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Authors name: Secret Lover
Story title : Caving Sex: My First Time
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Caving Sex: My First Time (MM cons oral 1st real)
By Secret Lover (secretlover@xoommail.com)
I'm married now with 2 little kids, but there was a
time when I thought I'd never be married. In fact,
just having a girlfriend beyond the one-date-every-6-
months variety was almost beyond my experience. I was
lonely and horny as hell, but I kept myself busy,
mainly with hobbies and so-called adventure sports.
The one "sport" I engaged in was caving, or spelunking,
as non-cavers call it. I liked caving very much. Being
lonely and somewhat unsure of myself socially, caving
was almost a godsend. Cavers pretty much accepted all
comers, being made up of a colorful, earthy and some-
what profane bunch of social rejects anyway.
I belonged to several caving clubs so that I could
maximize my participation in all the various caving
trips that were going out every weekend. My main club
was the Baltimore Grotto (Grottos are local chapters
of the National Speleological Society), but I also
belonged to the D.C. Grotto (as in Washington, D.C.),
and the Potomac Speleological Club (Northern Virginia).
It was at my first PSC meeting that I met Jason (not
his real name).
Jason approached me when the meeting ended, saying that
he had some projects he and his friends were working
on. Would I like to come along and help out? Well, I
was flattered to be let in on someone's caving project,
knowing that such projects were difficult to get in on
usually. You had to be at the right place at the right
time and know the right people. I said sure, and we
exchanged phone numbers.
Jason was a tall, dark-complected guy, and quite
athletic. He had a disc jockey's voice and the "Hi,
how ya doin'" manner of a salesman. I personally liked
him because of his friendly, outgoing nature.
Still, there was something odd about him. Something I
couldn't quite put my finger on. He gave off an almost
feral aura, like there was something wild just beneath
the surface. He seemed, well, dangerous a little bit.
But again, on the outside he was good-looking and
gregarious.
Heh. Little did I know that I was having those "feel-
ings" that parents tell kids to look out for when
encountering strange adults. "Funny tummy feelings,"
they call them. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
One of Jason's projects was the exploration of a high
lead in, a cave in Southwest Virginia called Buddy
Penley's. A beautiful, clean vertical cave, Buddy's
is situated in a lovely meadow valley (called a
"holler"). The truly outstanding feature of this cave
is its 90' free-hanging drop a couple of thousand feet
inside.
Jason and I met at his house in Fairfax, VA. He rented
a house with a bunch of other guys, reminiscent of a
frat house.
We drove down I-81 to Virginia Tech and met the other
guys we were going caving with.
We met the one guy for dinner at his house. Turns out
it was his parents' house and his dad worked at the
university. It was the oddest dinner. Everyone was
kinda quiet and the guy's mom and dad kept looking at
me like I was going to explode.
I found out later that this was actually one of Jason's
ex-boyfriends. I guess the parents somehow knew about
Jason and thought I was his new squeeze!
We went over to Jason's girlfriend's apartment (yes,
he had a girlfriend. He referred to himself as "one
fuckin' horny motherfucker"), partied there, got
wasted an passed out. Got up next morning, hurting
and sick to continue to the cave itself.
Ah yes. The cave. The reason we went on the trip.
So, we go caving, explore the lead and head on out.
In the cramped passage at the top of the 90' drop I
described earlier Jason and I were waiting for the
others to finish ascending the rope, prior to exiting.
Granted, it was cramped there. He casually asks if he
can lean against me. Yeah, sure whatever.
So he leans back against me. And starts to kinda
cuddle. I was starting to get the message. There was
more to his intentions than good cave trips.
Next day, he was following me all over, wanting to
show me various other cave entrances. And it seemed
damn strange now. It was really starting to dawn on
me now that he was trying to get me alone. Poor guy.
He must've had one raging hard-on for days.
Well, it wasn't to be. The trip wrapped up and we
parted ways. For a few weeks, anyway.
***
Every year on Labor Day weekend down in West Virginia,
there's a gathering of mostly East Coast cavers called
Old Timers' Reunion. It's basically a multi-day campout
filled with cave-oriented sports, naked hot tubs and
saunas and other debauchery.
Well, it's the caving social event of the year! So I
go, of course. And surprise! Jason's there! Heh.
So my poor little love-sick puppy starts following me
around again. Now, stop and picture this. Skinny
little Italian guy (me) being followed around by a
6'1" jock guy. OK?
Did I mention his girlfriend Anna was there? Mmmmm,
Anna. One cute little half-Asian sweetie.
***
Fast-forward to after dark. Everyone's finished din-
ner, but the party hasn't really started up yet. I'm
out wandering around when who should I bump into but
good ole Jason.
Well I think Jason had had enough of waiting. He had
to have me and he was going to get his way. He must've
known somehow that I'd "cave in" (Heh, heh) that night.
So we start walking around together along the various
wooded trails near the camp ground.
He finally said to me what I knew already. That he was
attracted to me and really wanted to be my first time.
He further told me that he and Anna were soon to be
engaged, but that he wanted a boyfriend to soothe the
"yearning" he got so frequently.
I remember saying "no, no, no, I don't think so" over
and over again. And he'd say, "C'mon, man, it'd be
great. It'd feel soooooooo good."
Finally I said yes.
It was a cool, dewy September night and black as only
a night can be in the mountains.
Jason and I clambered over a barbed wire fence into an
overgrown pasture and made our way a safe distance from
the road.
Jason and I sat down on the ground and he asked me what
I wanted to do. It was one awkward question. I didn't
want to be making decisions like this! Finally he said,
"Well, I can suck it." And I said that that sounded
fine with me.
I slid my jeans and underwear off. The cold, damp air
felt so incredible on my bare skin. And man, was I
hard. Rock hard. I was so aroused I almost couldn't
catch my breath and my knees were shaking. The end of
my cock was purple and shiny in the dusky light -- and
we hadn't even done anything yet!
I lay back on the ground, uncaring of the cold dew on
the grass. Positioning himself in a 69 with me, he
took my cock in his warm hands and slowly took it into
his wet mouth.
Ever so slowly his head lifted and descended along my
shaft. As he'd slide up, little slurping sounds would
come from his mouth. Now, let me tell you that this
felt damn fine.
Obviously, Jason knew what he was doing in the oral
stimulation department. This wasn't some quick, fur-
tive blowjob in the back of a car by some inexperienced
teenage girl. This was simply exquisite.
After enjoying this for a while, Jason said he was very
hard too. Would I like to feel it? I said sure and
put a hand on his bulging sweatpants covered crotch as
he went down on me again. I rubbed up and down on it
for a bit, and I guess it was just too much for him. He
reached down and slid his sweats down, revealing his
hard-on.
I had never seen another guy's hard-on before, besides
my own. Being a big guy, I had figured Jason would be
really large down there. But he really wasn't any
bigger than me. I reached out and touched his erect
member, running a finger along its length.
Then I took matters "in hand" as if it were my own and
started stroking it.
This was turning out to be very nice. Jason paused in
his sucking action briefly choked out, "Can you suck
it?" His voice was unexpectedly raspy and dry sound-
ing. I realized it was from his level of arousal. He
was so hot he could hardly speak. So, I drew his loins
closer to my face and took his penis into my mouth too.
I didn't know what to expect. But the feeling of his
hard-on filling my mouth was strange but good and his
smell and taste were very clean and pleasant. I drew
my teeth back and started sucking like a pro, copying
what he was doing, sliding my tongue around the top of
it. Suddenly I realized that I wanted to feel him cum
in my mouth and worked that thang while Jason worked
on me.
All this outrageous stimulation was getting to be too
much for me. I started getting that tingly feeling all
over my body, from my toes to my finger tips. I was
going to blow it any time now. I started moaning and
squirming around and Jason must've sensed that the end
was near. He let go of my penis with his hands and,
keeping my throbbing member in his mouth, he slid those
hands around my pelvis under my butt. With a warm hand
gently caressing each butt cheek he started sucking
much harder and faster. Every moan that escaped my
lips drew a moan from Jason as well. The sounds he was
making were almost like a pathetic mewling, as if he
were crying or in pain. But I knew what it was. He
was in a nearly ecstatic state, a frenzy of horniness
overwhelming him.
It was time. My cock was tingling so intensely from
the stimulation that I tried instinctively to pull
away. One might have the same kind of reaction to
being held down and tickled mercilessly. Well, Jason
wasn't having any of that! He held tightly to my butt
with those strong, warm hands and kept up the wild
sucking, accompanied by lurid slurping sounds. He was
mewling continuously now and I was beyond moaning, with
my head tipped back, gasping at the cold air.
When I finally came, it felt like a volcano had erupted.
Jason kept sucking like a champ as I came and came and
came into his now hot and slick mouth. I didn't remem-
ber making any sounds during this explosive orgasm, but
Jason said that I was just about screaming for a couple
of minutes straight as he sucked every drop from me.
We lay there under the moonlight in the dewy night for
a while, listening to the night sounds. I wanted to do
Jason now (I had released Jason's penis from my atten-
tions when things got tingly for me), but he said that
while he'd love to let me, he wanted to "save it" for
his girlfriend! Well! Actually, it was OK. I'd had
enough first experiences for one night anyway!
We pulled our rumpled, dewy clothes back on and headed
back to the party. My crotch continued to throb for
hours afterward.
I have scattered memories of the big party night. Like
being absolutely bombed and nekkid in the hot tub. And
looking over at the bonfire and seeing Jason nekkid
over there and yelling over to him, "Yo! Jason!"
I remember wandering around the dance floor in the
pavilion and bumping into Anna. Oh, she recognized me.
But instead of saying hi or smiling or anything, she
looked coldly into my eyes, and then did the flick up
and down like I was something dead the cat had brought
in. Hmmm. That got me thinking. I distinctly remember
saying to myself in my head, "She knows." Knows what,
you might ask. God knows what Jason (or someone else)
said to her. But she knew.
Aftermath
A year later, at the next OTR, I ran into Jason again.
He'd been pining for me this whole time, but I'd stop-
ped returning his phone calls and he'd pretty much
gotten the message, I suppose. Turns out his lovely
little Anna had dumped him.
He started pressuring me big-time to be his boyfriend.
He explained how scared he was about AIDS (this was
soon after the first public announcement by the CDC)
and that he wanted a full-time one-and-only friend.
Well, things had changed for me too. I'd brought a
girl along to this OTR and I'd had plenty of time to
figure out after my initial panic that I was basically
straight. I explained all this to him and I could tell
he was crushed. I felt terribly about it, but relieved
as well now that it was out in the open.
I never saw Jason again after that, and I never did it
with another guy. Down the years, though, I still get
a yearning for that wild time we'd had; and even to
this day, my masturbatory fantasies will occasionally
feature that young, virile guy with the dark hair and
that tan, rampant cock of his.
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