This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is,
its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway).
If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other words,
go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let
me know what you like!
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I liked to camp. I loved the primitiveness of it, the back to
what you were before cell phones, faxes and computers. The time of year
rarely made a difference, I enjoyed the crispness of late fall, even into
early winter. I’d been known by friends and family to suddenly ditch for
a weekend and go off during a false spring in February. I liked the quiet,
so every once in a while, I’d hike to a secluded spot, rather than settle
down in a campground, not that many campgrounds were open in February.
It had been a very difficult week at work. The main server crashed,
not once, but twice, and it seemed like everyone felt it was their business
to let me know. I was stressed to the max, but had reconfigured everything,
and had it stable again. I needed a break, and as there was no snow in
the forecast, I headed out for my usual stress reliever. I grabbed my pack,
always at the ready, and headed up the mountain outside of town, leaving
a message on my machine to not expect me back until late Sunday afternoon.
I drove to the base of the mountain, where there was a parking
lot for such a purpose. I threw on my backpack, grabbed a few other necessities,
and headed up the trail, frantic to aleve my mental congestion. About fifteen
minutes into the hike, I started to take notice of the clear, crisp air.
I smiled as a bird flew by, and heard the chatter of the squirrels in the
area. The ground crunched under my boots, and I felt the tension in body
begin to go.
I set up the sparse camp, gathered some firewood, and brought
some water from a nearby stream. I sat there, stirring the fire, watching
the sun set and just letting go. As dusk settled, I took out a mug, and
filled it with the water I had boiling over the fire. Put in a packet of
Miso soup and settled back against a log as I let the steam tease my lips.
I sighed deeply, relaxing further, finally feeling peaceful after
such a horrid week. I drank my soup, letting the bland, salty flavor fill
me. I put the mug down by my side, and leaned back, watching the stars
emerge. I looked for my friend, Orion, my favorite constellation since childhood,
and must’ve dozed to sleep.
I awoke to a sudden sound, and noticed the fire had turned to
glowing jewels. I turned slowly, a bit stiff from sleeping on the cold ground,
to a rustle in the brush to my side. I reached for something, anything,
to protect myself, when a giant of a man broke through the brush. Don’t panic.
I told myself. He looked at me strangely as he placed a load of wood next
to the fire, then added a log or two. I waited for him to say something, anything,
but instead he just watched me, smiling mysteriously.
“Do I know you?” I asked hesitantly.
A smile broke over his face -- and God, what a smile it was. "We've
never been formally introduced," he replied with a shrug, "but you could
say we have a mutual friend in common -- the mountain. You've been coming
here for years, and so have I." The sound of his voice was low,
melodic and sensual, and did funny things to my logic.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” I said searchingly. I’d
remember a man like the one in front of me.
“Oh, I think you have, Rory. You’ve watched me for years, as
I have you.” He smiled warmly, as one would to an old friend.
I tried to think back to the news if any mental patients had escaped
to the mountains that week. Since I couldn’t think of any, I thought to
take him at his word, and searched my memory. When I couldn’t come up with
anything, I looked closer at him. He was so near my physical ideal. He was
6 foot 4 or 5, but not heavy, hair that was pitch black, and what looked to
be blue eyes, though they were so dark, they looked like glittering sapphires
in the firelight.
If he were dangerous, he could have done anything to me by now,
but instead, he just sat on the other side of the fire, watching me patiently
as I make up my mind. And I suddenly realized it didn’t matter.
“What should I call you?” Odd, I’d meant to ask his name.
His smile was dazzling. “You can call me Ryan.”
He smiled as he saw the look of consternation cross my face, and
stepped closer to me, stepped so close as to breath my breath, and whispered
softly to me, “You feel it too, don’t you?” His fingers, warm and soft,
stroked my cheek, “You know exactly who I am, don’t you?” I nodded mutely,
maybe I didn’t know his name, but I did have this strange feeling of knowing
him forever. And then he leaned in to kiss me.
My god, what a kiss! His lips burned into my soul, softly entreating,
beckoning me until his tongue entered my mouth. I felt my spirit rise,
his fingers still on my cheek, his tongue softly, sensuously exploring my
mouth. At that point, I no longer cared if he was a figment of my imagination,
or an escaped serial killer. The responses he evoked with a simple kiss
made me forget all else but what he was making me feel. I leaned into the
kiss, moaning softly and felt his arms slide around me and tighten in response.
So strong, but so tender, he leaned over me, slipping me onto my back.
My fingers began to explore his chest and back, the feeling of soft flannel
against hard muscle. I breathed deeply, and all I could smell was the crisp
sent of a clear midwinter night.
I felt him whisper softly against my cheek, “You know I can only
stay for the night. When the last star sets over the horizon I must leave
you.” I nodded my understanding, though I have to admit to not really listening.
I know the night was cold, but I did not feel it. His embrace was like
a fire and kept me warm.
I felt him begin to unbutton my shirt, when I realized I had already
done the same to him. The cool air touched my skin, raising my awareness
and I found myself arching into his arms, my nipples teasing against the
hairs on his abdomen. I smiled warmly at the catch in his breath. My arms
reached up to encircle his neck, and I felt him lift me up like a doll. My
legs quickly wrapped around his waist, and our kisses became wild, our bodies
tensing, as though we were trying to climb into each other through our mouths.
His hands stroked my back, soft and warm and I wanted him closer. I could
feel him through his pants, felt him grow even now.
I let go of his lips to whisper in his ear, “I want more.”
He took me inside the tent, where instead of the insistent lover
of a moment ago, he dawdled. He kissed my cheek, my eyelids, my collarbone.
His fingers traced swirls on my stomach, and my body lurched. I grasped
for his pants, but he was out of my reach. I moaned deep in frustration,
and he smiled quietly. My body was shifting beneath him torturously desperation
pushing me.
“Ryaaaannnn” I moaned. He must have understood the pitch, because
only then did he begin to undo my pants, sliding them off my body, and undid
his own as well. I gulped in shock at his size. Not so much the length,
which was quite respectable, but the simple girth of it. I shuddered in
desire, and pulled him on top of me, pressing my breasts into his chest,
kissing him desperately.
And then I felt him at my entrance. His teasing had done its
duty, as I was nearly at climax already, wet and frantic for his cock. He
teased my clit with his tip, moistening himself in my juices. My body jerked
as I felt the beginning of my climax, and looked into his eyes. Even in
the relative darkness of the tent they glowed warmly.
He slid into me slowly. Each and every cell being touched, and
it was all I needed. By the time he was fully engulfed inside me, I was
cumming hard around him, my muscles squeezing him tightly in a rhythm older
than any other. I shuddered and moaned beneath him as he stilled to enjoy
the sensation and let me as well. When the after shocks had subsided, he
began to move slowly over me. As he did so, he whispered to me—ancient stories
of stars, of myths, of lovers whose trysts lasted eons. Between words,
he would kiss my lips, my neck, or stroke my hair. He whispered how he’d
watched me, bided his time to meet me, who had heard me whisper to the
wind and hug the birches when I’d thought I’d been alone. Some small part
of my brain not totally enamored with him was perplexed at this, the other
recognizing someone who understood me at the most elemental levels.
And then, when all other men would have quit, I felt the power
rebuilding in me. Me, who had never had more than an orgasm at a time.
The sound of his voice receded to that of a burbling brook, as my breath
grew uneven, hoarse, my body shuddering with need. His pace quickened, as
though to tempt me higher.
“This is for you Rory, only you do this for me!” Ryan panted,
his body quaking as his own pleasure exploded within me.
Suddenly, I cried out “Ryan!” I felt the searing heat, and a
blinding light as I came. I felt as though I were floating, higher and higher,
and I lost all sense of time and space, and only the rightness remained.
I felt his arms encircle me, gently supporting me, as I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, I was in my camp. The fire had died, as I shook
the grogginess off. “Ryan?” I called, wondering first where he was, and
second if it had been a dream from an overworked mind. When he didn’t answer,
I concluded the second—until I saw the flannel shirt on the ground, with
a note attached.
Dearest Rory,
You are more than I imagined, and more than I have seen
in many, many years.
There is so much I want to say, but just don’t have the
words. Perhaps my actions
speak for me. I have left someone to keep you company through
the day.
Meet me here tonight when the sun goes down?
Yours,
Ryan
How could you argue with a note like that? I had planned to spend
the weekend anyway, so who was I to leave? And it was then I remembered
he had told me he’d have to leave come sunup. I picked up the shirt, and
took a deep breath. It smelled like him, of clear, cold winter night, and
I held it close to me.
I looked around to see if I could see someone. There weren’t
any people around, just …
Hey…no noise.
And then I saw. A large dog, black, and quite obviously friendly
as it bounded toward me. Huge, he must have been a Newfoundland. No wonder
the woodland creatures fell silent. He bounded up to me, and I braced myself
for the onslaught. It didn’t do any good. He jumped up on my knocking
my slight frame to the ground, slobbering over my face. His tag jangled
in my view and I grasped it to get a better look. “Sirius”. My god, a man
who knows his stars. I am truly in love.
“Well, come on boy, lets see if we can’t find you some food.”
At the mention of food, he quickly bounced off me. I stood up and dusted
myself off. Did the morning basics, had a cup of coffee. Found some biscuits
that served as dog food for Sirius
I spent the day lounging, throwing sticks for the dog. We took
a short hike, following the nearby stream. The sky was bright and clear,
and the air around me was as warm as an Indian summer day. We got back
to camp, and after a snack, I decided to sleep some. Sirius, who at this
point would refuse to leave my side, slept right next to my sleeping bag.
As dusk approached, Sirius seemed to get antsy. I heard a rustle, as did
Sirius, who began bounding between me and the noise. Ryan stepped out, and
Sirius bounded to him, but unable to knock his solid frame over.
“Thanks boy, you can run off now.” And Sirius with one lick on
my hand, bounded off into the forest.
“Hi.” I whispered shyly, quietly, and totally unlike me.
He came closer, standing in front of me, “Hi yourself.” His voice
low, and full of emotion. I’ll admit it; I was unnerved. Me, who had looked
down board members about computer issues, who had the nickname Ice Queen
(though only behind my back) was a ball of mush. And what’s more? I simply
didn’t care. He came behind me, rubbing my shoulders slightly before wrapping
them around me. He held me in his arms cupping my breasts tracing his nails
lightly over them as I felt his erection against the top of my ass and the
small of my back. I squirmed and whispered, “You aren’t being very nice.”
I could hear the smile in his voice, “I’m sorry.”
“No, you aren’t!” I leaned into him, “ you like to tease me.”
“I like teasing you but I like making you cum also.” He kissed
my hair, and rocked me gently. He leaned down to run his tongue lightly
along the side of my throat then nibbled on my earlobe, making me squirm
more against his hardness. His fingers pinched the nipple pulling on it and
then rolling it between his fingers.
He leaned low, his head
down and flicked his tongue against a nipple then sucked it into his mouth
and worried it with his teeth raking the silky skin around it with his teeth
as well occasionally. I shivered in his arms, turning to give him better
access, more or less sitting in his lap. Ryan slid his hands slowly down
my belly then out over my hips to cup the join of my bottom and thighs.
Slowly, Ryan slid me down his shaft letting me feel it slide up into
my body filling me with its hardness. I sighed deeply, luxuriating in the
feel of his rolling his hips slowly rubbing his mound against mine and
settling his cock deep in my pussy. I squirmed in his lap, whimpering slightly.
Then, he began to rock his hips driving his cock in and out of me in slow
deep strokes. My breathing became ragged, my body squirming above his,
rocking back against him, whimpering. He put his hands on my hips keeping
me from moving too fast as he leaned his head forward to chew on a nipple.
I moaned deeply, squirming for release, leaning forward into him.
Ryan held me against his hips rolling them in circles rubbing his pelvis
against my clit as his cock rubbed in spirals inside me and his tongue swirled
around my nipple and breast.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh, Ryan...” I whimpered. He slid his mouth off my
breast as he leaned forward and licked along my chest and throat until
he reached my mouth. I moaned loudly into his mouth, arching into the kiss,
chest arching against his, my fingers wrapping into his hair, pulling him
closer. He slid one hand off my hip letting it skim back over my ass to
tease at the rear crease. I moaned deeply at that touch, my body shiveringly
close to orgasm--tremors move through my body. Ryan must have sensed it,
because he started to rock his hips again thrusting against my body driving
his cock deep into me with each slow stroke.
“Oh, don't stop!” I cried, shivering uncontrollably, being held at
the edge of explosion. Ryan smiled whispered to me, but kept his slow driving
thrusts going as his finger slides deeper between my ass cheeks to tease
at my rear entrance. At the same time, he stokes my clit between us at
the end of each deep stroke. My body went taunt for a moment, and I uttered
a guttural moan from somewhere deep in my soul. My muscles began to flutter
around him and my moans increased as the pleasure continued and continued.
“Oh, my god....oh oh oh oh oh....oh, ryannnnnnnnnnnnn!” My body was
nearly unable to keep up with the pleasure it was receiving, convulsing
like someone in the middle of a grande mal seizure. Even through it, Ryan
kept thrusting in deep full strokes as I cam driving the pleasure even
higher if he can. Suddenly, he rolled us over so he is on top as he starts
to drive his cock in and out of me again in deep hard faster strokes.
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” I scream, my body in a continuous orgasm, unrelenting,
until I could no longer speak, the feeling of rising that came to me whenever
he made me come moving me slowly, the light brighter, and more recognizeable.
And still, he drove his cock in and out of me letting the weight of his
hips drive deeply into me. I felt his balls slapping at the bottom of my
ass with each stroke as his chest rubbed back and forth over my breasts and
nipples with each full body stroke into me.
Finally, I found my voice, “Oh, god...Ryan, oh, Ryan, I need you
to cuuuuuummmmm.” I whimpered.
I felt his seed rush up, engorging him further, the light now
blinding, his arms around me as he cried out,
“I love you, Rory!”
Just before I fell asleep in his arms, I realized who he was,
the rising and light, and I knew.
I came to work Monday morning, invigorated, energized and stopped
at my mailbox to see if any problems had occurred over the weekend. A few
friends were sitting there, as the mailboxes were close to the coffee pot.
“Rory, where the hell have you been?” One friend asked, looking
shocked.
“What do you mean? I went up to the mountain for the weekend.”
I shrugged, “its not like I’m late or anything.”
She snorted, looking disbelieving. “how can you say you weren’t
late Rory? It’s Tuesday! You missed the department meeting, and they were
saying they were going to place a missing persons report if you didn’t show
up today.” She paused, looking concerned. “I’d go see Mr. Greenfeld if
I were you.”
Tuesday? Not Monday? Oh, my god, what happened up there? Wasn’t it
just a night?
Katie watched my face, as I tried to hide the fact I thought I
was going insane. “Thanks. Dunno how I got so confused- I must’ve slept
through a few days!” I smiled. Even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t likely,
but I had no other explanation.
I walked down the hall to Mr. Greenfeld’s office. Fortunately
for me, he is usually rather understanding. I knocked on his door.
“Come in” a rather tired voice called out.
“Mr. Greenfeld? I was told you would want to see me?” Still in
my mind working on a way around the mess.
“Rory! My god, you’re okay!” He came out from behind his desk
and wrapped a paternal arm around my shoulders. “What happened? This is very
unlike you!”
“Sir, I really don’t know” Well, at least I was being honest.
“I went up to the mountain…”
“yes, it was a rather tense week last week, wasn’t it?” He smiled
benignly.
“yes, sir, it was” I smiled backed. “ The only thing logical I
can think of is that I slept straight through a day each time…When I came
in, I honestly thought it was Monday. I didn’t know otherwise until Katie
saw me.”
“Sleeping through days? Rory, that isn’t healthy. When was the
last time you took time off?" He looked at me concerned.
“Ummm. When my mother died, Mr. Greenfeld. I took 2 weeks off
to get her affairs in order." She had been the last of my family.
"Rory, that was a while ago, wasn't it?"
"It was 5 and a half years ago." Long years.
“No wonder you’re frazzled. No. Why in the world did you let
your vacations lapse like that? Consider yesterday the beginning of your vacation.
You don’t worry about us here. If I had realized it’d been that long, I
would have forced you to take a vacation a long long time ago. You’re no
good to me if you’re that strained. Take 2 weeks. I insist.”
“Mr. Greenfeld, that is more than generous…but really, one week
should be enough.”
“Come back before 2 weeks, and I’ll have security boot you out
of the building…and stop arguing, or I’ll make it 3!” He grinned at me.
“by all rights, you should be in trouble I guess. But, damn it, you’re good,
and you’ve been a loyal employee. So…Go…get on out of here.”
I walked out of his office in a daze, unable to believe my good
luck. Instead of losing my job, I just gained a two week vacation. And
I knew exactly how I was going to spend it—in Ryan’s arms.
I knew it was crazy. But I didn’t care, I had to try. I wanted
to be with Ryan always. And I knew he wanted me. I learned a long time
ago though, that sometimes the craziest things are the ones that are the
most right. So, I cleared out my apartment, let the few friends I had know
I was going off with a man—so what if they didn’t believe me. I had no family.
I set a postdated email to Mr. Greenfeld, thanking him and sending in my
resignation. I could always cancel it if things didn’t work out. But I certainly
expected they would.
It took me a few days, days I relinquished grudgingly, but finally
I was done. I packed up the few things I couldn’t bear to leave behind,
and put them in my car. I looked back at the apartment I’d lived in for nearly
10 years, and felt no remorse, only a yearning to get to the mountain.
I got to the mountain, and climbed up to the camping area. I
made two trips, bringing those things I couldn’t leave behind. It wasn’t
yet dusk, and I sat back and enjoyed the quiet. My eyes picked up the blueness
of the sky, the cool damp seeping into me, the smell of newly unfrozen earth,
and crushed pine. I closed my eyes, and listened to the trees through the
pine, the hushed sound of it. A woodpecker in the distance was calling,
and chickadees were chirping on a branch nearby. My senses absorbed it all.
I must have fallen asleep, because I was awoken by a touch on
my shoulder.
“Rory, you’re here.” The hunger in his voice was evident. “oh,
gods, you came.” And before I was truly awake, I felt myself being embraced
tightly, surrounded by the scent of clean winter cold. I breathed deep,
settling into him.
“Mmmmm, I love you too.” I sighed. His clasp tightened. He leaned
into me, kissing me warmly, and I felt that familiar melt start.
“Rory, I want you to be with me always. You know what that means, don’t
you?”
I sighed blissfully and smiled, since I’d been preparing for this.
I kissed him fully on the mouth, arching into his body. I felt that floating
sensation, the one that always arrived when I came. The stars flew past
me, and I felt Ryan’s searing touch.
When you look up at the sky, you will see me. My hand is over
Orion’s heart, stroking his chest as I stand behind him.