Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 13:40:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (10)

   Our backpack trek through Desolation Valley continued over the next few
days, as did our new found sex play. Each day came to a close, after we had
setup our camp sight, with the two of us frolicking naked in the water of
which ever lake we had picked for overnight. Skip had seemed to grow more
comfortable with our play, once he had tied it all up into a neat little
package in his mind that defined it as just boyish fun while alone in the
back country, and not "gay," as he had struggled with categorizing it.

   For my own part, I had really gotten into touching him, and I loved just
seeing him naked, and especially all hard. His cock had become my passion,
and I seized any opportunity to fondle him, and most especially liked
getting his turgid meat inside my mouth, and sucking him, until he erupted,
and flooded my mouth with his creamy nectar. He seemed to love that too, of
course, and had stopped all pretense at resisting my desire to gobble his
cock, and cute balls. He happily played with my cock, too, and seemed to
genuinely enjoy stroking me to orgasm, then, smearing my slimy discharge
all over my naked body. There were times when I actually thought, and
hoped, that he was going to suck me, too, and a few times, he had actually
licked my erection a little, or lapped at the head, but so far, he had not
actually slid it into his mouth, or sucked me off. I wanted that
desperately, but, didn't push it, knowing full well that if I made it an
issue, our play would likely end totally, and I definitely didn't want
that.

   Today, we had reached the last lake on our itinerary, and after two
final nights here, we would begin our descent out of Desolation Valley, and
hike back down to the Tahoe Basin, and civilization. Since this was a two
night stop, we took greater pains in establishing our camp sight than
usual, and gathered a two nigh supply of fresh water, and firewood. We
popped up our tent, and arranged our sleeping bags as we had begun doing,
one zipped all the way open for the two of us to lie on, using the other,
also fully opened, as a blanket to warm us, after our sex play finally
rendered us sleepy, usually in the cooler, wee small hours of the night.

   This had been an especially warm afternoon, and by the time we were
finished with setting up camp, both of us were sweating, and shirtless. We
kicked back on the soft grass that surrounded our spot, and watched the
huge white clouds pass overhead, trying to make animals, or other
architectural features out of them as they slid by. I propped myself up on
one elbow, and let my eyes graze over Skips smooth torso, then, gently laid
my palm on his soft tummy. He sighed, and relaxed his warm skin under my
touch, and I began making small circles over his tummy, and dipping my
finger into his tiny button. He flinched slightly, but kept his hands
folded behind his head, as I slipped my hand slowly up to his chest. I ran
my fingers over one nipple, then the other, and smiled, as I watched the
tiny points stiffen, and poke out like little erasers. "Hmmm," he grunted,
"Feels nice." I continued to work his stiff nubbins a bit longer, then,
impulsively leaned over, and ran my tongue over the left one, wetting it,
then, sucking it gently, as my fingers continued to flick at the other
side. "Jeez, Robby....that feels good, Dude!" he shuddered, and I switched,
now suckling the left one, and fingering the right.

   I lapped at his cute nips that way for a while, then lifted my head, and
swabbed my tongue through his exposed underarm, relishing the soft, creamy
skin there, as he giggled, apparently ticklish in that particular area. He
squirmed, as I lapped over the buttery skin, so I retreated, and dipped my
tongue into the tiny cave of his navel. Skip relaxed, and dropped his arm,
placing his hand on my bare back, and rubbing me, as I poked my rolled
tongue in and out of his small button. I saw the front of his shorts
straining with the full erection it contained, and I moved my hand into his
lap, and gripped the pulsing meat, rubbing it up and down. He groaned above
me, and shuddered, as he lifted his hips, and pressed his rock hard cock
into my groping fist. "Dude!" he moaned, "You make me freeking nuts, all
this stuff you do to me!" I chuckled, and lowered my head, my mouth closing
around the girth of his swollen cock inside the shorts. He yelped, and
hunched his cute butt a few times, simulating fucking my mouth, as I licked
his turgid staff outside the thin shorts material.

   Suddenly, I pulled back, and rose up onto my knees, my fingers grasping
the elastic waist of his shorts, and tugging them downward. He giggled, and
lifted his slim hips, while I yanked on the shorts, pulling them down his
smooth legs, and off his feet. His cute cock sprang free, and slapped
against his groin, rock hard, and pulsing slightly. "Sweet!" I chirped, and
quickly stretched out on my tummy between his spread legs. I licked the
inside of his soft thigh, and worked upward, until my tongue lapped at his
snug scrotum, and poked at the marble sized balls within. He opened his
legs more, and I slid my hand in, to cup his balls, and lift the firm sac
toward me a bit, and ran my tongue all around it. He groaned, and I opened
my mouth, engulfing the full sac inside, and sucking gently. "Fuuuuck,
Robby!" he yelped, and I sucked his taut nuts some more, before spitting
them out, and moving up, to slide his sweet cock into my hungry
mouth. "Ahhhg.....shit.....yea...!" Skip chanted, and I moved my head up
and down, as my tongue swabbed over his smooth cock head.

   He sprawled back, his legs widely splayed, and opened himself fully to
my oral assault, his hands balling into fists at his sides. I slobbered
over his throbbing cock, sucking him, and reveling in the sensation of his
slick shaft filling my mouth, and throat. I had grown to love sucking Skip,
and it was definitely showing this time, as I worked his pretty cock in
rhythm, my fingers probing his full ball sac as I moved my drooling mouth
on him. I heard him groan, and felt his cock jerk in my mouth, and I
released it, not wanting his creamy load so fast. I held his pulsing tool
in my fingers, squeezing lightly, hoping to quell his impending orgasm. He
shuddered strongly, then relaxed, exhaling loudly. I tugged his shaft
toward me, and licked the smooth head like an ice cream, and walked my
tongue down the underside till I reached his loose balls. I probed the twin
orbs with my tongue, pushing them all around inside the smooth bag, and
pressed my finger up into the firm area directly behind his balls.

    He moaned some more, and I worked my tongue behind his balls, and
licked his perineum several times quickly. "Rob....holy shit...!" He
yelped, and his fists pounded the soft grass. I licked him some more, my
senses on overload, as my nostrils filled with the scents of him, and my
peripheral vision spied his tiny, pink asshole. I blew on it, and he
jumped, muttering my name repeatedly. I scooted my face closer still, and
quickly pushed the tip of my tongue inside his warm cleft, and stabbed it
at his small pucker, my mind reeling in sensation, and excitement. He
groaned loudly, and lifted one leg, bending it up, and back, giving me full
access to his secret place. My heart was hammering inside my ears, as I
gazed at the tight, pink wrinkle of his core, and with a deep inhale of his
heady scent, I plunged forward, swabbing my tongue over the tiny little
ridges of muscle that surrounded his opening. "Robby....God
damn....wha...?" he wailed, and I added pressure, pushing my aching tongue
as hard as I could, until it pressed through the firm resistance, and
penetrated his warm, smooth tunnel.

   "Ungggg......Ohhhh.....fuuuuuuck....!!" Skip wailed, and I drove inside
him as far as my tongue would go, then, slid it back, only to once again
drive it inside his tangy chute. In, and out, I went, my jaw aching like
fire, and my taste buds exploding, as he pounded the grass, and muttered a
steady chant of noises. I groped around with my hand until I seized his
granite hard cock, and pumped it, in sync with my steady tonguing of his
hot hole, until he let out a deep, guttural groan, and his cock erupted in
my hand, spewing his sweet cum up over his heaving tummy. I pumped his
spitting cock dry, and released it, as I withdrew my tongue from his
buttery depth, and finally relaxed my aching jaw, letting my head fall onto
his groin, as I gasped for air. My senses were totally alive with new
sensations, and after tastes, and I swilled saliva inside my mouth, totally
amazed at what I had just done, and totally delighted, all at the same
time.

   We were quiet then, save for our mutual labored breathing, and finally,
I lifted my head, and smiled up at Skip. His eyes slowly opened, and he
gazed down at me over the expanse of his still panting torso. My eyes
focused on the strings of his cum glistening on his soft tummy, and I
licked my lips, then, moved upward slightly, and extended my tongue once
more, slowly lapping each string of his creamy nectar. I gently lifted his
wilted cock in my fingers, and slid the satin smooth head between my lips,
and sucked it, savoring the last tiny offering of his cum. I released his
cock, and again met his dazed gazed, and grinned, saying sweetly, "Yummy,
Skipper-dude...you taste freeking....yummy!" He rolled his eyes, and shook
his head slightly, making no verbal reply. Apparently I had, at last, left
him totally speechless!

(To Be Continued)
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