From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jungle Encounter
Date: 9 Jul 1996 02:26:51 GMT

			   Jungle Encounter
				  by
			    Fred T. Walker

	"I guess this is kind of awkward for both of us," I said.
"Doesn't have to be," he responded. "I'm an easygoing guy. I don't
suspect you'll find me difficult to get along with."

	I resumed my unpacking and tried not to be obvious in my deep
interest in man who was to be my roommate for the next eight days.
Maybe tent-mate was a better term. We had been thrown together on an
Amazon River expedition because of some last minute confusion on the
part of the travel agency. The packaged tour promised private
accommodations but plainly failed to deliver. Instead of sleeping in a
tent of my own I would be bunking with a total stranger whose cot was
scarcely two feet away from mine.

	And what a stranger!

	His name was Rod Slavinski and he was a gay man's fantasy come
to life. At least this gay man's fantasy. He embodies everything I
prefer physically in one neat, rightly packed twenty-eight year old
package. A bit over six feet in height, maybe 175 very well-
distributed pounds over a lean frame. Naturally musculature quite the
opposite from the over-developed apes you see at the gym. A handsome
face, nothing like movie star looks but compelling in its own right. A
pair of the most piercing blue eyes I'd ever seen plus a shock of
sandy brown hair that fell carelessly over his forehead and always
seemed to be a little tousled.

	Then there was the dazzling smile and the row of white teeth
that showed in his frequent smiles. Those smiles, incidentally, were
made to be even more dazzling because of his deeply tanned face. I
image this sounds like I'm gushing and I suppose I am. It's just not
ever day you meet a man like this. At least not if you're like me and
live in a tiny jerkwater town in Iowa. About the closest I ever got to
this sort of demigod was in the pages of Honcho magazine.

	"What prompted you to make this trip?" he asked.

	"I'm a high school science teacher in Iowa. I thought it would
be sort of a research thing, you know. How about you?"

	"A ski instructor in Colorado." The irresistible smile and, "I
don't expect to do much professional researching. Not much snow in the
jungle."

	I got a little weak in the knees when he changed clothes and I
saw him standing in his bikini briefs. I always thought bikinis
belonged on the beach and not under your clothing. But this man's body
did them justice. More than justice. Except maybe that what he put
inside them was straining them to the limit.

	When I caught sight of that very healthy pouch of 100% prime
male meat I had to plop my ass down on the cot. There was a stirring
inside my khaki walking shorts, and I force myself to look away. Maybe
it was a good thing that he didn't stay like that very long. My
tantalizing view quickly vanished as he tugged on a pair of shorts
almost exactly like mine. That was followed by socks and boots and a
white tank top that really emphasized his modestly developed pectoral
muscles and tiny nipples plainly outlined underneath the thin cotton
material.

	He hastily ran a brush through his hair which did little to
neaten things. Damn! Was my dick ever going to stop growing?!

	"How about a walk before chow? The guide said it's safe as
long as we stay on the marked trails and don't get very far from the
river."

	"Sure. Sounds great."

	Fortunately, the majesty of the noisy jungle distracted me,
and my erection went away. I followed Rod down a twisting path,
keeping my eyes on his plump buttocks hugged by the khaki shorts.
Overhead, monkeys screeched and leaped from tree to tree and we
spotted an occasional brightly-colored Macaw. Rod stopped at a spot
overlooking the Amazon and we sat for a few minutes as the river
picked up the last rays of the late afternoon sun.

	"A little awe-inspiring, isn't it? Almost a religious sort of
experience."

	That was hardly the sort of observation I would have expected
from a ski instructor. "Yes, it is."

	Rod was sitting so close to me that I could smell his slightly
sweaty body, a scent that was mixed with something reminiscent of
limes. He had an amazing amount of body heat, and that was something
else I could enjoy. The combination made for a pure, unadulterated sex
odor. It seemed perfect for our primitive surroundings, and you can be
sure I started getting another hard- on. But before I had a chance to
venture making a fool of myself, Rod stood and suggest we get back to
camp. He looked at his watch.

	"I told the tour guide we'd be back before dark, and I think
we'll have just about enough time if we leave now."

	I followed obediently. Probably even meekly. But I didn't
care. This guy could've told me to jump into a pool full of piranhas
and I would've. Okay. That's an exaggeration. But I was willing to
follow him most anywhere. He was what I thought was awe- inspiring.

	We retired shortly after our get-acquainted dinner. I had
wanted to take advantage of the outdoor shower before bedtime, but we
were instructed to grease up with insect repellent which was supposed
to work for those bugs who managed to get inside our mosquito nets.

	That was when things started to happen.

	"How about helping me out with this stud?" Rod asked. He had
stripped down to his briefs again and was holding out a tube of the
insect repellent. "On my back. I'll return the favor."

	"Uh, sure."

	My hand was shaking as I poured the oil on it and touched it
to his back. As I mentioned before, he had a lot of body heat, and the
oil almost seemed to melt as I rubbed it into his smooth skin. I
looked low on his back, to the band of his briefs where I saw a
scattering of light brown hairs leading into the cleft of those
delicious buttocks. It was all I could do to keep from shoving my
greasy fingers inside those underpants and give his butt a good
squeeze. Something told me to keep to stay cool.

	"That's fine. Thanks." He turned around and took the tube from
me, squeezing a fair amount in his palm. I couldn't help looking
because it appeared that that tantalizing lump in briefs had grown.
Considerably. Maybe, I decided, hopefully he wouldn't be as resistant
to a little fun after all. But how to find out?

	"Turn around."

	I obeyed and shivered when I felt his hand on my skin. His
touch was sure and strong and felt good even though the smell of the
repellent was far from pleasant. I was sorry he did his job so quickly
and efficiently because I didn't want him to take his hand away.

	"Thanks."

	"Tell me something," he said.

	Anything, I thought. "What?" I asked.

	"How come you're shaking? Your hands were trembling when you
were rubbing my back, and you were shivering when I touched you." The
smile. "I don't mean to flatter myself, but I've been told I have a
very smooth touch."

	"Oh, you do, Rod. I don't know. Maybe I'm just excited about
spending my first night in the jungle."

	"I see."

	Of course, the truth was I was about to fall apart with the
notion of having this heavenly hunk so close by all thorough the
night. And that's what had me so nervous and was what was making my
aching cock harden again. I know that this is beginning to sound like
some sort of interminable hero worship, but I can't help it. If you'd
been in my position, you'd know what I mean. And you'd also be on the
horns of a very provocative dilemma.

	I was just beginning to calm down a little and climb into bed
(or should I say "climb into cot"?) for some much-needed sleep when
Mr. Slavinski did something that didn't help. He pulled down his
briefs and indulged in a long, luxurious stretch before bedding down
for the long night ahead. Damn, if I didn't see exactly what I had
hoped would be hanging between his lightly fleeced legs. It was the
most perfectly proportioned penis I'd ever seen with a perfectly
proportioned set of balls swinging underneath.

	Rod's rod (as it were) was even unscathed by the surgeon's
knife and had a pale brownish head that peeked out from the protective
foreskin. It wasn't one of those Godzilla-sized weenies either. A
healthy six plus inches of average thickness surmounted by a vee of
pubic hair that trailed down from the other vee on the man's chest and
nipples.

	That was all I needed. My prick sprang to full attention
inside my jockey shorts. I didn't have any damned choice.

	"You don't mind if I sleep in the raw, do you?"

	Do little boys like trips to the candy store? "Not at all."

	He stretched again. "Want to join me?"

	Was I hearing things? Had there been a mild hallucinogenic in
the monkey meat I'd choked down for dinner? Was I still in Iowa about
to have a wet dream?

	"I think you know," he answered in a low whisper. To make his
point, he reach out and groped my hard-on through my jockey shorts.

	"Ohmigod!"

	"Relax, buddy. I'm not going to force you to do anything that
goes against your nature."

	"Rod, I... "

	"It was rough on me my first time too. But I promise I'll be
gentle."

	I was literally speechless.

	"Just relax," he said again. Looks like I'm getting some kind
of response here. Don't you think?"

	Silence. Complete, deadly stony silence. My only response was
to get even harder erection. Especially when he reached inside the
waistband of my shorts and massaged the tip of my sensitive, very
swollen penis.

	"Feels good, doesn't it?" He probed further and grabbed the
full length of my meat. This time I managed a sigh. "I thought you'd
like this. Here. Put your hand on me."

	I went light-headed as I barely touched his velvety dick, now
about half erect and growing fast. He put his hand on mine and made me
squeeze his cock. I was rewarded with a moan of joy.

	"Ah, yes. Now my balls. Pull on my balls, buddy. That's it.
That's good. You're a fast learner all right."

	I stood fondling his magnificent genitals as he pulled my
briefs down and threw them aside. He drew away from me just as I was
skinning back his prepuce and dropped to his knees. His hot wet mouth
quickly closed over my hard-on and he sucked it almost voraciously. It
was a loud sound that seemed louder because the jungle had suddenly
gone to sleep with no more screeching monkeys and squawking Macaws.
His lips made loud slurping noises as he deep-throated me and fondled
my shrinking balls. I finally found my tongue and I knew exactly where
I wanted to put it.

	"Lie back on your cot, Rod."

	This time it was he who obeyed. "Okay."

	"That's good." He stretched out on his back, his full erection
reaching for the top of the tent. My lips quickly wrapped around it as
I drew it into the back of my mouth. My sucking wasn't as noisy as
his, maybe because I've had more experience. Or maybe not.

	"Feels great, buddy," he whispered, now aware of the silence.
I continued happily, giving him the best blow job I could muster. He
seemed more than content. "It's funny. I never pegged you for a
cocksucker."

	I looked up just long enough to say, "Likewise." The stiff
price went right back down my throat.

	"Ever since I saw you I've been trying to figure out a way to
find out if you were into guys," I don't' believe this, I thought,
probing his sticky cock-slit with my tongue.

	"When we were sitting by the river this afternoon, I could
hardly keep from putting my hand on your knee. Or maybe someplace
higher." Now I really don't believe it, I decided. "Let's rearrange
things and put the cots together. There's no point in your mouth-
watering erection spending time in your hand when it could be down my
throat."

	I'm sure we set some sort of record rearranging the Spartan
decor of our small tent and assuming thirsty sixty-nine positions. We
sucked each other's cocks to the back of our throats while we fondled
hairy balls and diddled assholes. The fact was I was desperate to have
Rod's poker up my butt but before I could make any such suggestion he
beat me to the punch.

	"Have you ever fucked a guy?" he asked.

	I couldn't stand this charade one more second. "Rod, I've been
sucking and fucking with men since high school. Everything you said
about trying to figure me out goes double. I've been walking around
with half a lob since we were introduced." I had to laugh. "It's
uncanny. In fact I was just getting ready to ask for that wonder dick
up my ass."

	"We've got a whole eight days and nights to decide who does
what to whom," he grinned. "Maybe we should just finish what we're
doing now and get around to the anal stuff later."

	"Fair enough."

	Before either of us knew it, the monkeys were at it again and
dawn had settled over the Brazilian amazon. We snuggled happily
underneath our sheets and gossamer mosquito nets. The raucous jungle
creatures around us made a deafening din but we were pleasantly
oblivious. Lying there with my face next to my own personal Adonis and
my hand between his furry thighs (just as his hand was between mine).

	I had the most peaceful sleep I'd had in months. My asshole
hungrily anticipated what we had talked about, and my soft dick was
almost sore from exchanging cum loads all night with Rod's delicious
pecker.

	When I awoke I looked affectionately down at my tent-mate, I
wondered just how much of the Amazon jungle I was really going to see.
I was far more interested in exploring the beguiling body of Rod
Slavinski, and I intended to stay right at the meat of his physical
terrain. My cock jerked and tingled at the thought, and for some
reason Rod's poke twitched in response, even though he was asleep.

	I considered only for a second before waking him and telling
him I had a hole that was in desperate need of a tight stopper. He
agreed, only on the condition that I would return the favor real soon.
I have to admit it was a lot more exciting that rubbing mosquito
repellent on each other.

	So much for scientific research.