0ver winter-break my Sr. year - some friends & I decided to take a long drive into the mountains the next state over & stay at the Cabin one of their parents owned. It was going to be some time to get away, do some ice-fishing on the frozen lake & generally have a good time out in the middle of nowhere.
There were 5 of us.We took 2 vehicle's.  They were each Toyota pickup trucks.  We thought it would be wiser to bring (2) trucks in case something happened (one could pull the other out), etc. It was a 6 hour drive into the mountains to the cabin. You had to go carefully because the roads were really horrible.  Eventually, we arrived.

It was a great 3 day vacation. We really got to know each other. We caught more fish than I'd ever seen before in my life! 3 days went way to quickly! Before we knew it, - we had to pack.

Packing to leave a great vacation could normally be a real bore - but I had gotten to know Shane - a new guy who was Derick's cousin & had come along to make friends.  I've played it st8 since I was in 7th grade & discovered I wasn't - at all.  The ploy worked & all my buddies were jocks & GI-Joes.  There was something about Shane that made my mouth a little dry & my heart beat faster when around him.  His mannerism, movements & emotions were like a Siren's song.  Not only that - but he seemed really uninhibited around me & was always asking me to help him get his boots on & off because of a knee injury in football that stopped him from bending his leg in at an acute angle.  He was friendly, sexy & totally single.  He was really neat & clean for a guy too. No Felix Unger, - but he went thru laundry like nobody else I'd ever seen & we discovered that if we let him -- he'd run the hot water out - so we made him shower last.

The guy radiated heat like a sauna - but when he finally got cold - he tended to stay cold & was really miserable.  After getting to know the guy for 3 days - I didn't want to see him miserable.  Actually, I had developed such deep feelings for the guy that I was consumed thinking about him & the thought of this vacation ending & being apart from him was a painful thing even to imagine.  I loved my friends - yeah, -- but this guy: Shane ... somehow he'd really managed to get a cupid-dart into me.  Nobody had ever told me that an emotional attachment to another guy could be this strong.  Don't get me wrong - he was totally studdified, but what I felt was way deeper than physical attraction. 
In 3 days, he'd really gotten to get chummy with me too.  We'd wrestled in the snow & I'd been giving him piggy-back rides from the mud room (where we took his boots off) up the steep stairs into the cabin.  He said the cold stiffened his knee so that the steep stairs hurt him to climb.  It worked for me.  He was a tender pile of muscle with almost no fat.  He looked like he should be able to fight in no-holds competitions; -- & somehow I suspected he was going easy.  I'd been working out for several years & he'd commented on my "nice 'V' shape".  The fact he noticed made me feel really good.  As far deep as I was in the closet - you have lots of hopes, but you play it careful all the time so that you can't possibly be found out. 

It's a hard row to hoe & lots of the things people say to you hurt because they don't know they're indirectly talking about you when they make some "homo" comment.  Actually - I didn't feel that I was "really gay" because I always heard people talk about gays as arse-phuckr'z -- And I had no interest in that kind of shit (pun).  What a disgusting concept! What kind of sick'o would put his arse in the air for another guy & what sort of low-life would want to do anything to another guy's butt!?  Sick phucks!  I didn't know exactly "what" I "was", but I couldn't be "gay"!

Watching Shane pack was a treat. He had a nice body & the work caused him to strip to his tank top. Man did the guy throw heat when he was active! I packed my stuff in record time so I could watch Shane ripple as I helped him finish his packing.  When we were done, he gave me a high-5 handshake & then used his grip to pull me close for a brief hug.  Man - what a total package this guy was!

Around 4 PM, we started the ride back down the mountain.  Our ETA was 3AM because of the weather.  Shane, Derick & I were in Derick's truck - jammed together like sardines & me loving ever second of Shane pushed up against me, & our other buddies - Adam & Steve were in the other truck with a bunch of things in front with them - things that could not be allowed to freeze.  About 30 minutes into the ride, Adam's truck begin to skid.  It was about 200 meters ahead of us and Derick began to slow at once.  We watched as Adam's truck went off the road & slowly down over a 15 meter embankment where it rolled over 3 times & stopped.  By the time Derick was on the ice patch - he was slow enough so that he didn't lose control. 

We got out & barreled down over the bank & discovered Adam & Steve completely OK - but the truck was in a spot so steep that we'd never be able to winch out.  Also, some of the provisions had gone flying out of the back of Adam's truck - down into a deep icy gorge.  Looking down gave me vertigo. We considered ways to get the packs back, & the truck back on the road. Believe me -- we gave it some thought - but the combination of terrain & ice made the tasks impossible.  We decided to all go back in Derick's truck.  2 guys were going to have to ride in the back. I glanced at Shane & as I began to say I would - so did he.  My stomach was full of butterflies.

We needed to repack everything to fit in the one truck.  We laid a layer of poly on the bed like a liner to prevent drafts & fumes from below -- & then we took our snowmobile suits off & laid them on the bed for padding; And then - 1 of the remaining sleeping bags, unzipped for insulation.  We unzipped the 2nd & laid it on the 1st.  Then, Shane & I sat on the gate & pulled our boots off.  We got on the sleeping bags & as we watched, the other three repacked the remaining stuff around us - so that we could lay stretched out - tightly.  Finally Derick pulled another layer of poly up over us - using the weight of the packing around us to hold the ends down.  The top layer of poly was tented up over our heads & tapered towards our feet - but positioned so we could open the end near our heads for air if we needed. 

Nobody said much - probably because of all the adrenalin - but the temperature outside was about 10 below & falling.  The other 3 got into the cab - buckled up & we began to go again - slower than before.  The engine barely made a sound because the hill allowed lots of coasting out of gear.  Under the plastic - it was kind of neat - like camping as a kid with a buddy.  The motion of the truck & sound of the wind was a little bit relaxing.  However, the reality of the cold soon set in &I began to pull the top sleeping bag (now a blanket) back.  Shane put a hand on my hand. "Is there snow on your clothes?", he asked.  I looked.  My shirt was fine - but below my knees was a white-out."

"Yikes....Good call.", I commented.

"Better strip down - just to be sure.", Shane said.  I nodded.  Shane stripped to his micro-briefs and I followed suit(pun).  The reality of the cold set in. With a big grin & a nod, he pulled back the top bag & we slid under.  He was throwing off heat like hot coal, but my skin was getting frosty.  As we pulled the ends of the sleeping blanket down around us - shane's warm hands brushed by my cold pecs several times.  After moving some hats around under us - we had a natural bulge that we could use as a pillow.  Shane then intentionally slid his warm hand over my cooling chest & commented, "Cold bro?". 

"A little", I replied.  Like we'd been this close our whole lives - he rolled toward me some & wrapped his arms around my torso as he motioned my position with his arms - so that we were nearly facing.  I cuddled into him & vampired away the heat radiating from his warm body.  He didn't seem to mind at all.  I was beginning to warm up -- for other reasons of my own.  The stuff in the back with us didn't leave much room & snugly pressed into us from all sides.  It was a good feeling to be so close with Shane.  The motion of the truck & flapping plastic caught in the turbulence above us set up a warm feeling of camaraderie in light of the circumstances.  We eventually found a position where I was on my back & Shane was about three-quarters of the way on top of me - with his arm & a leg across me.  I put my right hand on his left  - at first being buddy-like, -- & then I began to apply extremely slow, deep massaging pressure to his fingers & the heel of his hand. 

"Bro...that feels so good...", he whispered in a half sigh. I tenderized his strong paw with my kneading & gradually began to move up his arm - starting at his wrist.  Soft groans, sighs & moans punctuated the night under the tarp as I worked my way up Shane's relaxing body.  Meanwhile the sound of large snowflakes could be heard hitting the poly-tarp suspended over us as a series of regional squalls dumped their moisture.  The truck's speed gradually dropped some more as Derick took extra care not to become another off-road statistic.

As I got to Shane's back - I brought in my other hand - around him & as I slowly worked him over, I gradually inched him over on top of me - pec to pec.  Evening us out - I positioned myself so that he slid his legs between mine - together at the knees - touching the padded truck bed between the slight opening made by my spread knees.  I brought my feet in from the sides next to his.  My feet were always warm it seemed - but his felt a little cold.  He wiggled his toes some & cuddled them into the warmth of mine as I continued to move the massage of his back southward.  By now, my heart was in the aerobic zone.  I wondered if he could feel my erection & as I considered it - I felt a hard brief throb beside it.  It was simultaneously accompanied by a soft groan from Shane and I could feel his toes curl inward some as I held his feet between mine.  My heart went above my aerobic zone & I glanced at the side of Shane's neck & saw the strong fast pulse in his jugular as it moved the skin over it.  I had thought I could feel his chest pounding on mine -- but my heartbeat felt so strong to me - I wasn't sure.

I continued to slowly massage his back until my hands were at his waistband.  Lifting it, I slid my slow firm massage down onto his powerful globes.  Another hard throb emanated from his crotch again with it's accompanying groan & toe spasms.  He swallowed hard.  My dick was rock-hard - but still unanimated.  However - it was getting to that point where it wanted to talk back. Shane softly moaned a low-pitched throaty "Aaawwwwww" & then whispered, "Bro - your rubb'n on me feels so good it's making me hard..."<inhale>"If you keep it up, I'm gonna lose control..."

"Everything's cool...", I whispered in a reassuring tone. "Relax into it & enjoy the ride, Bro...".  I slowly continued to knead the muscles on his lower back & glutes - sliding my fingers under his briefs to maintain contact with his skin. The entire experience was like a dream -- camping in a frozen wild with the most awesome guy alive. 

Shane lifted his hips slightly & whispered, "Push them down some - out of the way..." - speaking about his briefs.  I lifted my hands at an angle causing his underwear to slide down past his buttocks & then I slid my hands around to the front of them - pulling them away from his straining erection & then back down as he arched his back more - letting me slide them nearly to his knees.  Being flexible, I bent my right leg in at a hard angle & noosed his briefs around my big toe & used my foot to guide them down over his legs as he lifted up to allow their removal.  I was leaking precum like a faucet into mine, so after taking just a moment to feel the hard, handsome erection Shane was sporting, I lifted my butt some & hooked the back of my briefs with my thumb & slid them down - with some careful maneuvering between the two of us. Soon they were off. Shane planted a gentle friendly kiss just below my bottom lip.

There was so much heat under the blanket that I had to push it back some with my left hand.  Shane sighed in agreement as the excess warmth bled out of the spaces between us   His hard cock was up against my shaft & his big balls hung low on top of mine.  His sensitive man rod gave another passionate twitch & mine answered back with a slow throb - quite beyond my control. 

Shane softly groaned at the feeling & brought his arms in to my sides as I slowly caressed his bare muscular back, neck & buttocks. Our increased breathing was causing a white layer of frost to form on the inner side of the poly & the warm air was actually driving the temperature up under the tarp taking the edge off the cold.  As I basked in the feel of his heft & hard body on top of me - the hard throbs from his pleasure rod continued to increase in frequency as his whole body was caught up helplessly in the feelings. 

All too soon, his groans became a little more frantic & his eyes closed tightly as his hard muscular body stiffened - arching his back - opening a shallow cavity from our necks to navals.  With a final groan crushed into a throaty sigh - a hard throb from his overwhelmed penis delivered a hot payload of Shane-sauce up onto my sternum between my pecs.  A second later, another hot shot hit just below the previous.

The feeling of the guy having his nutt so intensely drove me into mine - the first voluminous shot hitting his upper abs & immediately succumbing to the effects of gravity. His 3rd shot hit my upper abs too; - And my second joined his in a pool of a jazillion amorous, - mating sperm. 

The veins & arteries bulged his neck - making his face darker in the dim light & throwing off heat like a flare.  His clenched teeth & flailing nostrils continued to let out a single lungful of groan in a slowly subdued vocalization.  His frantic penis continued to throb hard & coat my abs with several days of Shane's pent-up sex - each volley with less volume than the previous - but even after I began to resolve, Shane was still in orgasm & still letting go of the same groan.  Soon his groan ran out of breath and his stiff arch began to relax - but his penis was still continuing to shoot - with less frequency.  His tense face was darkened with subcutaneous blood in his clenched-tooth expression & his neck still was sporting the bulges of expanded arteries.  Cuddling him toward me some revealed muscles that were still tight as his pelvis twitched forward some during each of the dry heaves his penis had been reduced to.  And then his body began to relax- twitching randomly all over as his form sank onto me & then I heard him take a deep inhale. 

Over the next 15 or 20 seconds, I gently held his arms & legs steady as they hopped & twitched.  His breathing was good - but I'd never seen an orgasm so intense that the guy passed out before.  I waited about a minute to see if it would turn into natural sleep.  He groggily came-to, disoriented at first but as I cuddled him & let him know everything was fine - he relaxed into me - catching up on recent memories I assume. 

"Was I out for long?", Shane finally whispered.

"About 8 inches from what I could tell...", I grinned.

"Funny..", he answered with a smile in his voice.

"Where did you learn how to do that?", I asked

"Learn? To do that?", he began. "I wish I could unlearn it - sometimes!", he continued in a frustrated whisper.

"Bro ... that's got to be an intensely pleasurable feeling to have your nutt for that long.", I began. "To pump one out over - what -a minute!? Bro - some guys would kill for the pill ... if you get my drift.".  I reached over to the side & grabbed a sweat sock. Unrolling it - I signaled Shane to push-up & then slid it between us as a spunk sponge.

"Something about the men on my Dad's side of the family...", he began. "We make so much jizz that our entire bod gets caught up in helping get rid of it during sex.  All the major muscle groups tighten pushing blood into my abdominal cavity & head - causing the pressure in my genitals to reload my prostate numerous times.  My last girlfriend really freaked out when the condom burst & there I was passed out on top of her still plugging her mosh-hole.  I came-to with cuts on my shoulders & head where she'd been freaking out & hitting me with her rings.  She was yelling stuff like not wanting to get pregnant & what an assh0le I was for doing 'that'"."

"So ... you're into chicks too?", I asked - slightly anxious as to the nature of the answer.

"Kind of...", he began. "Actually - I hooked up with her because I thought her brother was a stud & she might get me closer to him.  That all ended when she told everyone that 'I had tried to get her pregnant'...sheesh!"

"So - you like guys the same, more, less?", I pried.

"Depends on the guy.  Don't feel a thing for most. I can't stand butt-sluts or flame's either.  Then there are guys like you.", Shane smiled as he gave me a tighter hug."

"What do you mean?", - I asked - now curious as to what he saw.

"You're a masculine guy with a great face, bod & personality. I wouldn't have pegged you for a guy's - guy except that your pupils dilate big-time whenever you see something you like.  The first night at the camp - when I took my shirt off -- you're eyes lost their color fast as the dark spots drank in the view.  I knew about the effect - but you broadcast it. Damn sexy too -- I almost jumped you right there."

"Sexy & brains too...", I commented - giving Shane a harder hug.  "So - you been with many guys?", I asked.

"Nope.  Too many butt phuck'rz out there. Not interested & that really eliminates the hunting.  I'm not into it & I don't want to be with a guy who compromises.  When I was younger, I hooked up with a guy from shop class. He was a great guy - but way too jumpy about the whole 'being gay' subject.  He was always beating himself up right after he'd cum.  I think it was because he said his dad was a Deacon in their religion.", Shane answered. "One day he stopped coming to school.  I never found out what happened. His family is still around but I never got a call after he vanished."

"How'd you know about me - not being into the butt thing?", I wondered out loud.

"On the way up - we got talking about people & when the subject of 'certain gay guys' came up you made some comment about butt-phuckr'z with a look of disgust on your face.  I didn't know if your were cold on the act itself or men into men as a general taboo.  Once I got to know you at the camp - I had a feeling that you were the kind of guy I wanted to hook up with.  Actually - I think I knew the first day."

I grinned. "Yeah ... I usually take the opportunity to make the arse-phuck'r broadcast early on so that guys will know I'm totally not into that sh1t." I continued, "I get hit on a lot by phags.  I'm completely disgusted by some guy who wants to nibble my ears & then turn me around to play in my arse.  You never know about a guy -- but my experience has been that if the guy wears the "gay label" that he's into butt-plugging.  Not interested..."

Shane gave me another squeeze. "Hey, I just got a new place. It's 2 bedrooms & I'm looking for a roommate. Interested?"

"Really? No kidding?", I asked - not believing how good things were going despite the bad weather.

"Yeah.  I've been wanting the 'right' roomie.  After spending 3 days with you...I know you're the dude ... dude!", He replied.

"Consider us a set then, - Bro!", I spoke in an excited tone as I considered the arrangement.

"How much longer do we have until we're back?", he asked changing the subject.

"At the speed we're driving, - I suspect about 8 hours unless this weather breaks.", I replied. "Why?"

"Just wondering how long we can enjoy this.", he began. "I really like being with you like this - & just curious about how much longer I can expect the ride to last."

"Hey, I'll slash the tires if you want...", I grinned.  Shane laughed as I motioned for him to lift up again.  Using the sweat sock as a cloth, I wiped our abs clear & moved the sock far off to the side - near a wheel well.  Shane settled back down onto me.

"Sorry about the mess...', he began to say.

"Don't be sorry about the way you're made, bro.", I reassured him. "Besides - it's way damn sexy...".  I began to lightly scratch his neck & lower back with both my hands.  He groaned some in appreciation & lowered his head beside mine.  Soon, he was asleep - occasionally making little noises & twitching.  'What a priceless thing I held in my arms...' - I thought to myself.

The rocking of the truck with the sound of snow hitting the tarp overhead were 2 of the most romantic sensations I'd ever had - considering where I was & who I was cuddled up with.  I was thankful for tight spaces - at least here. I closed my eyes.