Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 07:00:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Canyon Hike

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
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	"I think that this is your best bet," the ranger said, jabbing his
finger at the contoured lines on his topo map.  "Powell Plateau.  All of
the more accessible trails are already permitted out for overnights, and it
just isn't worth it to try to wait for a cancellation.  Frankly, this is
one of my favorite places in the park, anyway.  Not too many people, a
couple of water sources, and the elevation is high enough that you won't
roast, except for down in this saddle."

	I glanced at my partner Billy to try to gauge his reaction.  "What
do you think?"

	He shrugged.  "I told you we should have gotten permits earlier."

	I turned back to the ranger, whose nametag identified him as Clark.
He was probably in his mid-twenties, with those all-American, big,
strapping good looks that come complete with a strong, dimpled chin; thick,
dark brown hair; and a suit of armor made of solid muscle that nicely
filled out his government issue National Park Service uniform.  I mused
that he would be a good guy to have around in the wilderness, or maybe
anyplace else.  "So are there any views over there?"

	Clark laughed.  "I don't think there's a place in the whole park
where there aren't views!  I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."
Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a smaller trail map that detailed
that particular quadrant of the park.  "I'll share a little secret with
you.  After you climb up out of the saddle and onto the plateau, you'll go
maybe 100 yards down the trail before you get to a big outcropping of
limestone.  The main path goes left, but you want to go up and over the
rocks.  On the other side there's a cairn that marks a short path taking
you out here."  He indicated a spot on the map.  "That's where you want to
set up camp.  You've got a tremendous view, and there's a path that drops
down about a hundred feet below the rim to the best water source around, a
secret little waterfall that drops down into a stream.  I was just there a
couple of days ago, and it's still running strong enough you can even sort
of take a shower, or at the very least cool off.  This trail's not in any
of the official guides.  It's sort of our little secret among the rangers
in the know."

	After weighing all of our options, the choice seemed clear.  "Well,
I guess you've sold us," I said.  "Can we do two nights out there?"

	"No problem.  Just fill out this form and you'll be set."

	Billy wandered back outside while I took care of the paperwork and
procured the necessary maps.  I was ready to go in less than five minutes.

	"Just don't forget to attach the permit to one of your backpacks,"
Clark said.  "When the rangers can't see it, they get a little bent out of
shape.  Oh, by the way," he said as I turned to leave.  "Nice T-shirt."

	I looked down at my navy t-shirt, which sported a small HRC logo on
the pocket.

	"Thanks," I said smiling.

	Clark winked and started to say something, but just at that moment
an out-of-shape, out-of-place typical American family on vacation tumbled
through the screen door, and he once again had to politely serve the
tax-paying public, even the idiots who don't know their ass from a hole in
the ground.  Being in somewhat of a hurry to get underway, I decided not to
wait and pursue his comment.  Instead, I just waved and went outside to
collect Billy and hit the trail.

	Maybe four hours later, after a bone jarring ride down a ghost of a
dirt road, a steep hike down into the saddle that separated the main rim of
the Grand Canyon from the Powell Plateau, and a punishing climb in the heat
of the day back up the trail, we crested the rise that announced our
arrival onto the forested plateau.  Looking back, the view was spectacular.
Everywhere I turned, the effects of wind, water, and millennial time were
on display, in the form of a stark landscape that defies description by
words or pictures.  I looked over at Billy and grinned.

	"We're a long way from home, Billy boy."

	He leaned over and snaked his tongue into my mouth.  "I'm not
worried," he said.  "I brought everything I need with me."

	Clark's directions were flawless, and before long we pulled into
the prettiest campsite I've ever claimed.  Behind us, a dense stand of
Douglas firs and ponderosa pine created a whispering green backdrop.  In
front of us, the earth opened up monumentally into the abyss of a vast side
canyon.  It was enough to take my breath away.  We quickly located a flat
spot for the tent, immediately adjacent to a giant slab of stone that was
still bathed in sunlight.  After setting up camp, Billy went to investigate
the water source while I stretched out on the rough, sand-colored surface
of the rock monolith that dominated our temporary home.  The stored heat of
the day radiated through my body, relaxing my muscles and lulling me into a
state of near hypnosis.  I didn't even open my eyes when Billy returned and
stretched out beside me.

	"Did you fill the water bottles?" I murmured sleepily.

	"To the rim." We just lay there quietly before Billy spoke again.
"God, will you look at that sky?  We're gonna have some amazing stars
tonight."

	"Maybe even a few fireworks," I said as I slipped my hand under his
t-shirt.  I was tempted to follow the trail of blond hairs southward,
through the waistband of his shorts before plunging into his white Jockeys,
which were no doubt still damp from the strenuous hike.  Instead, however,
I drifted the other way, rolling the tips of my fingers over his rippled
stomach before coming to rest in the thicket of golden hair that covered
his tanned pecs.  We just dozed like that for a few minutes before I
started to tease first one nipple and then the other.  To this day, Billy
loves having his tits played with, and it didn't take much of it before he
was quite noticeably tenting his shorts.

	"You keep that up," he said, "and I'm not going to have any choice
but to let you fuck me, right here in the open."

	"Did you bring lube with you?"

	"I told you I brought everything I need."

	Things were about to get very interesting in our little corner of
the Canyon, but wouldn't you know, right at that moment I distinctly heard
the sounds of boots crunching on the path.  I reared up and looked back at
the woods just in time to see a solitary hiker emerging from the trees.

	"Hey!" he called, waving at us.  "Sweet spot you've got here.  Any
room for another tent?"

	"Great," Billy groaned under his breath.  "Company."

	"Yeah, I guess so," I called out to our new visitor.

	"Cool! "  He walked over to us.  "My name's Scott," he said,
dropping his pack and reaching for one of his water bottles.

	"I'm Patrick, and the ugly one's Billy," I said, gesturing at my
handsome boyfriend, who responded by flipping me off.

	"Nice to meet you."  Scott skinned off his perspiration-soaked
T-shirt before tilting up his water bottle.  He drank deeply, clearly
relishing the liquid refreshment after the long, hot hike from the
trailhead.  While he was preoccupied, I gave him a quick once over, taking
in his nice muscles that bulged in all the right places, his naturally
smooth torso, and the slightly devilish expression on his handsome face.  I
found myself wanting to reach out and touch the little tuft of brown hairs
that sprouted just below his lower lip.

	The three of us lounged around for a few minutes on our big, flat
rock, comparing hiking stories, but eventually Scott announced that he
needed to set up camp.  While he unpacked some gear and put up his tent,
and unfortunately put on a fresh T-shirt, Billy and I got our stove going
and made dinner.  I offered to let Scott use our Whisperlite, so that he
wouldn't have to bother setting his own stove up, and we shared the water
that Billy had collected down at the source.  Before long, the three of us
were comfortably seated, enjoying some simple food that, thanks to the
setting, tasted like a five course meal.  The dinner hour is my favorite
time of day when I'm backpacking.  Nothing beats relaxing with good buds in
the wilderness, surrounded by Nature, watching the sun go down and waiting
for the first stars to flicker on.  Even though we didn't really know
Scott, he seemed to be totally cool and laid back.

	After we were done eating, I strolled over to my backpack and
retrieved my old silver flask, which had belonged to my grandfather.  As
always, I had taken care to fill it with a nice bourbon before packing it
in with the rest of my essential gear.

	"Anybody else want a nightcap?" I asked.  Neither Billy nor Scott
would turn down an offer like that, and the three of us passed around the
flask a couple of times.  I was feeling quite mellow and rooted in place,
thanks to the effects of the long hike, the good food, the company, and the
warming alcohol.  Eventually, though, Nature called, and I hoisted myself
up to go pee.

	The sun was just starting to slip below the distant horizon, and
the Canyon was filling up with broad brushstrokes of purple, pink, and
blue.  It was probably the best view I've ever had while taking a leak.

	I was about ready to shake and tuck back in when I heard footsteps
approaching from our campsite.  I twisted my head and saw Scott walking up
to a spot right next to me.  He smiled at me as he unzipped and fished
inside for his cock.

	"Not a bad view, is it?"

	"You got that right.  You've really got to see it to believe it,
don't you?"

	Of course, we were talking about the incredible vista that rolled
as far as the eye could see in every direction, but I couldn't help
thinking that my statement could just as easily apply to Scott's very large
dick.  Now, I have no complaints about my own size, or Billy's for that
matter; we are both comfortably above average, judging from my personal
experience.  But if Scott's soft penis was any indication of his erect
dimensions, he was truly blessed.  I realized in that instant that I'd
better stow my own equipment pretty fast, because just the sight of that
long, fat, drooping organ was going to make me spring an unbelievable
boner.  As Scott continued to piss, I turned my head to the east while
tucking myself back in.

	"Looks like we're going to get a full moon tonight," I said, spying
the fingernail tip of the luminous disc poking above the horizon.

	"Yeah, it'll be almost light as day."

	I could hear the volume of his stream of pee slowly peter out, and
he finally shook off the last few remaining drops before carefully tucking
himself back through the fly of his shorts.  I cleared my throat, probably
a little nervously, as we walked back in the direction of our camp.

	"So," I said, "not much to do but wait for the stars to come out."

	"Oh, I don't know.  I suppose I could think of a couple of things.
If you're with the right person, there's lots of possibilities."

	Something about his tone made my ears prick up.  "Yeah, I suppose
you're right."  I was silent until we rejoined Billy back at the campsite.
"So Billy," I said, "we were just trying to figure out what to do until the
stars come out.  Any suggestions?"

	Before Billy could say anything, Scott spoke up.  "I bet if I
weren't here, you two wouldn't have any problem figuring out how to keep
yourselves entertained."

	Billy laughed.  "It's sure never been a problem before."

	Scott apparently decided he was ready to cut to the chase.  "So,
have you guys ever invited a lonely hiker into your private entertainment?"

	Neither Billy nor I said anything immediately, but after a pregnant
pause I spoke up.  "You know Scott, I don't think we've ever had the
opportunity.  But I suppose there's a first time for everything.  What do
you think, Billy?"

	To be perfectly honest, I didn't know exactly how Billy would react
to our new friend's pretty direct proposal.  We had been together for
almost three years and had never had a three-way, though we had talked
about it a couple of times.  I don't think that either of us had any
complaints about our sex life together, but it is true that variety is the
spice of life.  I sat there with bated breath and waited for my boyfriend
to respond.

	"I think that this is going to me a pretty memorable trip," he
said, leaning over and kissing me before slipping his hand under Scott's
t-shirt.

	Slowly, deliberately, the three of us started to explore each
other's bodies.  Seeking a comfortable spot, we soon moved over to the big
stone slab that jutted out of the earth.  The smooth surface still radiated
the heat that it had absorbed from the sun's penetrating rays.  As Billy
helped Scott pull his T-shirt off, I positioned myself behind my boyfriend
and helped him to skin his own shirt off as well.  Leaning forward and
placing my lips and tongue on the back of Billy's neck, I sucked at the
salty residue of our hike.  The taste was delicious and primitive, and it
made me hungry for every square inch of his masculine, sexy body.  I
wrapped my arms around him and allowed my hands to roam up and down, back
and forth, across his muscled torso, revisiting the terrain that I knew so
well.  More than once I encountered Scott's hands, which were similarly
exploring my boyfriend's naked chest and stomach.

	Each of us continued to shed clothing until we were all totally
naked.  Even though I had seen a preview of Scott's equipment, I wasn't
really prepared for the monster that was revealed when his shorts came
down, and Billy reacted by letting out a long, low whistle before he moved
in for a taste.  For a while Scott was content to just lay back and let us
get down to business, licking and sucking at his shaft, popping his fat
cockhead into our mouths, struggling to take him down to the root.  Both
Billy and I quickly worked up a completely voracious appetite for this
swollen cock, and our lips met as we simultaneously wrapped our mouths
around the shaft, which was as big around as my wrist.  As we sucked, I
used my fingers to rake through Scott's neat patch of pubic hair and to
roam across his smooth muscles, while Billy stroked and tugged at our new
friend's heavy balls.

	Once he was ready to change positions, Scott eased us off of him,
got up onto his knees, and once more guided Billy's mouth onto his fat
prick, which jutted angrily out from his groin.  "You ready to get sucked?"
he asked, looking over at me.

	Was I ever.  Standing up, I straddled Billy and placed my cock
right in front of Scott's mouth.

	"Fuck yeah," he grunted before leaning in to take my cockhead
between his lips.  At first he was content just to nurse on my leaking
bulb, but after a bit his lips began to travel down my hard shaft, all the
while sliding his tongue back and forth across the underside.  His warm,
moist mouth felt just awesome, and he didn't stop inhaling in more of my
cock until his nose was nestled in my pubes and I could feel the little
tuft of hair under his bottom lip tickling my balls.  I ran my fingers
through his short, brown hair and just held on, keeping him in that
position for a minute, my cock buried to the hilt in his hot mouth.  My
body was positively vibrating with intense feelings, as the warm, dry
breeze blowing across my skin somehow amplified the pulsating signals from
my dick.  I'm pretty sure that every hair on my body was standing
completely on end.

	As I started to pump into Scott's mouth, I glanced down to check on
Billy, who was still sucking away.  I think that his jaw had gone
completely slack in order to accommodate Scott's incredible thickness, but
his enthusiasm had not wavered a bit.  I saw that my boyfriend had started
to finger his ass, which led me to believe that he was hoping to try to
squeeze this enormous prick into a different hole.  Frankly, I wasn't
terribly surprised; Billy has always been a pretty enthusiastic bottom, and
it would have been surprising if he had passed up the opportunity to give
Scott's big dick a try.  My only concern was that we needed to get Billy
warmed up enough so that Scott wouldn't tear his asshole wide open on the
way in.

	I pulled my cock out of Scott's mouth and leaned down to kiss him.
After out tongues wrestled a little bit ,I put my lips up against his ear.

	"I think that my boyfriend wants you to fuck him.  Are you up for
it?"

	"Shit yeah."

	Extricating myself from our tangle of body parts, I went to Billy's
backpack, rooted around a bit, and quickly found the bottle of lube.  As I
walked back to our rock slab, where Scott and Billy were totally
illuminated by the pale moonlight, I looked up at the canopy of stars that
twinkled overhead.  What a night.

	Stepping behind Billy, I lightly ran my finger through the crack of
his ass, causing him to raise his butt up higher, inviting me to probe his
hole.  I smeared a generous amount of the slippery lubricant across the
tight pucker of flesh before wiggling one finger inside.  Billy groaned
even as he continued to suck Scott's dick.  Pretty soon I had worked a
couple of fingers inside, and I gently pushed and probed against the walls
of the chute that I knew so well, pressing this and that spot that I knew
would get a rise out of my sexy partner.  With my other hand I reached
around and jacked his cock, which was dripping with his own slick precum.

	As soon as I was satisfied that Billy was loose enough, I suggested
that Scott might want to join me at Billy's butt.

	"You want me to show you how he likes to get fucked?" I asked.

	Scott stared at Billy's clenching hole.  "Man, I'm guessing you're
the expert.  Show me what you know, and then I'll take over."

	I squeezed some lube onto first my cock, and then Scott's.

	"The most important thing to remember," I said as I parked myself
right at Billy's backdoor, "is that he likes to be teased a little."  I
poked gently through, just my tip, and Billy groaned.  "Maybe poke inside
like this, and then pull back out."

	As I withdrew my cock, Billy instinctively pushed back, his ass
seeking what it had just lost.  Back and forth, in and out, I poked through
the swollen folds of tissue, until my boyfriend was positively whimpering
and desperate to be completely impaled.

	"This way," I said, "he won't whine when you finally do this."  In
one long stroke, I plunged in to the hilt, driving my entire cock past
Billy's hidden, inner door.

	"Ohhh, fuck," he gasped.  "Fuck yeah, just fill me up."

	Billy's ass was hot, slick and tight, and I couldn't resist fucking
him for a couple of dozen strokes.  The whole point, though, was to get
Scott's dick in there, so eventually I pulled out.

	"OK, guy, you're up." I said.

	He had a look of intense concentration on his face as he took up
his position and put his hands on Billy's hips.  Now, I'm plenty thick, but
my guess was that Scott's dick was at least an inch fatter, so I thought
that Billy's hole might fight back just a little.  Indeed, when Scott
pushed forward, a shudder went through my boyfriend's body as a very large
cockhead took up temporary residence in his rectum.

	"In," Scott said, "and out." He popped back out of Billy's ass.
"In. . . and out."

	He kept that up for long enough that I thought my boyfriend was
abso-fucking-lutely going to lose it.  I was hard as a rock just from
watching; I think I would have shot immediately if I had even touched my
cock.  Finally, though, Scott poked all the way through and just kept
sinking inch after inch of his shaft inside.  As Billy's guts were filled
up with more and more meat, he began to emit a low, guttural groan that
continued to build in intensity.  Finally, Scott had buried his entire dick
in my boyfriend's stretched ass.  As he paused, no doubt trying to give
Billy an opportunity to adjust to the terms of this invasion, I scooted
around to give my sexy boyfriend a kiss.

	"You are so fucking sexy," I said.  "He's all the way in, and I've
never seen a butt that's as fucking hot as yours."

	"Unnnh," he groaned as Scott started to stroke.

I put my mouth right on Billy's and exhaled deeply into his mouth, sharing
our breath.  I was tempted to have him suck me while he was getting fucked,
but my curiosity to see Scott's enormous cock pumping his hole finally got
the better of me, and I moved back around to get a good view.  It was a
truly sexy sight.  In the pale moonlight, Scott's thick, glistening shaft
looked almost otherworldly as it stroked in and out.  On each stroke,
Billy's stretched ring of flesh clung desperately to the relentless
invader, while Scott's big, heavy balls slapped against Billy's.

	I think that I would have eventually come just from watching, if
Scott had fucked for long enough.  Fortunately or not, though, he was human
and could only take so much.  As he neared his orgasm, all patience ceased
and he began to accelerate his strokes, just fucking the shit out of my
boyfriend's abused hole.  I didn't know how much more of this Billy could
take, but he was a complete trooper as he rocked back to meet Scott's
thrusts, further ratcheting up the stimulation.  Finally, Scott reached up
and grabbed Billy's shoulders as he simultaneously pumped in, all the way
to the root.  Letting out a very loud whoop, he held himself in there as he
injected what was no doubt a monster load of spunk deep into my boyfriend's
guts.

	"Jesus H. Christ," he gasped.  "That's just too fucking much."

Slowly, very slowly, he began to withdraw from the tunnel that encased his
cock.  By that point, I was getting impatient, so I pretty directly helped
to pull him out and push him out of the way.  Reaching around to grab hold
of Billy's knob, in one fell swoop I pushed deep inside of him.  Frankly,
his ass had never felt like that before. Boiling hot, loose, slick and
velvety, it was just awesome.  Literally seconds before, every square inch
of his canal had been in contact with Scott's monster dick, and just the
thought of that was enough to push me over the edge.  It took only about a
dozen strokes before I was pumping out the load of the century, and so was
Billy.

	"Fuck yeah," Scott said as he watched both of us writhe in the most
delicious possible agony.  "Shoot those loads."

	Words were not particularly necessary after what we had just gone
through, and the three of us lay sprawled on the stone monolith that we had
just used for the best al fresco sex I'd ever had.  Finally, though, Scott
spoke up.

	"You know, my buddy Clark told me this afternoon that I'd really
like to set up my tent here, but he wouldn't tell me why.  Now I think I
know."

	"You mean you know the guy back at the ranger station?" I asked.

	"Yeah, we fool around from time to time, especially when we go
camping together.  He's going to try to join me out here tomorrow night, so
you guys might want to stick around."

	And that's exactly what we did.  But that would be another
story. . .

TO BE CONTINUED??