Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 13:12:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (13)

   I woke up slowly, which was pretty much my habit in those days, and my
eyes fluttered, then squinted, when I realized the tent flap was open, and
the bright morning sun was flooding inside. I rolled onto my back, and
dropped my arm to where Skip's naked body should have been, and, felt
nothing but sleeping bag. I opened my eyes again, rolled my head to the
side, and realized that he was not there. Disappointed, I stretched really
big, and winced, feeling a slight stab of pain in my butthole. I giggled,
suddenly remembering our playing around last night, and Skip's enthusiastic
fingering of my ass. That, I recalled, was pretty amazing, and whatever it
was that he had rubbed on there had made me cum harder than I ever did it
before. I giggled again, thinking about skip, of all people, getting into
doing that. I mean, he had been all about this "gay" crap before, and even
after he sort of loosened up about us fooling around with each others
dicks, and sucking, he was, like, the last person I ever would of guessed
would get off by fingering my ass. Whatever, I decided, I had liked it
plenty, and if he was up for more, then, cool.

   I stretched again, and ran my hands under the sleeping bag that covered
me, sliding my fingers over my warm skin, and down, to grip my half erect
cock, and fondle my nuts with my other hand. I stroked my meat a few times,
and it popped up all hard, and tingling. I rolled my balls around, and
slipped my finger behind them, digging into my furrow. I pressed on my
little pucker, and felt the little twinge of soreness again, and decided
that I needed to search through our packs to find something to use as a
lube, if we were going to go there again. It wasn't that it actually hurt
so much, it just was going to suck, big time, if I had to do a lot of
hiking with my butt hurting on every step. I went back to stroking my
hardon, thinking about how awesome it felt once Skip got up inside me, and
started going in and out, touching that special place each time. I really
liked how I felt kind of stuffed, or full, with his finger in me, and it
briefly flashed through my mind that it might be even better if I could
somehow interest Skip in putting that fat cock of his inside me
instead. Jeez, I thought, there actually must be something to this idea
that I'm gay, if I'm going to lie here trying to think up ways to entice my
best bud to actually fuck me!

   I was lost in my thoughts, and my idle stroking, when suddenly the
sunlight changed into a shadow, and I opened my eyes, and looked up at
Skip, standing just inside the tent flap with a tin cup full of the powered
OJ. He smiled, and leaned over, handing me the cup, as I scooted into a
sitting position. "Morning, sleeping beauty!" he said, and I took a big
gulp of the juice, then, replied, "Really....you think I'm a
beauty....cool!" He giggled, and reached out to ruffle my messy hair, and
answered, "Well, you have your moments, I guess." I focused on his lithe
body then, and realized that he was just wearing a pair of hiking shorts,
his smooth chest bare, and the fine down on his legs highlighted by the
bright sunlight. I glanced at his crotch, and saw the tell tale outline of
his package, and my eyes widened, as he shifted his stance a little, and
his thick meat swayed under the loose cloth. Hmm, I thought, commando, I
bet, nice! He followed my gaze, and realized I was seriously perving on his
stuff, and chuckled, dropping down on his knees, and asking me, "Hungry,
are we?" He wiggled his eyebrows saucily, and I had to chuckle, as I nodded
my head, and replied, "Starving, actually."

   Skip paused to consider my reply a minute, then snaked out his hand, and
suddenly jerked the top blanket away, leaving me propped up there, my very
stiff cock exposed to the world. He grinned, and dropped his hand onto my
thigh, sliding it upward, until his fingers poked at my ball sac. "How's
that pretty butt feel, this morning, beauty?" he asked with a grin, as I
lewdly splayed my legs widely, and replied, "Dunno, actually, I can't see
it from here." He laughed, and gave my nuts a small squeeze, then said,
"Well then, roll on over, and I'll check you out." I grinned, not needing
to be told twice, and quickly flipped over on my tummy, baring my naked
butt in all its slightly used glory. "Shit, you got such a cute ass, Robby,
seriously!" I grinned at him over my shoulder, and wiggled my little
melons, saying, "Well, then, my cute little ass says thanks, dude, and
wonders if Skipper can come out....uh....in...and play?" His face flushed
red, and he giggled nervously, then, croaked, "Oh, man!" as his hand went
to his very tented crotch, tugging at his obvious erection. I wiggled again
enticingly, and repeated, "Well....does Skipper want to come indside
Robby's cute little ass....hmmm?"


   He hesitated, his hand still groping his tented crotch, and his eyes
locked onto my thrusting butt, then, croaked again, saying, "Been thinking
about that, like, ever since I woke up, actually." Feeling suddenly bold,
and definitely horny, I brazenly reached back, and grabbed my ass cheeks,
spreading them, and giving him a sunlit view of my tiny pucker, and said
again, "Hmmmm....Skipper?" He reached out then, and ran his palm over my
melons, kneading my tingling flesh with his fingers, and I felt my cock
jump under me, a warm sensation flooding down my spine. He rubbed my butt
some more, then, slid his finger over my exposed opening, and I jumped
slightly, emitting a soft moan of pleasure. He pressed against my hole, and
I flinched, a small stab of pain hitting my tender wrinkle, and he quickly
withdrew, muttering, "Sorry, Dude....I bet your sorta sore, huh." I cursed
my automatic reaction, already missing the pressure of his touch, and
quickly said, "Skip....serious, Dude....I was, like, lying here thinking
the same stuff...and....well, shit...I want us to do more
of....that...too!" He started rubbing my cheeks again, but avoided my
pucker, and said, "Yea....awesome, really...but jeez, man.....I don't want
to be hurting you...no way!"

   I rolled over on my side, and raised an arm toward him, and said,
softly, "Come here, Skipper-dude...come and hold onto me a minute, ok?" He
stretched out on his stomach, and crawled up beside me, his arm going over
my back, and pulled me close to him. I brought my hand up, and ran my
fingers through his soft hair, and let my tongue slip out, and lick his
lush lips. He groaned softly, and moved his soft lips against mine, until
we were mouth locked in one of those killer kisses that I had come to
love. Our tongues dueled, flooding each others mouths, as his hand once
again slid down my back, and closed over the globes of my butt, kneading
the firm flesh, as he moaned into my mouth. I slid a hand down between our
clinging bodies, and closed my fist around his rock hard cock, squeezing
it, and stroking it as best our tight embrace would allow. Skip moaned
again, and I broke our kiss, muttering against his chest, "Skip...we need
something that will be slippery...you know...so you can...you
know....uh....do it....and not hurt....right...?" He froze for a second,
registering, I guess, what I had just said, then, pulled back his head to
look into my eyes. He stared at me a few seconds, his hands still roaming
over my butt, and said, very softly, "Um....you mean....I could....uh....?"
I held his gaze, and slowly rocked my head up and down, and replied, "Uh
huh...you could...should...yes....exactly, Dude!"

   Skip held my gaze another beat, letting that sink in, then, I felt his
finger probe my secret spot again, tentatively, as he said,
"Robby.....Dude....oh man....you sure....really sure...?" Again, I rocked
my head in the affirmative, and croaked,
"Actually.....really....really....really....sure, yea!" He stared into my
eyes again, then, slowly nodded, and whispered, "Don't move,
Robby....damn...please don't.....!" And he rolled onto his back, hurriedly
crawling out of the tent, and disappearing. I rolled onto my back, my heart
beating rapidly inside my chest, and wondered what the hell I was doing,
making it so patently obvious to my best bud in the world that I,
heretofore straight boy Robby, wanted, very much, for him to fuck my cute
little ass??  Jeez!

   As a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, Skip suddenly reappeared
at the entrance to the tent, naked, his thick cock dancing off his small
pubic patch, and my eyes locked onto it, as I suddenly decided the freeking
thing was huge....a freeking club, at least....and....just what the
fuck....was I thinking....practically begging him....to stuff it in
me....in that....tiny....freeking hole....jeez, again! He slipped inside
the tent, and again stretched out beside me, that thick baton stabbing into
my tummy, as he grinned widely, and held up a small plastic bottle of
Coppertone suntan oil. He wiggled his eyebrows at me in a sinister way, and
said, in a cartoon little voice, "Want some candy, little boy?" I rolled my
eyes, and had to giggle, so totally silly was the line, then settled, and
said, deadly serious, "Yes....I do....want some....big time!" With that, I
reached between us, and gripped his turgid monster, and worked the smooth
skin back and forth, as I again moved my mouth to his, and locked him
another tongue-filled kiss.

   We made out like sex starved animals, our hands, and fingers everywhere,
and eventually Skip nudged me over onto my stomach, as he ran his slightly
shaking hands over my butt, before surprising me greatly, by leaning down,
and licking me there, his wet tongue lighting every inch of my skin on
fire. He paused then, and I guessed he was struggling with the oil, and I
groaned, in the pure anticipation of what was coming. He shuffled around
some behind me, and I jumped, when his slick, wet finger dipped into my
warm crease, and moved over my wrinkled pucker. I felt his fingers push at
the sides of my crevice, opening me, and jumped again, when I felt a
copious drizzle of the cool oil coat my hole, as he squeezed the contents
of the bottle directly onto me. He once again pressed his slippery finger
against my tender opening, and mumbled, "Relax, Robby.....just relax,
Dude....don't be so tensed up....!" I sucked in wind, and let it go,
willing my muscles to go lax, soften, and grunted slightly, when Skip
pushed firmly, and his finger slid past my resistance, and once again
entered my tight, and this time slippery, tunnel.

   Oh man, I thought, there's that full-up feeling again, jeez, I really
like that, a lot. Ship gently probed in and out of me, and his finger soon
found that special spot again, and I mewed with pleasure as he slid his
oiled finger across it repeatedly. My cock was absolute stone under me, and
I humped my butt back and forth in sync with his sliding back and forth
inside me, shuddering with the combined pleasures of his fingering me, and
the friction of my hard cock moving against the soft sleeping bag. Skips
fingertip found my hot spot again, and he held it there, applying soft
pressure directly to it, and I shivered, a low groan hissing from my
clenched teeth, as felt slightly dizzy from the sheer intensity of the
pleasure. "You ok, robby...?" He asked, almost a whisper, and I groaned
again, and mumbled, "For sure...awesome...don't stop, Dude!" He continued
to move in and out of me, and make contact with the spot, until I was
nearly crazy with the feelings of it, and wanted, needed, to take it
further, to just go for it, and I scooted my knees further under me,
lifting my little butt higher. "Awww, jeez....damn...!" Muttered Skip in
reaction to my brazen move, and I squealed, when he again leaned down, and
licked the cheeks of my ass as his finger continued to explore my searing
depth.

   I felt the huge wet spot under me, and knew my rock hard cock was
drooling, big time, and I increased the pressure of my body on it,
literally humping the sleeping bags surface, as Skip drilled my tiny
hole. "Use two, now!" I hissed at him, feeling the sweet tingles in my
swinging balls, and Skip paused briefly, as I felt more of the slick, cool,
oil cascade down between my spread butt cheeks. "You sure....ready...?" He
grunted, excitedly, his voice cracking slightly with his
excitement. "Yessss...!" I grunted, "just.....fuck....just do it, Dude!" I
buried my face in the soft material beneath me, and wiggled my butt at him,
and gasped, as I felt him slide a second finger past my tightness, and work
it steadily inside. "AGgggg....!" I yelped, feeling the added pressure, and
incredible fullness of the second finger plowing my tunnel, and Skip froze,
saying, "What...stop...?" I grunted again, and exhaled a long breath,
shaking my head, and hissed, "NO....dude...keep....more.....DO
IT....damn....! He quickly resumed his in and out movements, and in seconds
my body adjusted, and the incredible waves of pleasure returned.

   Skip got into it good then, sliding his fingers with a steady rhythm
that crossed that good spot every pass, and I increased my humping of my
leaking cock against the sleeping bag, until suddenly I saw bright flashes
of light behind my eyes, and my balls ached, as my cock swelled, and
erupted, blowing my sperms all over the place under me, soaking the
sleeping bag, and my tummy. "Unnnnnggggg......Unnnnnnggg....!" I wailed, my
orgasm racking my quivering body, as Skip rapidly fingered my small bump,
making my balls eject more cum than I even knew I had, shooting, over and
over. Spent then, I gripped fistfuls of the sleeping bag, and hissed at
him, "Hurry, Skip...do it now....put it in me, Dude....now...!"

   Skip quickly withdrew his fingers from me, and I gasped loudly, suddenly
empty, a strong feeling of a sudden void, and I yelped, a sort of squeal,
really, "Agggg...shit....hurry, Skipper...please, dude...!" He shuffled
behind me, and I heard him grunting, and mumbling small sounds to himself,
as he maneuvered onto his knees in back of me. I jumped, when I felt the
spongy head of his cock suddenly make contact with my stretched hole, and I
groaned, when I felt him slide the slick cap back and forth over my pucker,
as he groped for my entrance, his excitement growing in leaps, and
bounds. "Ohh....fuck...oh, man....oh....oh....Yessssss....! He squealed, as
his bulbous dick head slipped past my little ring, and drove forward,
steadily invading, and spreading, my snug chute, as he once again filled me
to overflowing. "UUUMmmmm .....AGggggg....!" I grunted, an unbelievable
pressure, and fullness, overwhelming my senses. "Robby...?" Skip squeaked,
and I pushed my ass back at him, willing him to go on, to do it, to fuck
me!

   He understood, I guess, or, just gave in to his own overpowering
passion, because he resumed then, and bottomed out, his turgid meat fully
engulfed by my clinging rectum. Instinctively, I flexed my inner muscles,
and clamped down tightly on his cock, my mind reeling with the intense
feeling of fullness, and pressure. It never actually was pain, just that
abject fullness, and intense pressure, and I suddenly realized that most of
it stemmed from my own tenseness. I willed my muscles to relax, and soften,
and I slowly expelled a long breath, as I released my anal vise on his
granite hard cock. Skip must have felt that, because he suddenly groaned,
and muttered my name, as he moved his hands to grip the globes of my
speared ass, and slowly withdrew his hot poker, until only the head was in
me. Amazing, I thought, how I can actually tell, actually feel, that it is
just that round, thick, head that's in me now. I flexed my muscle again,
several times, clamping, and releasing, the sensitive head of his cock with
my stretched hole, and he groaned softly each time I did it. He inhaled
sharply, and again slid into me, completely, until I felt his balls bump my
own. "Awww.....fuck....yes....!" I wailed, and Skip withdrew again, before
repeating the whole range of motion, once more, and again, and again. He
found a rhythm, and I matched his thrusts with rolling, and pushing,
movements of my butt, and soon we had it down, like we had done it forever.

   It got good, oh man, it got so good, that I wanted it last forever, to
never give up possession of that thick tube of meat buried in my searing
tunnel. I was emitting a cadence of soft mews, and grunts, my tears running
down my cheeks to mingle with my drooling saliva, and sweat, as Skip fucked
me, owned me, and made me crazy with a pleasure I'd never imagined
before. The sounds of our coupling filled the small tent, our sweating
bodies slapping, flesh to flesh, and the squishing noise of out oil soaked
union, mingled with our groans of pleasure, and grunts of exertion. As the
resistance of my body melted away, and Skip settled into his rhythm, the
ultimate pleasure of his throbbing cock sliding constantly over my sweet
spot rose to the height of my senses once again, and I shuddered in
disbelief at how awesome it felt, and in wonder, at the fact that he was
really, truly, fucking me!

   All too soon, Skip had reached the edge, and, with one final, powerful,
thrust into my buttery depths, he fell off, his thick shaft growing thicker
still in my grip, then, executing several rapid pulses inside me, as I felt
each and every one of the strong ejections of his creamy juices flood my
bowels. Finished, and totally exhausted, he sagged forward onto my back,
his weight pinning me to the sleeping bag, until he rolled sideways, his
thickness suddenly vacating my gaping entrance. I groaned at the sudden
emptiness I felt, then, smiled, as I felt the torrent of his copious fluid
drizzle from my stretched canal, and coat the insides of my thighs. I
kicked my legs out behind me, and rolled to my side to face Skip, and laid
my arm across his back, reveling in the rapid rise, and fall of his torso,
as he gulped air in huge gasps. I leaned in, and gently bit the sweaty skin
of his shoulder, and said, quietly, "Holy socks, Batman...  that...  so...
rocks!"

(To Be Continued)
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