There is a place in southern Vermont called Rock River, just north of Brattleboro, not far from the Massachusetts border. Guys drive there from Boston, all over New England and northeastern New York.
They hike the one-mile trail on a mountainside high above the river and when nude males can be seen below swimming in the narrow waterway or sunbathing on the rocks, they have found a bit of paradise.
From the road it’s a strenuous hike through brush. After making their way down a steep slope, the guys wade across the river to a small beach, careful not to fall in the water because the rocks are slippery. Is it worth the time and trouble? That's for you to decide.
On this warm day in August, I see two handsome guys -- one in his 20s, one in his 40s -- splashing around in the freezing water.
Most of the guys at the river are naked, although Joe, the older of the two, wears a white Bike jockstrap while Jimmy dons red Speedos. They are enjoying the clear stream that is only 4 to 5 feet deep, even less in places.
Jimmy looks like a guy out of the ‘60s and the hippy generation. He has long dark hair that brushes his shoulders in a Prince Valiant cut. He’s handsome in an all-American-boy way with his clear skin, tightly cropped beard, blue eyes, fine nose, straight teeth, full lips. His body is lithe with just a sprinkling of chest hair that leads to a curly treasure trail.
Joe is shorter than Jimmy’s 6-2. He’s 5-10 with more rugged looks, muscular build, about 185 pounds, I’d guess. Joe has swirls of reddish body hair on his chest and stomach. The hair on top of his head is curly and reddish with some brown mixed in, and he has a thick beard that is more gray than his head or body hair.
His red treasure trail disappears into his jock, which has a promising bulge. The straps of his jock stretch around a generously hairy ass.
Suddenly, Joe whispers that he needs to hold off on their playing around. “Jimmy, I have to take a piss; give me a couple of minutes” he announces. Jimmy wonders why Joe has to announce this. Needing to pee is hardly a surprise as the guys have already consumed almost two sixpacks of beer. At Rock River, when guys need to piss, they just pull out their dicks and go, or if nude, let it fly in the water.
For some reason Jimmy is in a bitchy mood and it shows.
“So why are you announcing that? And you don't have to tell the whole beach. Jimmy points to the river, “Go on and piss. Whaddaya need an engraved invitation?"
Joe gives Jimmy a stare worthy of Bela Lugosi’s Dracula.
"Ya know, you don’t have to be such a wise-ass. I was alerting you that I needed a break. If you can't be civil, I may have to teach you a lesson right here in the water.”
Jimmy brushes him off with a "get out of here" wave of his hand. "What are you gonna teach me, how to take a piss? I figured that out when I was 3 hours old."
Joe is stung by Jimmy’s snarky language and not pleased. He rushes at him, wraps his arms around his upper body and puts him in a headlock, making his knees buckle. Joe is much stronger than his young boyfriend. Jimmy’s body sinks into the freezing water so that only his head is visible.
“So you don't think I have anything to teach you, smart-ass; we'll see about that. And the guys on the beach are going to watch it."
Jimmy suddenly regrets his comments. He’s not strong enough to handle Joe’s physicality and fears being embarrassed in front of the other swimmers. He knows he went too far and changes his tune.
"Sorry, Joe, I was being an asshole. It won’t happen again. Please let go of me.”
Joe holds him in the lock. "I told you I needed to piss because, before you interrupted me with your bitchy attitude, I wanted to share how good it feels after you’ve held it in for a long time. It almost like having an orgasm after you’ve been edged.”
Jimmy is freezing under the water and doesn't know what to say. But he’s not going to say anything that further angers Joe.
Suddenly, Joe, who has a short fuse in the best of times, gets more aggressive. “You want to know what feels even better, little man? Me making you to drink my piss after I've been holding it all day. That will be your punishment for being an asshole."
Jimmy is shocked. Joe has never mentioned watersports before. While they have experimented with BDSM, with Jimmy getting stripped, handcuffed and spanked, this goes beyond that. He needs to draw a line in the sand before Joe gets into one of his obsessive jags.
"You got your revenge,” Joe, letting me freeze in the water. “Would you please stop with the piss talk? It turns me off.”
Joe removes the headlock, turns Jimmy around so that he is facing him, and pushes Jimmy’s shoulders down to a kneeling position in the shallow river. Jimmy’s head is inches from Joe’s jockstrap.
"Have you ever tasted a guy's piss, Jimmy? I bet you’d like it.”
“Gross Cut it out, Joe; no, I wouldn’t like it.”
"But you love eating my cum. I can’t get you off my dick after I’ve shot.”
"That's a different animal, Joe. Taking your load completes the act of giving a blowjob. When I'm sucking your dick, I'm working to get your cum. It’s a reward I get for a job well done.”
"Think about it, Jimmy. My piss is also a load. It comes out of my dick the same as my semen. It feels similar in that you can feel it filling your mouth, only much faster. And you don’t have to do any work.”
"I haven't thought about it at all," Jimmy says, getting more annoyed. "And I'd rather not. It must taste bitter and it smells. I hate being in public men’s rooms for that reason.”
Joe knows his argument is bullshit — drinking piss is certainly not like taking cum — but curious where this might lead, he keeps pushing .
“You didn’t like the taste of my cum the first few times either. I remember you bitching that it tasted too strong.”
“It was too strong. I spit it out the first few times. It tasted awful.”
"But eventually you liked it and you swallowed.”
“Maybe the fifth time we did it. You held my head on
your dick and wouldn't let go. You ordered me to swallow
it or else.”
"And you did.”
“I didn't have much choice. You told me that if I spit it out, you’d kick my ass.”
"And you loved it?"
"Not exactly, but I didn't hate it either. It tasted starchy, slightly sour, although sometimes it's sweet. I think some of the vitamins you take are in the flavor as well.”
Joe barks at him: “I want you to repeat these words:
“I love when Joe shoots his cum in my mouth.”
Jimmy goes along, hoping it will lead to sucking off Joe..
“I love when Joe shoots his cum in my mouth”
Good boy. Now repeat this:
“I want Joe to piss in my mouth.”
“No way I’m saying that. What the hell has gotten into you today? You’re scaring me.”
“Let’s go back in time, Joe says. “You tolerated my cum at first, but when did you start enjoying it? These days you can't get enough of it.”
"Maybe the seventh or eighth time. You no longer had to hold my head, no longer had to order me to swallow it. I started to like the way it filled my mouth.”
"And why would it be so different with piss? I’ve been drinking beer, so it’s going to be watery. I promise it won’t taste bad. You can handle that.”
Jimmy is getting more irritated. “Will you please drop it? It’s not the same as cum, Joe. You know it’s not the same. Plus, I don’t want to.”
Joe knows that most of what he’s saying is idiotic, but he wants to see if he can talk Jimmy into swallowing his argument so to speak. And he wants to teach him a lesson for being disrespectful.
"You're a pussy, Jimmy. You're too chicken to try anything
different because you’re afraid. Then when you do and get used to it, you love it.”
"That's not true, except for swallowing cum."
"Oh, what about getting fucked? I had to push you for months until you finally let my dick up your ass." Joe mimicks Jimmy's voice but makes it high-pitched and feminine. "Stop, Joe, please, it hurts... take it out. It hurts. It hurts.”
"I didn't whine like that, but, yes, my butt was tighter then, and it did hurt."
"Until it didn't. After you learned to relax and let it happen, you wanted it all the time. Your heart breaks now when I’m not in the mood to fuck.”
Jimmy is blushing. “You’re right. Something happened that night. I had too much to drink. When you fucked me that time, my ass felt the way you said it would feel — that amazing feeling of letting go, of surrendering my ass to the guy I love.”
Jimmy is hoping that he can sweet-talk his way out of Joe’s plan. “You were so patient, too, Joe. For that I have to thank you. When you finally got your incredibly fat penis inside and banging against my prostate… wow.“
Jimmy is laying on the flattery a bit thick, but will it sway Joe away from his little game?
“In all honesty I probably wouldn't have let you fuck me if you hadn’t been so insistent."
"I'm thinking you need me to be insistent now,” Joe declares. “I think you need me to insist that you drink my piss."
Jimmy is silent as he mulls how he’s going to get out of this.
Joe grabs the back of Jimmy's head and pushes his jock into his
face.
"Why don't you pull my dick out? You know how much you love it."
(to be continued)
