Welcome Home, Chase Saunders
“Mr. Saunders, here are your keys. I trust you’ll love your new home,” said Sara McKinley of Mountain View Real Estate.
“Thanks, Sara, for all your help,” said Chase, taking the keys smiling with mixed emotions. He dangled them from his index finger and looked up the narrow gravel drive to the small contemporary house that overlooked the valley below. When Sara had shown him the house, he knew immediately it was the one he would buy. It was a contemporary house, single-sloped roof, rising upward as the ground sloped down giving the side overlooking the valley tall windows for the full width of the wall, opening the open living-dining-kitchen up for half of its width and the only bedroom for the other. There was one bathroom but one large enough for a shower and freestanding tub positioned at a window that looked toward the upper end of the valley. Behind the bathroom a small laundry room so narrow only a stacked washer and dryer would fit, but for just one person, it was perfect. Behind the laundry under the simple roof was the entry porch where the front door opened into the living area. A bridge connected the porch to the drive, and the crawlspace was tall enough on the valley side for him to put a small wood shop and store camping gear.
But it was hard to be pleased with getting a home like he wanted when it was a painful reminder that he was alone, the divorce finalized as of last June. After eight years of marriage, Tessa filed for divorce and moved not only out of the home they had shared, but across country, to Portland taking a position at a graphic arts company. He knew she was right to file for divorce. He had tried to make the marriage work in so many ways, but not in the ways it counted. He pushed back on having children, the issue that had been the final straw. Deep down, he knew it would have been wrong because he struggled with being the perfect husband; being the perfect father would have been beyond him.
“If you don’t need anything else, I’ll be going. I have a showing down in Linville,” said Sara.
“I’m good, and thanks again.”
Chase watched Sara climb into her Lexus, some crossover thing that seemed to be the vehicle of choice of every real estate agent he had crossed paths with over the last three months. He glanced over at his old Jeep Cherokee wondering how much longer he could rely on it, knowing the day would come he would have to trade it, and he dreaded it, for nothing new attracted his attention.
He strolled up the last section of the drive until at the bridge and stood still just admiring the house with its redwood and metal siding and standing seam metal roof. The moving truck would arrive the next day and he would be able to get settled into the house because he had five days before he had to start his new job with the Forest Service. He looked forward to the job, for it was the one he had wanted when he finished college but had settled for the position with a company back in Raleigh where he worked until the end of last month.
Everything was in place for a new phase of his life. He was thirty-two and in good health, working out three or four times a week and rode his mountain bike as much as possible. He looked down into the valley wondering if there were any trails nearby. He would need the exercise to remain in shape and to calm his mind with all that had happened over the last two or three years.
As he strolled across the bridge, he thought of it, that desire for another, one he tried to satisfy with the fair sex, knowing it was not what he really wanted. What he wanted was someone like Benjamin, from the summer between high school and college. A relationship that was not as out of the norm as some considered it but one that could still be difficult to admit. He had struggled with it when he arrived on campus, fucking around with a couple of guys until he met Cythnia who was wild and carefree and made him not think of it. When she broke up with him, along came Tessa, someone who was just as carefree in so many ways, but there was something about her that had at first seemed like a stabilizing force. Someone who could give him a good life. If only he could have given her the life she wanted; the one she deserved.
Before entering the porch, Chase looked over the small clearing to the south of the house for he saw movement at the edge of the woods. Whatever it had been, it was gone now, but he continued to scan the periphery of the clearing until his eyes fell on the stone steps that led into the woods.
We think they led to a house further down in the valley, but not sure Sara had told him when he had inquired about them. The inspector, a structural engineer out of Asheville, told him they looked like steps made by locals back in the late 1800s or early 1900s and there was no telling what they had been built for. There could have been a cabin down below, or maybe the steps had been part of a trail that led into the valley.
Chase had asked what was in the valley and the structural engineer had just shrugged his shoulders. Sara said the valley had a couple of houses in it to the south but down below to the upper end of it, she didn’t know of any houses because it was too remote with no roads. It meant the steps led nowhere. Sara had told him to dig them up to clean up his small yard, but he knew he would leave them. They were a part of the site long before he arrived and it seemed appropriate to let them remain.
You’re Home Now, Chase Saunders
Chase rolled to his back and looked up at the exposed wood structure. and he smiled having gotten to sleep in his new bed. He sat up and looked out over the valley wondering if he would ever put curtains over the windows. He stretched then climbed out of bed heading to the bathroom.
In the kitchen he poured a cup of coffee then moved into the dining area, looking at the boxes on the table that needed to be emptied. In the living area there was a stack of collapsed boxes he had emptied the day before. He surveyed the room, how the furniture was in place for the living and dining areas, and over the sofa an arrangement of photographs that had taken far too long to work out and get hung. He swore it was the worst part of moving in. There was a couple of pieces of art he had bought over the years he would put up on the opposite wall and for the bedroom, more photographs, pictures taken in the Rockies and Smoky Mountains during vacations over the last few years. It was a hobby, one to distract from the things he did not want to dwell on. It could take him most of the day to unpack the remaining boxes and get everything hung on the walls. The boxes wouldn’t take long, and he decided a hike around the property was in order afterward, for hanging photos and art on the walls could be done at night, or the next day, or the one after that. There was no need to rush.
Chase came out to find the day pleasant, warm with a breeze coming up the valley. He sat on the bench under the porch to put on his hiking boots, then strolled across the bridge and down the yard to the place where the old steps were located. He stood at the top looking down along the winding steps. They descended twenty feet or more before just ending in the woods. Some stone treads were broken or heaved up by tree roots, but overall, they were in good shape considering their age and location. He eased down them, cautious of loose treads, finding each one stable under foot. At the bottom he looked back wondering why anyone would want to remove them. He knew they would remain, and looking around the area at their base, considered it an ideal place for a firepit. He had planned to put one in the open yard, but the area at the base of the steps was perfect. A nearly level area of twenty feet square with trees around the perimeter but not one within it. He wondered if the area had had a purpose in the past, and he racked his boot across the ground, digging through leaves and debris until racking over rock. The area was perfect for a sitting area around a firepit.
Looking down the slope, he made out what looked like an old trail. It was less than two feet wide, but in places noticeable in the way it was cut into the side of the mountain and in one place, circled around a rock outcropping. He headed down it, enjoying the adventure of a hike in the woods.
After a couple of hundred feet, he came to the plastic red flag tied to a stake demarking the corner of his property and he looked through the woods as if he could see the property line cutting straight across the sloping landscape. Then he noticed the old trail continued and since there were no signs posting the property as private, he continued down.
At times he lost the trail and considered turning back, then he would find it again, just past some rock or at a place where the slope was steep and the trail noticeably cut into it. After an hour he came to a stream cascading down the mountainside, and he saw the trail ran parallel with it.
The grade began to lessen in slope, and there were areas leveled out, one having an old stone chimney in a state of deterioration and the cabin long gone. The valley had been settled, but Chase wondered if the road built in the next valley spelled the demise of any settlements in the valley. As the country progressed, being isolated from it would become too difficult for most.
Chase began to head back when he heard a noise, like someone making some exclamation, like one made by getting into a cold stream. He looked through the woods where the stream flowed, wondering who could be in the valley. He followed the stream, moving slowly and quietly because he didn’t know if he was trespassing or not. The stream led him to a rock outcropping where it flowed over one rock set lower than those either side of it, then disappeared over the edge, dropping out of sight. He eased out on one rock so he could look down.
Below was a larger stream, a creek by his reckoning. The small stream fell over the rock, splashed into a small pool of water, then overflowed its rocky edge into the larger creek. The creek was shallow with a bed of rock, picturesque in the way water cascaded over the rock. But its beauty went unnoticed because what captured Chase’s eye was in the small pool, swimming slowly across it.
Long legs kicked below the surface of the crystal-clear water. A round ass broke the surface along with a long lean back. With the young man swimming away from him he couldn’t see the face, just the long brown hair flowing out over the surface of the water, long enough to conceal most of the shoulder blades. The body was fair, pale white skin that seemed to glow in the dim light beneath the tree canopy. Chase watched as the young man swam to one side of the pool and climbed out onto a large rock and lay back on it. The body curved over the rock following its contour, and it made the stomach sunken, and the cock stick up prominent from the crotch. A small dark fan of pubic hair lay over it, otherwise the body looked smooth from above. The young man, early twenties if Chase had to guess, folded hands together to rest his head on revealing the small patch of dark hair in each armpit.
Chase wanted to call out to him, let the man know he was there, but he hesitated. He still wasn’t sure if he was trespassing and then there were his motives. The young man was enticing laying there naked, fully visible to his eyes. But in this remote place, most young men were probably too conservative, holding to old ways of thinking about human sexuality, and Chase didn’t want to get into a fight with someone in such a remote place. He stepped back, accidentally kicking a rock that rolled down and over the edge, splashing in the pool below. He froze as the young man rose up on elbows, staring up at him.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t know I was trespassing. I was…just hiking…” Chase stammered.
“You’re not trespassing,” said the young man, making no move to conceal himself. He let Chase look at him as he stared up.
“Is this your property?”
“No, not really, but no one else comes here.”
“I see. Do you live nearby down off Deer Run Lane?” said Chase, referring to the road that served the few residents at the southern end of the valley.
“No, my place is upstream a short distance.”
“Upstream? I didn’t think there were any houses in this area.”
“Just my place. My family have lived here for a long time.”
“Are they waiting on you to come back?”
“No, they’re gone.”
Gone? Did he mean as in moved away or had his family died. “So, it’s just you?”
“Yes. Do you live nearby?”
“Yes, I bought the place above here, the little house off Hawthorn Trail.”
“I know the house. It’s nice with all those windows overlooking the valley.”
“I think so.”
“Are you going to climb down and swim. The water’s really nice. A bit cold at first, but you get used to it.”
Chase was going to say no; tell the young man he needed to get back. He was going to back away from the temptation, pull away from it for to get closer seemed dangerous. “How do I get down there?”
“Go back and circle around to the right,” the young man said, pointing to his right.
Chase came around a boulder to find himself at the pool’s edge. The young man was still on the rock but sat up when he approached.
“You can put your clothes on that rock next to mine, so they won’t get wet.”
“Okay,” said Chase. He was going to get naked with this man. He was really going to do it and try to pretend it was innocent, just two guys enjoying a swim. He stood with is back to him, afraid his cock was going to reveal his growing state of arousal. He was thinking of it, the naked body just behind him, the uncut cock lying over the loose sac. It was at least three or four inches long and he wondered how big it would be if fully erect. He wanted to know and imagined scenarios where he got the young man to jack off, just to let him see it. He laid each garment on the rock next to the clothing already there. A long-sleeved white shirt and dark brown pants that looked like work pants instead of hiking pants and as he laid his hiking shorts down, he noticed the worn nature of the clothing. The clothing looked not only worn, but old, decades old in style. Was the young man someone who lived off the grid, alone out here in this mountain valley. He pulled off his boxers and laid them on top of his clothes and looked down to see his cock was stretching out, looking half hard. The cold water would take care of it, he thought as he turned to see eyes staring at him.
“You must work out or something. You look nice,” said the young man.
“Thanks. You look nice too,” said Chase as he moved to the edge of the pool and tested the water with his foot. “Jesus, it’s freezing,” he exclaimed.
The young man laughed then sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees, legs spread apart enough for Chase to see the cock hanging over the nut sac. It looked longer than before.
“You swim in this?” Chase asked as he eased into the pool, shivering with the coldness of it.
“Swim and bathe too. When winter comes, I have to tote water back to the cabin and heat it up.”
“You don’t have a water heater?”
“No, no power to run one.”
“You live off the grid?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what you call it. Go on, dive in. It’s better than way.”
“If you say so,“ Chase replied, then he dove into the pool. He surfaced feeling as if he would die of a heart attack. The water was freezing and he kicked and worked his arms to stay at the surface and to just move his body trying to adjust to the coldness. Then he swam toward the young man wanting to get out of the water. He climbed onto the rock and sat shivering next to him. “How do you stand it?” he asked.
“I guess I’m just used to it.”
“I don’t know if I could ever get used to it.”
“What’s your name?”
“Chase. Chase Saunders. What’s your name?”
“Holland Brown.”
“And you live alone? No wife?”
“Nah, I not getting married so, yes, I live alone. Ma-ma left when I was ten and daddy, he up and died when I was sixteen.”
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be twenty-six next month.”
“You’ve lived alone for ten years?” It was unbelievable to Chase.
“I had a friend who come around from time to time, but he headed out west two years ago. Said the jobs were better in Washington and Oregon. Tried to get me to go with him, but I didn’t want to leave…so we…he just left without me.”
Chase sensed it, something special about this relationship that ended with his friend moving out west. “He was a close friend.”
“Yes. I miss him. What about you? You got a family?”
“It’s just me. I’m divorced, so once again I’m single.”
“There are a lot of single women around. You could find you a girlfriend real easy like.”
“I guess I could, if I were looking for one.”
“You don’t want a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Like me,” Holland whispered.
Chase wondered if it was true. Looking over at the lean body fully exposed to him, he wanted it to be true. He turned and looked over the pool and down the valley where the creek disappeared around a bend. When he looked back at Holland, he saw him tugging on his cock.
“I’m really horny,” said Holland, then he lowered the left leg giving Chase a better view of his cock as he tugged on it. “If you don’t want a girlfriend, does that mean you would mess around with someone like me?”
Chase was stunned at the boldness. Holland was getting erect and asking him to mess around. But he also sensed a naivety about him, as if he didn’t know it was viewed as wrong by some. “Did your friend mess around with you?”
“Yeah. He said I was sexy,” said Holland.
“You are,” said Chase as he saw the head of the cock slip free of the foreskin, and Holland went from tugging on it to stroking it. He tugged on his own cock until it was erect then stroked as Holland was doing, slowly, sensually, until he had to take things to the next level.
Chase leaned toward Holland, coming to his hands and knees to close the distance. Holland smiled at him, then leaned toward him. They kissed, gently at first, then Holland cupped the back of his neck and kissed him with passion. It left him gasping for breath as Holland went from his lips to his right ear, swirling tongue around its curvature making him shiver.
“Will you?” said Holland as he pulled back and pushed down on Chase’s neck. He held his cock as he pushed Chase down toward it. “Will you do it for me?”
“Yes,” Chase uttered, then opened his mouth to take the cock.
It had been twelve years since he sucked a cock. Twelve years since he had done anything with another guy, but the instinct for what to do was still there. He worked his lips up and down the cock. It was at least eight inches, maybe nine, and just thick enough to wrap his lips around and move up and down easily.
“OH, suck me,” said Holland.
Chase buried the cock in his mouth, nose pressed into the wet pubic hair, then he moved to the head and tongued it making Holland shudder. He manipulated the cock until Holland was pumping upward with the hips.
“My turn,” Holland exclaimed, pushing Chase off his cock.
Holland was aggressive and physical in the way he manhandled Chase to his back and got between the legs. Chase was on the rock with his head lower than his ass, and he could feel the top of his head was in the water. He slapped at the rock as mouth sank down on his cock. He shuddered when tongue licked up his cock and swirled around the head. He hadn’t felt such pleasure in a long time and he struggled to control himself. He wanted to shove his cock down Holland’s throat. He wanted to fuck the mouth, then the ass, but he just clung to the edge of the rock and let Holland have his way. The mouth moved on his cock and fingers wrapped around his nuts tugging them tight in the sac. He shivered and his cock flexed in the sucking mouth.
The fingers went lower, rubbed over his tight opening, touching him in a manner he had not felt since college. The rake up and down his ass, the rubbing over his tight opening, then the penetration. One finger, two, then three stretched his hole open.
The fingers slipped out of his ass and the mouth released his cock, and Chase wanted to yell no, not yet, for he was so close. But Holland had his legs, lifting them up until he was resting on his shoulders, half his head in the water and his ass turned up. He watched Holland move to his ass, licking around and over it until he was moaning and grunting.
“Fuck; eat me. Lick my ass. Lick it,” Chase cried out as tongue worked his loosened opening. He couldn’t believe how quickly things escalated, and he looked at his own dripping cock, then at Holland eating him out. He knew Holland meant to fuck him, and he wanted it. Wanted it with such desire it made him breathless.
“Holland. Fuck me. Put your cock in me,” exclaimed Chase.
Holland rose and looked down at Chase. “I was hoping you’d let me.” he stood and moved up to the ass. Bending at the knees, he put his cock to the wet ass and penetrated it with the head of his cock.
Chase shuddered with the penetration, then he watched Holland sink into his ass, inch after inch until over half was buried inside him. Then Holland began to fuck. A slow fuck that sunk cock deeper and deeper until Holland could get no further inside him. Then he pulled out, dropped to the knees, held the legs up and sank into Chase again. This time he fucked with a steady rhythm, pushing cock all the way into him. He rocked with the hard fuck, and when Holland was slamming into his ass, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the valley. He felt his body slide down the rock until only his face was out of the water.
Holland pulled Chase up and maneuvered him to his hands and knees. Cock slapped his ass, then bore into his depths and began to fuck him again.
“Fuck, you got a nice ass,” exclaimed Holland.
Chase held his head down and watched his dripping cock swing between his thighs as Holland fucked him, hard, hammering his ass. A hand slipped around his waist and took his cock, making him cry out as fingers smeared precum over the head and down the shaft. He pushed back on Holland’s cock and shivered with the manipulation. The hand circled his cock and stroked it as cock battered his insides. He wanted to cum. He wanted the release. He wanted to Holland to keep fucking him. “Keep going; don’t stop.”
Holland chuckled, then impossibly, fucked him harder, faster, shuddering his entire body as cock slammed into his depths. How long could Holland keep it up Chase wondered as he gasped for breath. Then Holland was laying on his back grinding hips against his ass. He felt the hot sweaty body rub against his back. He felt hot exhales on his neck; then tongue moved over his skin. He felt the long hair move over his shoulders. The physical nature of their sex increased his pleasure in ways he couldn’t begin to understand. Then he felt a nip, a kiss, then heard a soft whisper, defiant of the physicality of their fuck.
“I’m going to cum in your ass.”
“Pump it in me,” Chase exclaimed.
Holland rose to his knees, pulling Chase to his knees. An arm around the neck bearhugging their bodies together and a hand stoking Chase’s cock, fast and rough as Holland kept fucking.
Chase came first, his cock shooting wad after wad across the rock. As his cock ejaculated each wad, his ass spasm around the cock relentlessly fucking him. It didn’t slow as he came, just kept hammering his insides. As the last of his load dribbled out of his cock, Holland slammed into his ass.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” exclaimed Holland.
This time the water felt good to Chase. It cooled his skin and washed the sweat from it. He swam from one side to the other as Holland watched, and when he came to tread water next to him, fingers grazed over his chest, stomach, then cock.
“Will you come visit me again,” said Holland.
Chase heard the pleading nature of the tone, as if Holland was afraid this was just a one-time hook up. But he wanted to do it again. He wanted to do it with Holland. There was something about the contrast of naivety and physicality that pushed his buttons.
“I’m still unpacking but will be finished tomorrow. You want to come up to my place for dinner and…” said Chase, not sure if he should be so blunt as to say he wanted to fuck around again.
“Sex?” said Holland, swimming up close and kissing him.
When they pulled apart, Chase saw Holland had dark brown eyes and light freckles over the nose, and a smile with dimples. “Yes, of course,” he replied, making the two of them smile at each other. “I better go or it’ll get dark on me before I get back.”
“When do you want me to come up to your place?” said Holland.
“About five or so. And plan on staying the night.”
Chase Saunders, you found a man.
All afternoon, Chase fretted over how Holland would know when to show up. There had been no watch on the wrist and Holland had admitted to being off the grid. To keep his mind off it, he worked tirelessly to get everything hung on the walls and the last boxes emptied, mostly small items, like more socks and underwear, and a few graphic T-shirts, or stuff for the kitchen. A box of sugar, flour, and spices, then one with storage bags, more garbage bags, and rolls of foil or plastic wrap.
Outside, he set up his grill and put away the few yard tools he had into the basement storage room. As he headed back inside, he noticed it was four o’clock. Just enough time to shower and get dinner prepped.
After his shower, Chase slipped on boxers, cargo shorts, and a tank top. He went to the kitchen and laid out the steaks, seasoning each one. Then he prepped a salad, and wrapped potatoes in foil and put them in the oven to bake.
With everything prepped, he stood at the windows overlooking the valley, then checked the time again. 4:58 P.M. He looked up to see Holland coming up the steps and into the open yard.
The table was as they left it. Used utensils lay across each plate with empty beer bottles next to them. In the bedroom, clothes lay strewn across the floor, and on the bed. Holland lay on his back, legs held up and tight against Chase’s chest. Chase was pushing cock into him, slowly with the initial penetration. Holland tilted his head back and moaned, then clutched at the bed and arched his back.
“Push it in me. Push all of it in me,” Holland uttered as his own cock hovered over his abdomen.
Chase watched as his cock disappeared in the ass. He shivered with the tightness that griped it as he bore into Holland’s depths. Then he slow fucked him. A long tug outward, then the push inward until hips pressed against ass. He kept it up, at times pulling free of the ass, then penetrating it again as he pushed into Holland’s depths.
“Fuck! Do it. Do it, Chase; fuck me. Fuck me,” exclaimed Holland.
Chase kissed the right ankle, then he worked his hips faster, driving cock into Holland’s depths. He increased his pace until the bed rocked beneath them, then his hips banging against the ass echoed in the room. He fucked until sweating and gasping for breath, and Holland didn’t relent, kept pushing him to fuck harder.
Chase was gasping for breath when he pulled out of Holland’s ass and sat on the bed, back against pillows propped up on the headboard. He didn’t need to tell Holland what he wanted. He just waved his cock at him and watched as Holland straddled his waist and pumped dripping cock up his chest. He held the body around the ass, feeling the curvature of each cheek and how they flexed as Holland pumped cock against him.
Holland leaned down and kissed Chase, then held his cock while lowering ass down to it.
Chase shuddered with the feel of the ass sliding down his cock. He stared into the dark brown eyes as he felt it, the tightness sliding along his cock until the ass was seated on it.
“Fuck, you feel good inside me,” said Holland.
Then Holland was moving, up and down, building up a steady pace. His own cock rubbed Chase on the stomach, leaving a slick trail. Holland kept up the steady pace, then he leaned back resting on his hands, and worked his ass with a brutal pace, slamming it down on Chase’s cock while his own cock flopped heavily.
“Fuck. Don’t stop; I’m going to cum,” said Chase.
“Yeah, do it, cum in me.”
Chase held the flexing calves as Holland moved on his cock. He felt the building release, how his cock became so sensitive he wanted to shove upward, to bury it in the ass. He was sucking in lungs full of air and squeezing the calves. The ass kept moving up and down, just stroking his cock to the point of release. He cried out and came. He shuddered as the ass kept moving on his spurting cock until spent.
“Stop. Holland, please stop.”
Holland settled his ass on Chase’s spent cock and sat up. A few strokes of his cock and cum roped up Chase’s chest hitting him on the chin.
Chase was on his back, thighs pressed to his chest and ass turned up, taking Holland’s fuck. Taking every inch. Holland long dicked him, pulling outward until at times the cock hovered over his gaping hole, then shoved back into it, all the way.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Holland.
Chase tilted his head back and closed his eyes focusing on the feel of cock boring into his depths. How it banged his insides and made his own cock drool on his stomach. Holland’s stamina was shocking…and fucking pleasurable to the point of madness.
Holland shifted position, hovered over him, pushing down on his legs, and fucked harder, slamming cock into him until hips smacked his upturned ass.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” said Holland.
“Do it. Pump it in me,” exclaimed Chase.
The bed squeaked and rocked beneath them. Holland fucked with a brutal pace, physically, relentlessly. Chase opened his eyes and looked between his legs at the cock pumping inside him. How it came into view, nearly every inch of it, then just as quickly, disappear in his ass. Over and over until he wanted to cum.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Holland.
Holland shoved into the depths of Chase’s ass and kept pushing against the upturned ass as he came.
Chase lay still, relishing the feel of Holland’s mouth on his cock. The slow suck. The manipulation by the tongue. The tug on his nuts as the mouth took all of it. Then he felt fingers rubbing his leaking ass, smearing Holland’s cum. Then they penetrated him, two fingers, then three, and he came, shuddering and jerking with release as the mouth sucked up every drop and swallowed.
Chase Saunders: A New Life.
Chase was reading a forestry journal about some new invasive pest. It was getting worse with the warming climate. He flipped the page and looked out the windows over the valley wondering how long it would be before something started attacking the trees in his valley. It was happening in other areas and sooner or later it would happen here too. He had been with the Forest Service for over a year and knew he still had a lot to learn. There was talk about going to the western end of the state doing some surveys. The local offices in the region were overwhelmed with hikers and tourists and manning their offices. When he went back to work on Monday, he hoped to find out if they got the approval from Raleigh.
The doorbell rang, and Chase looked back toward the door wondering who would be coming to his place on a Saturday afternoon. He went to the door and swung it open.
“Chase, I hope I’m not disturbing you,” said Everett, his boss at the Forest Service.
“No, I was just reading the latest journal. Come on in,” said Chase.
“I’ve read it and its depressing.”
“The article on the Spotted Lanternfly.”
“Yes,” said Everett, as he followed Chase to the living area.
“Take a seat and tell me what’s up.”
Everett took one of the armchairs as Chase sat back on the sofa. Everett looked out of the windows. “You’ll never get tired of that view.”
“It’s great,” said Chase.
The bedroom door opened and Holland came out wearing khaki shorts and nothing else. Chase knew there wouldn’t even be underwear on beneath them. But the latest haircut made him look more mature, more masculine and the idea of an afternoon fuck crossed his mind. Everett watched Holland come into the living area and sit next to Chase.
“Hey Holland, how are you?” said Everett.
“I’m good. It’s good to see you again,” said Holland.
Chase smiled, for it was good to see Everett still treated him well after their initial introduction. He had invited Everett, his wife, and the core team over for dinner three months ago, where he introduced them to Holland. Some of them knew of Holland, how he had lived down in the valley off the grid. They had been shocked seeing him with Chase, and more shocked to realize it was as partners.
“Has Chase got you to move in yet?”
“I live here most of the time, but I like to go down to my place on occasion.”
“Do you go with him,” said Everett looking at Chase.
“Sometimes, but more often than not, Holland wants some solitude.”
“Kathy would freak out is she had to stay in a cabin without power,” said Everett, referring to his wife.
“Or running water?” said Chase.
“That too.” Everett laughed, making Chase and Holland laugh with him.
Everett then became serious, sitting up to face Chase. “I got word last night about the survey.”
“Your tone makes it sound bad,” said Chase.
“They only approved one person to go.”
“Just one person? But it’ll take two of us to—”
“I know and they kept saying someone in the Franklin or Murphy office could help you.”
“But the whole reason they are pulling us in is those offices are short staffed. They don’t have anyone who can take a week for survey work.”
“So, what do you think we should do?” said Everett, looking at Chase, then over at Holland.
“Seriously?” said Chase.
Everett shrugged.
“On the books it’ll just be me.”
“And the budget has enough to cover some of the cost, especially if you two are sharing tents and the occasionally hotel room.”
“I can go with Chase?” said Holland.
“Would you want to go with me, camping out most nights in the mountains? We’ll be roughing it,” joked Chase.
“I think I can handle sleeping in a tent.”
“Good. Don’t talk about this in the office. I don’t want Raleigh finding out until afterward…if then,” said Everett.
“Are we still set to go the first of next month?” said Chase.
“Same schedule. Let Sam know what you’ll need and as for a second sleeping bag—”
“I’ve got three hanging up in the storage room, so we’re covered for gear.”
“And I’ll tell him to pack extra food in case the survey takes longer.”
Chase unzipped the tent and sat at the opening putting on his hiking boots. Once he had them on, he looked up the narrow valley at the sun rising over the ridgeline.
“The coffee is ready,” said Holland.
Chase climbed to his feet, zipped the tent closed, and went to the area set up with a camp stove on a flat rock. Coffee in hand, he watched Holland set water over the stove to boil to make breakfast.
“We should finish by tomorrow by noon,” said Chase.
“If we get that lower section surveyed this morning, we might get finished sooner,” said Holland.
“True. Have you had enough of roughing it?”
Holland smiled, then turned to Chase. “Of course not. I could stay out here forever.”
“No doubt, but I’m ready for a hot shower and a bed to sleep in.”
“You don’t like fucking in the open woods?”
“Oh, it’s great, except two days ago when we had to pick ticks off each other.”
“That sucked.”
“Yes, it did. Let’s eat and get to it.”
It was late in the day, and Chase led Holland down to the bottom of the valley, just below their camp site. They had passed through the area that morning and saw a creek cascading along the bottom of the valley, much like the one below his home with a plunge pool that reminded them of the scour pool on their creek.
“A swim before we go back to camp?” said Holland.
“Yep.”
Holland came up next to Chase, standing at the base of the trail looking over the pool of water. “Well, let’s get naked.”
Clothes were draped over limbs or laid out on a large rock and Holland led Chase into the cold mountain stream, gingerly stepping from rock to rock until entering the pool.
“The bottom is sand,” said Chase, as he waded out behind Holland. The water came up to their waist and swirled around them lazily. It was quiet, nature quiet, with the sound of trickling water and birdsong one had to stay quiet to hear. Holland moved to Chase, cupped the back of the neck and kissed him. While they kissed, hands roamed over familiar bodies, rubbing skin and hardening nipples, then tugging and manipulating cocks until they responded.
Holland suddenly bearhugged Chase and pulled them down into the water. They horsed around like teenagers, dunking each other and wrestling around in the pool of water. When they were finally fatigued from their horseplay, Chase pulled Holland against his body and kissed him, then he pulled him to the pool’s edge. He lay back on a large flat rock holding his legs up.
There was nothing to say, for Holland knew what Chase wanted, knew as soon as they came to the creek with its little pool of water. He put his hands on the back of the thighs and pushed them up and apart as he captured the cock in his mouth. He sucked Chase, manipulated and tongued the cock until Chase was moaning while clutching the edge of the rock. Then he bent lower, dragged his tongue over the nuts and down to the ass and licked it, tongued it, until Chase was shivering with the manipulation.
“Fuck. Fuck. Holland…put it in me,” Chase uttered breathlessly.
Holland stood and aligned his cock with the wet opening. He rubbed it with his cock, then pressed against the tightness until the ass stretched open letting him enter. He kept pushing, slowly, inch after inch, until over halfway inside of Chase. He saw Chase’s cock flex and the nuts start to draw up tight. He tugged outward, then began a slow fuck.
“Yeah...fuck me. Fuck me,” said Chase as he took his own cock in hand.
Holland held the legs up, spread wide apart, and fucked. He increased his pace, slamming into the ass, then he slowed, tugging outward then pushed back in while watching his cock come into view then disappearing again relishing the feel of it. The tightness sliding along its length. He watched Chase masturbate while fucking his ass, hips smacking against it.
Holland fucked until the surge of release shuddered him, and he pulled the legs to his chest and fucked as hard as he could, rocking Chase with every shove inward. The smack against the ass echoed in the valley spurring him to keep it up, to fuck until his muscles burned with exertion.
“Keep fucking…I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Chase.
Holland smiled at Chase, then fucked with full swings of his hips, tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then pushing inward all the way, hips smacking against the ass. He long dicked it until Chase cried out and cum roped up the chest. As Chase came, cock erupting wad after wad, he fucked. He didn’t slow, just pounded the ass. As the last of Chase’s load dribbled out, Holland came.
“My turn,” Holland exclaimed, not letting Chase get up. He moved over the prone body and rubbed his ass over the slimy, still hard cock. He put his hands on the chest and leaned into it as he worked his ass. Chase never lost his erection.
Holland sat up, held Chase’s cock, and eased his ass down to it. He rocked his ass over the wet head until Chase was pushing upward, and he settled his ass on it and let his weight carry him down. He shivered as he stretched to take Chase, then he tilted his head back and moaned as he opened to the penetration, sinking all the way down until seated on the cock.
“Fuck,” uttered Chase.
“Yeah…fuck,” whispered Holland as he moved on the cock. Up and down, he worked his ass. He moved slowly so he could feel every inch tug at his opening, then he moved fast, physically, slamming his ass down on it. His cock smacked down on Chase’s abdomen, and he took it in hand, stroking with the same urgency as he moved on the cock.
“I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Chase.
“Do it. Cum in me,” said Holland, never slowing their fuck.
Chase shoved upward, then shuddered with his second release. Holland rode the spurting cock until his ass moved slickly on it, and he came again, spraying the chest and stomach with his load.
The campfire burned low and the nighttime sky was dark with a low cloud cover that concealed the moon and stars. Chase and Holland were sitting in their backpacking chairs, leaning back drinking the last of the bourbon they had carried for the last week in their hikes, savoring the warmth of the dark ember liquid.
“When we get back, I’ll schedule some time off and we can take a vacation,” said Chase.
“This isn’t a vacation?”
Chase looked at Holland like he had lost his mind, seeing the mischievous stare back. “Vacation my ass,” he uttered.
“Where do you want to go?”
“My old boss back in Raleigh always talked about vacationing in Martinique and Dominica.”
“Where’s that?”
“Caribbean.”
“I’ll need a passport.”
“I have an application for you to fill out when we get back.”
“It’s good we’ll be finished in the morning. They’re calling for rain in the afternoon,” said Chase, setting his phone to the side after checking the latest forecast.
“We’ll have to pack up and hurry to get back to the Jeep before it starts,” said Holland.
“Or we’ll just get wet,” joked Chase.
After a short silence, Holland responded. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
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