Hidden Spirit

Chapter 1: Canada-3

“It’s a shame to let this go to waste,” Nate said, shaking Morgan from his reverie and bringing him back to the present.

Nate had been massaging Morgan’s crotch and Morgan was now hard.

“Yeah, it would,” Morgan said, letting his musings go and pressing himself into Nate’s gentle grasp.

Nate ducked under the covers and, giving Morgan’s n****e a teasing nip as he passed, made his way down to Morgan’s erection.

Morgan reached down and ran his fingers through Nate’s thick, wavy, light brown hair as he allowed himself to be swept away by Nate’s advanced oral skills. Once again, as he succumbed to Nate’s talented ministrations, Morgan reminded himself he was damned lucky to have this man in his life.

An hour later, Morgan and Nate joined the other dozen or so guests of the Rock Island Lodge B&B, who were gathered on the large deck overlooking the bay. The rising sun glinted off the water. There was genial conversation among the guests as they awaited the bell that would call them to breakfast.

Morgan walked off the deck and down to the beach, hoping to get a signal on his cell phone. The staff at Rock Island had told him when he had inquired, that sometimes you could get cell service there. Otherwise, cell phones were pretty useless in this area. He’d checked his phone the night before and had two missed calls from his twin sister, Megan. He’d tried calling her and checked his voicemail but was unable to make contact. Even texting didn’t seem to be functional here. The lodge didn’t have wi-fi.

He wasn’t overly concerned, but he would like to talk to her to make sure all was well. There were no phones in the rooms. He’d asked the lodge staff about using the office landline. They had told him since it was long distance and an international call, he could if it was an emergency. Since he didn’t think it qualified as such, he let it go.

He stood and looked out over the water. It was smooth as glass. He sighed deeply. Nate had been right, he hadn’t exaggerated. This land was fantastic. The natural beauty of the tree-covered mountains, The Big Lake, and the waterfalls they’d visited all seemed to call to him and awaken something deep inside. He felt as if he’d been here before, that he’d been away and was returning as if he’d been on a long journey. Before he could get too deeply into pondering these strange feelings, the bell rang. Breakfast was ready.

After the sumptuous meal of scrambled eggs, sausages, pancakes, muffins, and fruit, served from a long buffet, Nate and Morgan returned to their room. Today they were going on a three-day guided trip in an Ojibwe war canoe. Morgan stood by the bed packing his backpack. They’d been told by the staff to travel light, and Morgan was deep in thought trying to decide just what he would need to bring. Nate came up behind him, wrapped his arms around him, and nibbled Morgan’s ear, startling him.

“Hey!” Morgan said in surprise.

“You know we won’t be able to do much tonight sleeping in sleeping bags and with a half dozen people around us. What if we get horny?”

Morgan pressed back against Nate, who was already hard, and said, “You’re always horny.”

“And you’re not?” Nate teased.

Morgan turned around and put his arms around Nate’s neck, stood on tiptoe so as to reach the taller man’s lips, and kissed him.

“I’ll take that as an admission that you agree,” Nate said when the kiss was done. He started to unzip Morgan’s hoody.

“We just got dressed,” Morgan said, pushing Nate’s hand away in mock protest.

Nate ignored this and continued to seductively disrobe his boyfriend. Once naked, the two men stretched out on the bed. Morgan ran his hands over Nate’s hair-covered, muscular chest. “You know, I always worried that you weren’t turned on because I don’t have much body hair.”

Nate guided Morgan’s hand through the tangle of dense hair, down his torso to his erect c**k.

“Does that seem like I’m having a problem with that?” Nate asked.

“Guess not,” Morgan said, smiling as he stroked Nate’s swollen organ.

“You’re perfect just as you are. I wouldn’t change one thing about you. I love your black, black hair, your deep brown eyes, your smooth sexy body, every inch of you,” Nate said, tenderly touching each thing he named.

Then he kneeled between Morgan’s legs. Placing them on his shoulders, he guided himself into Morgan’s body. As Morgan groaned his pleasure, he wrapped arms and legs around his boyfriend. Nate bent, pressed Morgan to him, kissed Morgan, and began his rhythmic thrusting.

After spending time ensuring they would be able to refrain from attacking each other on the trip and then taking a quick shower, they were running late. However, Morgan insisted he needed to shave.

Nate laughed. “You never give up, do you?”

“What?” Morgan said as he spread shaving cream on his almost hairless chin.

“If you’d never heard of Schick or Gillette, it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. You can’t grow a beard.”

“If we weren’t already late, I’d make you pay for that,” Morgan said with a fake pout as he applied the razor to his face.