His name was Mike Branson and he was a freshman from Boise University and man that place has a reputation for being really conservative. Butter wouldn't melt in those guys' mouths let alone anything else. My eyes met him on a beach in Oregon and from there on in I couldn't keep them off of him. I suppose you'd take one look at him and then dismiss him as your usual blond muscular freshman working out the summer as a beach guard but for me he was something special. We got into conversation - or rather we exchanged a few words -- and I told him I was a pretty poor swimmer and asked if he'd keep an eye on me. He said if I came by early in the morning he'd give me a few swimming lessons. Easy as that.

I've had many erotic nights in my life but never so many erotic mornings. Part of teaching me to swim entailed supporting my body under the water and getting me to float. It also entailed me clinging to him rather more than necessary or grasping for his chest or thighs as I struggled in the water. Having him support my butt with one hand and the back of my neck with the other was my idea of heaven. He was a good teacher and I learned fast. I wanted him to be proud of me. After ten days I was swimming like a fish and ready to enrol as a beach guard myself just to be near him. I couldn't figure out how I was going to get him into my life now the excuse of the swimming lessons was over and I only had two days holiday left.

I thanked him for the lessons and invited him for a nightcap in the hotel bar. To my surprise he accepted and we ended up drinking too much tequila. We went for a walk on the beach to clear our heads. It was a beautiful moonlit night and we lay on our backs and gazed at the stars. We must have dozed off because when I woke up the waves were making erotic sounds as they gently licked the shore. I looked at him lying peacefully beside me. Then I gazed romantically at the water glistening in the moonlight and wondered what it would be like licking his glistening cock. The horny thought, the tequila and my dick suddenly went to my head. I bent down and attempted to kiss him. Maybe he thought I was his girl-friend at first because just for a moment his moist mouth met mine and I felt the tingle of his tongue. Then he realized where he was. He struggled in my arms and tried to get up. His shorts slipped down as he twisted out of my grasp. The tops of his ass cheeks were as pale as the surf coming from the breakers behind us. Waves of lust swept over me and I caught hold of his legs making him lose balance.

"Let go of me you fucking faggot," he cried.

Undeterred I pinned him underneath me. I put my hand over his mouth and pressed my groin into his. He lay still for a moment and I felt a new hardness between us. The guy was getting a boner. Somehow I got his boxers down with my teeth and his dick flew out like a rubber dildo and almost hit me in the face. There was no doubt about it. He was fully aroused. Of course he put up a struggle and nearly tore my hair out by the roots with his cries and protests of "stop it man, I'm straight" but that didn't stop his dick going straight into my mouth. I wasted no time on formalities and wrapped my lips round it. This calmed him down a bit because the more he struggled the further his dick went down my throat. When I finally came up for air I told him to relax and enjoy.

"Don't worry," I said. "I promise I won't tell your girl-friend. I won't tell anyone."

Somewhat soothed by this and by the sweet sensations my mouth was giving him he let himself go to the magic of the moment and ran his fingers through my hair as I gave him the best blow I've given anyone in a long time. He spat horny obscenities at me as I slobbered and slathered over his gorgeous dick and did my level best to make sure he'd be coming back for more. He moistened my mouth with his pre-cum and I lip-synched him to paradise. Soon I felt his body shudder and lurch and my efforts were rewarded by a full mouth of hot creamy cum. He didn't say anything but got up and dived straight into the water. I wondered for a moment whether I should beat a quick retreat before he could beat me to a pulp for stealing his cherry. I had no idea how he was going to react.

"That was great," he said when he finally came out of the water, "but don't get any fancy ideas. You got me when my defences were down. I never could take strong drink."

He shivered.

"Do you want to come back to my room and dry off?" I said.

He didn't answer but, after a moment's hesitation, followed me back to the hotel like a stray dog following its new master.

"Can I take a hot shower?"

"Help yourself." I said.

"Do you want to join me?"

"Why not." I said.

I knew I had sexually aroused him with my great blow job or at least made him curious to find out what guys did with guys and I was as curious as he was to find out how far he was prepared to go. One minute he'd been telling me to keep my distance and "not get any ideas" and the next he was following me, like a lamb to the slaughter, to my hotel room and inviting me to have a shower with him. To my surprise - and disappointment - he got under the shower in his shorts and singlet. I felt doubly naked standing as nature intended in front of him. Still I had a lot of sand to get out of my hair, and those other little crevices that it seems to get to, so I got down to the job at hand so to speak. My dick was growing to giant proportions as I was so conscious of his proximity, clothed or not. I've always thought that there are two intimate moments in life that can't be beaten. One is when you slip between the sheets with someone and the other is sharing a shower.

Once again he surprised me. "Let me hold the shower head while you massage the soap in," he said. "I'll rinse you off." I must say it was great feeling all that hot water streaming down my body and knowing who was doing it. I hadn't been washed like that since the days of bath night with my mom. But this time the sensation was completely different. There was something definitely erotic about it as I massaged between my butt cheeks and let him wash away the sand or when I lathered my dick and balls and then lifted my leg to facilitate his task. Obviously he felt it too for he surprised me again by saying, "Let's switch. You do the rinsing and I'll do the massaging."

"There's nothing much left to wash." I said rather lamely.

"Let's start with your head and behind your ears," he said like a solicitous parent and proceeded to give me the head massage to beat all head massages. As I made all the appropriate appreciative noises he moved in closer. "This is how I make a living in the winter," he said.

If winter's here can spring be far behind I thought to myself as I felt his dick growing hard in the cleft of my butt. I bent forward to replace the shower head on its stand. By now I'd given up all pretence of rinsing myself off, he was stirring me up so. He moved in even closer and massaged my pecs inching his way down to my dick which was halfway there to meet him. In the meantime I'd reached out behind me and dragged his shorts down. I had a bit of a job getting them over his boner but I managed. Then a little more 'inching' went on as he insinuated his way into my butt. What had previously been a passive prisoner in my mouth now took active possession of my butt.

The combination of the heat of the water, the heat of his body and the heat of his dick had me on cloud nine. Literally. In fact I began to 'vaporize.' That's the only word for it. I let myself melt into the moment and into his body and we came as one flesh. It had never happened to me before and I was awestruck. I knew he was too. Words failed us both afterwards but we had communicated - got to know each other - in a way words never quite manage.

We fell asleep side by side as we had on the beach but this time I met with no resistance when I kissed him. A loving tenderness had developed between us and also a kind of sadness. I had to leave the next day. We knew it was no good talking about the future. Our lives were destined to go in different directions. So we availed ourselves of the present and made love all day. He left me late in the afternoon 'to get a good night's sleep.' Of course we exchanged addresses and phone numbers but neither of us was sure the other would use them. Naturally I didn't get a good night's sleep but tossed and turned and longed for his dick. I had to put extra blankets on the bed as the weather had taken a change for the worse and the thermometer had gone down a few notches. So had my dick.

He'd said we'd better make a clean break and that he wouldn't be coming back that night but I left the door ajar just in case he did. He didn't. It was long after three before I finally dropped off, sick for the want of him and tired of waiting. A sound woke me. Sounds are high on my list of erotica. Especially those that emerge from pitch darkness as your lover prepares to enter your bed. I knew he was there but at the same time I thought I was dreaming. I lay in horny anticipation but feigned sleep. Then I heard another sound and the smell of leather invaded my nostrils. Lovers come and lovers go but I'll never forget the creak of his leather jacket as he took it off and let it fall to the ground. Then there was the jazzy jingle as he loosened his belt. The sudden snap as he opened his jeans. The slow metallic sound of his zipper sliding down. The soft slither of his boxers as he wormed his way out of them. And the wanton sigh that greeted his cold hard nakedness as he slipped between the sheets to envelop my grateful, throbbing body.

Then all hell broke loose and tenderness flew out the window to be trampled on by the rain. We were both so all fired angry and frustrated at being parted after we'd only just met that aggressiveness took over. We tore and lashed at each other like a pair of caged tigers. Nails and cocks bared. To cut a long story short before the sun came over the horizon we had both come over and in each other. Several times. I must have torn his ass to shreds in my passionate desire to let him know how I felt about him and he retaliated by fucking me so hard that at one point I thought his dick was going to touch my tonsils. Our mouths were raw and bleeding too. No mystic meltings this time but tooth for tooth and flesh for flesh.

Needless to say I did not leave that day. I was in no condition to. In fact I'm still in Oregon in a little place called Yachats. I've rented a cottage here. We should really be talking things over and trying to come up with a solution but neither of us is much of a conversationalist. You see we're not very good with words. Just extended body language.