Mountain Climber

“And did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah. It felt good to actually have a warm hole holding my cock after so long, you know what I mean?”

I nodded and he went on, “I grabbed him around the chest, like he had with me, and developed a fast rhythm on top of him. I have to say the noise of my cock in his arse was pretty revolting – sort of like a slurping sound – but I was too horny to care. I must have come in about a minute.”

Their sex sounded base and carnal and yet I was intrigued to learn more about it. For some reason, I was fascinated by the idea of the two of them trapped on that mountain, having so much sexual tension build within them that they were compelled to bugger each other for relief.

I asked Steven, “Did you talk about what you’d done afterwards?”

He laughed, “No, of course not! It was like we’d attended to a bodily function together, you know? I mean, I think I remember wondering if I should make a joke about sloppy shits the next day, but then I decided that silence about what we’d done would be the best policy.”

I nodded. “Obviously you managed to get down the mountain in one piece?”

“Yeah. The next morning was a lot clearer and managed to get off the ledge.”

“And the following night?”

“I don’t remember if we did it again so soon – I don’t expect we did. But it became a kind of regular thing between us. On every climb from then on, we’ve taken turns on each other as well as wanking together.”

“Did you find that your feelings towards Culley were changing?”

He shook his head. “No, not at all. Why should they?”

“You were experiencing something extremely intimate together...”

“I didn’t see it like that and I don’t think Culley did. Life in a small tent gets pretty intimate for two blokes anyway. You can’t help seeing – and smelling – each other’s bodies. You get used to waking up with you partner’s morning hard-on right in front of your face while he’s pulling on his clothes, and you soon stop apologising when your own won’t behave itself.”

I smiled. “I accept that. But surely, between straight guys, the arse is a different matter? I mean, even touching another man’s backside accidentally has uncomfortable connotations.”

“Well, it wasn’t like that between the two of us and I don’t think it is between most guys who’ve climbed together over a long period. When a bloke gets himself into a tight spot you help him out of it by grabbing whatever’s at hand. If that means yanking him up by his crotch or holding him by the arse cheeks until he steadies himself, that’s how it goes. You can’t afford to be too precious about body space halfway up a cliff.”

I nodded. “But at least in those situations you have the barrier of clothing between you...”

“Not always. When you’ve spent a couple of hours on the end of a hitch, the friction burns around your crotch can be horrendous. You get used to checking each other out for that kind of thing and rubbing cream onto each other – around each other’s balls and arse cracks, between each other’s the legs, whatever needs it...”

“That hadn’t really occurred to me,” I said, appreciating his frankness. “Once you guys had lost your inhibitions about each other’s bodies, any sexual needs would almost inevitably be expressed with one another.”

He nodded. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell Susan but she won’t accept it.”

I asked him, “Do you think this is common among other climbers? Is there a sort of unspoken agreement between male climbing partners that this is going to happen?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Remember, Culley and I have been climbing together for most of our lives. We have a strong friendship, there’s a lot of trust between us, and – I suppose – we have similar sex drives and habits. I don’t think that would be true of most guys.

“I remember once,” he went on, “I think it was in the Pyrenees, we were on a climb and teamed up for a few days with a couple of lads from Scotland. Andy and Jed. They were young guys – in their early twenties – but as strong as oxes.

“On one of the nights – an hour or so after we’d all turned in – Culley must have felt horny and asked me if I was still awake. I was and so he asked if I’d roll over so he could get on top of me –”

“That’s how it always was?” I interjected. “There were no preliminaries, no foreplay...?”

“Foreplay?”

“You know, caressing each other, kissing, sucking –”

He looked disgusted. “Hell, no! I told you – we’ve never done any gay stuff...”

“Okay – but, let’s just get this straight. One of you would just say, ‘I’m horny!’ and the other would turn around and pull the back of his underwear down?”

He shrugged. “I suppose... I mean, if one of us was tired or whatever, we’d say ‘no’... but usually we’d help each other out.”

“Okay. So he got on top of you...?”

“Yeah. He did his thing, grunting like he always did, and came pretty quickly. By then I’d grown hard myself so I had my turn on him...”

I could understand his earlier comparisons between their sex and bodily functions. This was sex stripped of all emotion almost to the point of being animalistic.

“The next morning,” he went on, “Andy – one of the Scottish lads – mentioned what we’d done while the two of us were alone. He’d been awake and heard us, and maybe he even sneaked a look at us, I don’t know.”

“What did he say?”

“He’d smiled and had said something like, ‘Were you guys doing what I thought you were doing last night?’

“To be honest, what we’d done had become so unremarkable for me that I couldn’t think what he meant at first.

“When I’d asked him what he was on about, he’d said, ‘About an hour after we’d gone to bed. You guys sounded like you’d found a new way to keep warm!’

“I’d smiled, though I was a little taken aback that he would mention it to me, and made some comment about us both missing our wives.

“He’d nodded and said, ‘Well, I hope Jed isn’t expecting anything like that from me!’

“I’d told him how long we’d known each other and been climbing together. He’d shrugged and said it was no big deal, it was just he’d never heard of guys needing to do stuff like that on a climb.”

I nodded. “So it can’t be too common, then?”

“I don’t think so. And if it is, it’s not the kind of thing guys really want to talk about.”

Glancing at my clock and feeling surprised at how much of my lunch break this appointment had eaten up, I thought I ought to start wrapping things up.

But I was still intrigued to find out more about their sexual relationship which was seemingly irrelevant to both of them and yet which was, in the brief moments they expressed it with one another, deeply intense and satisfying for both of them.

I asked him: “I’m guessing that you see Culley quite often, even when you’re not on a climb...?”

Steven nodded. “We go for a pint a couple of times a week... our kids are pretty friendly too...”

“Did you ever do anything sexual together when you were not on a climb?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. Why would we? When our wives are around, what would be the point?”

I nodded slowly, appreciating his reasoning. “So you’ve never done anything sexual outside of the tent?”

“Well, that’s not quite true. At the end of a climb, we usually put up for a night in a hostel to get cleaned up. Sometimes it’s been so nice to relax, to have a bath and a few drinks, to lie on a sprung mattress, that we’ve ended up... well – doing stuff together.”

“Just masturbation or...” I struggled to find a way of describing penetration without using any potentially controversial terms. I settled on: “the full works?”

He considered the question and replied, “I suppose it depends. Sometimes, after a few weeks sleeping so closely together, it’s too weird to sleep in separate beds in a hostel, so we share. Usually we’ll wank each other off before we sleep like we would in the tent.

“But sometimes... well – I remember this time in Switzerland. We’d come down from a real shit of a climb and were cleaning up in a twin room in a B&B. We never close the bathroom door when we’re in a room together – what’s the point after so long of being around each other? – and I walked in on Culley lying in the bath with a hard-on.

“I think we sort of smiled at each other and then I walked over to the loo to take a piss. While I was pissing, Culley stood up in the bath and dried himself. Then he walked over to me and hitched the back of my briefs down. He bent me over the toilet – I think piss was still dribbling out of my cock – and eased his cock into my arse.

“I stopped pissing and felt my own cock harden like it always does when he’s doing that to me. I stared at the top of the toilet cistern, enjoying the thought of him finishing and being able to take my turn at doing the same thing to him.

“Just then, I turned to look in the large mirror which was on the wall to one side of us. I could us both through it: me bending over the toilet with hard-on; Culley behind me gripping my hips and with his cock sliding in and out of my arse.

“As stupid as it sounds, for the first time it struck me that my arse was being fucked by another man.”

I raised my eyebrows and Steven chuckled: “Yeah, I know it sounds weird. But until then, I’d just seen it as a form of relief; a sort of bodily function that we doing together.”

“How did you feel when that dawned on you?” I asked.

“I wasn’t horrified, or anything. It didn’t make me want to stop. I just thought, neutrally, ‘I guess this is what gay guys do’ and got on with waiting for my turn.”

“And when Culley had finished?”

He shrugged. “What you’d expect: I walked around behind him and did the same to him.”

“Did you watch yourself in the mirror?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “It was weird to see my own cock actually sliding in and out of another guy’s arse, but it wasn’t offensive or anything.”

“Did it turn you on?”

“No. It was just strange to see it. Two naked blokes doing sexual stuff together. It was neither attractive nor disgusting. Just odd.”

“Okay. But did the fact you realised you were having anal sex with another man change the way you felt about it?”

Steven considered the question for a few seconds.

Then he replied, “I did think about it, I must admit. When Culley next brought his family around to my house, I sort thought about what we’d done and how the two of us guys – the dads – had a sexual side to our relationship that no-one was aware of.”

“A gay side?”

He snapped again, “No! I told you: it’s not a gay thing. I’ve never kissed him or told him I love him or any crap like that. I don’t have anything against gay men – some great climbers I know are gay – but I’m just not one of them.”

“But in the bathroom you said that it dawned on you that you were having sex with another man. Isn’t that what you’d call ‘gay sex’...?”

“We were having sex in a gay position, yes. But we weren’t attracted to each other so it couldn’t have been proper gay sex, could it?”

Suppressing a smile, I said, “Well, it would depend on whether there’s an exact definition of when anal sex between two men is ‘gay’ or not.”

“In any case,” he went on, not really listening to what I’d said. “We took turns on each other. Gay guys only like it one way or the other, don’t they?”

This time I was unable to hide my smile. “I think some gay guys like a bit of variety.”

“Well, the point is that we weren’t doing it out of attraction for each other. We were doing it because we were tense as fuck after an awful climb. It was a way of getting some relief – no different to wanking.”

“Okay. I accept what you’re saying. But how did your wife find out about what you were doing?”

“Like I told you at the start, I had to go and open my big mouth.”

I was surprised. “You told her about it?”

He shrugged. “You have to realise that I’ve always thought what Culley and I did together was a natural thing for two guys with normal sex drives to do together while they were away from their wives. I know not all climbers would take it as far as we have, but most guys don’t climb with the same guy – their best friend – for so many years.

“So, while I’ve always treated the subject as taboo, I suppose I assumed that Sarah knew what was going on between me and Culley. I guess it’s like going to the toilet or whatever: you don’t talk about it, but everyone knows you do it.”

I nodded. “So how did you mention it?”

“She said something about me climaxing pretty quickly one night and I made a joke that my backside wished Culley had that problem.”

“Oh.”

“She became hysterical. Started chucking stuff then locked herself in the spare room.”

I was thinking, “This is not the time to smile, Sebastian. This really is not the time...”

He went on, “She said she wanted a divorce. I tried to explain how it is to her: how lonely we get in the tent and how there’s no love or even lust in it, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“That was a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yeah. She’s calmed down a bit but she insisted I come and talk to you. I think she expected you’d give me an AIDS test, to be honest.”

“Since neither you nor Mr Culley seem to be promiscuous, I don’t think there’d be any point in that.”

He nodded. “So do you think, like she does, that what I’ve done is ‘unnatural’?”

I smiled. “Of course I don’t. I think, to be honest, that you’re lucky to have such a deep and trusting relationship with another straight guy. I kind of envy you...”

This time he was the one raise his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes. I’ve never had such an intimate friendship with another guy over such long period. I suppose I’ve got my brother, but that’s kind of different. You shouldn’t feel guilty about what’s naturally developed between the two of you, Steven.”

He nodded. “I’m glad you’ve said that. These last couple of weeks, I’ve been feeling like the two of us have been really dirty together; that we’re a couple of perverts or something.”

“Do you think maybe your wife would be prepared to come and see me? It might be useful for her to talk to an independent person and for me to try and explain things from your side medically.”

He looked quizzical. “Medically?”

I nodded. “Female sexuality is far more complex than male sexuality. In most women, sex is intimately bound with emotional feelings – historically, it goes back to finding the right mate to produce children with. In men, the two things are quite separate and an orgasm can be a purely physical release involving no emotional attachment whatsoever.”

Steven nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! It would be good for her to hear that from a doctor.”

I smiled and he stood up. Towering over my desk he said, “I’ll talk to her about it and we’ll make an appointment. How soon are you free?”

“I’ll tell reception to give Sarah MacAlister priority when she calls. She can see me in my lunch break if needs be.”

He smiled and nodded gratefully before shaking my hand and leaving the room.

Unfortunately, reception received no calls from anyone called Sarah MacAlister and I never saw Steven again. Perhaps his chat with me gave him enough evidence to persuade her that his relationship with Tim Culley posed no threat to their marriage. Or perhaps she refused to pay me a visit and went ahead with the divorce.

However things turned out, I hope he’s still climbing mountains with Tim Culley.

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