My feet were absolutely killing me! I couldn't remember the last time I had been so tired! If rest camp didn't come up soon, I was going to just sit on the trail and call it a day right where I landed!

Marc and I had always wanted to go on a camping trip, but because he was so busy in law school and I was so busy with my career, it had just seemed out of the question. Then suddenly in October, I had a big break! My boss was going to go away for three weeks and I was going to have a full weekend off! I couldn't believe my luck! As soon as I had heard, I told Marc who had wanted to do this as much as me, maybe even more. We hadn't really seen much of each other the previous month and relied on Internet and phone sex to keep up the interest! Marc really was a great buddy as he crammed everything he could to finish what was absolutely was necessary, and I promised him I would quiz him on our trek to put in my share of the responsibility. I really want Marc to finish tops in his class and be the great lawyer I know he is.

So Friday finally came. We had all of our gear to hike the local part of the Appalachian trail that runs through Virginia, a two man tent, a small rifle for protection and enough light weight food to keep us going for the two days we would be gone. I packed the economy size condoms and lube into my pack in anticipation of finally being alone! We parked the car in Charlottesville and made arrangements with friends to pick us up in Roanoke on Sunday night.

Friday started easily enough. Although neither of us would be considered a gym bunny, we have the strength and stamina to do most of what we want. We had packed as lightly as possible and were dressed to suit the beautiful fall weather. And besides, what better way to drop a few more before the cold weather started in. I wanted to head south as the leaves were now changing at a pretty steady rate and wanted to see as much of the kaleidoscope of colors as I possibly could. Marc knew the area pretty well, so I let him take the lead and I followed behind. Besides, I have always loved the look of a stud man's behind and thought this would be a great sight. You see, Marc is incredibly good looking at 6'3, 230 lb. and shocking blonde hair. I'm just the opposite. Just touching 6', I have a dark complexion, salt and pepper hair that used to be jet black and hair from the top of my head to the tops of my feet. I could challenge just about any brown bear we came across! We are both very masculine in demeanor but I'm sure were quite a sight.

We walked for miles, talking, sharing and just silent, admiring the most spectacular views of our state I had ever seen. At particularly beautiful moments, I would touch Marc's shoulder or he would grab my hand and point to something that had caught his eye. Every time we touched, the electric current that was generated invigorated us enough to go farther. We had passed a beautiful lake that was as blue and calm as the best childhood memory. No one was around, so Marc leaned over to me and kissed me very subtly on the lips. I reached to him and pulled him into me and slid my tongue into his warm and sensuous mouth. We kissed for a few long and wonderful moments until we began to get breathless with passion. He leaned to my ear and whispered, "Not yet", pulled away and began the hike. I stood there for a moment to get my wits about me, then followed along behind, especially enjoying the new tightness in his behind fabric, now that his front was a bit tented and occupied for the moment! We stopped under a stand of old pines for a water and glucose break and sat on the brown, scented old pine needles. I was in heaven and asked him to camp here for the night. He smiled his usual "I know what's best for you" smile and said he knew a better place, but we would have to do some serious hiking to make it before twilight. Canteen in place, off we went at the fastest pace of the day. Sure enough, somewhere just short of Lynchburg, we came across an even larger stand of old Pines that you could actually walk under. It was right on one of the local tributaries that lead to the James River and even had a stone walled cooking area that we could use for preparing dinner and warmth during the chilling fall Virginia evenings. My feet had been dead for almost a mile now and I thought I wouldn't have been able to take another step. But once again, my handsome hiker came through with one of his best looks and a rather inviting bit on my lip, so off I went to get water and wood, while the eagle scout pitched the tent. I pulled some cattail tubers and wild onions that were growing everywhere! These, along with the freeze-dried veggies and jerky went into the pot and I proceeded to make us a wonder beef stew for the evening meal. I wanted Marc to know how adventuresome and resourceful I was! Of course, Marc being the hopeless romantic he was pulled out a small split of champagne for the two of us and toasted to our romantic evening under the pines. I didn't care what the dinner tasted like, I knew I had tastes for other matters, so we finished with dishes and I went back to the stream to wash the mess.

As I was leaning over, Marc had been sneaking up behind me and yelled at the top of his lungs. Of course, over the side I went headfirst into the river. Being a good swimmer, I wasn't worried about myself, so I quickly made it back to the shore. Marc was doubled over laughing at his practical joke and missed it when I pulled his foot out from under him and into the water he came! This time, I guess it wasn't so funny. "I don't have any other clothes with me and these are soaked!' he moaned. "Oh, well. I guess you'll just have to take them off and dry them by the fire so they'll be ready by morning." I smiled all the way back to the tent, knowing full well that Marc would now have to sleep in the raw. Oh, my dumb luck!

Grumbling all the way, Marc stripped off his shirt, jeans and socks. He looked at me, then started to laugh. I asked him why he was laughing, and he said, "looks like I'm not the only one who needs a dryer. And sure enough, I also had to remove my clothes to dry. Marc stepped up to me and muttered that he wanted to help me. Not quite trusting him at first, I allowed him to take off my shirt. He gently removed it from by shoulders and hung it near the fire. He reached over and ran his hand down the hair on my chest. That was all the encouragement I needed. I removed the rest of the wet clothes and stood before this man, searching his eyes and wanting his body. The front of his shorts was now quite tight and I told him he needed to dry them as well. Off they came and into the sleeping bags we went. We had conveniently zippered them together into one large bag, so we snuggled in together with only the light of the fire and stars to guide our way.

I had waited so long for this moment. I kissed him softly on his face, then more aggressively as I moved along his body, down to his man parts. I lingered on these nipples, as I knew that this was a very sensitive area for Marc, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave me. Each nipple peaked and relaxed as I went through the motions of bringing him excitement though my finger tips, my tongue, lips and teeth. And it was having the effect I wanted. Marc was becoming fully hard. I licked my way down his stomach until just to the edge of the waste. I concentrated on the indents by the hipbones and drew in the fragrant air of manhood that was within inches of my desire. I picked and played there for quite a few moments, then slowly moved my head to lie on his thigh. I let my tongue gently nudge his legs apart and moved in to his groin where I was able to kiss and fondle his balls. This is a very erotic area for Marc, so I made sure I used some of the old Chinese methods of intense sexual stimulation to bring Marc up to the next level. I placed my hand at the base of his cock and squeezed a drop of fluid to the top. Not much of a precummer, I knew he was genuinely excited. Running my hand back to his nipples, I edged up to the head of his cock and gently placed the head inside my mouth. I relaxed by jaw muscles to accommodate the width, then slowly moved down the length until my nose was nestled into his light brown pubic area. Again slowly I withdrew, but not without his protests by moving his hips into the air. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head and continued to pick up speed, beginning one of the best oral experiences I have ever completed. Not wanting him to cum too soon, I slowed the pace and backed off to look at this beautiful phallic creation. I placed a rubber into my mouth and gently rolled it down onto his cock, using only by tongue and lips to make the perfect fit. I put some lube into my anal opening and straddled his legs. I leaned forward to kiss him fully on the mouth and allowed him to enter my ass as I slid down his length. I had found heaven. I rode him like this for while, but was too excited to hang on for long. I shot rope after rope of thick cum into and air that landed on his chest. I pulled off his cock and lay on is chest, mixing our bodies together into one beautiful sexual mess. I stripped the rubber of Marc, and brought him back to his full extension More relaxed myself, I could concentrate on the stimulation I could provide Marc. I knew he love to have me play with his ass, so I first started to work on him orally. Moving lower, I used by tongue as a pry bar and slowly opened up his ass lips for my entry. He was completely clean from his dip in the stream; I had no trouble taking in the manly scents. Gently turning him on his belly, I widened the access to this ass through his legs and placed my face into the crack of his ass. I wanted him to know I meant business, so I gave him a few slaps to redden the skin and to tighten his sphincter so my gentle action would be that much more inviting. And inviting it was. Marc opened into a beautiful rose bud while my tongue protruded into his anal canal and widened the dimensions of is opening. Placing a well-lubed finger in place, I gently inserted until I could feel his already swollen prostate. I opened his ass until I could easily insert 3 fingers into his hole. I continued to massage his prostate with Marc writhing on the ground, The smell of pine and man was intoxicating. I was completely hard all over again. I rolled a condom onto my cock, and entered into his well-worked butt. Flexing his muscles, I knew that with that control, it would be no time before I exploded again. I fucked in a slow motion at first and as Marc relaxed, began to slam into him with all the force I had. I wanted him to know I was in him, and to experience the feeling of being full with a man you love. I reached under him with a hand full of lube in my hand, and placed it under his penis so it could jack off in my hand under him, while I fucked with all the furry I had on top. As I picked up speed, I made sure that I hit his prostate with every entry until I could feel his body shaking in anticipation underneath me. I knew he needed immediate release, I pulled out of him, replaced my cock with my fingers and put my hot mouth on his organ. I jacked him with my free hand while slamming into his prostate and massaging it with my fingers, holding my mouth on the end of his cock to give him the ultimate sensation of being fucked and blown at the same time. His legs shook and he became increasing louder until the final moment. My man, my Adonis was cumming and he was cumming in buckets! I cleaned him off with his still wet underwear and lay next to him as contented as I could be. We spooned each other's body while we slept in the cool night air and dreamed of fine adventures and spectacular sights …… and a love to match no other.