I can't tell you how much I had been looking forward to this vacation, returning to my roots in the small-town atmosphere of southern Oregon after living many years in some of the bigger cities on the east coast. My dad had been a professor at the University of Oregon in Eugene but had accepted several other postings that took him to Boston, New Haven and Princeton. I had so many fond memories of being a young teenager in the slower-paced lifestyle of Oregon and was anxious to touch base with some of my old haunts and see if any of my old friends were still around.

I had managed to make contact with Brad Hardy my old best friend and fellow prof's brat as his dad too taught at UO. When he heard that I was coming pressured me into reserving three days of trout fishing at the cabin he had built at one of the wilderness lakes in the area. Brad and I had always had a special connection although he had been the one to initiate most of the mischief that we had gotten into as wily 14-year-olds. His dad was considered quite an expert in local wildlife and as kids we loved pouring over the amazing things that we found in his collection of photographs and lab specimens.

When I rang the doorbell at Brad's house it was old Professor Hardy that greeted me at the door. He was still an attractive man with a spring in his step although he was in his 60's now. It wasn't hard to see from where Brad had inherited his mischievous nature. Professor Hardy greeted me with a broad grin and firm handshake. He surprised me then and gave me a big bear hug fairly squeezing the breath out of me. "Brad! Come look at what the cat dragged in!" he said, calling to somewhere inside the house.

From around the corner stepped Brad. I had remembered him as a slightly pudgy, awkward teenager but in front of me stood a rangy, broad-shouldered 24-year-old. He had a full head of jet-black hair and sharp facial features complimented by heavy eyebrows and an incredibly dark beard shadow. For a second we were both speechless. Then he came over with a broad grin and wrapped a pair of huge muscular arms around me. He buried his face in the top of my shoulder and in a muffled voice said "Shit man, its just so good to see you! He then stood back and said "Let me just take a look at you!" "Shit, I just can't hardly believe it!" "You're not a little boy anymore!"

"You're not either!" I said, neither one of us holding back the astonishment that we both felt that time had done to us. Although not as ruggedly-featured as Brad, I had tried to make the best of what nature had given me and had been careful not to let city life rob me of staying in good shape. All through school I had kept up a routine at the gym and had been on the swimming team. I wasn't as big as Brad but I had maintained good physical condition.

Professor Hardy interrupted this little scene and said "Why don't you two sit down at the table and have a little lunch." "You'll need to get started pretty soon if you get to the cabin by nightfall." So with that we got past the preliminaries and gave each other an outline of what had happened to us in the last ten years. Brad had attended UO. His love of the outdoors had led him to a degree in Forestry and he had worked in and around the Oregon wilderness in various capacities. He told me of the summer jobs he had working as a tree planter, one of the toughest jobs for anyone which involved getting into some of the roughest terrain. During forest fire season he would often work with crews fighting fires. He would get quite animated relating some of the adventures he had on these jobs. I found myself watching in fascination his Adam's apple bobbing up and down on a throat covered in a thick stubble beard that plunged without interruption into the top of his t-shirt where little tufts of wiry fur were poking out. All of a sudden I realized that I was staring at him, marveling and this amazing, stunning man and wondering what he looked like now without his shirt on. I glanced away, hoping that he didn't notice what must have been a look of awe on my face. He either didn't notice or didn't mind as he continued to tell stories about living in the forestry camps and things that had happened.

He did tell one story about how a group of them on a particularly hot day of tree planting had come across a small mountain lake, stripped down and luxuriated in that wonderful coolness. I felt my dick twitch at the thought of Brad naked with a bunch of other naked guys, outside and frolicking around in a lake.

As I was imagining this Brad interrupted my train of thought and said "How about you, Jeff?" "Tell me what you've been up to!" I had pursued a degree in Art History with a specialty in the Renaissance. This had led me to work for some of the big auction houses in New York with frequent trips to London and other parts of Europe. I love my work but somehow it almost didn't seem to have the same rugged allure as the path Brad had taken.

We cleaned up the dishes and said our good-byes to Professor Hardy. It was just past 1 PM and we had a rough road to go over.

Brad's 4 X 4 was his baby, capable of going anywhere there was even a semblance of a road. He called his truck "Tinkerbell," odd name for a macho kind of a guy I thought. He had a winch mounted on the front which he said had come in handy a number of times he had gotten stuck in a stream bed or mud hole. Good old Brad. Macho to the end! As we backed out of the driveway he warned me to be sure that my camera was well packed in padding as "Everything in this heap is going to get a really good shaking!"

True to his word, we were soon traveling over terrain that was sending me bouncing all over the cab. You had to hold tight with both arms and both legs. More than once my hand ended up on Brad's right leg. He was totally unmussed and relaxed, slightly amused I think at seeing me so thoroughly jostled. And he didn't seem to mind my hand being on his leg. As kids we had never really had any sexual encounters with each other except for one time I remember that we showed off each other's hard-ons after scanning through the latest "Playboy" edition. Brad had one of those dicks that stood straight up, almost flat against his belly when fully erect. I am more of a straight-ahead kind of a guy. I wondered if our little three-day excursion would afford me another opportunity to see this man's impressive, straight-up dick. I sure hoped so.

After several hours of hard slogging we made it to the idyllic retreat that I had heard so much about. The first thing that impressed me was the silence. I mean it was deafening! I hadn't realized that it was something to which I had not been exposed for a very long time. Maybe ever! In the breezeless afternoon, there was absolutely no sound at all. Nothing.

The lake was a little bigger than I had thought. "Does anyone ever come here when you are here" I asked.

Brad replied that only once there had been a couple of hikers that stumbled onto his place several years ago. They were glad to find him as they were not sure of their location and were running low on supplies. "They ended up staying a couple of days and we had a great time together." We actually still get together every once in a while in town and we're hoping to all come out here together again sometime. My imagination ran a little wild thinking of three athletic fit men together in the wilderness for a number of days.

Soon we were emptying the 4 X 4 of all its provisions and getting things organized in the cabin. Brad explained to me how he enlisted the help of a bush pilot to fly in some building materials that would have been difficult to bring in overland. "Like these windows" he said. I couldn't bring in really large ones by plane and so I had a designer friend help me figure out how to use a number of small one so that I had a nice, open view of the lake.

The cabin was basically one big room with a covered front porch. There was a huge stone fireplace plus a pot-bellied stove. There was the semblance of an indoor toilet in a small separate room plus a pantry. Running water was provided by a gas-fired pump which drew water from the lake and kept it in a storage tank uphill from the cabin. The pump had to be run only when water ran low. Mercifully the tank was full and so we had no need to break the awesome silence that surrounded us.

I busied myself preparing dinner which was simple enough. We had freeze-dried everything plus those boil-in-pouch prepared dinners. Tonight we were dining in high style on lasagna. I had even managed to snag a bottle of Pinot Noir to bring along for the occasion.

Brad was bringing the last of the supplies when he came into the kitchen area and said "Come out here Jeff." "You've just got to see this." It was twighlight. The sky was cloudless but there was an array of oranges and purples on the horizon and halfway up the sky. On the eastern horizon there was already an inky blackness with the first stars already clearly visible. All of this was perfectly mirrored in the lake. Not a ripple disturbed the smoothness of the surface. All of this in that overwhelming silence was truly breathtaking. "This is one of the reasons I love this place" Brad said. "I'm so glad you're getting to see it.

After dinner we played a few hands of Hearts. Brad was a merciless competitor and although I had been quite a Hearts enthusiast during university days Brad demonstrated his prowess at every turn. "Foresters are card-playing maniacs" he joked.

After our second hand he suggested that we go outside again to see the stars. As we neared the edge of the water I was simply stunned by the beauty of what we saw surrounding us. The crisp mountain air and lack of pesky city lights allowed the stars to shine in their ultimate clarity. I have always been an enthusiast of Astronomy and was delighted to find out that it had also become one of Brad's many passions. As he named off numerous constellations and stars, many of which I had never even heard he elaborated on some regarding their history and formation. Again, the image of the swarms of stars were all faithfully reflected in the surface of the lake in minute detail. It was such an awe-inspiring moment I felt a shiver run through me.

Brad, standing right next to me felt me shake and quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Are you cold?" he said softly in that deep bass voice of his.

I said "No, its not that." "Its all just so beautiful! Thank you so much for showing me this!" Brad made no move to take his arm away and soon I felt my own arm wrapping around this huge warm mountain of a man. Without another word we both started walking back to the cabin.

The inside of the cabin was bathed in the soft light of a coal oil lamp. We had built a small fire in the fireplace and the flames danced cheerfully sending reflections all around the room. Suddenly Brad took his arm from my shoulder and looking at me donned one of those mischievous smiles that I remembered so well. "Care for a nightcap?" he asked. "I just happen to have a secret stash of Brandy that I save just for special occasions."

"I think that would really hit the spot" I said. Soon Brad was filling the bottom of two small glasses.

"I'd like to propose a toast!" he said. "To old friends!"

"Here here!" I replied. We both took a sip of the Brandy which felt like it went straight through my tongue. When I caught my breath I said "Yikes! That stuff really has a bite!"

"It'll put hair on your chest" said Brad with a wide grin.

"It looks like it must have worked for you!'

Brad broke into a wide smile. "Not only that, it puts hair on your butt too!" Now he really had my attention. The idea of my old buddy Brad, now in possession of a hard, rugged man's body covered in thick black fur really started my juices flowing. I felt my crotch twitch and expand over the idea.

Brad kicked back the remainder of the contents of his glass. Then quite matter-of-factly said "We should figure out where we are going to sleep tonight." We had both brought sleeping bags and there was a set of bunk beds in the corner. There was also a queen sized bed although it didn't have any sheets on it. "If you help me fix the sheets on this bed you and I can sleep together." "Those bunk beds can be real torture racks."

"Yeah, that's sounds great" I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. The idea of us actually sleeping together was something better than I had ever hoped for. In the years that we had known each other as kids we had plenty of sleep-overs at each other's house but had never actually slept in the same bed.

Brad fetched sheets and pillow cases from a storage box and soon we had a freshly made bed with clean sheets. "You about ready to turn in?" he asked. " If we're going to catch those trout, we need to be out on the lake by sunrise."

"Let's hit the hay" I said.

Brad immediately started taking off his clothes. First to come off was his shirt revealing a solid mass of black wiry fur across his huge pecs with a distinct 'happy trail' going down to his navel and below. I was so stunned I couldn't do anything but stare. With a little impish grin he continued his little strip tease. He got down to his underwear and then looking me right in the eye he said "I hope you don't mind, but I'm a sort of 'nature boy' kind of guy when it comes to sleepwear. At that he whipped of his underwear to reveal that beautiful cock of his which unmistakably had already started inflating itself. He whipped around to reveal a shock of a hairy ass. It was almost like he was wearing fur pants and believe me, very little skin showed through that pair of 'trousers' he was wearing! I also noted that he had amazingly hairy shoulders and the quick glimpse I got of his back revealed that it was mostly fur-free except for two fuzzy patches, one on either side about halfway down. Without further comment he climbed into bed.

He turned over in bed and looking up at me grinning and said "Well, are you coming to bed or what?" I suddenly realized that I had just been standing there staring at him. He apparently hadn't minded though . . .

I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal what normally would be considered a very respectable hairy chest. Of course it paled in comparison to Brad's. He just watched every move I made, never taking his eyes off of me. I already had a raging boner and sat on the edge of the bed to take off my blue jeans. Without comment I pulled off my underwear and slid naked between the sheets.

Instantly Brad was next to me with those big furry arms wrapped around me. I turned over and began to run my fingers through that thick rug of his at which he let out little sighs of pleasure and whispered in that deep, gravely voice "This is so nice." "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this!" Soon we were both doing a complete survey with our hands of each other's bodies. Every touch raised the level of passion in both of us until, in a very short while we were both on fire with lust.

In the thick of all this, Brad suddenly stopped and said to me "Would you mind indulging me in a fantasy I've had for many years?" "There's something I've wanted to do with you for so long!" I was in no mood to refuse almost anything that he had in mind. I say 'anything' as I have always tried to play safely and to not loose my head or my health in a moment of passion. Before I could answer he said "Just relax and enjoy this." He got on his knees in bed and pulled my legs toward him. Soon I was almost upside-down with my shoulders resting on the bed and my back leaning against Brad's rock-hard body. "I just want to give you pleasure like you've never felt before." he said. With that he pulled my butt right up to his face so that he had unimpeded access to my already-twitching asshole. With teasing little prods he poked around my anus with my tongue sending me lost in waves of shivering pleasure. At times he was perilously close to actually touching my anus with his tongue. Then he would back off and nibble at the underside of my balls, at times working up my shaft and darting in for a quick taste of my dick. By this point I was oozing great gobs of pre-cum. My pleasure was almost at the breaking point and part of that was knowing how much he was enjoying himself too. He was letting out little groans of pleasure, at times holding little pieces of my scrotum gently between his front teeth. Then he would settle down again to work on my anus, expertly welling up my pleasure threshold until I felt myself sinking into a sort frenzy. At last his tongue poked directly onto my anus. "Brad's tongue is on my asshole!" I thought in utter amazement. Suddenly my passion just got away from me. I had to have his dick in my face. I needed to chew on his balls and lick that big beautiful furry butt of his. We quickly arranged ourselves in the "69" position and went to work on each other.

I could feel Brad's rough chin on the under side of my balls as he dined on my asshole. I felt a kind of excitement and anticipation as my head eased in between his huge furry cheeks and made first contact with that most sensitive part of his body. He let out a little shout of pleasure and gasped for breath as I went to work on him, determined to give back some of the pleasure he had just given to me. We both felt ourselves carried away in a frothing, frenzied celebration of discovering the wonders of each other's manhood. After working on each other for an amazing ten minutes or so, both of us trying to keep the other on the edge of the outer limits of pleasure we both suddenly went just over the edge and simultaneously reached an explosive orgasm. Each of us sent wave after wave of creamy gism on each other's faces and chests.

Momentarily spent and exhausted we arranged ourselves in each other's arms and laughed joyfully at the threshold we had just breached. "Wow Jeff, you just don't know how long I've dreamed of doing that with you!"

"I had thought about us sleeping together too but I never dreamed it could be like that!" I said.

Brad looked at me and smiled "Well, the night is still young and I don't think the fish will mind too much if we don't get up by dawn!" True to his word, we were up all night working each other over with a succession of five volcanic orgasms. Instinctively we stretched each session out for as long as we could refrain from actually ejaculating. We actually made a game of seeing who could make the other one cum first. I think it would be fair to say that we ended up in a 'draw' , that last orgasm draining both of us temporarily of every last speck of 'ammunition' in our personal armories.

We did manage to do a little fishing by the next afternoon but both of us got so horny at the sight of each other's shirtless bodies that at one point we had to make a quick exit off the lake for yet another sweaty session of squirting warm juices at each other!

I have to say, I think being with Brad was probably the best sex I've ever had. I mean, I get around all over the world and see lots of beautiful and very nice guys but what Brad and I have just seems to be something that has staying power. Every time we get together it feels like we haven't been apart at all. Brad and I still try and get together at least once a year but distance and very different lifestyles prevent us from seeing each other too much more often than that. There is never a shortage of non-stop sex when we do manage a rendezvous. One year I had great fun showing him a bit of Europe and some of my favorite art and introducing him around to friends and associates. But for Brad, the forest is and always will be his real home and I would never want to take that away from him.

That 'first time' was eight years ago. It occurred to me that an experience like this needs to be told and so here I am, sitting in an airport waiting room pounding out this story on my laptop while waiting for yet another flight to London. In retrospect one thing in particular really sticks out in my mind. There was never a "Oh, so you're gay" kind of a conversation between us. The transfer from young friends to adult lovers was as easy and natural as you can imagine. Neither one of us felt like it was anything other than the most logical thing that could have happened between us.

And Brad, well lets just say that time has been more than kind. His rugged beauty seems to be honed even sharper by the years. I can't believe how lucky I am to have him as a friend and to know someone like that who is as turned on by me as I am by him. When I get back from this trip there will be another endless two weeks of work before I will be flying back to Oregon for another one of our wonderful 'fishing' trips!