Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2005 10:26:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (11)

   Skip and I settled back into the soft grass, basking in our afterglow,
and the warm afternoon sun, and actually dozed off. I woke suddenly, to the
maddening sound of a mosquito making that awful buzzing noise in my ear. I
sat up quickly, slapping at the offending bug, which caused Skip to stir
beside me. His eyes opened, and he looked at me, saying in a sleep-groggy
voice, "What...?" I glanced around, fully awake now, and realized that the
sun had slid behind a mountain, and that evening had set in, giving rise to
the multitude of flying critters that populate the high sierra in the early
evening. "Freeking skeeters!" I answered, "We better get some clothes on,
or be ready to give up some serious blood supply!" Skip giggled, and
surprised me, by reaching for my soft cock, and gripping it in his
fingers. "No way, Dude...we gotta save the blood supply for this baby...let
the freeking skeeters suck somebody else!" I felt my cock grow instantly
hard in his grip, suddenly forgetting about any and all flying objects, as
I stared down at his fingers stroking my brand new erection. Skip met my
gaze, and grinned, saying, "Damn, Dude...that was quick!" I blushed
slightly, and grinned back at him, muttering, "Must be your magic touch, I
think he likes that!" Skip chuckled, and then slapped at his own ear, as
he, too, came under aerial assault by the pesky bugs. He released my cock,
and said, "Shit...guess your right...we better get covered up, or we're
gonna be, like, itching all night!"

   We got up, and scrambled into the tent, quickly zipping down the door
behind us. I, of course, followed Skip, again seizing the opportunity to
scope out his cute little butt, my hard cock jerking a little, as I
remembered licking him there. Inside the bug-free environment of our small
tent, we dropped to our knees, facing one another, and my thrusting cock
poked against his soft tummy. We giggled, both looking down to where my
dick rubbed against his smooth skin, then, looked up, our eyes meeting in
the semi-darkness of the small space. Skip kept his gaze locked with my
own, as he again wrapped his fingers around my pulsing shaft, and moved the
head slowly against his tummy. I shuddered slightly, and mumbled,
"Skip...oh, man...!" He kept rubbing me slowly, his eyes never wavering
from mine, and slowly, tentatively, our heads began to move together, and I
mumbled again, "Skip...Dude...what...?" He gave a tiny shrug of his
shoulders, and our heads continued to get closer together, and suddenly I
knew I wanted to....was going to...I brought my arms up, and slid them
around him, leaning in, and closing the final inches between us, my head
turning slightly, as I muttered a final, whispered, "Skip...shit....!"

   Our mouths met, tentatively, our lips barely brushing together, then, he
sighed, and pressed his soft lips firmly to mine, and I matched his
slightly frightened movement, pressing my lips against his, until we both
abandoned our fears, and moved into a full-on, open mouthed kiss. Each of
us uttered a throaty sound, and our tongues began the timeless duel of
lovers everywhere, as we worked our dueling tongues into each others
mouths, kissing as if we had done it forever. Skip made another sound in
his throat, his fingers still working my drooling cock, and I held him,
pulling his smooth body against me in a passionate hug. My heart was
literally pounding in my chest, and my knees felt like rubber, as we
separated slightly, our eyes boring into each others. He gave me a sheepish
look, and mumbled, "Oh jeez....what....how..." I gave him a small smile,
and answered, "Like this, is how...." And I leaned in, once more pressing
my lips to his, and invading his warm mouth with my tongue. Skip shuddered
in my arms, making tiny mewing noises in his chest, as we resumed out
tongue dance, his moving fingers causing me to leak my growing excitement
onto the soft skin of his tummy. I dropped a hand between us, and found his
own rock hard beauty, and gripped it, moving the silky soft skin back and
forth over the granite hard tube beneath, as he let go another series of
the soft sounds, almost like a cats purr.

   Slowly, and silently, we sank as one to the sleeping bag, holding one
another tightly, our rampant boyhoods crushing between our heaving bodies,
as our tongues flooded each others mouths. Wanting more, I broke the heated
kiss, and pushed Skip over onto his back, again gripping his throbbing cock
in my fingers, and maneuvering myself into position to suck him. His arms
came down, and gripped my shoulders strongly, and he scooted his body
around, then uttered, "No, Robby....no, dude...me too....both together....I
wanna....shit....wanna suck you, too...!" I gasped, nearly shooting my pent
up load at the mere words he had just muttered, and I quickly seized the
moment, flipping my body around, so that we were nearly head-to-crotch,
Skip's beautiful hardon dancing in my face. I could feel the heat of it on
my cheek, and I again gripped the thick base in my trembling fingers, and
moved slightly forward, eagerly sliding the turgid length into my aching
mouth. "Aggg.....yea....!" Skip wailed, and then it was my turn to moan
loudly, as my nerve centers exploded with the velvet sensation of his warm,
wet mouth engulfing my drooling cock to the hilt.

   We made some minor adjustments in position, and quickly got it just
right, our boiling passions enveloping out trembling, sweating young
bodies. Mouths sucked, and slid back and forth over throbbing boy meat, and
hands eagerly groped at swollen ball sacs, as we noisily slurped each
others rampant cocks, quickly gaining speed, and rhythm. The small tent
filled with the incredible sounds of our raging passion, and the mingled
scents of our mutual excitement, and I was suddenly reminded of the sound
track of the many porn videos I had watched on the internet. That idea only
fueled my already raging passions, and I attacked Skip's pretty cock with
renewed fervor, my mind reeling with the unbelievable sensations his own
mouth was providing my aching cock.

   Totally overcome with lust, it never occurred to us to slow the pace, to
make it last, to breath, and fully enjoy the moment. We attacked each
others heaving body with all out lust, and hunger, and all too soon we were
over the edge, our cocks jerking strongly in each others mouths, and
exploding, as we ejected our boiling loads into the others mouth, nearly
simultaneously. Skip gagged loudly, as the force of my erupting cock
flooded his mouth, and I felt him rapidly swallowing, in his best effort to
keep up with my copious emission. I relaxed my jaw, my fingers pumping at
the base of his jetting tool, as he sprayed rapid strings of his creamy
juices over my tongue. I savored his nutty taste, and swallowed, reveling
in the smoothness of his fluid, as it slipped down my hungry throat, until
he was drained, and gave a mighty shudder, before collapsing onto the
sleeping bag. His wilting cock slipped out of my tender mouth, and I ran my
tongue over the roof of my slippery mouth, straining to capture every trace
of his sweet nectar. I felt his mouth release my spent cock, and I rolled
onto my side, sliding up next to Skip, and wrapping an arm around his
trembling body. He turned his head, and our eyes met in the near darkness
of the small tent, and we stared intently at each other for a few seconds,
before once again moving our mouths together, and sharing another
tongue-filled kiss, our mingled flavors passing between our wide open
mouths.

   Exhausted, and spent, Skip and I cuddled together silently on the
sleeping bag, regaining our normal heart rates, and breathing. My mind was
swimming with thoughts, and reactions, as I felt total elation at his
actions, how he had seemingly attacked me with a passion equal to my own. I
wondered, hoped, that some bridge had been crossed, some wall torn asunder,
in this developing level of our relationship. I was actually beginning to
give serious thought to the idea that I might really be into this whole
"gay" thing, and hoped with all my heart that what had just taken place
would continue in some way, and that we would again find the desire to
enjoy each other in such total abandon as had just occurred in the snug
confines of our small back-packing tent. I snuggled in closer to Skips
smooth, trim, body, and nuzzled the warm skin of his neck with my lips, and
mumbled softly, "You good, Dude?" He shuddered slightly, and whispered,
"Awesome....I'm totally....awesome!" I smiled against his soft skin, and
slipped my tongue out to lick him there, and replied, "Me too."

(To Be Continued)
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