***
Two weeks later
“Phil, how’s your recruit doing?” His boss, Roger still in Toronto, asks him.
“Well, Roger, the young man surprised the stuffing out of me. He’s rolling like a pro. He’s got the hang of it, and he also developed some kind of control sheet on Excel. Remarkable young man. By the way, you can see his worksheet on our intranet. Have a look. You’re an expert on that, aren’t you? Let us know what you think.”
“Ok. That’s encouraging. We’ll increase his salary when he reaches 30 days. I don’t mind encouraging performers like him. Just put the request through and I’ll approve it. How’s everything else, Phil?”
“By the way, Sam says that he can program a simple control program on something called Dbase IV that can be used by almost anyone. Especially here, it’s a small inventory and we can use a simple bar code to identify all the stuff that comes in here and follow it all the way through its cycle. So, think about it, Ian, cost little and we have the guy who can make it happen fast.”
“Let me have a look at his Excel worksheet. I’ll get back to you shortly.”
They talk every day briefly covering the day’s plan. Roger will move here when the administration building currently under construction is finished and the management trailers are installed. Single-family trailers with 2 or 3 bedrooms will only be available when the mine starts production. Another 6 to 8 months.
I get back into the office as Phil hangs up the phone. He’s smiling. He’s always smiling, but this particular smile is different. I frown, but I don’t ask. He’ll tell me if he wants to.
“Everything ok out there, Sam?”
“Yup, John and I made a change or two about the temporary storage of small items to make it easier for the guys to handle. Actually, they’re the ones who pointed out the difficulties. So, we all had a discussion and arrived at a solution. Everybody’s happy. Perhaps I should have asked you first. I didn’t think about that. Sorry!”
“No sweat, Sam. I trust you. That sort of day-to-day problem is more your thing than mine. Keep it up. You’re doing well. Hell, you’re doing great, Sam.” Phil winks at Sam and picks up his phone. “Phil here.” He listens, “Ok. When will that get here?” More listening, “Two days. Ok, we’ll get ready, and I’ll inform the contractor that 4 trucks and a shovel will be here the day after tomorrow around 4 PM. Ok. Bye!”
“Sam, you heard?” I nod. “Ok, I forgot the name of the guy who assembles those monsters. Can you call him? The details will be sent to your email as usual.”
“Yup. I just got it. I’ll take care of it, Phil.”
Phil gets another call, sounds like a private call, so I leave to give him some privacy. May as well get a coffee. Even when it’s business, I dislike listening to the conversation. The difficulty is that we share the office. I want to ask him about that book that he has about inventory management. He has it in his room but always forgets to bring it in.
“Ah, there you are. Oh! Thanks for the coffee. Sam, you don’t have to leave every time I get a call. Let’s make a deal here, ok? If it’s personal, I’ll just wave you out. OK?” He makes the gesture so there’s no confusion. “About that book, I keep forgetting. Well, come to my room after supper. This way you’re sure to finally put your hands on it. Works for you?”
“Yeah, but I’m training tonight. Can I come by later, probably after 9?
“No problem, Sam.”
Phil knows I like him. He caught me looking at him often enough. I see sometimes part of his hairy chest, a forest of long blond and grey hairs when he wears his shirt with two or three buttons undone. His bulging crutch which he never tries to hide. His strong thighs, firm small bum, hairy arms, and he’s good-looking. Sometimes, he looks over my shoulder when I’m working on my Excel spreadsheet, with a hand on my shoulder. Nice warm hand. I love that. I had sex with a guy once, at college and it was only a quick taste of our cocks and mostly masturbation. Man, I’d like to have sex with Phil. Maybe tonight, who knows?
After supper, I hurry to my room to change into my gym clothes. I always slip a pair of light sweatpants on top because I hate walking through the complex in gym shorts. As I get there, Bill is preparing the equipment, towels, and the rest of it. I give him a hand and a few minutes later, we’re ready for my bodybuilding program. He wants me to gain weight to increase my muscular mass. I try. He often comes and eats with me and helps me with the choice of foods to help me gain weight. So far, I’ve gained 5 lbs in two weeks. My goal is to reach 145lbs, lean no fat all muscles. So, I have 10 lbs to go. The program is excruciating. He pushes me to my limits for every exercise I have on my program. I like him, he’s a good man and keeps me on the right path. He has everything I like in a man: maturity, hairy, masculine, strong shoulders and chest, extraordinary ass, a bulge that invites touching, and green eyes. Beard and mustache well maintained. A rough facial feature, an oval face, and large dark eyebrows.
Most of the time I shower in the facilities where my room is. But sometimes, I shower at the gym when I’m the last one to leave. Bill is around cleaning up and he will occasionally shower with me. I admit that when he does, I always get a hard-on. He knows I look at him and it doesn’t seem to bother him. I think he gets quite hard as well. But I’m way too shy. I usually shower quickly and leave. He never lets me shower when the gym is full. He keeps reminding me that this is a work camp, and the guys are lonely. Some of them will be tempted to seduce me. They want sex, not a relationship and they take what they want, and sometimes a bit roughly.
He has the perfect body, muscled but not like a bodybuilder, lean with a little belly. A dark abundant fur covers his entire body. That, I must say, turns me on. He’s particularly well-equipped and has a killer butt. Man, I can only imagine what having sex with him would be.
I leave the shower, dry myself, get dressed and leave to pick up the famous book Phil wants me to read on material and inventory control. I’m a bit late, it’s 9:30 PM. I hope that it’s not too late. I’d hate to disturb him. Phil’s room, like mine, is in the last trailer section at the south end of the complex. I’m in the section « worker », he’s in the section, « management. » It’s a good five-minute walk. The trailer complex is quite large. It houses around 900 to 1000 workers. I see a man at the end of the corridor. As I approach, I realize the man is Phil and he’s entering his room.
I knock on the door and wait. Phil, wrapped in a towel coming out of the shower, opens the door and looks surprised to see me. He taps his forehead and says, “Oh, christ! I completely forgot about you. Damn, Sam, I’m sorry. I didn’t plan this, I swear.” He’s genuinely surprised.
I just shrug, “It’s ok, Phil. No problem. Want me to come back another time?”
“Of course not. Come on in, young man,” he lets me in. Nice large room. The bed is a double bed, not a single bed, and is tucked in an alcove on the right side as one enters the room, he has a small sitting area with a sofa, a kitchenette and a large TV mounted on the wall, a desk near the window, and a deluxe bathroom all tiled white with a glass walk-in shower. Wow!
“I’m having a beer. Would you like one? Or a cola maybe?” He points to the sofa, so I sit down and tell him that I’ll have the cola. He hands me the can of cola, opens his can of beer, and takes a sip. “Aaah… that feels good. Let me get that book. It’s up there on the shelf.” He moves right in front of me and extends his hand to get the book on the shelf above his desk, next to the sofa, where I’m sitting. The towel covering his lower body falls to the ground and I have his cock, a nice thick limp cock, and a full hairy sack, right in my face.
“For christ’s sake, I swear I didn’t plan this, Sam. I’m so sorry…”
I interrupt him, “Phil, I don’t mind.” I say smiling, “You look fantastic. Don’t be embarrassed.” My eyes are on his hairy naked body right in front of me, inches away. His cock starts to get hard, and he blushes. He’s a reddish blond guy, his pale skin makes his blush quite apparent.
Still sitting, without thinking, I take his growing member in my hand and kiss the head with wet lips. It only takes seconds for his dick to get really hard. I lick the knob and its sensitive outline ridge. Something I thought about doing so many times in my daydreaming episodes.
Phil moans, and whispers, “Sam, my boy, you don’t have to do this.” A weak plea. I continue licking his hard thick shaft going down to the root and I take one of his balls in my mouth and suck gently. My tongue goes all around it and I jump to the other ball and do the same thing. His sack is too large for me to fit in my mouth. Phil moans.
He looks at me, puts a hand under my chin and says, “Sam, let’s move to the bed.” I have never sucked a cock before. I just imagine what I should do. Ok, I’m inspired by the porn I look at. I can’t believe I just kissed his dick.
As I get up, Phil takes my t-shirt off and undoes my pants and pushes the zipper down. “My turn to see you, my boy.” I take the pants and my underwear off swiftly. I just stand in front of Phil with my full erection pointing up. He looks me up and down, gets closer and kisses me softly on the lips while his hand explores my firm hairy little bum. His tongue licks my lips and pushes inside my willing mouth. I let him ravage my mouth and tongue. Mouths locked, we move to the bed, and he pushes me on it and gets on top of me. Ummm, I love the touch of his furry warm body on mine. I’m as furry as he is, a little darker, but not much. He kisses me all over progressing slowly to my lower body.
His hands are busy rubbing everywhere. Then his tongue finds my knob and goes to work. Aaaah… He slurps, licks, and sucks my manhood for a few minutes. He rolls on his side, facing me, takes my face in his hands, “I like you, Sam. We’ll have sex, no penetration, as you are so willing, but we won’t get into a relationship, Sam. As tempting as you are, I have a sex partner, Reg a big grizzly bear of a man. A friend I’ve been working with on many jobs like this and we have sex regularly. Well, he’s more than just a friend. I know you like me, Sam. So, let’s enjoy this, tonight. This once, only.”
He looks at me, he sees disappointment. “Promise me, young man, that you are not going to rush to any men just to have sex. A place like this camp can be dangerous. I know most people here, so, promise me that if one man interests you, or one targets you, you’ll consult me first. Promise me, Sam.”
“Yes, Phil. I promise you. But I’m not the type to do that kind of thing. I’m usually shy and not this forward. I’m not sure what prompted me to do this. I’m sorry, Phil.”
“Most of these men are good hard-working men. Loneliness is what troubles them and they look for some comfort, and sex is their relief valve. Masturbation has its limits.”
“Hey, my beautiful Sam, let’s have sex, I’ll show you the basics and we’ll have a wonderful memory we can privately share. Who knows what might happen later?”
He rolls me on top of him and we kiss. Then he rolls me back to the bed and leans over me. He starts kissing my shoulder, moving to my neck, up to my ear which he licks and sucks, Ummm. Our mouths meet again, and the kissing becomes more passionate with tongues swirling and sucking. His hands are all over my hairy chest and belly and that makes me squirm with pleasure. His hard cock is pressed against my thigh which I rock in slow motion trying to rub his gorgeous thick cock. Phil lifts himself on his elbows and starts kissing and licking my chest paying special delicious attention to each of my erect nipples. My excitement increases as he’s getting closer and closer to my groin.
My heart starts beating faster and harder. I’ve never been touched that way. All my senses are on high alert. I can see his big tool hanging down from his lower body. Oh, my! I wish I could get it in me. I want him to fuck me just then, but I know it’s not going to happen. Then, Phil lowers himself between my legs and looks at me, his beautiful pale blue eyes locked on my brown eyes, and he takes the swollen head on my cock in his mouth and slowly moves it around my glans. Oh, my! I can’t believe the sensation running through my entire body. I tense with pleasure. He knows that all this is new to me, and he takes his time letting me savour the intense feeling of what he’s doing. His eyes still locked into mine. Hypnotized, I can’t let go of his eyes either.
My knob pops out of his mouth and his tongue gets busy from my glans to my balls. Phil grabs my hips to control my squirming around. Intense pleasure rocks my entire body. My cock disappears into his mouth. His head goes up and down my dick, his tongue licks, and swirls around it at the same time and he sucks lightly on the way up my cock. I can’t take it anymore. I whisper to him, “I’m coming, Phil. Aaaahhh, so gooood….”
Then my brain explodes, my body gets rigid and bang, my cum bursts into his mouth and throat. Burst after burst of cum erupts from my cock. I’m floating on a cloud of lust and unbelievably intense pleasure. My cock is still in his warm and wet mouth full of my cum which Phil expertly swallows. For a while, I’m not sure where I am. I slowly come down from that incredible high and Phil has moved on top of me and he’s looking down at me with a smile of intense satisfaction.
“You liked it, didn’t ya, my sweet, gorgeous Sam?” He kisses me with tenderness for a long time. He lets me taste my cum in his mouth and I lap every bit of it.
“Now, Sam, it’s your turn to make love to me. You didn’t even lose your erection, you little devil. You’re ready or would you like to take a break?”
My answer, I start kissing and licking him from the other end of his sexy hairy body. From the toes, I slowly moved up to his inner thighs. I teased him with an occasional lap of his balls. His eyes never waiver from looking at me, lying with his hands behind his head comfortably resting on a couple of pillows. Before sucking his balls, I surprise him by licking his perineum and the edge of his anus. He jumped, just a little when he felt my wet tongue down there. I smile at him, he winks back. I gently swallow one of his balls and suck it gently as he did to me. What a sensation, oh, damn that feels so wonderful. His groan of appreciation got me more excited.
I try to take the whole sack, but it is too large, or I lack experience. I lick and suck and kiss his 8″ hard penis and I spend a lot of time on his gorgeous knob. I love it. It feels perfect in my mouth and obviously, he likes it, a lot judging from the sweet noises he makes. I’m so excited that I come close to ejaculating.
“Let it come, Sam. It’s ok to come while making slow love like this. Especially when you’re young.”
I breathe deeply and continue licking, kissing, and sucking going up his body. I love his hard nipple, quite a bit larger than mine. His hairy body, his furry chest with long hairs covering his nipples. I rub my face in his thick forest. Phil is covered with a light sheen of sweat. I climb further up and start kissing him all over his face, cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders while I rub my cock and my body on his glorious hairy, massive body. As we are kissing hard and deep, with lust and passion, we rub in unison with increased energy. Phil moans, groans and whimpers and he starts pumping his hips frantically and we both come almost at the same time. Fuck that’s good. My mind blows, my body tenses, and fireworks burst I’m floating in total lust and pleasure. It takes several minutes to come down from our high.
I raise myself and move down to his belly where all the cum has pooled. I lick every bit of it and move back up and share my treasure with Phil whose mouth is eagerly waiting for its share. We tongue each other’s mouth until all of it is swallowed. I’m still hard as a rock and so is my incredible partner. I go down and do my best to blow him. I suck, lick, slurp, and kiss for nearly 20 minutes, following his tips from time to time, when he fires his cum deep into my throat. Oh! Fuck that’s so gooood. After a little while, Phil pulls me up and kisses me. We fall asleep with Phil spooning me. I’ve never felt this good in my life. Being held by this wonderful hairy man tucked close to his warm body is like heaven to me.
At 4 AM, I kiss Phil lightly on the lips, I get up slowly, get dressed and leave for my room. It’s like a dream. But I’m also sad because there won’t be a next time. With him. I shower and go to bed for a couple of hours.
After breakfast, I walk into the office and there he is, sitting and sipping his coffee. That smile of his turns me on every time. Phil simply says, “thank you for the wonderful evening and night, Sam.”
I smile at him, he notices my hard-on, I shrug and tell him, “I can’t thank you enough, Phil. It was extraordinary and generous of you to do that for me. Thank you.”
It is a busy time as construction on the site is ramping up. Lots of material comes in. It’s all shipped by train to Savant Lake, less than 3 km away and from there by truck to the Camp Mining Site. So, I get to work. I have several e-mails to go through and verify all the receiving reports I’m getting from the guy at the receiving warehouse.
Just before 6 PM, the end of the working day, Reg, Phil’s friend, appears at the door of our office. Of course, I don’t know who he is, other than what Phil told me, which is very little. I’ve never met him before anywhere on camp. Phil looks up to see who’s showing up at closing time, “hey! Reg!” he says with enthusiasm, “You’re back. That’s great.” He gets up and hugs his special partner. Reg looks at me, frowning. “This is Sam. The young wonder who makes my life here easier every day.” Says Phil with enthusiasm.
I get up from my desk and shake hands with this giant bald man with a brown well-trimmed bushy beard and mustache, soft tender light brown eyes, wearing a well-fitting pink shirt and black pants perfectly fitting his lower body showing a well-packed bulge. His smile is contagious and helps to soften his rather rough-looking facial features. His shirt is open a little bit and shows abundant brown and grey chest hairs.
“Nice to meet you, Sam, Phil has nothing but good things to say about you.” A nice masculine voice, soft and clear, and well-articulated. This man certainly received a superior education.
“Well, Reg, I’m really pleased to meet you. Although, other than your name and the fact that you like anything mechanical, and fishing, Phil didn’t tell me a whole lot about you. I hope we can have a chance to talk about our common interests sometime soon.”
Phil intervenes,” Well, Sam, let’s go for supper the three of us. You can make better acquaintance.”
At the cafeteria, we pick up our food and go sit at one of the long tables alongside the southwest side of the large dining area. I’m surprised when Reg sits next to me facing Phil on the other side of the table. But I remember that they are not a couple. Their relationship is purely physical, sex. I make sure that during supper we include Phil in the conversation, I notice that Reg understands very well what I’m doing. We sit there a long time, having fun and talking about a whole lot of subjects. I found out that Reg is a structural engineer, and that Phil is a logistics engineer. Unfortunately, my father didn’t want me to « waste time at a university » because he had decided that I would work on the family farm learning all the ins and outs of that business which, he said at the time, couldn’t be learned on a school bench. » I didn’t talk about why and how I got here. I didn’t need to be reminded of his ultra-conservatism philosophy which made him get rid of his gay son.
***
Three weeks later
Reg and I have become very good friends. I noticed that he’s not coming to the office anymore just before supper. I don’t ask questions. He’ll tell me about it when he chooses to if he ever wants to. However, he meets me at the cafeteria for supper every night, since Bill, my gym coach and martial arts teacher, is almost always eating with Phil. So, it looks like the two of them are connecting. I prefer to leave them alone, of course.
Reg doesn’t seem bothered at all. Why should he be? I thought to myself. He seems more interested in me. I think. I like him. He’s what I dream of in my wet dreams; big, hairy, well-equipped, and loving sex, a lot.
Tonight. Reg accompanies me to the gym; this is one of the three nights per week I go to the gym. Bill, smiling, greets me as usual with his little tap on the back. “Ready for your program. Tonight’s going to be a tough one, little man, he tells me with that nasty little grin of his. Reg and Bill shake hands. They know each other quite well. “Reg, you can make use of the facilities, of course,” Bill says.
“That’s ok, I’ll just relax and watch you two in action,” replies Reg.
He sits down out of the way in a chair with a view of the whole gym and patiently waits for me. Bill’s a bit amused by that and has this questioning look.
“He wants to see what my gym program is like. Wait ’til he sees us when we go through the martial arts program. By the way, tomorrow is still on, isn’t it?” I tell Bill.
“Yup, at 7 sharp, young man. And be ready because we move into a more, ummm… involved phase. There will be some contacts. I hope he’s ready for what he will see. If I were you, I’d tell him that.”
“OK, coach. I will.”
At the end of the night, Reg walks with me to my room after I take my shower at the gym. There was nobody else there that late. I invite him in, of course, and I offer him a beer or coffee. I have a small fridge, a toaster, and an all-important coffee machine. He’s impressed by the hard work I put in at the gym. It reflects in my physique. He remembers when I first arrive here. I was skinnier and not muscular at all. The change is quite remarkable.
Like me, he prefers a big mug of coffee. I sit on my bed, and he sits on the chair. We talk about going fishing. He knows this area very well. He grew up here. That’s when I learn that he is an Anishinaabe Algonquin (Ojibwe) and that his real surname is Makwa (bear). He was educated in a catholic brother’s school in English, and his name was changed to Reginald when he started school in grade 1. Why? He doesn’t know. His family name remained unchanged, and he doesn’t know why since most other boys had their names and family names changed. So, all his official papers mention the name of Reginald, ignoring his natural name given by his parents. He submitted an official request to have his name, Reginald, changed to his original native name Makwa. Of course, like everything governmental, it will take 2 or 3 lifetimes to get processed.
At some point, he sits on the bed next to me, takes my face into his enormous hands and kisses me, lightly on the lips for a long moment. He says nothing else, gets up and says good night. Unable to react, I just stay there. A minute or two, or three go by. I take my phone and text him, “Come back, please. I want you.”
Two minutes later he knocks on my door. I shiver with excitement. I open the door, he enters and closes the door and without saying a word, we kiss with passion. We start undressing each other piece by piece discovering each other’s bodies. What a man he is. He’s hairy all over, like me, and that turns me on. Big wide thick shoulders and huge arms, a chest covered by a thick forest of long light brown and grey fur hiding his nipples and flowing down to his pelvis. The fur continues down around his genitals, covers his perineum, his butt crack and hides his love hole hidden in that great-looking valley. A less dense fur covers his buttocks, thighs, and legs. His thick arms are surrounded by the same heavy forest of long hairs.
His thick dick is hard and stands proudly at a 45° upwards, perfectly straight and his big round thick knob is hidden by his foreskin strained by his formidable erection. It looks about 8″, quite thick. The big guy stands silent, excited, and enjoying being scrutinized closely. His soft brown eyes take me in completely and he twirls a finger wanting me to turn around. As he looks at my ass, “Oh, my,” escapes his lips. I do the same gesture. He smiles as he turns around for me. “Wow,” is what comes out of my mouth.
He moves close to me, hugs and kisses me all over my neck, and cheeks, munches my ears, kisses my shoulders, and pulls me to the bed. We lay side by side on the narrow bed, facing each other and we continue kissing. His hands float over my body thus creating a wave of goosebumps. He’s big and impressive, but delicate and gentle with his kissing and his touches. His fingers play a symphony of pleasures on my skin while his mouth and tongue explore every inch within its reach. My fingers softly caress his bald head, and my eyes follow his every move.
His mouth finds my hard vibrating cock standing nearly at 90°. The tip of his tongue tickles the urethra which pokes out of my foreskin. I moan at the touch of his tongue which continues along each side of the slit. His lips push down on the skin covering my knob, the sensation is mind-boggling. I twitch as the skin slips under the glans exposing it to Reg’s warm and wet mouth. I feel his tongue twirling around my swollen head which penetrates deeper and deeper into his mouth. “Ummm…” I whisper my appreciation. I’m not a loud lover. I keep my moans and groans and comments low like a private secret I share only with my lover. Reg is even quieter. But he responds to my reactions. He brings me close to orgasm two, or three times and retreats when I get too close.
He gets on top of me, and he looks me in the eyes with those hypnotizing pale brown eyes. He murmurs, “You want me to continue, or would you like to get on top of me and make love to me?”
If he continues, it means he will get inside me. If I get on top of him, we can do this for a longer time, and postpone his taking me fully. I’ve never, you know…
“I’d like to get on top for a while, see if I can please you as well as you pleased me if it’s ok?”
“That’s what I prefer, Sam. It will make our lovemaking much longer. I’m in no hurry. The longer we make love like this the better the orgasms we’ll get, I promise you. I like the way you respond to me. Your body is so perfect, so beautiful. You excite me to no end, little man.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him down and kiss him with passion. He reacts to my kissing with the same passion. He hugs me tight and rolls on his back with me on top of him. Our bodies rubbing; so erotic. I straddle my giant and continue kissing him. Our lips touch lightly. Our tongues search the other and rub when they meet. Our mouths press down and open a wide passage for our tongues to play in our wet caverns of pleasure. “Ummm…” we both growl, moan and groan our contentment.
I bury my hands in his deep and thick chest fur where I find a large erect nipple begging to be played with, to be licked and sucked. I gladly relieve such desires. His manly smell excites me. My nose is plunged into his fur, my tongue and lips go wild on his nipple, and Reg squirms with pleasure. My fingers search and find the other nipple which demands its share of attention. My fingers play with it, pinching it a little while my mouth and tongue finish pleasing its neighbour. Mouth and tongue move rapidly to the other nipple and please it with tenderness, wetness, kisses, and small bites. Reg moans and groans with his eyes riveted on my eyes. He loves this. I take my time. His nipples are steel hard, erect, and swollen.
I nuzzle my way down through his thick fur covered by a shiny sheen. I sniff his masculine musk, so intoxicating, I’m so hard. It won’t take much for me to come. My nose is now at the base of Reg’s towering cock. I tickle the wide base. He wiggles wanting more. I lick his cock from base to top and all around. The tip of my tongue teases his urethra, his foreskin is almost completely off his glans. His erection is phenomenal. I feel his excitement. My giant squirms, his hips pushing upwards. I play with him. He growls low and long. I finally open my mouth wide and gradually take his gigantic knob inside. My tongue goes round and round this sensitive swollen mass of pleasures. Reg relaxes the thrust of his hips and seems to concentrate on the pleasure I’m giving him. What a feeling in my mouth, I love the taste of it. My tongue makes love to it.
I move down his shaft an inch at a time. I breathe through my nose heavily. I savour his manhood, I want more of it in my mouth, in me. I start moving slowly up and down Reg’s perfect cock and gain more and more cock in my mouth, I relax as much as I can and take about 6 inches of his massive love tool. I accelerate and suck moderately on the way up, while my hand follows below with the same movement. I feel my giant’s respiration accelerating, his hips start their dance in unison with my mouth. Reg growls low and long each time I move up on his dick. His eyes are closed, his body gets rigid. He’s coming.
“Sam, my beautiful lover, you’re making me come. Arrrrgg… Sam… I’m coming, babe…”
I’m not ready for this. His body violently bombards my mouth with a delicious cream. His cock is so hard, so gorged with blood, it floods my mouth with Reg’s seed. It overflows my mouth. It leaks down his huge shaft. I swallow as much of it as I can. Ummm… Christ, it’s so gooood. A bit salty.
I keep Reg’s penis in my mouth for a long time, licking every bit of come. I lap his shaft clean, his balls are full of his cum. I take care of that too. Reg’s body finally quiets down, his breathing calms down, and his heart regains a normal beat.
My powerful giant bear pulls me on top of him and brings my mouth to his. His tongue wants in, and I let him ravage my mouth. He licks all the cum still on my face and chin, and neck.
“Wow! Sam. Oh, fuck. That was fantastic. Man, what a trip. What an orgasm. Christ, I thought I was going to explode. I did, didn’t I? My beautiful Sam. My little man. I…”
He stops, pulls me into a tight hug, and tells me, “Thank you. I’ve never experienced such a pleasure. Now, seeing that you are as hard as granite, please fuck me.” I just looked at him… He smiles at me. He opens his legs wide and pulls up his knees. “Get in, Sam, before you come all over my belly.”
I get on my knees. Reg takes my pulsating cock in his shovel size hand making it look like a tiny little dick, he puts my knob tight against his anus and whispers, “Please, Sam. Fuck me, babe.” I push in and find little resistance. My knob pops inside… “Ooooh, man, oooh, sooo good,” I say looking at him smiling at me. I can’t believe the sensation. “Push in, Sam. I want all of you inside me. Make me yours, babe.” And I do. I know I will not last long, I was ready to come an hour ago. I start moving in and out and I notice that Reg is moving his pelvis in a slow rhythm which I follow. He pulls me down on him. My face close to him, we lock eyes and I follow his increasing rhythm. He smiles. He knows I’m on the verge of coming, my breathing accelerates, my eyes lose focus, and my heart races like crazy.
“Come, Sam. Don’t fight it. Let yourself go.”
“Aaaaah, I’m coming my love. I’mmmm…” My cock seems to grow tenfold, and I can feel the walls of Reg’s rectum pressing down on my cock. My body bends, my head is thrown back and my cum burst violently out my canon into Reg’s body. Jet after jet after jet of come. I feel Reg bursting cock. His cum covers his chin, his chest, and his belly. He’s squirming with me on top of him. We both are lost in our fantastic orgasms. Our growls, groans and moans continue for a long time. With my hands on his chest, I slowly recover from an extraordinary voyage into the world of sublime pleasure. My cock is still hard and is still inside my big bear lover. His beautiful loving eyes are plunged into mine. He smiles at me. His hands are gently rubbing my cheeks. We are both completely drenched in sweat. In a magnificent love sweat.
“Can you honour me some more, my beautiful Sam?”
“Oh yes, I will my loving grizzly. But it’s your turn to, euh… honour me. Isn’t it?”
“You never had a man inside you, have you?” I just shake my head. Is he turning me down? I think. My disappointment shows on my face, I’m sure.
Reg rolls me over and he moves to make room on the bed for me. He looks deep into my eyes, lust, and tenderness in his gaze, “OK, Sam. If I hurt you, you tell me. Promise me, Sam.”
I nod, “I’m ready for you, Reg. I want you, just you.”
He gets on top of me, as he understands that foreplay isn’t on my mind. I want him in me. My body is relaxed and willing to accept him. My desire is strong. Seeing that furry giant getting ready to take me, inflames my lust. He gets settled between my legs which I have pulled up and wide level with my chest, I look straight into his eyes. He grabs the bottle of lube on the night table and applies it to my rosebud. He takes his middle finger, his large middle finger well lubed, and teases around my hole, “Ummm…” It feels so good. The tip of his finger presses lightly against it and to his surprise, he finds little resistance. Our eyes are still locked, and I smile at him. He gets in place. I slap his hand and I take his manhood in my hand and place its head on my expecting and willing love hole. He pushes delicately. A little bit more and his knob enters me. I feel it popping inside.
I jerk a little, “Ummm…” Yes, he’s in me, I want more. I place my heels on his hairy butt and pull him. He pushes inside slowly a couple of inches. I feel the girth of his manhood, it’s hot and wet, my eyes still looking him in the eyes. He waits a minute or so and pushes in another 2″. He stays put. I feel it much more, a little pain but largely eclipsed by the fact that my giant is getting deeper into my love canal.
“Ummm… so good I feel you in me, Reg. More please.”
He smiles at me. He relaxes. Until now he had been tensed, afraid to hurt me. There is pain, but the feeling of his cock against the walls of my rectum beats the pain hands down. He pushes in the rest of the way slowly without stopping. He lowers himself. I jerk a little and pull his face close to mine. I brush my lips on his. He responds tenderly. I start moving my hips against his body. He follows my movements. Then he takes charge. He lowers his body on me careful not to put too much weight on my body, his hairy body close to mine, it makes me crazy. He moves gently slowly a little at a time. Incredible.
“Aaaahhh… So good, Reg.”
He nuzzles me on the neck, I can feel his hot breath on me. I wrap my arms around him and press my leg around the top of his buttocks. I get into his rhythm, and I let myself go. His body moving on top of me, the rubbing of our furs, the sheen of sweat covering us, the smell of sex, of his musk and his masculine odour all enhanced by my heightened senses increase my love for him. Lust invades my mind, my body and his too. He moves rhythmically at a steady rate. We both try to make it last as long as possible. Then my body wants relief, it cries for relief, and I tense.
“Come for me, my Sam. I’m ready, too. Just let go, my little man. I’m coming, lad. Ummm… I love you, Sam.”
I hear the words. I love him too. My balls send their contents through my cock, and I feel Reg’s hot liquid fill my insides. He purrs low and long in my ear, biting my neck, we both convulse and groan together. Our cocks release hot intimate semen in multiple jets. I’m holding him tight and he’s hugging me with his bulging arms. At that moment, we are one in body and mind. Our orgasms take over and send us into the ultimate and most intimate pleasure.
Just before the sun rises, Reg kisses Sam on the lips, just a brushing, gets up and puts his clothes on and leaves for his room. Unlike Sam’s room, he has a shower, which he badly needs after last night’s lovemaking. His work shift only starts at 1 PM, so he decides to go see an old lady, Ahki, who lives just on the other side of Saugeen (Savant Lake). She’s well-known and highly respected by her community. When someone is troubled or wants her guidance, she’s the one they go to. She’s the medicine woman of this Ojibwe / Algonquin community and is known to have the ability to feel the flow of life, and things that may happen. Her connection to Mother Earth is strong, and like her, she suffers the mortal wounds inflicted on her by the destructive human civilization.
***
The morning light floods the room lightly filtered by a translucent blind. I open my eyes and stretch my arms. I know Reg has left early and I remember his gentle kiss. I get up, put on my black sweatpants and a t-shirt, grab my morning kit, a towel, and go to the shared bathroom a few doors down from my room. It’s early July, the sun is up, and the temperature is already 25° C. It’s going to be a hot one. Reg occupies my mind and I’m happy as can be. I’m in love, he loves me. It’s going to be a wonderful day.
Tonight, I start a new phase in my martial arts training with Bill. Training with real contact. I’ll probably be pounded like a punching bag. Part of the learning curve, Bill tells me. Reg is working until midnight. I hope I’ll see him tonight.
***
It’s very early, but he knows Ahki always welcomes him, no matter the time of day he shows up. He’s sitting at her table sipping her morning cup of tea made of plants picked in the forest surrounding her house. Her little house is made of white pine logs forgotten by the logging company by the trackside years ago. The locals used these forgotten logs to build their medicine woman a house after she lost hers in a forest fire. Makwa (Reg) loved going to visit her when he got away from school for a short vacation.
As soon as you enter the house, you can see on the rear wall on either side of a large window a dozen shelves with all kinds of jars full of things unknown to him, drying or dried plants held upside down, and a bunch of weird stuff with eyes looking at you. There is this aroma of a thousand scents, each one tickling your nose at one time or another. A small kitchen occupies the space on the right as you enter the house and on the left is a big stone fireplace. A beautiful oak table crafted by one of the village artisans stands proudly in front of the stone fireplace. She has no sofa, no easy chair, just that large table with 6 chairs flanking it. She always sits with her back to the fireplace, at the end of the table. Her bedroom is at the back on the right and a bathroom separates her bedroom from the kitchen. On one side of the fireplace are shelves full of books. Some are very old documents, more like parchment with drawings and maps.
A knock at the door, “Come in Makwa.” He enters shaking his head, “How did you know it was me?” He asks.
“I was expecting you. Look at you, Makwa! Happiness has found you, at last. No… Nnno… Oh! It’s love. Your heart is filled with love!” Ahki’s voice is low and raspy certainly due to her smoking. She smokes a pipe, a weird pipe that curves down right after the mouthpiece and turns back up about 6″ below, packed with what she calls « wild forest tobacco ». Whatever that is. It smells sweet though. She smokes continually. The house is almost always filled with this blueish cloud which gives this place an atmosphere of mysteries and secrets. Much like a witch’s lair.
Reg sits at the right of Ahki, his face radiating his feeling.
“I met my soul mate, Ahki.” As always, he tells her everything.
“We made love, not sex. I mean love. My body, his body, our minds melted together. I never had such extraordinary orgasms. For a moment, we were one, mind and body. I was his first lover, you know complete physical relation augmented by a strong desire to love, to please. A beautiful sensitive young man.” He pauses a few moments, “I love him, you know, and I think that he loves me too,” He looks straight into her amazing crystal-clear blue eyes and nods.
“Yes. I know. Sam is his name. I felt your union, powerful as I never felt before. I rarely get such vibration. You are one of the few people I’m strongly connected to.” She takes a sip of tea. “Oh, tea or coffee. You haven’t had any breakfast, Makwa.” She gets up and goes to her kitchen.
“No, no, Ahki. I’ll eat at the cafeteria.”
“Nonsense, I can cook bacon and eggs, and toast. Come my giant, give me a hand. I’m hungry myself.”
While busy making coffee, cooking the bacon and boiling the eggs, Reg tells her everything about the first time they met and how easy and natural they are together. Ahki listens and smiles. She is as happy as her giant. He had such a hard life.
“He’s young and so smart. He loves mechanics and fishing, but he hates hunting. I can talk about tons of things with him. He makes me feel smart.”
She looks at him, “But you are smart. You understand things that not even an experienced engineer would. You know, respect and love Mother Earth like no one else here. Teach him that love.” She pauses, looks him in the eyes, “Make love to him often.” She smiles.
“You bet. You know, he’s good, inexperienced, but good. He notices everything, pays attention to all the details, and he can last as long as me. Surprised you are, hey?”
Ahki drinks Reg’s happiness. “You’ll bring him here to see me, won’t you?”
He looks at her surprised by her question, “Of course, Ahki. I wouldn’t have it any other way. You two are the most important people in my life. You’ll see him often, because I tell you, his curiosity is insatiable. You better get ready. He will so love you. Oh! He wants to learn our language. You’re the one to teach him. Will you?”
“Oh yes. I want to get close to this young man. I never had a connection with a white man. But I felt him with you, it was so strong. I can’t wait to meet him.” The old lady smiles at her giant.
“As soon as I return to my regular day shift. Another 3 days. I’ll bring him. He loves to fish, by the way.”
Ahki stands on the porch and looks sadly at Reg. She didn’t tell him about her premonition concerning Sam. Something dark threatens him. Be strong my boy and be there for your lover… she thinks sadly.
***
Rough night, I think after the training session. Bill roughed me up a little at first and then showed me the basics of defence first. I leave the shower and I see Bill waiting for me by the door so he can lock up. He says good night and takes the direction of his room. I stop at the fast-food counter, as I almost always do after gym. Louis, the cook, starts cooking a hamburger and puts fries in the fryer as soon as he sees me coming out of the alley into the main corridor. I sit on one of the stools, sip my ice-cold Diet Coke waiting for me on the counter and soon enough my recovery meal appears in front of me. Louis likes to talk. He likes people and everybody likes him. He knows about Bill’s method and smiles at Sam, “Ummm, got roughed up a bit, haven’t you?”
“A bit you say. Christ, he practically through me at the other end of the gym,” I say laughing.
We continue our nonsensical conversation until a couple of workers show up and order. As usual, I gobble down my meal fast. I’m always so hungry after such a workout. I wave at Louis as I walk away towards my room at the end of the long main corridor.
I stop to relieve myself before I get to my room and as I unlock my door, someone grabs me from the back. A big arm around my neck squeezes me so hard I can hardly breathe, let alone yell. A powerful stinking man pulls me away and carries me out without any trouble at all. I try to kick, and I struggle frantically to no avail. My room is the second to last on this trailer, the outside door is just a few feet away.
***
Six security officers are driving around the site looking for me. Earlier, Phil found my cell on the floor in front of my room. The door was slightly open, the lights were off. No sign of me inside my dark room. He also saw one of the dark blue running shoes that I wear for the gym in front of the exit door. He immediately called Security. A real commotion ensued. Security officers and about fifty men are out and looking for me all around the mine site.
Jim, the officer in charge, a big guy of 6’5″, suddenly yells, “I got him, I got him.” His voice is transmitted to all the other officers, and they immediately converge on his position. He comes out of a pile of wood pallets where he found me lying, bloody and semi-conscious, on top of a small pile of pallets. That large and high pile of pallets is less than 50 feet across from the exit door where my room is.
He looks at me and says, “OK, Sam. I got you. You’ll be all right. I got you, little buddy.” I just look at him, I can’t say a word. My mouth is full of blood, and my hands are too. Every inch of me hurts. He grabs me in his arms and starts running. All I can think at that moment is, christ, he’s strong. Then my mind retreats and runs from my reality.
Suddenly, I found myself flat on my stomach on a table of some sort under a damn bright white light. I hear people talking but not clearly. My vision clears up a little bit at a time. I panic and I grab a black shirt that’s right in front of me. I’m not letting go, is all I can think. The pain is horrendous. My ass is on fire. My back aches horribly. I remember getting hit twice by a huge hand across the face. I spit blood. Then I start shaking out of control. I hear that voice again, the man that found me. I have his shirt in my fist. He bends down so I can see him.
“We’ve got you, Sam. My name is Jim. I’m a security officer. The doc is examining you. Can you understand what I say?” I nod, barely.
“What’s your name?”
“Sam.” I manage to say. My voice, barely audible sounds like a gurgle to me. If he knows my name, why is he asking me my name?
“Do you know where you are?”
“Infirmary, camp.” Another wet gurgle. He said the doc is examining me. So, where else would I be?
“Is there someone we can call? A friend maybe?”
“Reg, call Reg, big guy, friend… Phil, boss…” Tears start to run down the side of my face.
“OK, Sam. I know them. Can you let go of me?”
“No, no, please…” I panic. I can’t let go. Just can’t. The doctor is holding me down.
“OK, little buddy. I’ll stay here with you. It’s all right. I’m here. You’re safe.”
I hear someone call. The doc appears in my field of vision. I small guy. Gentle, calm voice. He’s removing bloody latex gloves. He squats down, “You’ll be fine, Sam. I must examine your anus and rectum. There will be discomfort and probably some pain. You’re ok with that.” I nod. The doc disappears.
How much can this hurt after what the bastards did to me? Oh, I remember something. I pull at Jim’s shirt, and he looks down at me.
“I remember something,” I tell him barely able to speak. He bends down.
“That’s good. What is it?” He’s very close to me. My voice is very raspy and low.
I hear a commotion nearby. Reg? Or Phil perhaps?
“Tell me’ Sam. Phil just arrived. It’s ok. You’ll see him after the doc performs you know…”
“They were three of them. A big guy, very big guy. He’s the one who grabbed me. He smells bad, really bad. One small fellow, I kicked him hard in the balls. Very hard. He must be injured. The other is a bit smaller than you. These two raped me, the giant was the last one and he was… He hit me hard on the face at least twice when the other was, you know. I lost it for a bit there. They held me down when the other… They took turns, in my ass, in my mouth…” I’m unable to continue. Jim delicately puts his big paw on my head and whispers a « thank you ». His voice trembling, almost choking. I’m still holding his shirt tight. He’s my anchor, otherwise, I’m sure I would lose my mind.
“The doc is ready. Maybe, it’s best if I leave you when he examines you…”
I panicked. “No, no. Please, don’t…” Someone’s holding me from above, very carefully. Then, Reg appeared. I started to cry.
“I’m here, Sam. Let go of Jim,” he takes my hand away, “he’s got work to do. I’m here, love. I won’t leave you.” He’s crouching in front of me, his light brown eyes connected to mine. I stop crying, my tears flow and wet the side of my face. He puts his hand gently on my head, “I’ll take care of you, love.”
He looks up and nods. Then the doc does what he told me he would do. It hurts, a lot. Tears continue, but I don’t move, I just look at Reg and I see how much he suffers with me, how much he loves me. I grab his shirt, my anchor, and wait for the exam to be over. But it’s far from finished. My back is full of splinters, and scratches, some quite large. I’m practically naked. All I have left is the front and shoulders of my t-shirt and my socks. Shoes, pants, and undies are gone.
Reg stays right in front of me during the whole treatment, never taking his eyes away from mine. He gave me the courage that I needed. Phil is not allowed in this part of the infirmary, so he waits outside. A nurse, Emma, is helping the doc remove the splinters, clean the wounds, and apply some ointment. It takes a long time. I remain quiet, immobile almost insensitive to their ministrations. I’m tired, no, exhausted. But Reg is with me, and he keeps me here and now.
The sun is just rising above the horizon when everything is done. The doc injected me with a powerful painkiller and gave Reg a bunch of pills for me to take regularly. Reg will take care of that. Surprisingly, I’m able to sit. I look at Reg, sitting next to me and I tell him, “I’m so hungry.” He starts to laugh. His big rumbling laugh gets everybody else to laugh. It feels so good. He bends down and kisses me ever so lightly. I wish I could make love to him. I’ll find a way, count on it.
Jim appeared, smiling, “We arrested two of them, the guy with the broken nuts and the big guy. That was tough. But he didn’t last long. Ben has a good fist… We’ll get the other one soon, I promise you, Sam. Christ, you’re a brave man, Sam.” He looks at Reg, “I’ll keep you informed, Reg. Keep him close, though.”
Reg answers, “I won’t let him out of my sight, you can bet on it. I’ll bring him to a safe place. I’ll tell you later where, ok?” Jim looks at me, he winks, “Ok, Reg.” He squeezes Reg’s shoulder and leaves.
The doc prefers me to stay under observation for a day or so, but Reg convinces him that he will take me to his room and that the doc or the nurse can come to Reg’s room to do their things whenever they want. Reg and Phil, who cried a lot, carefully sit me in a wheelchair and we leave. Reg holds me by the back of the neck, so my back doesn’t touch the chair. It’s exposed and raw.
“Guys, I’m hungry! We stop at Louis’, I want breakfast.” And, we did have breakfast at Louis’. The poor guy cried when he saw that I was the one everyone talks about this morning. H got a free breakfast. A huge plate of everything I love. Nice guy, Louis.
I know that the next few days will be a bit tough, but, as the doc said earlier, the problem will be here, pointing his finger at his head. He wants to see me every week. He’s a caring and gentle doctor as I’ve never seen before.
After three days in Reg’s room, with the doc’s permission, Reg takes me to Ahki’s home. “She will take good care of you.” I frowned, a look of fear in my eyes, “No, no, love. I’ll be there too. I’m taking some of the vacations I’m due. She has a big bed and I’ll sleep with you,” he says with that charming smile of his.
***
Reg and Ahki fuss a lot around me. Some days it’s a bit much, but they mean well, and my giant is never far. I expect to have nightmares every night, but it does not happen. I accept the fact that they were jerks, they’re paying for it now. Maybe the presence of Reg mothering me like I’m a fragile baby requiring constant attention, or my discussions with Ahki, sometimes horribly painful because she takes me where I do not want to go. Reliving the assault, the hits, the injuries, but the scariest part is to relive the rape and what it does to my psyche, to my soul. I yelled I cried, I ran out away from her, I insulted her, and I said horrible things. I finally get over that. For the past couple of weeks, the pain is there, but less vivid. It has lost its power over me. At times, it was as if she was tearing out the insides of my soul trying to root out the seed of this horror before it spreads like cancer. Now I understand what she was doing, and I’m very grateful. She won against the evil that tries to darken my essence. Of course, I get the odd nightmare, but they don’t scare me anymore.
Reg sleeps with me, spoons me and holds me tight against him sharing with me his warmth his strength and his unconditional love. We have not made love since the incident, over a month now. But his tenderness, the gentle touches, the words whispered into my ear at night make me love him more and more with each passing day. He’s my first love and will be the last one. Of that, I’m absolutely sure.
This morning, in bed, as daylight broomed the night veil away, I watched Reg sleep, so beautifully, I knew at that moment that my soul, my mind and my body had come through the thick fog. His love got me through the nightmare. My mind is clear, my soul at peace and my body full of vigour. I’m ready to live fully again. I’m finishing my chores, today is my turn to clean up the house. Not that it is unclean, Ahki is very particular about cleanliness. Reg enters the house with his arms full of fresh garden veggies that Ahki and he have been growing. The first of this year’s crop. His smile is so contagious, I get up in a hurry ready to help with the cleaning and prepping. Ahki follows right behind him carrying what looks like enough green lettuce to feed the entire community. As always, her glance gets right through my barriers. She stands, with her mountain of lettuce in her arms, and she smiles. I look back at her and she understands. Reg looks from me to her, to me.
“What’s going on?” he asks, surprised by both our smiling.
Ahki answers, “My beautiful giant, Sam is back. Our Sam is back.”
Reg looks at me, dumps the ton of vegetables he’s carrying on the counter and moves behind me and hugs me tight against his shaking body tears running down his cheeks and disappearing into his thick beard. Ahki leaves whistling some happy tune. I let Reg hold me, absorbing his warmth, I put my hands on his huge bear paws, open his arms, and turn around and I kiss him with a new passion, pouring my love into him. He responds with a gentle force.
“Reg, please make love to me.”
He picks me up and brings me to the bed tucked in the back of the house. We undress each other slowly. His mouth brushes my ear,
“I want to discover you again, slowly my love.” A whisper in my ear.
Naked, he gets in bed, and I follow him without fear. I’m ready. I’ll make him happy. We kiss, touch, lick and suck every square inch of our bodies. I feel his manhood rubbing against me. I missed it so much. Reg moves on top of me and looks at me with those inflamed, lustful light brown eyes.
I murmur, “Yes, my love, I want you. Make love to me.”
Staring at me he enters me delicately, an inch at a time. I stare back at him, my eyes full of desire and move my hips against him. I want him in me.
“Aaaaah, so good.”
He fills me with his large love stick and once seated completely in me he starts rocking. We’ve made love once, but he knows I like it slow. I love to feel him inside me. I love his big strong hard hairy body rubbing mine. My body grabs him, he moans and purrs. He lies down on me and starts kissing my lips. Soon the kiss evolves and becomes passionate, urgent, tongues licking, rolling and sucking. Our bodies are frantically moving in perfect unison. Pleasure conquers body and soul. We are one again.
“I’m coming, Reg.”
“Yes baby, come with me, my love… Iiiii…. Love youuuuu…”
Our orgasms rock our bodies and take us both into a level of contentment that transcends all pleasures. Our souls are symbiosis, as our bodies are one. We see and deeply feel each other’s essence and our love, pure and strong and beautiful. Our highs dissipate slowly leaving behind a state of utter contentment. Reg rolls me on top of him, hugging me tight against his furry body and we fall asleep.
Sometime later, an odour of fresh veggies and moose meat stew caresses our noses and hypnotizes our stomachs. Reg gently rolls me onto my back next to him, sits in bed bends over me and kisses me,
“Get up, Sam. We need the energy, umm… smell that?”
A lusty smile paints his face with his bushy eyebrows moving up and down,
“we’ve got some catching up to do. We need to feed our, you know…”
Ahki, at some point in our lovemaking, closed the curtain enclosing the alcove where our bed is and cooked us a king’s dinner whistling the same soft serene music. What a great Lady she is!
***
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