Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2004 15:09:47 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com> Subject: A Grand Canyon Hike, Part Two Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then read no further. If you have any feedback or encouragement, feel free to drop me a line at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com. (That's how authors know there are readers out there.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Note: this chapter assumes that the reader has read part one of the story.) As the starry canopy twinkled overhead, the pale, luminous moon rose higher in the sky, and the warm dry wind whispered its way through the trees and across the stark landscape, our thoughts began to turn to sleep. Although it was tempting to try to squeeze all three of us into our two-man tent, Billy and I sent Scott off to sleep by himself. Illuminated by a small battery powered lantern, we zipped our bags together, as always, and slipped naked into the warm pouch. There was no need to zip our bags completely up, despite the inevitable chill that would descend on the high, arid plateau; our combined body heat would generate more than enough warmth to keep us snug. Frankly, I was pretty tired after all of the physical exertion of the day, and night, but that didn't stop me from rolling around a bit with Billy. Both of us had newly revived erections, and it didn't take long before we were lying on our sides, facing each other and rubbing them together. Using my thumb and forefinger, I gripped our heads together, enabling me to slide them back and forth. Both of us were leaking enough precum that there was just the right amount of friction. As I frigged our cocks in tandem, Billy first slipped his tongue into my mouth and then tugged at my hard nipple. After a couple of minutes I pulled my mouth off of Billy's. "Did you like it when Scott fucked you?" I whispered in his ear. "It felt fucking amazing. I'm pretty sure his cock's the biggest thing I've ever had up my ass." "I knew you could handle it." "Did you like watching him fuck me?" I shifted my position slightly and began to stroke the whole length of our shafts together. "Your asshole was so fucking hot. I swear to God, it was stretched tight as a drum. I couldn't wait to fuck you myself after he was done. I got so turned on when I felt his big load of cum up your butt." Billy's hand slipped around my butt and wormed its way through the crack of my ass until he found my own rosebud of puckered flesh. My breathing picked up involuntarily as he began to trace his way around the fringe of sparse hairs, and I lifted up my leg a bit to give him better access. "What would you think if I said I wanted to watch him fuck you?" Billy asked as his finger started to wiggle through the tight opening. "Maybe I want to watch that big dick fill you up, too. Do you think you could take that?" The combination of Billy's insistent forefinger and the sensation of our slippery cocks sliding against each other was starting to get me really hot and bothered. The added freight of thinking about Scott's monster dick pumping into my ass, filling my guts until they were about ready to burst, was almost enough to cause my oversexed brain to jump the tracks. I guess that I started to make enough noise to attract attention, because before long a flashlight beam shone from Scott's tent, illuminating our silhouette in the darkness. "Oh, fuck yeah," I said. "I want that big bone up my butt. I'm gonna ride that prick until I can't fucking take it anymore." At this point Billy took charge, rolling me onto my back, enabling him to start humping his cock against mine, while he rubbed the blond hair that covered his chest against my smooth pecs. He began to suck and lick at my right ear, driving me crazy, even while he whispered how he was going to put Scott's dick into my ass, and watch it stretch my hole until I was wide open, and suck the cum right out of my balls while I was being fucked like I'd never been fucked before. I don't know who was getting into this more, Billy or me. Looking up through the sheer mesh in the roof of our tent (we hadn't bothered with the rain fly, so we could have a view), I imagined that Scott standing there, plainly visible in the pale moonlight, jacking his giant cock as he watched us messing around. As he pulled on his hard-on and twisted his fingers around the flared ridge that defined the boundary between his cockhead and shaft, he was listening to Billy tell me how hard I was going to cum when I was being fucked up one side and down the other. Reaching down to where my groin made contact with Billy's, I could feel that his balls were absolutely hard as rocks and ready to shoot, and all I had to do was slip my finger into his own well-used ass before his hot spunk spurted all over my cock. Barely missing a beat, as soon as his orgasm started to subside, he scooted down and eagerly slurped his fresh cum right off of my quivering dick, before taking me completely into his mouth. There was absolutely no way I could defend against the unbelievable sensation of his mouth, and before I knew it I was greedily shooting a geyser down his throat. Time slowed down, space receded, the lines between the past, present and future, and the here and now, all blurred, vibrating with the energy that only an orgasm releases. The only thing that brought me back was the sound of Scott's deep, guttural groan coming from his tent, maybe ten feet away. First silence, and then he called over. "I thought you two were going to bed," he said. "We are in bed," Billy called back. "We got started talking about how Patrick wants you to fuck him tomorrow, and I guess one thing led to another." There was a pause before Scott replied. "Well, it sounds like I'd better get some rest, then. See you two horny guys in the morning." With that, he zipped up his tent window, and Billy and I once more curled up next to each other. Soon we were all fast asleep. The next day dawned brilliantly, and before long the sun's rays were heating up our tent, prompting Billy and me to crawl out into the open. Scott soon followed, and we just stood around for a few minutes, bare-ass naked, taking in the breathtaking view, and occasionally grabbing at each other's bobbing morning wood. I have to say, Scott's big dick was even more impressive in the full light of day, and I began to have second thoughts about whether I should let him fuck me. But that was going to be for later, in any case. All three of us agreed that we wanted to strike out early to explore the plateau, so we (somewhat reluctantly) put on some clothes and got busy preparing breakfast and our provisions for the rest of the day. Before too long, we were ready to hit the trail. The hike was truly awesome. We spent a fair amount of time bushwhacking through the forest, but it was all worth it when we got the occasional views, as we skirted the rim of the plateau. The Grand Canyon is an environment that just defies description, by either words or pictures. Being in the company of a couple of good buds, one old and one new, made it even better. By the time we straggled back into our camp, late in the afternoon, we were hot, dusty, tired, and ready to exchange our boots for sandals, but ultimately satisfied. I suppose that there was also an undercurrent of sexual electricity in the air; all three of us knew that the evening held some interesting possibilities, especially if Scott's ranger friend Clark did indeed show up. Scott, Billy and I had spent the whole day grabbing each other's crotches, and each time one of us hauled our his dick to take a leak, it was at least semi-hard. There was very little doubt that sex was in the air. The three of us were just sitting there with our shirts off, kicking back on our big flat rock, thinking about dropping down the adjacent trail to the little waterfall below and cooling off a bit, when a familiar figure emerged from the forest. "Dude," Scott called, smiling and waving. Clark waved back and made his way over to us. "Hey, I see you guys found each other." He turned to Billy and me. "I hope you don't mind me sending Scott out here. I just figured there was plenty of room for another tent." Billy laughed. "I sure as hell don't mind, and neither does my butt. Are there any more big-dicked hikers on the way?" Clark winked at Scott. "What did I tell you, big guy? It sounds like you owe me, big time." Scott grabbed his crotch. "And I'm ready to pay you back, big time." Billy piped up. "We were just going down to the waterfall to cool off a little. You want to join us?" "I don't mind if I do," Clark replied. "Just let me find some sandals." The waterfall was only a short hike down a narrow trail, maybe one hundred feet below the rim of the plateau. At that point in the season, it still had about as much flow as a bathroom shower. In another month it would probably be dry. The contrast between the dry, dusty heat of the air and the cool, refreshing water was truly delicious, and all four of us eagerly stripped off our shorts so we could rinse our naked bodies. There was only a limited amount of space under the water, and the four of us did a fair amount of jostling to try to claim a greater share of the cool refreshment. Because there wasn't any real mystery about how the rest of the day and night were going to develop, none of us made any attempt to hide our obvious erections, or to avoid contact with each other's bodies. More than once I found myself bump up against Clark's solid frame, bouncing my own cock against his uncut fireplug. I guess that eventually he just decided that he'd had enough of this posturing. Moving swiftly, he grabbed me and pulled me up against his tanned, muscular chest, which was covered with a scattering of dark hairs. "You want a piece of this," he jokingly challenged me through gritted teeth. I reached down and rolled his tight, trim foreskin back, exposing his purple bulb. "Maybe I want a piece of this," I replied before pressing my mouth against his. I wrapped my arms around him and held on as we humped against each other, creating enough friction to throw off some really intense sparks. It didn't take long before my mouth was watering at the thought of sucking on his uncut meat, and I slowly crawled down his torso with my lips. Squatting in front of this extremely sexy park ranger, I started by nuzzling around his cock and balls, which protruded heavily from his dark thatch of pubic hair. I have always been a sucker (literally) for an uncut cock, and his was truly delicious. There's just something totally bone-raising about the hot, acrid smell of sex that they emanate. In a flash, I inhaled the whole thing and got down to some serious cock-sucking. Although his cock was not unusually long, its circumference was probably about the same as its length, so I had to stretch my lips wide to accommodate its size. As I sucked, I stroked his heavy balls, which were suspended in a cloud of dark hairs. It didn't take long before Clark and I had set up a rhythm, and he began to pump in and out of my mouth as I rocked back and forth. On each stroke, I used my lips to manipulate his foreskin over his hard cock, which seemed to really get him going. I would have used a hand to simultaneously jack him off, but I needed to hold on to his hips to maintain my balance as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I was vaguely aware of Scott and Billy messing around a few feet to my left, but frankly I wasn't paying too much attention to them. Until, that is, they broke off their fun and came over to where I was nursing on Clark's ranger dick. "OK, buddy," Scott growled playfully, "you've been hogging that mouth long enough. It's my turn now." Pushing up against his muscular friend, Scott thrust his monster dick and low-hanging, smooth balls right into my face, almost demanding immediate oral attention. It really was more than I could ignore, and almost without missing a beat I shifted my sucking over to him. Given Scott's size, I can't say it wasn't a challenge to deal with his huge cock, but I was so horny that there was no way I was going to admit I wasn't up to whatever he threw my way. Squatting down in the spray of the waterfall, in front of these two very handsome and sexy guys, I just completely gave myself over to every instinctive, primitive idea that I could generate. I don't think that anything could have pulled me away from these men. I wanted that moment to go on forever, especially when Billy got down into my crotch and began to suck me off. And it did go on, and on, water spraying down over us, a breeze blowing across our bodies, cocks thrusting this way and that, taut balls stroked. Scott and Clark pressed their mouths together and began to explore with their tongues, as they grabbed each other's cocks and pumped them in their fists while I sucked and licked and thrust my own prick into Billy's mouth, and then I could feel that first electric shock of orgasm quiver through my arms and legs, building into a concentrated wave of raw energy that radiated out of my pulsating, squirting cock. As I literally erupted, I could simultaneously feel my face and chest being drenched with a spray of hot cum, and I opened my eyes to see both Scott and Clark hosing me down. I guess that it goes without saying that we had a tremendous shower, but it was really only the appetizer to what proved to be a truly memorable evening. After dinner, which I can safely say we needed to replenish our energy, we watched the sun slip below the horizon as we gradually slipped out of the clothes that we had put on after our fun at the waterfall. Completely naked, the rest of the world receded and our focus narrowed to our completely uninhibited foursome. It is hard to remember the exact sequence of events, because a kind of sexual fever descended upon me, probably upon all of us. All I know is that hands move over flesh, cocks slip past lips and over tongues, fingers probe assholes, teeth scrape against nipples, a fat cockhead pushes through my uncertain sphincter, and Clark is on top of me, pushing my legs back, as he probes inside, his cock crawling deeper into my ass, pushing the walls out, and every square inch is itching in a way that only he can scratch, but Scott can scratch deeper, and lips are working their way down my cock, and balls are hanging over my mouth, and I'm sucking first one and then the other, and maybe they're Scott's or Billy's or first one and then the other, and someone's lying next to me, kissing me, probing with a tongue as a cock still fucks my ass, and I'm grabbing this cock and that one, and sucking this cock and that one, and then he's pulling out, and I know it's Scott who's getting ready to fuck me because his cock is so big, I can feel it knocking at my back door, and I can tell when it pokes through, and my eyes are watering, and my ass is gasping and clenching, and sucking until it knows that all it needs and all it wants and all it craves is to be fucking full right now, and my legs wrap around him and just drive him in deeper, just fucking pack it in, and I'm full and then he pulls out and then I'm full and then he pulls out and then I'm full again, and I'm gonna fucking keep him buried in there in a toe-curling, arms back, butt off the bed kind of way, and before we're done sucking and licking and fucking, cocks and balls and butts, there's gonna be fucking cum everywhere. And at that moment, miles above, I see a shooting star, and my wish is that this moment will never end. In my mind it never will.