Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 19:58:31 -0500
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Connoisseur's Feast Part 5 - A Secret Audience & Epilogue

 A Connoisseur's Feast Part5 -A Secret
Audience

by blondeallover@hotmail.com

The following is a fantasy about sexual activities involving a cyber
friend and myself. The usual disclaimers apply. This is an erotic story
meant to titillate and arouse its readers.
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On the second day, melancholy was rearing its ugly head, as we prepared
our hike back to the SUV, so ending our excursion of diverse pleasures.
Suddenly, we thought we heard a loud moan. We stopped in our tracks, ears
arched in the silent wilderness. Bob surmised it might have been a hawk,
but before continuing on, we heard a softer and lower pitched groan. This
was followed by two loud grunts almost in unison. Bob turned to me
holding his forefinger up to pursed lips. Noiselessly he started to take
off his shoes and signaled me to do the same. Stealthily, we trotted off
the trail on to another path of slight incline for about fifty yards,
where a consistent grunting noise was getting louder. Suddenly we could
see ahead to a small clearing. I could make out two human figures by a
solitary aspen at a distance of about another 40 yards. Adjusting my
eyes, it appeared that they could be two naked men. Bob, signaled me to
drop my shoes and backpack and prepare to remove my binoculars from my
case. We stood by a small spruce that could shield us from discovery.
Training our visual aids in that general direction, my initial perception
was accurate as we spied on two very slender men, naked as `jay birds'.
Their clothes and backpacks were separately neatly set aside. They were
not stick like in that they both revealed lanky musculature, but wore
scrappy short-cropped hair as to be almost `skinhead'. I estimated them
to be in their mid to late twenties and both roughly 6'. One was sitting
on the ground facing us, sucking the cock of his companion in profile.
The cocksucker was also fully erect. Unlike his companion, his face
revealed a short trimmed goatee. Glints of sun betrayed that they both
had multiple piercings about the ears. The cocksucker probably was
adorned with a pierced left nipple. They both sported a number of
tattoos. The cocksucker had one at his hip almost encroaching into the
pubic zone. The recipient had a large one at the small of his back,
spreading over the rise of his right ass cheek. I estimated both their
cocks to be 7 - 7.5" cut. The cocksucker was generally straight; the
recipient had a slight arch about his shaft and his glans bent down. They
both had thick dark man bushes out of proportion with their overall
constitutions. This encounter was a remarkable bonus for our excursion
already replete with carnal extravagance. We signaled each other with
thumbs up and enthusiastic expressions for stumbling into our unwitting
performers. Within seconds after being resolved to perch us in witness
to this open-air event, the recipient's cock was removed from the mouth
of his attendant. The seated man still grasping his companion's
throbbing pillar, the two of them exchanged words too softly to be
intelligible to us. Suddenly he stood and kissed his companion fully on
the lips, grasping their two cocks together. The passion of the kiss was
intense enough for exchange of tongues to be visible to us.

The lively feelings of tingling and heat began to mingle about my male
nether regions after having been so dormant in our earlier sadness. My
spirits and protuberance were lifted to tent joyfully against the hiking
shorts that concealed it. The bearded man followed his companion up to
the trunk of the tree, his hands stroking his waist and hips the full
distance, their undiminished cocks bobbing about. The man who had been
recipient bent over at the waist at roughly a horizontal angle, reaching
for the tree trunk to support his posture. He spread thin legs, knees
slightly bent, giving us a good view of the low hanging sac that
contained proportionately small orbs of his sexual offerings. His arched
cock flinched and twitched about perhaps in anticipation of his
companion's advances. The angle of the sun being directly on both of
them, I thought I could detect occasional drips of excitation drooling
from the ends of both their ready ramrods. The bearded man who had so
contentedly mouthed intimate contacts on his companion's arousal now
stood directly behind him carefully scrutinizing how he could take best
advantage of his friend's new gait. Both his hands caressing and
fondling the scrawny ass of the bent man, he suddenly lowered himself on
his knees so that he was nearly at eye level with the other man's
posterior. Carefully fingering and spreading ass cheeks, he just as
suddenly buries his face into the other man's exposed rear end. Nose and
mouth become almost invisible to me, presumably attentive to the opening
of his companion's anal canal as movement about his jaw and cheeks
suggest some oral manipulations directed at those parts. Just as I
consider angling my binocular location to the now recipient of posterior
services, I hear a distant throaty moan. Upon adjustment, his face just
inches from the tree trunk reveals an extreme grimace of clenched teeth
and furrowed brow. Because he was in no way restrained and made no effort
to alter his stance, I had to deduce that these were expressions of
ecstatic physical pleasure. His mouth returned to a gaping pose and his
eyes began to assume a glaze, as if he were not looking at any particular
object. Occasionally he would lower his head below his shoulders, as if
to evaluate the temperament of his twitching aroused sex. As such, he
would continue to utter quick grunts and groans. I contemplated arising
to position myself where I would be able to view at a more direct angle
the physiological parts and organs and the manner that they were being
attended that caused the bent over recipient such surmounting raptures.
Not wanting to interrupt such a magnetic show of lustful activity, I
stayed put. Angling my visual device to see the servicing companion, by
now his glistening wet fingers writhed about the center of his lover's
posterior. One appeared to have penetrated that orifice up to the
knuckle, the recipient's ass now appearing to sway some and reverse back
into the digits of flesh and bone that cavorted about there. The middle
finger in penetration started to stroke deeper in and out and then the
forefinger adjacent to it started applying pressure to the rim of the
cavity to allow itself entry. The tissue about the invaded sphincter must
have given away, for they both were stroking clasped together in unison.
And such it was also with the forefinger of the other hand. The man with
the fingers had removed his other hand and placed his forefinger in his
mouth. Judging from the movements of his cheek, he must have carefully
licked on a substantial blanket of wetness before returning it to his
friend's ass. The practitioner's forefinger would counterstroke the
movements of the two fingers on the other hand, rendering even louder
moans from the recipient.

By now, I could no longer ignore the urgency and inflammation that this
spectacularly mesmerizing performance was stimulating beneath my shorts
and about my jock strap. My lower torso demanded attention. Zipping down
and removing whatever other inhibitions of fabric, I removed my turgid
throbbing male parts, now damp with their own effluences to enjoy the
warm sun and be swept by the graceful breezes of the summer afternoon. I
looked over to my trail mate and he too had withdrawn his swelled
arousal. Great minds think alike! His of course was the most statuesque
of all present company. Any normal application of autoeroticism to suit
the situation was completely impractical now. Any pleasing strokes that
we would apply to our throbbing cocks would jilt the tools that enabled
us such an irresistible view. In order to remain focused as diligent
voyeurs, the best we could do was apply squeezes and tiny strokes about
our tender demanding flesh.

By now the bearded man had stood up, one of his hands about the crack of
his partner's ass at all times. With his other hand, he spits on his
finger and slathers his cock with his own saliva. He then bends over to
view the underside of his companion. Still bent over as well, he reaches
underneath with his free hand to the end of his lover's cock and
digitally robs him of the excitement juices spewing from the pee hole,
the lover's nut sac languidly draped over his forearm. Pulling his arm
back, the bearded man straightens up and applies the moisture collected
on the palm of hand and fingers and applies that to the head and shaft of
his cock as well. He then spreads his legs slightly and with his free
hand he lines the end of his mushroom top like knobby headed large glans
to the crack of his lover's ass, still spread open by the fingers of his
other hand. In one quick movement of his hips, he pressures this cock end
against the ass of his companion. The bent over man about to be impaled
clings desperately to the tree wincing, "ahhhoooo". They both step
about unsteadily, for this first effort at breach appears to have failed.
The bearded man takes one step back, having let go of his cock; he
returns his fingers to his mouth applying more saliva to them. He then
has both hands back at his lover's ass and appears to be applying the
newly derived liquids about the crack. He steps back in place, cock in
hand, presumably ready for another attempt. This time, he applies
pressure with his flexed hips at the strategic point without
interruption, his hands tightly about the waist of the lover whom he was
invading. "Ugghhaaaaaahhhhh!!" The loudest moan yet. We could see the
substantial dickhead of the bearded man was now buried in the orifice of
his friend. The stiff barrier had given way. Not moving for a few
seconds, the bearded man speaks something unintelligible to his
penetrated lover. Bent over and clinging about the tree in seeming
desperation, he responds by nodding up and down with emphasis. This is
the signal for his impaler to begin stroking the ass tunnel with deeper
thrusts. They both begin uttering audible grunts. The recipient picks up
his head and distinctly yells "harder!" The bearded man increases the
pace in and out of his lover. By now his strokes are deep enough to
thrust his hilt against his companion's ass. His inordinately thick man
bush is cramming the ass cheeks and his own low hanging balls are
slapping into the sac of the recipient. The ass propped up by all the
steady pummeling is raised in a manner that the invading party must begin
to undulate his exceedingly narrow sinuous hips in order to retain the
frantic pace of stroking. At the maximum depth of each thrust, both
performers utter throaty grunts and groans emanating from their very
viscera. Both lovers now look about, open-mouthed, trance like
expressions, lost in a haze of euphoric delirium.

In the clandestine audience, populated by two peeping toms, the
binoculars could well have become surgically planted extensions from our
eye sockets. Completely overwhelmed in fascination, an earthquake could
not have wrested those aids away from our faces. We could not lose one
second of the breath taking explicit renderings before us, normally
conducted in discretion and privacy.

The gritty thrustings during the most intimate of human couplings
ravishes the bowels of the recipient, finally stimulating him to a
turbulent climax. His stretched cock bobs up and down like the baton of a
frantic orchestra conductor. At its high point it throbs and squirts out
a long streak of sun dazzled jism, much of which strikes the trunk of the
tree he clings to. "Arrrrrgggghhhhh," he groans in his ecstasy. Before
he concludes his groan, his fuck buddy begins one. Completely withdrawing
his cock from the doubtlessly tight tunnel that housed it, he grabs it
giving it one pressured sweeping stroke, shooting out his own first
streak of joy juice on the back of his mate now lost in the throes of
physical passion. While most of the invader's spasms in ejaculation,
discharged about the small of his mate's back and upper ass, the
penetrated remained bent over; his over excited cock still flinching up
and down in wide sweeps, ever smaller portions of liquid climax spewing
from his pee hole. After a minute, they collapsed, rolled over to meet
each other, and clung together in intimate embrace.

As an old saying goes, the fat lady had sung. We were now free to drop
the artifices required for our observation and attend to our own urgent
needs of male physical release. Watching Bob intently stroke about his
awesome phallus, I required less than a half dozen strokes to force the
tension and sweet heat of my loins through my groin, the base of my dick,
the shaft of my cock, and finally released through my expanded pee hole
in a splash of warm white earthily aromatic liquid. Resting for a minute,
we slowly and surreptitiously gathered our effects. Again, aspiring to
Indian style grace, we retreated in attempted silence, but when looking
back, I noticed that we must have made some noise to alert them of our
presence. They both were still on the ground but had covered themselves
with clothes, distressingly looking about the terrain, presumably to
discern the source of the noise.

Back on the main trail, we excitedly celebrated our good fortune by
recounting our impressions of what we saw. We laughed and joked, accusing
each other of comically lewd responses. "I saw you with those binoculars
glued to your face", my trail mate uttered accusingly. "Your cock was
bouncing around under your little shorts, I thought you were going to cum
right then and there. I nearly wrecked the whole show. I was going to
shout out, 'Blonde, whip it out man. Let it loose!' Then you finally had
the sense to remove the damn thing on your own."

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Epilogue

In the SUV, when my excursion friend drove me back to the ranch that
evening he was despondent. He tried to think up an account of our social
exchange, radically different from actuality to recount to his
girlfriend. "Anne, least of all, should know little about what really
went on." I suggested he tell her that I kept asking about the ranch
routine and inquired about my uncle's business. This was partly true. He
told me that he thinks Anne might have enjoyed the unexpected intrusion
on the gay sex, but he believes it was much more fun to watch it with me.
We both laughed as we tried to imagine what her reaction would have been
to his follow-up bout of masturbatory frenzy. Before reaching the long
drive on the ranch grounds when there was no other traffic, he slowed
down the car, and kissed me full on the lips. Before we opened any
vehicular doors at the ranch house, we embraced in a warm hug, unobserved
in the night darkness.

Just as I had alerted Bob, the remainder of the week was absorbed in
close consultation with my uncle. I was carefully demonstrating to him
the software operation and explaining how his business data integrated
with its design and operation. I had given Bob my web based e-mail
address, so he was able to send me messages describing how he was
relating to his girlfriend and what he decided to tell her about me. As
expected, he wrote that he missed me and especially missed my attentions
to his sensation hungry cock. I elaborated on a topic I had already
discussed during one of our nude evenings together. I explained that many
different `personals' web-sites could be researched where he would be
matched with any number of willing and ready cocksuckers just about
anywhere in the country.

The next Saturday afternoon, I had my little car packed and ready for my
return home. I planned my departure to coincide with Bob's conclusion
from work for the weekend. He rode with me as far as in town. "I don't
want to meet up with just any cocksucker. I want a blond who will be
fanatical about it like you." I told him when I returned home, we would
refine our search to seek out just the right cock man. We hugged many
times as I pulled into the parking lot of his rustic landscaped apartment
building. He pleaded with me to make plans to return as soon as I could.
"Blonde, I promise you that I will do the best I can to find a swimming
hole before you come back. I may have to search pretty far a field, but I
promise it will be a swimming hole we both would enjoy."

That is my story: the story of my favorite conquest. I hope you are now
convinced that I am a connoisseur of cock. On this occasion, I was able
to savor a connoisseur's feast.
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