Page 4 of Free Fall #1

“Why would you be? You’re a human being.

” I’m so confused, but I remember a guy I met at Trillium Lake Crag telling me that women expected certain things from him in bed because he’s Black, and when I was puzzled by that, he said that was my privilege showing.

I guess Sejin, as an Asian man, deals with similar things, and since I’m just learning about it, I’m still privileged.

White men always are, or so the Trillium Lake guy had said, and I’m obliged to agree because I don’t know anything about being non-white.

“I’m sorry. This got so awkward,” Sejin says, and now his smile is shy. “Can we start over?”

“Sure.”

“Hi,” he says, stepping closer this time and putting his hand out first. “I’m Sejin.”

“I’m Dan,” I answer, taking his hand and noting the cool, dry length of his fingers against mine. “Want to fuck?”

“I’d love to,” he murmurs, and we kick off our sandals as I lead him inside.

*

Sejin

I have to duck my head to trail Dan into the decently-lit van. I’m glad there are plenty of lights so it doesn’t feel quite as much like a bad idea to be getting all naked and vulnerable with a stranger.

Well, I hope we get naked and vulnerable.

Some guys like a quick jerk-the-pants-down-and-go-at-it fuck, but I’m hoping for a little bit more than that to keep me sated for the next inevitable dry spell.

Why did I move to Mariposa County again?

Oh yeah, adventure! Escape! To live near my cousin. And be someplace new.

I never intended to stay here, though, but here I still am.

Currently, “here” is some kind of custom van that’s actually tall enough for me to stand upright in, and that’s saying something because I’m a slender six feet.

My narrow hips and delicate bone structure make everyone treat me like I’m small despite my height, but I’m a good three inches taller than Dan, who looks to be around five-nine, at most. He’s slender too, but in a different way from me.

Every bit of him looks made of tightly-corded muscle, even his hands, which are firm on mine as he gazes up at me.

I take in the set-up of the van. His bed is tucked sideways on an elevated platform in the back with a TV screen bolted into the van-wall above it.

It looks cozy with folded layers of quilts laid over smooth, clean-looking sheets.

It’s on top of storage containers, making it taller than usual, the mattress at waist-height for me.

When he’d said to meet him at his van, I’d imagined a dingy mattress on the floor, and while that should have scared me off, I’m just a big enough fan of risk to have thought it was likely worth it for a good fuck.

Though not all fucks are good, and there’s no telling if this one will be yet, I’m hopeful.

Along the wall of the van, opposite the sliding door, there’s a wooden counter with a stove built in and all kinds of things tied onto it.

Above the counter, there are cabinets with locks, and to the right is a blue fabric curtain that blocks off the front of the vehicle where the driver’s and passenger’s seats are.

All in all, it’s like the littlest tiny house ever, and a mobile one at that.

I can’t imagine living here, but at the same time, it doesn’t seem too awful either.

At least it doesn’t smell bad. I wonder where he poops. Taking a piss is easy enough, but…

Dan’s hands are calloused and rough on mine, and a sizzle of electricity seems to burn my skin where he touches me.

Chemistry. There’s no guarantee of it in a hookup, and no accounting for it either.

I’ve felt it with a handful of men, and a few of them were…

well, not the kind of guys I’d want to spend much time with.

But all of them were heavenly fucks. In fact, one made me come without even touching myself, and that’s an experience I’d love to have again.

But after the three long, sexless months I’ve had, just a cock up my ass and a shared orgasm seems like more than enough.

“There’s a shower block and bathroom about a hundred yards from here,” Dan says, letting go of my hand and shoving both of his into the loose pockets of his sweats. “I can show you the way if there’s anything you need to take care of before we—”

“I’m good,” I say, shaking my hair behind my shoulders, and taking a deep breath. “I handled everything before I arrived.”

“I’ve got lube and condoms,” he says, indicating the box and bottle by the bed. “Is there anything else you need before we get to it?”

His dark, hazel eyes are big, and wide-set over a straight nose, set into a thin face.

His brown, curly hair is unkempt, but not overlong.

It looks like he cuts it himself, what with his jacked-up bangs and the unfashionable shape, but he’s still a handsome guy.

His lips are well-made and not at all chapped, which surprises me since most of the climbers I’ve met—and living in Mariposa County, I’ve met a lot—have chapped lips from all the wind on the walls.

His jaw is sharply cut with a dimpled chin that somehow, when combined with his ample mouth, almost makes him look like he’s pouting.

Or maybe it’s his big eyes making him look so oddly innocent while staring up at me, talking about condoms and lube and ‘getting to it.’ I don’t know what it is about him, and maybe I’m foolish—everyone back home would say I am—but I decide to let down my guard and enjoy myself.

This guy looks good for a few rounds if I play my cards right.

So, I take hold of his chin and tilt his head up.

“I’m ready if you are.”

And, fuck , he’s ready. His mouth is on mine instantly, and he’s not a shy kisser.

My blood runs hot, and my nipples ache along with my thickening dick.

I didn’t even feel aroused a few seconds ago.

Nervous, yes; anticipatory, yes—but now I’m like liquid heat.

I mold against him, letting him take the lead as he turns me toward the back of the van and presses against my body with his own until I’m walking backward.

I feel the raised platform and the mattress hit my ass, and I grin.

It’s perfectly positioned for what comes next.

Dan breaks the kiss, turns me around, and pushes me face down on the bed.

“This okay?” he asks, breathless, as his hands canvas up and down my back, sliding beneath my shirt to touch my skin. “Can I be like this with you?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I dig my toes into the soft wool rug he has next to the bed. “Oh, God,” I whimper.

He chuckles. “Been a while, you said. Don’t want to make you wait.”

He’s taking his time, though, sliding his rough hands all over my skin and pushing my shirt up so that the soft air of the van gives me the shivers.

“I’ve already waited way too long,” I whisper.

“Let’s take care of that.”

I gasp as he shoves my sweats down to my ankles, and I kick them off.

Pushing my feet apart, he insinuates himself between my thighs.

I gulp when I feel that he’s shoved his sweats down too.

The heat of his skin against mine, and the soft, velvet slide of his cock as he rubs it against my ass cheeks makes me groan with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you want to get this first one over with or make it last?”

First one? Fuck yes. He seems on the same page as me with regard to neediness, and the last of my reservations and tension bleeds out.

I sink into the mattress and press my ass back against his thrusting cock, feeling it skim my crack as I knot my hands into Dan’s soft blankets.

It’s been so long, and I’m not prepped, so it might hurt, but it’s going to be worth it too. I just know it.

“You have more than one fuck in you?” I ask.

He chuckles again and slaps my ass lightly. “I can go all night if you want.”

“Please do,” I beg. My legs are already shaking, and my heart is beating double-time.

“You can change your mind at any time,” Dan says, as he thrusts against me and rubs his hands over my hips and ass cheeks. “But for this first fuck, I don’t want to wait.”

“Me either.”

The snick of the lube being opened reaches my ears, as does the crinkle foil sound of the condom as it’s unwrapped. I can’t believe I’m going to let this guy just push into me without any prep work, but I’m also so horny and pent-up that I’m not going to slow things down either.

I jump a little in surprise when I feel his fingers press around my hole, testing the give and tension of it. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “You’re tight. Want me to lick it?”

I can’t help but whimper. I’ve been rimmed before, but never by a stranger.

And since I’ve only fucked strangers for the last few years, it’s been a long time.

Dan must have taken my helpless noise for consent because he’s on his knees with his tongue against me before I can grab hold of my scattered thoughts.

“Fuck!” I bury my face in his blankets and rake my aching cock against the edge of his mattress, moaning and writhing as I ride his shameless tongue.

I whimper and groan as Dan works over my hole.

Grunting and crying out like a virgin who’s never experienced this kind of pleasure, I end up jamming a mouthful of quilt between my teeth to keep from getting loud enough to attract the attention of the other campers in the lots around us.

My legs tremble, my cock throbs, and I shout with the quilt between my teeth. I quiver with onslaughts of pleasure, and still Dan keeps going. If I had to give his tongue a service rating on Amazon, I’d go with five stars all day long, because holy fuck .

I’m on the verge of thinking I might come from this alone when he rises again, muttering, “Damn. You’re hot.”

There’s another snick of the lube bottle, and I twitch against the mattress as he hooks his slicked-up, calloused thumb into me, stretching and probing my hole. “You’re really fucking hot.”