Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 14:06:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (1)

More totally fictitious musings from the curious mind of storyguy22. This
trip actually took place in my youth, but the actual events were not
anything like what will unfold here, except in my devious
imagination. Enjoy, and your comments are always appreciated.


				    (1)


The backpacking trip into California's Desolation Valley wilderness area
had been months in the planning. We had spent virtually all of our free
time searching tons of online catalogues at various back country outfitters
web sites, looking for just the right equipment for our upcoming
trip. "We," would be me, Robby, and my best friend in the whole world,
Skip. His actual name was Arthur, named for his Grandpa, but it was a
seriously hokey name for a young boy to be saddled with, so everyone always
just called him Skip, or Skipper. We were both almost fourteen, and soon
would graduate from eighth grade, and had been best friends since his
family had moved in across the road from mine when we were both six. People
often thought we were brothers, because we were, like, always together, and
even looked kind of alike. I was 5' 4" tall, and about 90 pounds, sandy
colored hair, and tended toward thin. Skip was taller, at 5' 6", and
stockier, and weighed about 110. His hair was pure blonde, almost turning
white in the summer, and I thought he was maybe the cutest boy ever born,
anywhere. During this school year in particular, I had begun looking at
Skip, and thinking of Skip, much differently than ever before. I had
actually even begun thinking of him a lot when I jacked off, my mind
conjuring up all kinds of things I didn't quite understand about what I
wanted to do to him, and with him. I got those weird ideas from surfing web
sites, and from spending a lot of time in chat rooms, places I never should
have been, but found irresistible. If Skip had known the thoughts I had
about him, he prolly would have killed me, for sure.

Anyway, we had both always loved the woods, and the mountains, since we had
grown up living in a small mountain town near Lake Tahoe, and had hit on
the idea of backpacking through Desolation Valley during the summer between
eighth grade, and starting high school. Our parents had agreed to outfit
our trip as our graduation presents, and we had assembled the various gear
in my dad's workshop in back of my house. Most every day after school, as
the trip date drew closer, Skip and I would rush to the shop, and practice
setting up our tent, and cook stove, and unpack and repack our backpack
frames. We worked on getting the best balance, and weight, for the frames,
to minimize fatigue when we would be wearing them on the sometimes steep
trails. We studied the various forest service maps of the valley trails,
and lakes, and planned our daily itinerary, marking each pre-planned
camping location, day by day, as we would progress through the valley from
the Meeks Bay trailhead to the emerald Bay trail head. We had plotted a
trip requiring twelve to fifteen days, predicated on a one night stay at
each camp site. We figured in the extra three days in case we wanted to
stay at some special lake more than one night. Both of us were totally
excited at the prospect of fifteen days without parental input, and were
marking the days to our departure.

I worried some about how I was going to go so long without my internet
forages, and seeing the cute naked boy sites I had discovered, as well as
my chat room buddies, and the really cool cyber stuff we talked about while
we jacked off. I wondered too, while I lay in my bed at night, rubbing my
four inch dick, and thinking of Skip, how I was going to ever make it so
long without making my hard little boner do cums, and shoot out all of my
juices. I had gotten into doing it every night, at least, and fifteen days
without seemed daunting. Well, I decided, Skip must do it too, prolly as
much as me, and it would just work itself out somehow. Just to be safe, I
decided to download, and print, some of my favorite pictures of naked boys,
and boys doing stuff together, to take with me, in case I had some chances
to jerk off on the trip. I wrapped them inside one of my towels, and
stuffed them deep inside my pack.

The big day finally arrived, and we loaded our gear in my Dad's pickup. He
drove us to the trailhead, and helped us get the pack frames strapped onto
our backs, and we headed off up the trail, finally on our way, and totally
on our own. Skip's parents were scheduled to pick us up fifteen days hence
at the other end of the hike. Skip led the way, his marked up map in hand,
and as I followed him up the trail, I realized that I was in the perfect
position to spend hour's perving on his cute little butt. I giggled softly
to myself, trying to picture it naked, all snow white below his tanned
back, cute, and bubbly. Some old dude in the chat once told me he would
love to lick my butt, and my hole, rimming he called it, and I thought
about doing that on Skips sweet little butt as I watched it gyrate, and
wiggle, in front of me. Actually, I thought about that a lot, and even got
a boner, just thinking about that.


It was late afternoon when we reached the lake scheduled to be our first
campsite. We tiredly got out from under the heavy packs, and sat in the
shade of a huge pine tree, resting. Skip took off the ball cap he was
wearing, and shook out his longish blonde hair. He looked at me, and smiled
his cute smile, and said, "Man, was that a hike, or what?" I grinned,
nodding my head, and replied, "Big time, dude, that last mile or so was,
like, totally uphill." He nodded in agreement, and swiped his arm across
his sweaty forehead, saying, "For sure, and that freeking pack got heavier
every step of the way, too." I focused on the soft, blonde hairs that
lightly covered his forearm, the bright sunshine highlighting their
paleness, and idly wondered if his pubes were the same golden hue, and how
many he had, compared to my own. Skip and I had seen each other naked many
times in our childhood, but over the past year or so, a more modest air had
prevailed between us, and it had been sometime since I had seen his private
parts fully exposed.

Skip interrupted my revelry, saying, "So, Dude, that freeking lake looks
awesome, lets set things up, and go for a swim before dinner." That sounded
cool to me, so I nodded, and we got busy. We pitched the tent, and unrolled
our sleeping bags inside, and rigged up a perch for the cook stove, then,
put together our fold-up utensils. Skip went down to the lake outlet to
fill our water bag, and I seized the few minutes of privacy to crawl into
the tent, and play with my dick, again thinking of Skips cute butt, and
rimming it, and trying to picture his blonde pubes. I heard him return to
camp, so I stuffed my boner back inside my shorts, and went back
outside. We dug out some rope, and strung a line between two trees, and
hung our lantern over the stove. We gathered up some dead wood for a fire
later, and piled it next to the rock fire ring. Skip surveyed our
handiwork, and declared the campsite complete, and ready, so we crawled
inside the tent to get our swim suits.

"Well, shit!" barked Skip, and I looked at him, raising my eyebrows in
question. "I forgot my freeking swim suit, shit!" He barked again, and I
giggled, saying, "Well, no big deal, dude, there's, like, nobody here but
us, anyway, so we can just swim in our undies, it's cool." He looked at me
a minute, then smiled, and said, "Yea, huh, why not, it's just me and you,
I sorta forgot." I grinned, nodded, and stripped down to my tighty
whitey's. Skip checked me out a minute, his eyes dropping to my bulge
briefly, then, followed suit. We scooted out of the tent, and jogged down
to the lake, me dropping back slightly, so I could check out his cute butt
some more. We plunged into the cool, refreshing water, and swam out toward
the middle of the pristine mountain lake, then treaded water, checking out
the shoreline. The place was deserted, peaceful, and beautiful, beyond
belief. We swam around some, and did a little grab-assing, dunking, and the
typical water play stuff, then headed back to shore. As we stood dripping
in knee deep water, I checked out Skip's briefs, and gasped quietly, when I
realized the small briefs had become all but totally transparent in their
wet state, and I could see the tight little cheeks of his buns, and the
deep cleft between them, just as if he were totally naked. I looked down at
the front of my own briefs, and giggled, seeing the plainly visible outline
of my cock, and my balls, through the totally see through material. Skip
heard me, and turned fully around, facing me, and both of our eyes locked
onto the others exposed penis. My dark pubic patch was clearly visible
above my hanging dick, and Skip grinned, muttering, "Nice bush, Dude!" I
felt my face go hot, as I blushed furiously, and squeaked, "Thanks, uh,
nice dick you got there, too." He giggled, and said, "Jeez, the way these
things get see through, we might as well have just skinny dipped!" I
giggled too, and nodded, then said, "Yea, huh, well, next time we'll just
do that, then." He grinned, and turned, heading back to the camp, as I
quickly followed, again totally perving his cute, almost naked, little ass.

Back inside the tent, Skip turned mostly away from me, and skinned off his
wet undies. I didn't get to see his dick, but looking at his naked butt
gave me a boner in, like, two seconds, and I quickly turned away too, so he
wouldn't know I got boned looking at his cute butt. We awkwardly got into
some shorts, and fresh undies, and went back out to cook up our dehydrated
dinner. As we cleaned up after dinner, it was getting dark, so Skip got a
fire going, while I fired up the gas lantern. We rolled a log next to the
fire, and settled in side by side, quietly enjoying the fire light. Our
bare legs made contact, and neither of us made any move to separate. My
ever horny cock got all boned again, feeling the soft hairs on his lower
legs tickle my bare one. After a while, we were tired from the long hike,
so we killed the fire, and the light, and crawled into the tent, and our
sleeping bags. In no time, we were both soundly asleep.

(To Be Continued)
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