Morning came way too early. Marc was already up, had the fire going and coffee water on to boil. I looked around to realize that it was still too dark. "Counselor, may I ask what the fuck you are doing? Get back to bed." Again that smile. Then softly, "I thought you might want to see the sun rise over the mountain pass." God, he could make my heart stop with that voice. Intelligence, warmth, sincerity and beauty. I ruffled my rangy hair and got out of the sleeping bag. I walked over to him and pulled him close to me. There it was again, that electricity, but this time it was an even flow, almost warmth. I reached for my shirt, which was thankfully dry and pulled it around my shoulders and left it loose. Marc handed me a warm cup of coffee and we sat on the rocks, watching one of nature's most incredible sights. The colors were spectacular. Dark and looming violets followed by gay streaks of pink and white. The orange hues and yellows to follow were done in rhythm and perfection that only God could do. Angel like wisps of clouds were carrying the colors to the other areas of the sky, when at last the Great Sun God emerged from the tops of the mountains. All of nature responded to the new rhythm that was created; birds and deer and ground animals were all attuned to the spectacle of dawn. And I was with God for that moment. And thankful for the companion he had sent my way. I leaned into Marc playfully, but was admonished as he continued his contemplation with his own private revelations. But never severely. He touched my hand and kissed my cheek, but neither was ready to break the silence of the dawn of creation that we had just witnessed.

As we walked back to the campsite, there was almost shyness in our interactions. Funny for two whom had only hours before learned of the depths of their passion for each other. Yet, shyness it was. As if we were afraid to expose the thoughts and feelings of our sunrise experience. We packed camp quickly and quietly and made sure the fire was out before heading on. We still had to make it to Roanoke by Sunday and we were just barely half there.

It was a crisp day. I was really glad we had decided to do this walk in the fall. Not being a hot weather person, I was in my element. And as things happen with me, my mind began to wander back to last night. I couldn't help it, I wanted more. Every chance I got, I grabbed Marc's ass that I am sure pissed him off, but I didn't care. It sure felt great to me! The climb was getting steeper and I tried to see ahead, but all I was rewarded with were more beautiful trees mingled with then pines in spectral hues. Off in the distance I heard water. "Come on Marc, lets follow the sound." Throwing his eyes in the air, I could tell he wanted to continue on the set path, but I wandered off and he followed ... Lucky me. We came to a peak and when we looked over, we were rewarded with a pristine waterfall. I lay on my stomach and leaned over the edge to get a better look. That's when I heard the noise. Instinctively, I told Marc not to move. I turned around to see a small black bear wandering our way. It looked like a cub and I knew Momma would not be far behind. They must have been coming down the trail to the water's edge and we were right in their path. "Marc" I whispered, "we're going to have to go over this edge. 10 feet below is a ledge that will take us to the waterfall. It's our only hope." Slowly I started to get up. Marc had already positioned himself to make the rather large jump, but the ledge was wide and I wasn't worried. He crawled over the edge and lowered himself, then let go and fell the remaining few feet to the trail below. "Okay, Marc, I can see a cave behind the waterfall. Make a run for it." I turned to check on the bear and was greeted by Momma ambling out of the woods, sniffing the air. She reared on her hind legs and gave her warning yell. I still had the gun with me, so I fired a shot into the air to scare her off. Luckily, it worked. She was confused enough to allow me the time to get my ass down the embankment and run with all the speed I could muster in the cave behind the waterfall.

Inside, Marc sat with wide eyes! He had heard the shot and didn't know what to expect. We had once again, both gotten drenched running through the falls into the caves. Knowing the bears were only out for food, I knew it would only be a short while before they made it down the trail to the water below. Then we could begin again. Marc was shivering from the could, so we managed to scrape together a few broken bits of wood along with our safety flair which would help us to dry while we waited. I struck the flair and stared in awe. The cave was enormous and was filled with quartz, citrine and amethyst crystals. They reflected the light of the flair like thousands of mirrors and we helped to radiate back the warmth of the newly lit fire.

Looking around me, I walked to Marc and helped him to remove his wet clothes. Mechanically at first, while I marveled at this wondrous cave, then realizing my luck slowed the motions and began an erotic exercise in removal. I used my teeth to open the top button of his pants, while my hands loosened the buttons of his shirt to expose his wonderful chest. I touched his nipples, gently, then more firmly as I moved my head back and forth across the front of his pants. I reached my hands down and unzipped his slacks and allowed them to fall around his ankles. Her was this wonderful man, in his shorts and open shirt and me in front, beginning to show him pleasure. I sucked his cock through the fabric of his shorts. I nibbled at the hairs just above his elastic band. I pulled his balls through the side opening of his shorts and placed them in my warm mouth, rolling them around until he moaned with the pleasure I wanted him to know. "Do you like this baby?" "Do you want me to take your shorts off, counselor?' "Tell me what will please you, Counselor. I'm all for your pleasure." He began to moan, as I became more aggressive at sucking his cock through the cotton fabric. I had my hands on his ass, and began to slide my hands under his briefs and onto his smooth cheeks. I would twist and slap and smooth the skin on his ass the entire time I was giving him the best frontal assault I know how.

Marc pushed me away and removed his shirt and pants and lay them by the fire to dry. "Get out of your clothes" he commanded me. I did as I was told, playing the submissive role while knowing that in a few moments, my role would actually being. He opened his sleeping bag on the ground and shoved his ass into my face. "Finish what you started. I want you to make me feel good"

Never wanting to disappoint my audience, I smacked his ass hard, sending him forward from the force, and helped him to continue his descent to the mat and I stuffed my face into his wonderful crack. I pulled his dick between his legs and began to lick the back of his dick between his legs. Moving up to this balls, I worked slowly, savoring the light growth of hair and the manly aroma he had accumulated walking the trails - a combination of heady sweat and soaps and the natural earth smell from the cave. He tried to rise up, but I quickly gave him another smack on his other cheek, leaving two very red and hot handprints on his cheeks. Knowing now who was going to play dominant, I raised myself up and straddled h is hips. I massaged his back and ass and moved to his legs and feet. I removed his socks and shoes and placed his toes into my mouth and gave than a warm tongue bath. I knew this excited him as I could see his cock growing between his spread eagle legs. The sight was too much and I had to return to taste his cock in my mouth. With his cock deeply embedded in my throat, I began my search for the object of my desires, I wanted to continue with our assplay as I knew ultimately, this was his greatest erotic spot. I moved by finger up and down the crack of his ass. I could feel him shake at my touch. He raised up slightly allowing me a greater penetration into his ass. I moved my finger slowly forward until I was pressing against the rose sphincter muscle of his ass. There I poked and retreated - and waited - for the natural blooming that would come with patient and persistence. I massaged around the outer ring, retreating and returning with each movement of my mouth down the shaft of his cock. I lifted my head; letting is cock drop with a soft popping sound. His ass was raised gently, so I blew hot air onto his ass ring. I could see the pucker and knew that soon he would be begging for release. I moved closer and placed the tip of my tongue at the opening of his ass. Lightly moving up and down, I could feel the urgency in my insertion. Slowly, I inserted the end of my tongue and would rub the sides of his ass with my entire tongue. I probed him with a finger and this time was greeted with a welcome insertion - almost a vacuum helping me to enter his rectum. I moved around and found his prostate and began a gentle pressure on it. I held it there long enough for him to squirm from the sensation, then slowly removed my finger. I lubed his ass some more with my tongue and started again, this time with two. I continued my pace until full 3 fingers had adequate welcome and I knew from the sweat running down his sides, he was ready for me. I held the tip of my cock at the entrance. Pausing for him to feel the new onslaught, his ass acted almost as a mouth. He took me into his ass up to the ring around my head. I let him get accustomed to my cock, then proceeded to slowly insert the rest of my shaft. Once I was all the way in, I retreated until just the head was left inside. This time, however, I impaled my shaft into him with a hard, quick fucking motion. He moaned that great mix of combined pain overwhelmed by pleasure. I knew that he wanted this and needed me badly. I fucked him with an impossible force, then suddenly stopped. His ass had taken enough abuse and deserved to be loved. Slowly I reinserted by cock and began a slow rocking motion. I turned him over on his back and put his legs up onto my shoulders. Leaning down, I kissed him with one of the most passionate kisses and looked into his eyes and I continued to fuck and rock inside him, letting him feel us a one unit - a strong bond. He was soon jacking his dick in rhythm to my ritual pounding and I could tell he was close. His eyes were shut and focused on the sensations of his body and the images in his mind. I quickened my pace and he fisted his cock in time which my actions. Sweat was pouring from my body, giving him the lubrication he needed. I could feel this muscles tense and knew he was close. His ass ring closed tight on my cock, which sent me over the edge, and I came gallons into his ass. He rolled his head back and opened his mouth to let out a wild scream and I knew, as jet after jet of cum sprayed onto his belly, that he had been brought to a new high.

We rested for a while, took care to make sure our camp was out, and walked carefully out from behind the waterfall back onto the trail. The bears were long gone, but we enjoyed the beauty of this place as we headed back to the main path. Once back on the trail, Marc was different. There is a new closeness, there. Some type of silent sharing that can only happen when two souls have mixed and for just that one moment in creation merged as one. He would grab my hand, smile and talk of things, of life, of the past and of the future. We made our destination in good time, and our friends were very supportive on our arrival. They had arranged for showers for us with some fresh clothes from back home, so we showered and changed and went out for a night of dinner and dancing in that strange city of Roanoke. We made it back home late, but satisfied and accomplished, knowing what we had dared to do.

Marc is back in law school, and I'm back at both of my careers. We have each chosen our paths for the good of what we believe in and I think that is important. But I also am grateful for the weekend on the trail, which showed me, and I hope him, that closeness can be achieved in spite of the miles and obstacles. And maybe next time he has a break, he'll remember our little adventure and give back that small piece of him I stole to enjoy yet again.

I took one of the crystals from that cave. It is extraordinary and I wonder... If I make him a present, one for both of us, would I scare him away?