Finding Fire in the Veil of Cashmere
Walking through the park with an old friend, Jake and I rediscover one another
Is it poetic to tell you that we fucked in the shadow of elms hidden from sight in the Veil of Cashmere? Do the sounds of the birds or the bullfrogs from the old overgrown wading pool make it romantic? And does it help if I tell you we met twenty years ago when the Veil was a meeting spot for men clad in leather and lust?
We didn't have the leather. Not on a day like this. And we weren't especially strong or muscular. If there was any resemblance to Tom of Finland, it was in our imaginations and the history of the place more than anything else.
But old friends and history make for exciting stories, and love and summer allow for things out of the ordinary.
In this case, it was Jake and myself reminiscing over half-recalled memories. We sat on a bench drinking coffee from paper cups, carefully spiked with Old Grandad in homage to our college days. The breeze was cool and cut through the humid air as all around us, fireflies began to light up the dusk.
When I touched Jake's knee, he put his hand on mine, and when we turned and looked into each other's eyes, we each found a taste of mischief and more than a hint of nostalgic desire. We leaned in closer, smiling as our foreheads touched, and the possibilities were as endless as the leaves on the trees or the blades of grass in the field.
The invitation came with a nod towards the thicket of elms to one side of the path. It was met with a wink and something like a laugh. I felt foolish and young and happy. Jake looked alive and daring.
In the shadow of the trees, we kissed for the first time. We were not graceful or restrained with his back against bark and my hands on his hips. We kissed like men, rough and aggressive, as we pressed our bodies against one another in the shade. The thought of interruption was neither a turn-on nor a concern.
It was only irrelevant.
Jake reached down and pressed his palm against my hardening cock, and I felt him against my thigh. Our kiss turned to moans and groans as we unbuckled jeans with desperate desire and earnest lust.
His cock was much like mine. Slightly curved to one side, well-shaped, and a bit above average in length. His was thicker, and the head was purple where mine was pink. As I breathed into his shoulder, I took him gently in my hand.
"You can be rough," he whispered. "I'm not as sensitive as when I was younger."
"Be gentle with me," I said. "At least with your hand."
He kissed me again, somehow caressing me like a soft wind, the tips of his fingers gliding over me like a delicate painter. And as I squeezed harder, sliding my hand up and down his length, our kiss deepened to something full of need.
Jake slipped to the forest floor, his back still to the tree, and he looked up with a grin as he took me in hand.
"Less gentle with my mouth?"
"After you get me nice and wet between those pretty lips of yours you can be as rough as you want."
"What I want is to make you come," he said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a moan. When he licked me up and down, I shivered, and as his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, all my sensitivity began to let go as the hormones flooded my body, begging for something harder.
As Jake began to take me deeper into his mouth and throat, I felt my hips move, and I gripped him by the hair and started to fuck him in long rhythmic strokes.
If he hadn't been practicing these last twenty years, he was a natural because he devoured me with hands and tongue and an eagerness bordering on fanatical. I closed my eyes and smelled summer as I tried to let go and only feel pleasure.
I let go of guilt and fear. I let go of anxiety and doubt about the future, and I even let go of my desire as I felt history and longing overwhelm us.
With both hands on my ass and his mouth desperate and alive, I looked up to the canopy and felt my legs shake. I caressed his hair and his ear, touching his warm skin as I bit my lip, and within minutes Jake was swallowing as I came in his glorious mouth. He licked me up and down, smiling the entire time, and when he finally stood for a kiss, we didn't hold back.
"Do you want to come as well?" I asked when we finally pulled away.
He nodded and blushed as I touched him, gripping his cock in my fist. I could feel him pulsing through the veins in my fingers, and my desire for his release was disorienting and magical.
"How?" I asked. "I'll do whatever you want."
A touch of shyness spread across his face, and it was one I had never seen before.
"It's okay," I whispered closely. "You can tell me anything."
Jake turned me around until I faced the tree and then wrapped his arms around me. He pressed against my back, his cock hard against my ass, and then slowly pushed down my jeans.
"I don't want to actually fuck; that feels too complicated, but I want to pretend. And I want…. I mean…."
"Tell me," I moaned, pushing my pants down lower until I could feel him against my bare skin.
"I want you to beg for it as I rub between the cheeks of your ass. Is that okay? Just tell me you want me to fuck you even though you know I won’t."
"I don't have to pretend," I said, leaning forward as he began to move. He was so hard as he slid up and down against me, and I was half-hard again just from what I was about to say.
"Do it, Jake, please,” I moaned, desperation real and honest on my lips. “I want it. I want you to fuck me so badly."
And right then, I did. My brain began to lose function, and I was filled with so much lust and need that I thought of nothing else. I had rarely let myself feel desire like this before, and it overwhelmed me with emotion and surprise.
"Please fuck me," I moaned again and again as he gripped my hips and rubbed himself faster and harder against me. Occasionally, he'd slip between my thighs, and I wondered if he would do it. If, after all these years, he'd be the first man to fuck me, and I wanted it as much as it scared me.
Jake gripped my hip with one hand as the other reached around to find my cock hard again. He gently caressed me as he grew more frantic, his breath in my ear echoing my desire.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard; I'm going to fuck this ass until I come in you. Would you like that?"
"Yes, please, God," I moaned. "Come in me, Jake, let me feel it; I want to feel it!"
"Oh fuck!" he cried as he wrapped me in his arms, kissed my neck, and then let go all over me, coating my ass and lower back with warm wet come until time no longer mattered. He stayed still, hovering as I braced myself against the tree, and I heard him laugh for a moment as he looked down at the mess he had made.
"God, that was so hot," I said. "I really wanted it too. If you had just shoved it in me, I'm not sure I could have said no."
"I did too," he said, slowly pulling up his pants. "It just didn't feel right. Or maybe it felt like too much. I don't know. I don’t have a condom."
"It was hot just the way it was. I don't think I've ever begged like that before."
"You sounded so desperate it drove me crazy."
I stood up, redid my pants, and resigned to the mess beneath my shirt. It was a badge of honor or a reminder of what we had done and where we had done it. I was going to walk out of the Veil of Cashmere with another man's come coating my skin, and I would do it proudly.
"People really used to fuck our here?" he asked as we took each other's hands and found the path again.
"Apparently, they still do," I said.
"That was so good. I'm glad you suggested this little walk."
"Oh, I was only thinking innocent things."
"I'm sure you were. I could tell how innocent you were when you begged me to fuck your tight ass."
I slapped his butt as we walked around the pond towards the stairs that led up to the field. We paused at the bottom and looked around as dusk began to shift into night. A few fireflies still flickered their lights as we held hands, our bodies pressed lightly against one another. And as we breathed and remembered, comfort and contentment flooded me until I felt a tear on my cheek.
"Is there a good bar nearby?" he asked as we finally started up the stairs.
"I think I can make that happen."
Together, we walked up the last few steps, barely noticing that our hands were still intertwined, and the smiles on our faces were shaped by ancient desires satisfied by an old friend.
We kissed at the top of the stairs, turned right down the path, and then set off to find a drink and a laugh so we might catch up in all the other ways that mattered.