LOFTY PLEASURES BUNGEE JUMPING--Chapter 1
I was headed to the newest bungee jump site in New Hampshire, Lofty Pleasures Bungee, advertised as the highest permanent jump in North America at 450 feet from the top to the lowest point of the bungee cord. It was in the White Mountains down a small heavily forested road that looked like it had not seen much traffic lately. I knew this was the first day of business, and looked forward to being the first jumper here. I was a bit excited, a bit horny, and a bit scared, because you never really know what to expect.
I approached a small gravel parking lot and noticed only two cars there. I like the excitement of many people jumping and living their adrenaline dreams, but it looked like this was not the case today. Disappointed, I made my way to the nearby booth where a rugged bearish man nodded and greeted me. He wore a flannel shirt that was rolled up to the elbows, revealing thick dark fur and muscular arms. He also had an ample, well-tended to beer gut.
"You must be Sam," he said, handing me a form to fill. "I'm Jack. Glad to have you here for our first day. It wasn't too hard to find the place?"
"I used the GPS. Drove for five hours but I'm sure it will be worth it." I quickly scanned the waiver and saw the standard info about possible injury or death. I have done this before so signed it and handed it back to Jack.
"Do you have any questions about the jump?" He was very serious as he should be. This type of business could be ruined by a single injury.
"No, I'm good. I've done close to three hundred jumps so I know what to expect. I saw the safety profile on your website and liked what I saw...Jack." He smirked when I mentioned his name. I blushed for some reason.
"We tested for weeks with dummies then college kids. They loved it. We're good to go."
I nodded politely, imagining him testing his cock on a college kid instead.
"Alright, get on the scale there and I'm going to weigh you." He gestured to the scale by the counter. I stepped on it. He let the display settle then proclaimed, "145 pounds. You're a small one." He wrote my weight on a tablet while I felt insulted by his comment.
"I'm not that small," I said in the most macho way possible, puffing up my chest and crossing my arms like a tough guy, like the tough guy I am. I've always seen myself as that dude who will fix your car and save your life while getting all of the sexy chicks. But I'm gay and I just wanted a nice guy to be with, which seemed to be an impossible thing to have, especially for an ordinary man like me. Anyway, bigger dudes like this Jack guy could toss me like a rag doll and so it's best to avoid a confrontation with them.
"Sorry man, it's just an observation." Jack said. "Smaller people use a different bungee rope. That's all." I paused to think about it.
"You're right," I said, realizing I was being stupid. "For a guy who has done lots of bungee I sound like an idiot."
"No worries, Sam." Jack turned to the motorcycle entering the parking lot. "Another client is arriving. Wait over there by that path going into the woods. I will get back to you shortly." With a friendly nod I walked toward the path as the biker cut the engine and stepped off his big machine. He gave me a nod and I returned it.
"You here to jump?" I asked, stopping briefly. He was a typical mean-looking, tattooed biker (I could see a hint of ink on his neck), big and hairy based on the tufts of hair sticking out of his collar, but when he removed his shades and stuffed them in his jacket he had the friendliest green eyes I have ever seen. I noticed his skin had the nice caramel coloring some Hispanics have, and it contrasted beautifully with his eyes.
"Damn straight and can't wait." He flashed a nice smile and headed for the booth. I made my way to the path and stood there, waiting. Damn is that guy sexy, I thought. I was not initially attracted to bearish men, believing they prefer other bearish men like themselves. After all, I have only seen them with their bear buddies. But over the years I started to think such a man would be an amazing lover and life partner, and I started fantasizing more about them, or just one, the right man, my man, wanting to feel the safety of his strong arms holding me in the darkness. Damn.
I saw him high five Jack so deduced that they know each other. The biker signed the waiver, was weighed and sent here to wait with me. I assumed my tough guy stance and watched him come in my direction. I definitely did not get a gay vibe from him so didn't want to appear like I was coming onto him. He smiled at me as he approached, and I noticed an impressive bulge in his jeans. I quickly looked away, staring up the path to where the bungee platform is, higher above us, hidden now from view by the thick dark forest. I hope he didn't notice my stare. I felt heat rising from deep inside me. I need to keep it together.
"Jack tells me you've jumped three hundred times? Is that true?"
"It is." I looked away, thinking of those jumps. I think my eyes must have drifted to his bulge and I may have sighed.
"See something you like?" He now had an inscrutable poker face. Was he toying with me? He knew I looked at his bulge. I will just move the subject along I told myself.
"What? I was just remembering some of those jumps. They take over me sometimes."
"Yeah, right," he grunted. I don't think he bought it.
"Is this your first time?"
"My second." He seemed proud of that and I wanted to know why but said nothing.
"Just don't say you'll do the Tarzan yell before you jump. It seems to act like a curse."
"Why do you say that?"
"I've watched guys say they're going to do that yell before jumping. Making a big deal so everyone can hear how much of a man they are. Then they end up screaming like a little girl."
The biker's neck muscles tightened visibly and the blood vessels pulsated. I had the impression that I touched a nerve. "I'm more of a man than you. What are you, a hundred pounds?"
I wanted to say something hilarious so he didn't punch me out but Jack was heading towards us now.
"We're ready," he said. "You just go up the path for about fifteen minutes. It's a bit of a hike uphill, just a few hundred feet in elevation. It's like climbing maybe twenty floors, not a big deal, and then you'll get to the barrier. The cliff and platform are there. I have staff who will take care of you. Have a great jump, guys."
"Thanks, man," I said to Jack, and started up the path.
"Stop by the booth after," Jack called out. "Pics and a video are included in the package." I gave him a thumbs up as I rounded the bend. I heard the biker moving now, too, and I kept my pace ahead of him. I got a sense that I was irritating him so I wanted to keep a safe distance. I didn't want him throwing me off the cliff.
"Hey hang on," he shouted. I stopped and turned toward him. He was smiling now. Maybe I'm wrong about him. "Wait for me," he continued.
"Sure." I smiled back at him. "Damn you are a big guy. I'm just a shrimp next to you."
"I must be a good foot more than you. And a hundred pounds."
"I'll say." We were now moving in tandem, going uphill, although I slowed my pace a bit because I think I was quicker. I could hear muffled voices in the distance but they were far and muted by the dense forest. I gathered they were the bungee staff. "How do you plan on jumping?"
"I haven't thought of it. I guess the same way as the first time. A front dive." He seemed to be slightly out of breath. Walking uphill will do that to you, especially at the beginning of a walk when your body hasn't adjusted to the demands being placed on it.
"Nice. It's a classic." I noticed a sharp branch in his path. "Watch out for that."
"Thanks, man," he said as he moved his head away from the jagged tip. "I didn't see it. I might have lost an eye." He paused to take a deep breath. "Keep going. I'll catch up. Just need a moment."
I nodded and moved along. I suddenly sensed eyes upon me and turned my head in time to catch his eyes on my butt. We have been climbing for ten minutes now and the elevation was notable, as was the slope. I know my butt cheeks have been flexing as they normally do in this type of environment. I do a lot of biking and hiking mountains, too, so I have a round firm bubble butt. I always wished I'd have a man I want and who wants me and my butt. I am a small guy, though, and a big tough Latino macho tattooed biker like this guy, who is definitely straight, can never be on the menu. It just isn't possible. But I had something to say even though I maybe shouldn't go there and I said it anyway. "Like what you see?"
"Just keep walking," he laughed, moving now a bit behind me. "How you gonna jump, shrimp?"
"I might do a somersault. I like those. And gainers."
"Gainer?"
"It's a forward back flip. You might see it if I go first."
"Then you'll have to go first. Do you scream?"
"I'm usually quiet," I said, chuckling. Why does he think I would scream? My foot then snagged a vine and I was tripping. It felt like slow motion, and without losing a beat the biker caught me, his hand pushing against my butt so I kept my balance.
"I guess we're even now," he said.
"Even? Oh right, I saved your eye from that branch. Thanks for saving me from a possible concussion." I tried not to think of him touching my butt but I have to admit it turned me on. "What's your name? You know I'm Sam."
"It's José," he answered. "Look, I see a clearing up there. That must be where the platform is." He came closer behind me and pointed his finger over my shoulder. "See?" I felt his breath on my ear and I am almost certain he pressed his bulge against my butt. It was a light touch, however, and I may have been mistaken because of course it couldn't be his apparently sizable cock.
Somehow I was getting a sense that I would be jerking off thinking about this man sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to his bed. As I said, I know it's impossible. And I am sure he is just being friendly the way folks can be in the country. I didn't know what else to say so I just sighed contentedly.
"Excited, hunh?"
"Yeah. I've been waiting for a few months to come here." He was still behind me as we were getting to the end of the path, and I swear his bulge felt bigger. Uncomfortable, I moved ahead so I could get away from the heat of his body and its unexpected impact on me. I was getting an erection, and while I just have an average cut cock, it would definitely be noticeable. And this tough biker, who seemed to be around 40 (I'm 35), wouldn't like a gay guy lusting after him. Come on. He would beat the crap out of me and I definitely don't want that. I love an adrenaline rush but I am really a softie at heart. And I sure would love a big strong man who is tough but a sweetie pie with his guy. I can't think of this now, however. Let's get to the jump, have a blast, say goodbye and never see each other again. Right?
We got to the clearing and the barrier for the bungee platform and I turned my head to look back at José. His eyes were on my butt; he had a dopey, lusty grin; and his magnificent erection could not be missed. What was going on?