The Fever

What an odd sounding word: "MUMPS" ... Sounds like something Dr. Seuss would come up with. The wumpus Mumps bumbus chumps & wild wibber wags - all in big lumps... (but I regress...)

It's called a "childhood" illness. I had it as a child & to this day remember the delirium -- the feeling of being out of my head with thoughts that didn't make sense. There was a feeling - a presence about half way through the experience that I found very comforting - like being slowly crushed by someone I loved intensely without any pain. The feeling was like being in a body much larger than my own & weighted down. I was just entering puberty -- & although I did not know what the experience was called at the time; -- each day I longed for the night when in the darkness, - in a body that felt several times my size, the heavyness & the presence of love shaped like an invisible man would weigh me down & cause me to experience wet dreams endlessly all night. That experience lasted for about 5 days during which I said nothing to anyone about the milky fluid that was endlessly drooling (& every half hour or so -- spurting) - from my near mature penis. I remember quietly rummaging through my sock drawer & finding a heavy winter boot-sock to pull over my cock to sponge up the continuously mounting mess so that no-one would think I'd wet myself or the bed. The odor was -- unmistakably spunk -- but thank Gawd that mother had a stinky vicks vaporizor in the room turned up high. By the 2nd day, I asked that my room door be left closed & to be left alone. I said I had a headache; -- but the fact was that I wanted to be left alone with that wonderful invisible man -- who was such a turn on that he gave me syrupy throbs & ecstatic convulsions in my crotch all day & night. Every so often, I'd change out my sock & hide the used one in a suitcase under my bed. By the end of the 5th day, my invisible lover had departed & left me with swollen balls & a very sore cock. Although I know it's said that mumps can be deadly; -- I'd PAY to have that experience again (sore groin & all)!

I was a college sophomore & my friend Will was down for spring break. My parents owned a cabin in the mountains & up there, it was still freezing & snowing as the increased atmospheric moisture dumped heavier snows in the mountain spring. Will & I decided to make the 5 hour drive to the cabin & catch the last of snowshoeing, ice-fishing & small game hunting. It seemed to us (Will & I) that they'd be room for summer stuff as time went by; --But to catch the last rites of winter -- that was the smart thing. You can't ice fish in July!

Will showed up late Sunday afternoon. He said that he'd been feeling a little run down with all the commotion & had overslept. We loaded the SRV with supplies & headed off. Will drove for a couple of hours & we ate at the "Last Chance" waffle house before hitting the winding mountain road. We talked about all kinds of nothing on the way, but Will kept nodding off. The radio stations kept fading in and out as the trail wound back & forth along the sides of the mountains. Once we were at 2000 feet, the roads turned from black to grey-white & the snow returned to the tree branches.

"Hey hockey boy...", I loudly spoke. Will woke up -- groggily looking around from the passenger seat. "It's your favorite thing: SNOW!", I chided with him. He smiled as his half opened eyes took in the whiteness from the landscape outside. His smile gradually faded as he slipped back into his sleep. Will was a hockey player ... OK ... a hockey NUT/ADDICT. I joked with him about it -- saying that he was just in it for the excuse to fight. I reminded him of the time he was underage & in a bar fight. His mom saw him all beat up from a distance & asked me what he'd been doing. I just said "hockey game" (it was in July) & she swallowed the lie, hook line & sinker! When I got to the "sinker" part, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't pack my tackle box. Hmmmm. That might blow chuncks if the cabin was barren of appropriate winter tackle - I thought out loud. Will chuckled -- but it didn't seem that his heart was in it.

By the time we reached the cabin, it was dark - & the stars were obscured by a thick covering of clouds. It was also beginning to snow and the weather radio announced that a warm moist front was colliding with a mass of Canadian air coming down as the jet stream dipped unusually far south. The mountain forecast was for snow -- snow that might last for a few days. The flakes were unusually large -- which seemed strange because large flakes usually mean the snow in changing to rain -- but in this case, the lower atmosphere was so cold that large amounts of moisture was simply freezing quickly falling out of the sky in clumps. There were occasional lightning flashes - which are quite unusual for winter storms.

We parked the SUV near the cabin & between the two of us, we got it unpacked & inside within a matter of minutes. I grabbed 2 cans of propane & brought them inside. The little shed was over half full of wood - so they'd be plenty to feed the little wood stove inside the cabin. The propane was to heat water & run the refrigerator (& a few other things). The cabin was small - 2 story with 2 bedrooms & a small bathroom with a propane toilet (yes ... such things do exist) & a small hot-tub (no kidding). Several electrical outlets were available -- for when the SUV was powering a converter - which would power the cabin (so we could be "quite modern" if need be). However, I enjoyed the retro feel of a wood fire & the warmth of a propane toilet on frost bitten-butt cheeks!

The cabin was freezing cold, but the little stove started easily enough & before long, the temperature was beginning to rise. Oh, that "little stove" was a late 1980's model - when people were going nuts about the design & redesign of wood burning devices. It was fed air from it's own intake line & it contained a long heat transfer loop inside it for heating water. We also kept about 700 pounds of anthracite coal in the woodshed for when we needed a hot-hot fire to get the hot tub & domestic hot water steamy in a hurry. . That little stove was incredible. All this time, Will had been quieter than usual. We got settled in unpacked & as the temperature rose in the cabin -- we took our winter clothes off. I opened up 3 cans of corn chowder & poured them into a pot I put on top of the stove & made small talk with Will. A deep cycle marine battery in the cellar powered the little flourescent lights around the cabin - itself charged by a solar panel outside or the SRV when on-line. It was under this light that I noticed that Will looked a little "run-down". I was still wearing my sweater because the cabin was only 68 degrees F, but Will had already stripped to his tank & shorts.

I got a couple of bowls & poured the soup with a good side of crackers. That & a couple of beers really hit the spot. We just said "no" to dessert & decided to catch the weather on the radio before we called it a night. The radio predicted more snow & the front was simply stalled with the jet stream almost looping around it as a lasso catches a steer. This was bound to be a strange week. Will & I had plans for early tomorrow, so we decided to turn in. I took the downstairs because the upstairs was next to the bathroom & will was the "guest" although he'd been here before.

He seemed kinda woosy so I followed him up the stairs & made jokes about 1-beer putting him on the floor. He chuckled, but again I could see he just was way-too-tired to enjoy the full effect of the blow to his ego. I pulled back the covers & tucked him in. I turned his room light off & the hall light on as I exited. I refilled the stove & opened the hot water loop. The well was actually at a higher elevation than the cabin so the water had pressure from gravity's effect. I remember the summer my dad had run an extension pipe from the neighbor's water line down to this cabin - a 6' deep trench that ran about 100 meters. Will had helped us run that & a lot of the digging was done the old fashioned way.

Dad paid us for it so at the end of the summer, we were lean, mean, muscled machines with a couple grand of spending money each. Will's new & improved body ended up getting him laid repeatedly by some woman in her 30's who liked her men just on the legal side of puberty. She'd show up at school-lunch & they'd go off somewhere, & he'd come back 45 minutes later all emotionally "released". He'd joke about it & say things like, "Besides me, she was the hottest thing he'd done.". I'd always laugh -- but it kinda hurt on the inside because I really did love Will & although I'd never admit it -- would have cuddled with him at the drop of a hat. As it was, he was always dating a cheerleader & I was dating Heather - the cheerleader (for company & cover of being with a proper 'catholic girl'). Her mother was a nun or something (she thought herself superior); -- & I never could remember how the family thing of her's worked. She had plans of Coventry or the like; - but I had plans of fitting in with the rest of the guys. Of course now, I wasn't seeing anyone & when asked, I just made up a name to go with the generic girl picture - one of any number of female head-shots I kept in my wallet. My latest date was a blonde, eh .. I mean - a red-head named Krissy. Ah yes, when I thought of dear Krissy I always felt remorse of the terrible incident that had left her a quadruple amputee - right below the neck, & robbed her of a detailed past. I just said that she was into acting -- as a body double. It was kinda true - albeit in a twisted sorta way. Ahhh... but back to reality.

It was about 2AM when I awoke to some noise coming from upstairs. If you've ever listened to someone who's drunk try to move about quietly -- that was the type of noise it was. I got out of bed & shivered some as the cool air met me. I put on my bath robe & headed upstairs. When I got to Will's room, his door was open & the bathroom door was partly closed. I could hear the water running in the bathroom as I approached the doorway. Looking in my eyes took a few seconds to tell my brain what was being seen. Will was in the raw, - hunched over the sink cupping handfuls of cold water & rubbing them into his head & scalp. His breathing was heavy & his legs were shaking some. I knocked lightly on the door frame & walked in. Will looked up at me and weakly said, "Hot ... burning up..."

He took a step toward me trying to stand straight-up, but his legs gave out as I moved forward fast enough to catch him in my arms before he hit the hard wood floor. His naked body felt really, really warm, & as I wrapped my cold arms around him he groaned, "cool...feels so good...". I moved Will into position & laid him over my shoulder potato-sack-style. I opened the medicine cabinet & pulled out the first aid kit & proceeded to exit the bathroom. Entering his room, I laid him onto the bed telling him I was gonna check him out. He just laid there, breathing heavily & radiating a lot of heat. I turned the little light on that was over his bed. It was amazing how much light the little directed beam gave. I opened the First Aid kit & found a thermometer - an ear unit. The battery indicator was almost full so I put the scope part up against Will's ear & pulled the capture trigger. The display beeped & read 103.9F. "Oh, krap!", lept out of my mouth. "We've gotta get you cooled down, bro", I exclaimed.

That little stove had burned about 10 pounds of anthracite - 'not enough to make the water hot -- but enough to melt any icy contents of the tub', I thought to myself. Putting Will over my shoulder again, I walked back to the bathroom & pulled off the hot tub's insulating cover. Everything inside was liquid. I put my hand in. It felt like the north Atlantic in June. (Man that little stove was a hot-ticket!) I lowered Will into the tub. He gasped some. Holding his head above water, I wiggled out of my bath robe & then slipped into the cold water beside him. I shuddered & told him, "Dude, I'm gonna get you all healthy again just so I can get you back for this.". Will's eyes were closed & his body limp, but a hint of small grin did manage to cross his face.

I moved so that the warm water outlet into the tub was directed onto the small of my back - so that it was deflected & formed a current of warmer water that rose along my back between me & the hot-tub wall. What a difference in temperature! No wonder the pool had warmed up so quickly (not that it was warm-warm ... but well above freezing! Of course, the 2 gallons of pure ethanol dad mixed into the water every fall probably helped keep things defrosted! So, my front was cold & my back was warm. "I feel like a McDLT", I joked out loud. Will breathed a little harder in response. I held him for a few minutes in the cold water - partially up against me so that his warm back heated at least part of my cold front. I stroked his forehead with my right hand as he rested against me. "Hey, do you know we have nearly identical noses?", I commented - noticing our nearly identical noses. Will smiled some. "That's probably why people say we look like brothers or something...", I continued. Several more minutes passed.

"Hey, this water's really cold.", Will weakly commented with half open eyes. "I was dreaming that we'd just been on the Titanic.", he smiled. I hugged him as I subconsciously welcomed him back.

"Just what Dr. Jonny Fever ordered.", I replied. "A few minutes more, okay?" Will turned around weakly under his own power & put his arms around me - bringing our chests together. The water between us warmed fairly quickly as his body continued to dump heat into the tub. I positioned him so his head tilted forward & rested on my shoulder as I gently hugged him back. Suddenly, the water didn't seem so bad.

Another 5 minutes or so passed. I had lost track of time -- with Will gently in my embrace with his head on my shoulder. He began to shiver some. "Time to get out of the pool, bro!", I half heartedly joked. Will smiled.

"No problem.", I reassured him. "That's what best friends are for." I propped him up against the side of the tub & as I stood to exit, I did the "sack-o-potatoes" move on him again. I grabbed my terry-cloth bathrobe from the floor, & carried Will downstairs, drying his legs as best as I could as I walked. I sat him on the sofa which was still covered with a protective dust-sheet & turned the small light at the head of it on. I finished drying him off & then I went to my room to get a pair of briefs for each of us.

I slid the newer pair onto Will - noticing that his face looked kinda puffy under his ears. "I'm gonna get you some aspirin.", I commented. "Is there anyone in your family who's ill or have you been around anyone?", - I continued.

Will laid there like the question went thru his head. "Well, my 8 year old nephew who visited just had the mumps.", he answered. "But, that's a kid's thing.", he continued.

"Your luck just ran out.", I replied. "You've got the mumps, Bro ... & we're snowed in."

Will lifted his head just long enough to realize that lifting his head hurt. "Oh man...", he commented.

I went upstairs & got the first aid kit. Getting back down, I put some coal into the stove & then took Will's temperature again. "99.6 ... well, that's almost normal. At least you're out of the 'Roll around on the floor, - trying to bite your ear' range...", I commented.

"That's a shame ... because you know what they say the best medicine is.", I joked. I took 3 aspirin out of the kit. "Take these. They'll either help, or - kill you...", I continued with my impromptu stand up comedy for the ill, - routine. I dug a diet 7-up out of the cooler & handed it to him with the aspirin. He smiled -- downing them with a swig of soda. After giving the can back to me, he put his hand on his stomach, shook some all over & relaxed with his head tilted back & his gaze fixed on the ceiling. I reached over & scratched the bottom of his bare right foot - lightly. His toes immediately spread & straightened & then curled inward as a grin crept across his face.

"Feigning death will get you no sympathy from me, mister.", I joked. Lifting his lower leg enough to get around it & sit on the couch, I lowered it back onto my lap & leaned back enough to pin his left leg between the couch & my back. Lifting my right leg over his, I locked his right knee between my legs as I grasped his right ankle in my right hand & with my left hand begin to lightly scratch the bottom of his captured right foot. A puff of laughter came from his lips as he stiffened weakly & pointed his toes. I kept tickling lightly...having his bare foot firmly gripped at the ankle.

"Dude....stoh ... stohhh ... stoppp!", he barely got out in a half-giggled whisper. "I'm sooooo sss sore I cah - cah- cah- can't mmmove!"

I stopped tickling him & put some gentle pressure into his foot; - & then changed my hand position & applied some more pressure. His whole body relaxed. "Good behavior will be rewarded...", I teased. Will smiled. I rubbed his foot for another couple of minutes as he groaned in pleasure. "Mumps stresses the entire body bro. Lots of lactic acid is the result. That's why you're so sore. You're one ill puppy." Will looked at me with some concern in his expression. "I'll take care of ya, dude...", I assured him with a final gentle squeeze on the foot. Getting up I said, "I'm gonna bring ya into my room; -- Keep one arm wrapped around ya to keep an eye on ya, - & occasionally feel you up when you're not look'n.", I half joked

I did the potato-sack thing with him again & carried him to my room where I pulled back the covers & laid him down. Then I walked around the place picking up after us & turning off lights. I also jam-packed the little stove with anthracite & set the air flow to slow. That should give another 4-5 hours good burn, - I thought to myself. Going back to my room, crawled into bed with him. He was shivering some now (fever's are bizarre), so he was relieved when I snuggled up against him. He rolled facing me.

"Anything for you, dudester...", I replied -- wrapping both arms around him & pulling him to me a little firmer. The feel of his chest against mine soon made me warm inside all over. I'm sure the extra heat was appreciated - even if Will didn't know it was 'extra' on account of him. We fell asleep like that.

I woke up a few hours later. It was light outside, but snowing like a blizzard (due to the blizzard). I reloaded the stove & made a couple of cans of tomato soup -- to fill a couple of mugs. Going back to my room, I stirred Will & gave him the soup & 4 aspirin. I helped him sit up as he drank it. He was more puffy under the ears. He was really tired, so I let him slide back to sleep -- after I put the portable walkie-talkie on his nightstand & let him know I was on the other end if he needed ANYTHING...

Getting dressed, I went outside. There was about 12" of new snow on the ground & it was coming down so fast it was almost whiteout -- without any wind! The air was ultra-clean smelling & the boughs of the many fur trees were heavily weighted with the white powder. It was beautiful -- in a quiet, somber kind of way. I wondered if the old plow dad had used on the pickup could be fit to the SUV. I decided that would be my 'project' for the day. Well, with a lot of effort & brain power, + the fact there were lots of tools in the tool-shed: I got the plow mounted to the SUV's new 'frame' enhancement. At least welding in this weather didn't risk burning the forest down! You know: I had never appreciated Lipton Cup 'O Soup before, but it was fast to make & by adding just a little butter & red pepper -- it was mighty tasty! I went thru about 5 cups of the stuff that day! So productive was my time that I even had the creativity to get out the old tire chains & refit the link layout to fit the SUV. Over all, it was: Shovel, jack, weld, eat. Repeat.

By 6PM, I was done for the day. Going inside, I refilled the stove & hit a quick shower. I noticed that Will had left little "clues" that he'd been up & about: Toilet seat up, unwashed bowls in sink, crumbs on floor, shoes in refrigerator. Hmmm. Perhaps I should check on him ... I thought - with a raised eyebrow.

Snuffing all the lights except the hall lamp, I went into my room & sat on the bed beside Will. I put the back of my hand on his forehead. He was really warm -- but not like the day before. I took the thermometer & placed it up beside his ear. He groaned a little. Beep: 100.8F

I rubbed the back of his neck some. He groaned -- mostly in pleasure & some from being tender. I spread the massage into a wider pattern. Will just weakly moaned. His whole body was sore. I rubbed down to where the waistband on his briefs should have been -- & found only bare skin. Not paying much attention, I worked the inside & outsides of his hockey-player legs. When I got to the inside upper thighs, I gently felt his balls; - They were swollen some. Mumps will do that do a dude. I shook Will some until he was conscious. "Dude, did you take any aspirin today?", I asked.

"Time for another dose, Bro.", I replied. Taking 4 from the bottle at the head of the bed, I handed them to him with the half glass of water also there. These little white tablets are underestimated in their ability to reduce pain, fever & swelling. You might want to have kids someday...", I orated in my most professional medical tone. Will swallowed them down with a swig of water. "I see that you were up & about today.", I commented. "Not so nearly as helpless as one might think.", I continued. Will smiled some.

"Having strange dreams.", he mentioned. "Hearing voices inside my head I think ... not sure if awake or asleep sometimes."

"Yeah, when I was a kid, I had the mumps & remember lots of similar stuff. Because we're in the middle of nowhere, just lemme know what I can do. We want to make this as easy on your system as we can.", I commented -- letting Will know I was there for him. "We need to keep you in aspirin ever 4 hours, bro. You're swelling in places it's not good to swell in. They'll also keep your fever down."

"Just checking.", I grinned. "Hope you left me some room, - bed hog...", I teased.

Will shifted a little bit in an attempt to open up more space. I slid in beside him & slid an arm under his pillow (under his neck) & wrapped my other around his upper chest. "Gotcha now...", I whispered.

"Hey, I don't wanna freak you out, but I'm having some pretty bizarre dreams.", Will warned...

"Well, I'm near the ocean & as far as I can tell, the tide comes in & licks all over my body as it rises & I'm sure there's someone in the water using their tongue all over me. I keep waking up with the most intense case of blue balls. Then I go back to sleep & it like starts all over again...", Will narrated.

"I can't be sure, but it may be your bod trying to tell you something, bro.", I commented. Have you dumped your load yet?", I asked more seriously.

"Nah. It feels like my balls are in a vice. Too much pain to shoot. I get close & then this sharp pain really puts the dampers on things. It really sucks.

"Well, you just took 1000 milligrams of aspirin. That might make the pain less. Let me know if you get really uncomfortable & we'll brain storm."

Will looked a little confused. "So, you, eh, - don't mind if I cream all over the sheets with you right there?", he joked.

"A real friend would let me know in advance...", I paused ... "So I could get off with ya...", I chided him back. Will laughed a little harder & patted my arm that rested across his chest.

We both laid there in the dark grinning -- listening to the clock in the other room tick slowly. I must have drifted off still cuddling him. A while later, I woke up. My arm was still across Will's chest, but he was perspiring heavily & groaning lightly in his sleep. His breathing was rapid & it was obvious he was dreaming. I got hard instantly as I considered the possible content of his dream. Slowly, I lifted the pressure from my arm across him & began to move it downward & my hand inward. I got to his naval & just about an inch below it - maybe less, my fingers found the tip of his stiff erection. Grazing it slightly caused Will to moan with a little whimper. A coat of precum slicked the head & drooled down onto his belly & drizzled off onto his right thigh. Lapping it up with my fingertips, I coated my hand & when sufficiently slippery, I lightly grasped will's steel-hard velvety love pole & began to slow stroke him. The new, direct sensations caused him to whimper little cries from within his sleep as his penis throbbed & pulsed in my gentle, determined grip. Less than a minute after taking matters into my own hands, eh -- hand ... Will's cock began to quickly hard-pulse as his plentiful, wet ejaculate shot from the tip into the palm of my hand as I caught most of the load - while using my lube'd fingertips to coax out the last convulsions. The feelings of pushing Will over the top caused me to pop off a mess in my shorts. Will was now awake; - still breathing heavily from the welcome release & slightly confused as to the reason he'd finally gotten off.

"I guess so.", I replied. "Actually, I was pretty sure your bod needed to get rid of the extra pressure down there -- or maybe was increasing the general pressure within your plumbing to keep everything safe for future baby-making. Helping you over the hump seemed the right thing to do considering. Nothing I haven't done myself." I leaned over the bed & grabbed a heavy sock from the floor & wiped my hand off with it; - Folded it & wiped off Will's damp tummy. I suddenly had a memory from my childhood mumps experience. "You know, this is probably going to happen to you on & off. It's not all that uncommon, actually.

"I've heard of it happing to others.", I replied -- thinking about only (1) 'other' in particular. "If you feel the need to shoot coming on, lemme know & I'll help make sure you don't wreck the bed...", I said in a joking tone.

"Oh, okay...yeah...", Will replied - reaching over & taking my left hand in his right & giving a gentle squeeze. My implied message was apparently understood. We both drifted off again & about 30 minutes later, I heard Will groaning softly from his sleep. Curious, I slid my hand to his crotch where I found his rock-hard erection again. Reaching up onto the headboard, I found a pair of clean wool socks. Pulling one out of the roll, I positioned the open end near my naval & with my free arm, rotated Will into my direction. The movement woke him some. Rolling some toward him, I slid the large sock over our touching dicks causing them to hug each other closely. Will groaned some as I rotated so that he was on top of me -- pecs2pecs, balls to balls with our cocks against each other wrapped in the warm sock. "It feels so good being with you like this...", Will gently spoke. "I've always liked being close to you, but I didn't want you to think I was a fag."

"Me too...", was all I could whisper in response. Will rubbed the side of his softly shadowed face with mine. I responded in kind & slowly ran my left hand along his hairline - scratching his head while my right hand lightly stroked his back & upper buttocks. All the while, the twitching & throbbing of our cocks kept increasing until Will let out a groan & lightly stiffened in my embrace as through my dick, I felt his begin to pulse rhythmically as he began to dump his man-load. Mine followed his lead as my gentle groans & twitches comforted him through the experience. As he resolved, he gently kissed my ear nearest his lips. We simply fell asleep afterwards still connected by the heavy sock at the crotch. A little over 30 minutes later, Will's groaning woke me and as I gently applied some pelvic pressure, he dumped his load again. He was so sexy during the act that I couldn't have stopped my own nutt if I'd had wanted (not that I wanted). Youth has it's advantages.

All night Will periodically pumped out his hott nutt as his balls fought the mumps in their own way. I wasn't going to complain. Seeing this vulnerable, gentle side of my friend created a depth of love for him I hadn't formerly experienced, -- & him for me. Unconditional acceptance is a powerful statement; -- & being with a dude when he's ill & has these special needs tells a guy you don't find him repulsive in the least -- not even when he's pumping one out. This may be an enigma to people on the str8-end of the Kinsey scale, but slow, natural, loving sex is probably one of the most beautiful events in all nature - especially when it's between two beautiful people. By "natural", I mean face2face frottage, or penile/vaginal. Never anal (unnatural).

Toward morning, I helped Will up & we both took urgent pisses. He was so sore & weak that I held him up while aiming his equipment for him. I took my piss with him tossed over my shoulder. By this time, the hot tub was indeed hot & we slid in until the heat drove us out. Will told me that nobody had ever been this nice to him -- not even when he was a kid & home with the flu or something. His totally relaxed posturing & trust made his statement complete. I simply let him know: "Yeah ... I love ya too..."

I spent the next couple of days cuddled up with Will most of the time -- often with a heavy sock around our stiff dicks. By the end of the 3rd day, he was so sore it hurt him to lift his arms to eat, so I held the mug of soup while he drank & I massaged out some of the soreness in the hot tub. He was pretty miserable -- but manned it out well. At least he wasn't vomiting-sick.

The storm dumped 29" of snow over those 3 days. I knew the roads would be out for a few more while they were plowed. By the morning of the 5th day, Will was beginning to feel better. He was able to get around more on his own & we ended up digging out the playing-cards & board games. By that evening, most of his swelling had gone down. I made us some more soup & expected Will to head up to "his" room. He did, but about 30 minutes after I was in my bed (& lonely) --

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs - & shedding his bathrobe, Will slid naked into my hug & cuddled up against me at once. The closeness was near-heaven & we made face2face love so slowly that our river of nutt was totally thin & runny by the time we each pumped out our anxious loads. We were so bonded that even after we shot, we kept slow-nibbling & pecking kisses on each other. The depth of our friendship had found a foundation of bed-rock. Some people might think that foundation was "sex". It wasn't. It was complete trust & total appreciation of the other. Mutual JO was simply the best way of making each other feel great expressing that acceptance.

On the morning of the 6th day, Will was feeling much better & decided to go outside for a while to enjoy the view. We took a camera & managed to use a couple of rolls of film in the winter sight seeing around the camp. Many of the trees had icicles weighing down the branches & many had dumped their snowy burdens at the foot of their trunks. The snow was so deep that had we not had snowshoes on, we would have never been able to make the short trek we did. Till this day, whenever I see it snowing hard, I remember that week.

Will & I eventually joint-purchased a large duplex. We each have a renter leasing space in the respective basement under each unit. Both rents pay more than the building's expenses. I often wonder why more people don't do things that make that much sense.

We each have our own lives that overlap in a few areas. We each also have a key to the security door between the upper units. It's not unusual to hear that door open in the middle of the night as one of us feels the need for some luv'n. Since I discovered this website & some other sites on the web that have uncovered the widespread existence of relationships like mine & Will, -- I wonder what those other guys who love each other long distance are thinking by trying to play some macho, emotionally divorced head-game. I guess it's the buttphuckers who have created the paranoia among guys about getting close to their buds.

It's a shame -- to ignore real love & pursue some imperfect illusion based on a lie that the opposite sex is the answer for total intimacy. I think different people have different psychological needs in reference to being intimate. Both genders play a role in meeting those needs -- & I believe that as long as there's love & mutual respect, that the physical dimensions of our relationships need not stay across some imaginary border called "the opposite sex". If we assume that all people are a combination of male & female traits (simply put together in differing amounts), then the concept of sexual orientation disintegrates & leaves the freedom to simply find relationships with people who have the traits in the amounts we each appreciate more. This message -- along with the messages of respect & relationship are the most compelling reasons for embracing this thing called "G0Y". As a masculine guy who loves masculine traits -- & as a guy who would NEVER disrespect my bro by pretending his arse was a khunt; -- I suspect that this message is gonna appeal to a lot of guys who've already discretely cum with their buddy, -- or those who'd really like to.