Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 12:50:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Out of the Desert

Out of the Desert
By
Storyguy22


   The straight-as-an-arrow and seemingly endless ribbon of asphalt ahead
of me shimmered under the heat waves generated by the hot mid-day desert
sun. This being my umpteenth crossing of the Utah desert, I should have
known better than to make this long trek at mid-day, but what the hell, the
AC was blowing cold and steady and the CD player filled the cavernous motor
home with the soothing tones of George Strait as he crooned his latest
album titled "50 number ones."

   I was ferrying the motor home from its point of manufacture in Nebraska
to the dealership located in my Northern California hometown, a satisfying
part time endeavor that I had undertaken in lieu of a real job shortly
after I had been blessed with a substantial monetary inheritance from some
distant Uncle I had hardly even known. Why he had chosen me to bequeath his
impressive fortune to I had no clue, but I had been eternally grateful from
the very first day that my bank account had begun to reflect a very
respectable balance. The windfall had enabled me to walk away from the
corporate rat-race at the tender age of forty, and after a year of
dedicating myself to some extensive investment research aided by the
skillful talents of a highly respected, and very costly investment advisor,
I was pretty much set for life without needing to concern myself with where
my next meal might come from. The issue of my financial future settled, I
had soon grown bored and somewhat rudderless regarding my day to day life,
and I had thus found my way to the pastime of delivering motor homes from
America's heartland to the West coast.

   While the cross-country trips were somewhat on the lonely side, they did
provide enough variety of scenery and adventure to make it interesting, and
I had soon discovered that no two trips were ever the same, each crossing
giving some life and personality of its own. The solitude never really
bothered me given that I had been a bit of a loner most of my life. It was
a personality trait that lent itself well to my being a gay man who had
traditionally shunned any sort of real commitment to relationships,
preferring instead to just keep things of a romantic nature as simple as
possible as I strived to keep drama and confusion out of my life. I dated
some, mostly confined to a kind of friends with benefits level of
relationship, and the occasional one night stand sort of activity kept my
horns trimmed, and my personal life pretty much stress free. I had learned
early on, back in my high school days actually, that the committed gay life
style rarely worked out, and after suffering greatly when one of my early
relationships of a serious nature had gone sour, I vowed to never again
subject myself to that level of pain, and unhappiness. I was definitely a
subscriber to the KISS philosophy when it came to matters of sex and the
heart, to wit, Keep It Simple, Stupid.

   The motor home rolled effortlessly down a long hill, and then began to
lose speed as I made the long uphill pull that climbed out of the deep
swale in the desert floor, and as I crested the top of the hill, I was
surprised to see a hitchhiker in the distance. He was standing near the
edge of the shimmering pavement, and my first thought after the surprise of
seeing anyone out here in the middle of nowhere was how hot it must be
standing out there waiting for what generally amounted to about one vehicle
per hour passing along this remote stretch of hiway. As I shot past him I
noticed that the hitcher was a boy, or at least a young man, and I had to
chuckle at the expression of sheer desperation on his face, and the mock
prayer positioning of his hands as he actually bowed from the waist as I
went by him, an obvious pleading for me to stop for him. I quickly removed
my foot from the accelerator, and went for the brakes, steering the coach
toward the edge of the pavement as it slowly rolled to a stop some hundred
yards past he boy. I glanced into the right side mirror as I shifted to
reverse, and began backing up toward the kid as he jogged in my
direction. Our paths converged, and I stopped the motor home as he stumbled
to a stop at the passenger side door, huffing and sweating from his jog. He
pulled open the door, and looked up at me, a wide smile crossing his
handsome face as even rows of startling white teeth flashed into view.

   "Oh man, Mister...thanks...I am SO glad you stopped!" he panted.

   I returned the smile, and nodded as I replied,

   "I could hardly believe I actually saw you standing there...I thought at
first you had to be some kind of desert mirage or something...what the hell
are you doing out in this heat, and nothingness...?"

   He was getting his breath back to normal now, and he flashed me another
of those high wattage grins, as he shook his head, and answered,

   "I was ridding my dirt bike on those dunes way out there...and the
freaking thing just up and stopped running...I left my truck clear over on
the far side of dunes...way too far to walk in this heat...so I decided to
come this direction instead when I saw the hiway...it was closer, but still
a long-ass way to hike in this damned heat...!"

   "I bet...Jesus...it must be, like, over a hundred out there...well
anyway...climb up in here bud...and shut the damned door!" I told him.

   He pulled himself up into the cab, and settled into the high-back
captain's chair as he pulled his tee shirt over his head. While he used the
shirt to mop the sweat from his face, I seized the opportunity to check out
his lithe body, and trust me; I very much liked what I saw. He had one of
those swimmer kinds of builds, solid and lean while not being overly
muscled. His chest and stomach were smooth and well tanned, and I let my
gaze linger on the dark circles of his nipples. As he swabbed the back of
his neck with the shirt, the small tufts of hair at his underarms was
exposed, and I felt a sudden desire to lick that creamy skin, the scent of
his perspiration vivid in my imagination. He was wearing a pair of those
satiny basketball shorts, and the smooth material had gathered nicely in
his bulging lap, and I felt a flood of saliva inside my mouth as I imagined
the treasures that lurked there behind the silky cloth. Boxers or briefs, I
wondered fleetingly, and then I let my eyes drift down over his well
developed legs. They were, I noted, as smooth as his torso, the area from
knee to ankle showing a dusting of light colored fine hair. His feet were
ensconced in a pair of well worn tennis shoes and those ankle high socks,
and they appeared overly large for his body size, which made me wonder
briefly about the old adage regarding a connection between foot size, and
the male appendage.

   As he completed his hygienic efforts, I forced myself to stop perving
his body, and I shifted my gaze upward to meet his. In addition to a very
nice young body, I decided, he was as cute as he could be, his boyish good
looks enhanced by his sparkling smile, and his very blue eyes. I guessed
him to be about sixteen or seventeen, and I chastised myself for the sexual
connotation of my thoughts given our age difference. He smiled at me again,
and for the first time I noticed the deep caves of dimples that appeared in
his smooth cheeks when he grinned. I smiled back at him, and asked,

   "Feel better now...?...you actually don't look too much worse for wear
now that you are out of that heat."

   He nodded enthusiastically, and replied,

   "Yea, I'm good thanks...man...that AC sure feels awesome...!"

    I nodded my agreement, and as I turned my attention back to the hiway,
I managed to get the coach rolling again as I told the boy that there was
cold bottled water in the ice chest between our seats. He reached down to
open the chest, and when he came out with a bottle in his hand, he quickly
opened it, and all but drained the contents in one go. Settling back
against the seat, he exhaled loudly as he muttered,

    "Righteous...man, that is excellent...thanks!"

   I nodded, and as the next few miles swept under the motor home, we
covered the basics with regard to the logistics of where we were, and the
fact that the nearest town of any size was about 2 hours away. As fate
would have it, he had an Aunt and Uncle who lived there, so his getting
back to his disabled bike, and ultimately home, would not be an issue once
we reached there. Those issues being settled, our conversation shifted to a
more personal level, and I learned that his name was Scotty, and that he
was in fact the tender age of sixteen, though his seventeenth birthday
loomed just weeks away. Some gentle probing on my part revealed that he was
from a small high dessert town where he had lived his entire life, his
father being a manager of a large mining operation that pretty much kept
the small and desolate town alive.

   In accordance with his sheltered upbringing, he was pretty much unwise
in the ways of the world, and further gentle probing made it clear that his
social outlets were very much limited in the way that was typical of all
small towns, that is to say that in such environments everyone knew
everyone else's business, and as a result he had thus far been denied any
sort of sexual outlet save for the infrequent covert perusal of a limited
amount of internet searching of erotic websites. His parents, it seemed,
were more computer savvy than average, and much to his frustration they had
a more than adequate installation of net-nanny software which prevented him
from accessing the more explicit sites that were abundant on the World Wide
Web. His primary release for his pent up sexual pressures was a virile
imagination coupled with frequent masturbation, an outlet that was clearly
less than ultimate for a healthy sixteen year old boy, but, he grudgingly
admitted, jerking off was better than nothing at all. Agreeing, I told him,

   "Can't argue with that, Dude...I always kind of figured that's why God
made a guys arms long enough for his hands to reach his dick...and I bet
you have a great looking cock, too."

   He chuckled at my remark about arms length, and then he turned toward
me, a quizzical expression crossing his cute face. After contemplating my
comment a moment, he lifted his eyebrows into an arch as he let his
expression change over to one of coyness, and he said softly,

   "I guess it's...okay...nothing special..."

   I reached over and ruffled his soft hair as I told him,

   "No point in being modest, Scotty...like they say...if you got
it...flaunt it...and I'm betting that you definitely got it...in fact...I'd
really like to see it...!"

   A silence followed that lingered long enough that I started to worry I
had overstepped some line with that last comment. I was right on the verge
of offering some kind of apology when he swiveled his head toward me, and
kind of croaked,

   "You want to see my...cock...?...why...?"

   I released my breath, relief sweeping over me that he apparently wasn't
going to freak on me after all, and I nodded as I gave him a brief but
fully serious look, and replied, keeping my voice as even as possible,

   "Why...?...well, the truth is that I like cock a lot, Scotty...and it's
been a while since I've seen one as young and, I'm sure, special like
yours...but hey, if it's a major issue for you Dude...forget it."

   Another silence ensued, and from the corner of my eye I watched him
think about it as we rolled along. Finally, he gave a small shrug of his
shoulders, and then turned his face toward me and said very softly,

   "I don't know, man...seriously...I mean shit...you're a guy, you know?"

   I glanced at him, conceding the point as I replied,

   "Yea...so...?...you never showed another guy your cock before...?"

   He shook his head, then paused and said,

   "Well...in a way, I guess...I mean, like, gym class and stuff...and me
and some friends have been skinny dipping a few times...so yea...but not to
just, like, show it...you know...?..."

   I nodded my head, a quick visual of Scotty and his buddies all naked and
grab-assing in some pond, or creek, all those sweet teen cocks and balls
swinging around, and I shuddered slightly as I answered,

   "Well there you go then...not really a lot of difference the way I see
it...but hey...suit yourself."

   Another silent pause, and I felt my pulse pick up pace as he seemed to
reach some sort of conclusion. He looked over at me, and actually blushed a
little as he muttered,

   "I guess I can show it to you...it's a little weird, but I can do it, I
guess...you...um...aren't going to touch it or anything though, right...?"

   I made a solemn if wise-ass show of crossing my heart with my fingers as
I winked at him, and said,

   "Not if you don't want me to I won't..."

   He gave a curt nod, and then adjusted his position on the seat as his
hand dropped down to this crotch, and my heart rate slid toward the top of
the chart. I shifted my gaze back and forth from the arrow-straight hiway
to his crotch while he fumbled around with his shorts, hesitating again, so
to encourage him I told him,

   "Just slid those down, Scotty...take them right off, and let that bad
boy out..."

   He glanced at me, a boyish grin lifting the corners of his mouth as he
blushed some more, and released a nervous little giggle. His fingers
slipped quickly under the elastic band of the shorts, and as I gasped under
my breath, he tugged the shorts, and as it turned out, his briefs, right
down to his ankles. He sat back then, a loud sigh escaping his chest as he
closed his eyes, and dropped his hands nervously to his sides, opening his
treasures fully to my hungry gaze.

   My god, he was beautiful! While not especially large, his thick and well
shaped penis rested atop the plump pouch of his heavy balls, not yet hard,
but also not fully flaccid. He was neatly circumcised, the plum shaped head
a perfect knob at the end of his wide shaft, and I longed to lap at the
tiny slit that glistened wetly at its center. I gulped, my mouth suddenly
full of saliva, and then I said, my voice thick with lust,

   "Damn, Scotty...I knew it...its beautiful...you have a really beautiful
cock...and balls...damn...!"

   He shivered, his hand instinctively moving to grasp his cock as he began
to slowly toy with it, and I gulped again as it immediately began to
thicken, and rise off his sack. His eyes were still tightly shut, but he
was definitely warming to the event as he began to rhythmically stroke its
now nearly erect length. A few pumps into it, he passed his thumb across
the wide head, the oozing fluid there smearing over the purple hued knob as
he let out a small groan. Realizing that I had not actually promised to not
touch him, only if he objected, I reached over with a trembling hand, and
nudged his fist out of the way as I firmly gripped that rigid teen meat. I
stroked it, reveling in the amazing hardness that can only be achieved by
teen males, and I savored the silky warmth of it as it slid through my
fist. He shuddered strongly, and muttered,

   "Ah shit...you aren't supposed to touch me, man...Jeez...!"

   I chuckled, my thumb working that tiny little slit as I fisted the thick
shaft, and I told him, speaking the utter truth,

   "I just can't help myself Scotty...no way...it's just too perfect...God,
this feels so amazing...!"

   He shuddered again, his head nodding as he blurted,

   "Yea...for sure...I can't even believe how great that feels...way better
than touching it myself...oh man...!"

   My concentration was seriously shot to hell now, and I worried that I
might just crash the motor home as I diverted my full attention to the
beautiful boy cock that slid through my hand, and I said,

   "Scotty...take over here for a minute Dude...I need to get off the road
before we wreck the rig...then we can really get into some fun...!"

   As I reluctantly released his pulsing boyhood, he quickly grasped it
again, his fist resuming the steady pumping he had going on before while I
quickly scanned the terrain for a place to pull off the road. It was no
easy feat, trust me, with my eyes flickering between the road and the
delicious teen fisting his even more delicious cock beside me, but I
finally managed it, turning the motor home onto a dirt track leading away
from the paved road. A few yards off the hiway I stopped, and turned off
the motor as I returned my attention back to the flushed and panting
boy. He met my gaze, his creamy smooth cheeks flushed and glowing with his
mounting excitement as he flashed me a coy little smile, and said,

   "This is really weird...you watching me play with myself...!"

   "Really...? I replied, "I think it's totally hot...but hey...if it's
less weird for you, let me take over...!" and I reached for his rigid cock
once more.

   "OH my God...that's so weird too...but man...it feels amazing...!"

   I chuckled, savoring the silky hardness sliding through my grip, and I
leaned closer to him so my other hand could explore those heavy balls that
bulged between his smooth thighs. The position was awkward, and less than
optimum to be sure, so I let his treasures go long enough to pull myself
out of my seat, and scoot around the consol so that I ended up in the
expansive space of the coach's living room area. My agreement with the
dealership I delivered to was that I was not to disturb the interior of the
motor home during my trip, but I decided that sitting on the leather
ottoman would not constitute a violation of that agreement, so I pulled it
forward, and sat down on it. Releasing the lever at the base of Scotty's
seat, I swung it around on the swivel mount so that it faced the rear of
the coach and brought Scotty's pulsing boyhood just about to my eye
level. Much better, I decided, and I winked at him as I ran my fingers
lightly along his inner thighs until I reached his jewels. He shuddered,
and groaned softly as I again cupped his plump pouch in one hand and his
rampant erection in the other as I resumed my exploration of his impressive
equipment. He settled back in the seat, and splayed his legs, giving me all
the access to his cock and balls that I could ask for.

    Clearly he was enjoying this, weird or not, and I settled into a rhythm
of steady stroking as I toyed with his balls and inner thighs. His narrow
hips bucked back and forth to match my strokes, and I admired the sculpted
form of his rigid cock, as I told him,

   "You have a really beautiful cock, Scotty...and nice big balls too...I'm
betting they are going to give me a nice load of hot cum when the time
comes...is that right, Scotty...?...are these hot balls going to shoot a
nice big load for me...?..."

   "Oh God...yes...oh man...this is so amazing...feels so good...I'm for
sure gonna cum a ton...jeez...!" he hissed, his incredible blue eyes locked
onto my hands busy in his crotch.

   "Good boy,,,? I told him, "when did you shoot it last, Scotty...?...and
where...?...and how...?...talk to me, Scotty-boy...tell me all about
it...!"

   "Oh jeez...yea...it was, like, last Sunday...I faked not feeling good so
I got to stay home when the parents went to church...oh golly...do THAT
again...ohhhh...and so...I...uh...got all naked in my room...and...ohhh
man...laying on my bed...touching myself...all over...so hard...ohhh
man...!" He muttered, his head rolling on the high back seat as his
excitement grew.

   "Oh yea...nice...I can imagine how hot you looked...naked and
hard...rolling around on your bed while you touched
yourself...everywhere...hot...!"

   He stiffened suddenly, his hips thrusting against my grip, and I watched
the tiny slit of his dark cock head ooze forth a tear-drop of clear
fluid. Fearing he might cum, I stopped stroking his throbbing meat and just
squeezed the shaft firmly as he settled down again, a loud sigh escaping
his lungs. I leaned in, and extended my tongue, and then swiped away that
sweet nectar that had oozed from his overheated balls, and he shuddered
strongly at the contact of my tongue with his sensitive cock head. The
slightly acrid taste of his juices brought my taste buds to life, and I
pulled his rigid stalk forward as I leaned in, and ran my tongue all over
the knob of his cock while I continued to squeeze his shaft and roll his
tender balls in my fingers.

   "OHHhhh jeez...!" he barked, and I chuckled, and then licked his swollen
knob some more, looking up at him so that he could clearly see my tongue
working over his leaking head.

   "Damn...you're...licking...my cock...oh man...oh God...!"

   "Uh-hum..." I mumbled, and let my flicking tongue trail down the length
of his cock before I licked all over his crinkled scrotum, pushing at his
balls with my tongue.

   He tensed up; his legs reflexively going wider as I tongue washed his
heavy pouch, and then carefully captured each tender nugget inside my
mouth. The scent of him was making me light headed, a heady mixture of pure
young boy, and the lingering perspiration from his dessert trek, and I
sucked his balls with abandon, alternating between them. Scotty emitted a
steady cadence of low moans and groans, and I felt his rigid shaft pulsing
in my grip, and I backed off his balls then, and ran my tongue up the
length of his cock until I once more took the plum shaped head between my
lips. I sucked firmly, my tongue-tip stabbing at his leaking slit as
another burst of his tart flavor washed over my taste buds.

   "OH God...oh...oh...oh...it's too much...I'm on fire...jeez...so
amazing...!" he chanted, his breathing ragged and shallow.

   His hips had begun a steady humping, his wide cock pumping in and out of
my drooling mouth, and I let him take over as I closed my mouth firmly
around his stalk as he began fucking my mouth. I tasted his steadily
flowing precum, and I tugged at his balls as he picked up the pace of his
thrusting. He was on the edge, I was sure of it, and I suddenly had a sense
of mixed emotions with part of me eager to have his pulsing boyhood explode
and flood my mouth with his creamy essence while another part of me wanted
to witness the eruption as it occurred, visualizing thick streamers of his
boy-honey arching into the air and splattering everywhere. While my
frenzied mind struggled with which of those equally tantalizing events I
wanted the most, Scotty made the choice for me, his rampant erection
suddenly bucking inside my mouth, and then spewing forth repeated bursts of
warm, thick nectar.

   As the first of several ejaculations flooded my already full mouth, I
gulped reflexively, relishing the sensation of the slick warm honey sliding
down my throat as another, and another, and then another equally voluminous
offering took its place. I actually thought he was never going to stop as I
struggled to keep pace with his powerful spewing. Each forceful spurt of
cum was accented by a sharp grunt from Scotty, his slender body racked with
spasms as his balls drained their pent up contents until at last he was
spent, and he sagged weakly against the seat, deep gasps of ragged breath
raveling his lungs as he slid along the downside of his powerful orgasm. I
swallowed down the last of his tasty offering, and then lifted my head off
his rapidly wilting boyhood, and looked up at his stunned face. I grinned,
making a show of swiping my tongue over my lips as I savored the lingering
aftertaste of his discharge, and he flashed a shy expression as his cute
face turned a crimson shade. I winked at him, and he shook his head side to
side as he stared back at me, his expression one of incredulity.

   "Yikes...I can't even believe it...that was...well...the most amazing
thing that has ever happened to me...man...totally freaking amazing...you
are really something else...!"

   I chuckled, rubbing along the inside of his silky thighs and gently
caressing his now very lose balls, and I replied,

   "Excellent...and you are pretty much amazing yourself,
Scotty...really...I don't think I have ever experienced so much cum
before...and every drop of it was delicious, too...you are definitely the
best desert mirage I have ever been blessed to encounter!"

   He giggled, his cute facing gong redder still as he shuddered strongly
and said,

   "Yea...?...well...I can't tell you how happy I am that my dirt bike
stopped running now...and that I decided to walk out to the hiway...!"

   "Now that I completely agree with, Scotty-boy...and you know...in about
six weeks or so I will be crossing this piece of hiway again...so, you
know, if you happen to be in the neighborhood...well...!"

   He laughed, nodding his head as he raised his hand for a high-five which
I returned, and he said,

   "Count on my being around, Dude...you can definitely count on me...!"

The End
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