Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 02:04:59 -0700
From: borischen <borischen@zoho.com>
Subject: camping in kentucky 8

Chapter Eight.

On that last day before Thanksgiving I was working on a new project to
evaluate a wax we use to protect our tires since so many of them sit
outside all their lifespan. The sun's UV light and ozone in our atmosphere
could be their biggest preventable enemy, and at a per piece cost of nearly
$55,000 for the larger ones what I was doing was important. I had fifteen
samples of wax to evaluate as possible replacement for our current supplier
who announced a 35% cost increase next year.

Wax slowly bleeds out of all tires over time forming a protective coating,
we call that `blooming.' It was normal to put wax in about every kind of
tire, our concerns were one of cost and performance plus it had to work
with our computer controlled Banbury rubber mixer.

I worked through lunch then past the end of my shift. I was so busy I
barely noticed the time, suddenly it was 4pm! I literally ran across the
factory to my car, most of the parking lot was already empty. I raced home,
shower took about two hundred seconds, shaved when I was driving home, got
on my new camo gear and ran back out to my car, my gear already in the
trunk. I think I hit 55mph on some surface streets driving to his place as
fast as I could. Twenty minutes later I rolled into the mobile home park
about eighty minutes late but Lee never said a thing. He didn't even look
mad.

The shadows from trees and buildings already looked long since we're only a
month from the shortest day of the year. It was still nice out. When we got
into the truck after shaking hands on the sidewalk the first topic of
conversation was the weather. Lee said they forecast rain, possibly storms
for Friday night, right now it's Wednesday evening. I apologized and
explained my lateness, he didn't seem to care. It's that hill country laid
back attitude.

I packed a poncho, rain hat, and was wearing actual boots this time,
something like he was wearing. We headed for the street, then for the
interstate, then south to Kentucky, He had his headlights turned on before
we left the Dayton metro area. Luckily he knows the way really well since
he grew up here.

We got to the parking spot after 7:30pm, it was dark out. Still nice
temperatures here with lots of stars twinkling overhead maybe sixty
degrees-ish. The weeds were brown and falling over, mostly the place looked
the same as last time, just less green. The walkway around the fire pit was
covered in dead brown leaves, just like the tent area.

Lee grabbed an old steel rake that leaned against a tree near the firing
line that stood there with a few shovels and one axe. He made a quick trip
around the circle raking up most of the leaves into several piles up
against the outer ring of large rocks, then set them on fire.

The trees helped trap the smoke but I love the way burning leaves smell in
the fall. By 8pm our tents were up, my lantern was going, I had my headband
light on, my GPS was running so I could fix this spot for later use, and
Lee was gone in search of firewood while I heated water.

I heard the sound of something dragging and turned to see him appear from
the dark in the direction of the firing range targets pulling two decent
size dead tree limbs, right over the rocks and onto the fire pit. The water
was ready to make our meals. We both started at the same time. I had beef
stroganoff, he had chicken, and sliced veggies.

The clearing was mostly lit by my small gas lantern, it illuminated the
first row of trees, parts of the fire pit which was raised in the center,
then dissipated towards the ten meter target stand. When he pulled the limb
into the clearing it was neat to watch him emerge from the darkness into
the lantern light from the waist-up as he walked right over the two rows of
large rocks that ringed the fire pit. The bottom of the fire pit is higher
than the walkway surrounding it. I imagined him doing it with no shirt on.

We talked about work and rumors they hear on the production floor about
raises and staffing changes.

Like last time Lee walked over near his tent with the remaining hot water
and gave himself a sponge bath after stripping to his undies. I watched
without hiding my interest this time.

Lee went inside his tent emerging with a toothbrush, paste and a cup of
water. Standing where he took the sponge bath he did his teeth then turned
to face me holding out the rest of the water offering it to me. Taking off
at a run I dashed inside my tent to get mine and did the same thing. When I
was done I turned around but Lee had disappeared with no trace so I sat
back down briefly.

The place was dead quiet. I could hear some airplanes way up in the sky and
an occasional bird sound but that was it. I could almost hear my heart
beating. Finally I got up for my tent, climbed-in and zippered it up.

I turned around, switched-on the small LED flashlight I got hanging from
the mesh cargo nets built into the upper sides of the tent, actually I got
three of them hanging. Lee was in my tent on my sleeping bag laying on his
side with a smile patting the spot right next to him, just like last
time. This time he had no clothes on and had his arm on his side to show
off his entire front side. I instantly started to get turned on as I
stumbled to quickly shed all my clothes. Almost got mad at myself after how
long it took to unlace and remove my boots.

By the time I got my stuff off, tossed into the corner of the tent I was
starting to get hard. Reaching for the only light source, I paused briefly
to see him smile while checking me out from head to toe, semi-erect boner
pointing right at him. I paused so he could see my wares, then killed the
light taking a spot right by him.

This time we laid in the same direction, both of us naked, inches apart, me
on my back, him on his side facing me. Luckily there was plenty of room. I
laid my arms by my sides.

I felt his hand gently come to rest in the center of my chest, I took in a
deep breath then tried to relax. In my mind I visualized exactly where my
bathroom kit sat and where inside it were my condoms and lube. His hand
slid down to my stomach, one finger sneaking a quick trip into my belly
button, my whole body flinched like a mild shock hit me, I chuckled at
myself.

"Huh?" He said.

"Nothing. I was just laughing at myself, nothing really." He never replied.

His hand then went further south until the side of his hand encountered the
base of my dick, which was hard and hot and laying off at an angle. Then he
headed north again for my chest where he rubbed all the way across my chest
stopping to strum my nips then feel my chin and ears, hair, cheek, then
back to my chest and stomach where he seemed to get stuck at my belly
button again.

My belly button is one of those really wide things but very shallow with a
mostly smooth bottom. It's just a smooth curve from stomach down to the
bottom and back up the other side. I shave all the hair off my belly but
leave some of my pubes, I do trim them short. My chest and armpits are also
shaved smooth just like my face, so my belly feels like a girls. I really
love a woman's tummy but hate jewelry down there since just the plain belly
button is a thing of beauty that no jewelry can improve.

My entire body flinched again when Lee leaned over placing a kiss on my
stomach then started tongue fucking my secret spot, he licked out my
shallow pit and all around it, then moved up briefly to my hardening inch
diameter flat nips then laid a line of kisses down to my dick which was
hot, hard, and dripping like the faucet in my mom's kitchen.

In no time he took me in his mouth and licked up all the pre-come then
started working on the sides like a Popsicle. I groaned in ecstasy. He has
a fantastic tongue. It sent electric charges down my entire body, made me
jerk involuntarily. He stopped.

"No, it's fine. I can't help it. It feels so good my body just does that,
consider it a compliment for your technique." I whispered.

"Whatever dude, it's kinda weird. Just sayin." He never let go of my boner
and went right back to licking my Popsicle shaft. I wished I could bottle
and sell whatever the hell he was doing with my dick. If the tent hadn't
been dark right now I could see how he was doing that so I might return the
same quality service. OMG did that make me want to scream or grip the sides
of his skull really hard, my body was suddenly flushed with boundless
energy and pleasure, like the strongest drugs I sampled in high school, all
taken at once. Can't describe the feeling beyond extremely stimulating,
warm and pleasurable. But holy wow!

Something wet splashed in my face but I had no idea, I swiped it off with
my finger and stuck it in my mouth, it was salty and oily tasting. Oh my
God, either I was coming without feeling any orgasm start or he was. Then a
second later it happened again, and again, all on my face or my neck. Lee
stopped what he was doing.

It was really weird, just then when my dick was laying on my stomach it
started having an orgasm with nobody touching it, first time in my life
that ever happened. He did something really weird to it. I laid there
feeling a mechanical like orgasm fire shooting semen all over my stomach,
it rocked my body it contracted so hard, it almost hurt it was so
intense. Lee slowly slid his hand up the side of my chest to my head then
leaned his entire body into the side of mine, pressing his face into the
side of mine, his hand across my chest, stopping his fingers at my left tit
to gently massage it with his fingertips while he laid a series of tiny
kisses on my upper chest, neck, jaw, then by my left ear and up into my
hair, then laid his face into the side of mine in an almost romantic moment
of soft caresses and passion.

This was not something I expected from Lee. I was more expecting a rough
and tumble, bend me over and fuck-me-hard-from-behind kinda guy, not some
hillbilly looking and sounding dude leaning into me and making almost like
love moves with me. We'd never kissed, I never considered him kissing me or
me kissing him. Right then I wondered if we were seconds away from going
there too.

But it stopped at that.

I was covered in jizz and sweat and the stink of two guy bodies laying on
my nice new sleeping bag in a tent with absolutely no air moving. I was
hot, sweaty, thirsty, tired and still horny and wanting more.

"Change spots." He softly mumbled then turned over laying on his back by my
side. I laid my left arm over on top of his body just to confirm that we
weren't done, nor are we takin' much of a break.

I got to my knees, found the package of baby wipes and cleaned up my front
side. I also switched on my tiny LED flashlight which hung from a string in
the corner of my dome tent.  ---- Lee was on his back staring at the
ceiling of my tent, he turned with a smile to see what I was doing. For all
I knew he would have let me do him still covered in jizz, but I was more
concerned about obvious stains on my new $240 sleeping bag!

In less than thirty seconds I was cleaned up, shut off the light and gently
slipping into a spot right next to Lee. This time I laid down on my side
facing him. I'd been looking forward to having this time with his body.

I reached over with my right hand landing on his far left shoulder, sliding
my hand across his upper chest. He felt warm and smooth. I felt his chest
slowly rise and fall as he seemed to be making himself relax. Under my palm
I could feel some of the thin hairs he had growing on his chest. Lee had a
patch of hair in the center of his chest and a few stray hairs around his
nips but aside from his tummy he was not a very hairy guy, I shave all mine
off anyway. I liked the way he felt. I leaned over just long enough to
tough my lips to his upper arm which was smooth as silk and kinda firm, I
wanted more.

Slowly, my passes got lower on his chest eventually my palms were sliding
across his woman sized flatish nipples. I know my wording is wrong, a woman
calls only the fleshy button in the center of hers as being the nipple the
rest being called the areola. On guys the whole thing is called the
nipple. Lee's were inverted but only the tiny tip in the center. If he was
a woman he'd find the first few days of breastfeeding to be a challenge,
but he's a guy. Anyway, his are flat, follow the shape of his chest. His
boobs do stick out a bit giving them the look of mounds, his chest is oddly
shaped but great for playing with.

Eventually I got my fingertips on his tits and massaged them gently one at
a time. His are as smooth as the most expensive silk. If you're gentle
enough they won't get hard, just like mine, gentle is better.

My hand made it to his tummy where there's a crop of black hairs, kinda
coarse. Passing over his belly button I repeatedly stuck my pinky finger
down deep inside hoping not to encounter cheese or anything gross. He
mostly seemed to be a very clean person, like me.  Call that some built-in
hillbilly prejudice. Lee only spoke like one, never acted like one around
me.

I quickened my slide downwards towards the promised land grasping his rock
hard hot dick in my hand, slowly stroking it base to head. His was straight
and hard, he was above average in size, larger than me, my guess was he was
about seven inches long and big enough around that I could barely touch my
opposed gripping finger tips. It crossed my mind that his may be a real
challenge to take inside me. Challenge = (pain + blood) - lube is how a
chemist would express it.

Luckily I have a large tapered butt plug in my shower kit in the corner of
the tent.

Leaning over I took the head in my mouth, barely. I don't remember him
being this large last time I saw it laying on his belly. Anyway I could
only take about four inches in my mouth before it made me gag. Then I
recalled in college my gag reflex being a relationship ender more than
once. One of the valuable lessons I learned at Kent State was I need a BF
with a dick that preferred stimulation towards the head, not the base.

As I nursed on his rod he put his hands on my head running his fingers into
my hair, I hoped he didn't plan on grabbing it like reins or something.

I slowly moved my head as I worked the end of his boner until my mouth got
too sore. I tasted the waves of pre-cum leak inside my mouth, salty but not
bitter, not much flavor really, just like mine.

This was my barometer for how well I was working him, the more he leaked in
my mouth the more his brain liked what I was doing since he only moaned and
never spoke. It's been many years since I last seriously worked anyone's
dick.

During my mouth break I licked the sides and piss slit like he did on mine,
a human Popsicle. To me it was just like dick worship. It was so nice
feeling the sides of his dick rub across my lips, tongue, and nose. It was
juicy and hot, I was totally in my own little world. Inside my tent it was
nearly totally dark. Outside the noise of nature, bats chirping, insects
chirping, the wind in the leafless trees softly roaring it's never ending
song of white noise.

Now I just stroked him by hand, same way I do mine, just the last few
inches, a firm grip, palm over the piss slit, gentle but firm. I could feel
him flex his groin muscles as my stroke worked just the right spots. Lee
was humming quietly with increasing tone. I felt his butt muscles clench
and go limp. His hips started to buck and the angle of his pelvis changed
like he was trying to fuck my hand which was trying to fuck him at the same
time. We were now moving in unison, him humping back against my down
stroke.

His grunts changed as the sides of his mouth opened. I could smell sweat
and lots of pre-jizz that was dripping off my thumb.

When I felt his thigh muscles go totally tight I rammed my mouth on the
head of his dick sliding my hand down to his balls which were drawn up
tight into the firing position.

He shot hard against the back of my mouth, three hit hard. I swallowed as
much as fast as I could. It oozed for a while. It was like shooting salty
warm whip-cream from the can into my mouth it filled so fast. I could feel
it dripping down my chin as the blow-by leaked all around my lips. It was
way too much to swallow at one time mostly because of the
thickness. Towards the end it got runny. The first few shots were as thick
as grape jelly.

His muscles slowly relaxed lowering his butt cheeks to my sleeping bag as
he slowly went limp. I stayed frozen briefly, then lowered the side of my
face to his warm soft belly. I felt his belly button hole against the side
of my face.

Something in my head briefly clicked and I felt a strong attraction for
him. This was not an act of animal lust, two horses fucking in the forest
unseen by mankind, this was an act of passion.

I laid there as still as I could, his head still against the roof of my
mouth, the bottom against my tongue. I was done swallowing. I remained
still as a statue. Lee had one hand on my shoulder, the other with his
fingers inserted into the hair on the side of my head, he slowly twitched
his fingers to gently scratch the top of my head. It spoke of affection,
appreciation, approval, and acceptance.

About three minutes later I gently let his half limp dick slip from my
mouth to his belly. I kept my head on his belly, he left his hands right
where they were. The very tip of his dick still gently pressed against my
lips where I placed a few tiny kisses.

I was on my sleeping mattress from the ribs on up, I think he was on the
sleeping bag only right next to me. We never moved after his orgasm. We
both fell asleep right there. First time in my life I used another man's
belly for a pillow.

----

I remember waking up during the night, getting up, taking my headband
flashlight and walking outside to piss then back to bed. This time I laid
on my bag and mattress right next to him, my back facing his right side.
Next thing I knew the sun was up and mother nature was calling again.

----

When I climbed out of the tent Lee was already up. He had hiked to the
river for a gallon of water and was ready for me to make hot water and lots
of coffee, first time he beat me at getting up. He looked really happy this
morning. I have no idea how he got out of my tent, climbing over me without
waking me up. I suspect he jogged or ran to the creek and back.

It was rather cool out this morning. No dew or fog by now, it was rather
dry out, darn near cold. I guessed it was low 50's outside. He had a
sweatshirt and jeans on. I dressed about the same.