Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2014 15:57:42 -0500
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay Rafting IV

			    GAY RAFTING TRIP IV

 Partner number six was named Tim. Hyperkinetic. Never still, infectious
laugh, bright, college professor and a cock that always seemed to point at
the sky. Always, all through the trip. You'd think it would get sore. He
was the only other uncut guy on the trip and it was a healthy eight incher
with no glans visible under the hood. I'd never tasted an uncircumcised
pecker and I was eager to try one. He was an old hand but said he enjoyed a
hoodie a lot - they all tasted different and he wanted to suck mine
tonight.

 The river was magnificent, we were singing a lot. Filthy limericks
included. The one that got the biggest laugh was: From a crypt in the
depths of St. Giles,

                       Rose a scream that resounded for miles,
                       Oh my good gracious,
                       Had Father Ignatius,
                       Forgotten the Bishop has piles?

 Partner # 1, the good Father, was perhaps the most amused.

 The singing went on after dinner. Maybe because the trip was close to the
end but the beer intake was hefty, the guys went around the group telling
stories and the mood was jolly when we sacked out for the night. The plan
was to do a 69 simultaneous suck and Tim wanted his fanny finger
fucked. That sounded good to me too. Tim had some Vaseline and we greased
up a forefinger and found each other's poop chutes. We'd both had plenty of
sex in the week and that was a blessing which made for unhurried
pleasure. I'd learned a lot about fellatio since we got on the river and
Tim probably knew plenty before the trip began so the cocksucking was
delicious both to give and receive. The finger massaging my prostate felt
awesome too. Tim wanted to swallow my load but I wanted to watch him
squirt. When he warned me he was about to pop, I turned on my flashlight
and lifted my head off his cock. His foreskin was pulled back over the
coronal groove and I just tickled the tip of his tool with the tip of my
tongue. His first spurt shot all over the lower half of my face but I
pulled away quickly and was able to watch the rest of his ejaculation. His
stream of cum was thin in diameter but thick in substance and taste. I
counted seven healthy shots before his organ stopped playing.

        He went back to work on me and his finger flicking around in my
rectum was beyond awesome. I was plenty cranked up from my sucking and was
getting too close to cumming too fast so I asked him to take it easy. His
finger kept working but his tongue began a lazy very slow circle of my
glans which was now bare, his having pulled my foreskin back to my coronal
groove. I don't think there's anything I like better than that ascent to
ejaculatory inevitability, except for the orgasm itself, and this time it
was prolonged sweet agony until POW! The man juice squirting through my
cock was pure ecstasy, and Tim's mouth working to swallow my load was a new
and wonderful experience as the jizz kept squirting through my dick. I was
finally empty and I had to laugh when he lifted his head off my softening
organ with a wide grin, a thin string of cum dribbling down his chin. "I'm
sort of sorry I couldn't watch that because the way it tickled the back of
my throat, you must be quite a squirter.", he said.

   The last day on the river was rather quiet. Probably the guys felt like
I did, sorry to be finishing such a great experience and getting nostalgic
before the curtain fell. Pete was more relaxed than on our first day. He
had made his decision about the future and seemed quite comfortable with
it. His priorities began with the care of his mother since he was her only
source of support.  Oh, and by the way, he was hooked on hard cocks and
that did not mix well with being an active Catholic priest.

          Dinner was outstanding with another cake and after dinner one of
the guides produced a banjo and they did some singing and worked on
polishing off the beer supply since there would be no opportunity to do so
the next morning. They were both sporting boners by the time they got their
sleeping bags laid out. This time Peter wanted Don's nine incher up his can
and Don thought a good fucking would be a fine finale for the trip. Don won
the coin toss and elected to receive. On his back, knees pulled up he
directed Pete's cockhead into his rosebud. Peter started out slow and
gentle but the pace picked up and finally he was slamming his cock into
Don's fanny with each stroke. Finally with a grunt, balls to the wall Don
felt the holy scepter throb in his rectum and Pete finally relaxed. The
rubber had a nice collection of semen and Don upended it and swallowed the
lot. Yummy, even with the slightly rubbery taste.

        Don entered him easily. Had Pete had a bit of stretching in the
past week? Pretty cranked up from his fucking, he did the ages old in and
out slowly because he didn't want this last sexual experience of the trip
to end prematurely. Pete asked him to pull out before he came because he
wanted to watch the milky fountain of life squirt again. Slow he went but
his cock was getting very sensitive and his glans rubbing against the walls
of Pete's rectum, even through the rubber, brought him too soon to the edge
of the orgasmic cliff. He pulled out, peeled off the condom and Pete
started stroking his wildly swollen dickhead with just thumb and
forefinger. The sweet agony of ejaculatory inevitability mounted and then
CRACK! The urgent wad of semen zzzzzzipped through his organ and Pete
watched it spurt over and over, two and three feet through the air to soak
Don's sleeping bag. "Amazing.", said Pete. "It really is true, the more
frequently you ejaculate, the more semen you squirt. I guess it's a
throwback to our animal ancestry when we had to be able to really pound our
mate when she was in heat."

      They lay cuddled on the gooey sleeping bag and fell into an exhausted
sleep. It was a helluva rafting trip.

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