Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2005 13:27:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (14)

   We both slept then, just kind of drifting off, without much being said
about what had just happened. The moon had moved behind a mountain, and the
tent was nearly pitch black, as I lay there, quietly replaying my recent
deflowering. I could tell Skip was sleeping soundly, as his regular
breathing sounds gently filled the air beside me. I bent my knees, and
gingerly slid my hand down between my legs, and behind my hanging balls,
pushing my finger between the cheeks of my ass, and touching my recently
ravaged little hole. I jumped slightly, feeling some tenderness, and
decided that the tissue surrounding my pucker was slightly puffy, as
well. I prodded a bit, and my fingertip eased inside, and I giggled,
feeling Skip's slippery sperms still coating my tunnel. I pried my hole
wider, and pushed down with my muscles, and giggled again, as a drizzle of
his stuff ran out of me, slicking my finger. Jeez, I thought, he must have
cummed a freeking gallon in me, for it to still be leaking.

   I moved my hand, and cupped my balls, rolling them in their sac, and
tugging them gently, and felt my cock stir. I let go of my balls, and
wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking it slowly, and realized
suddenly that I needed to pee, big time. I let go of little Robby, and
groped around until I found the flashlight. I trained it on the flap of the
tent, and flicked it on, sending a beam of light at the closed door flap. I
slid out from under the sleeping bag, and crawled over to the door,
unzipped it, and slipped outside. I stood, and walked to a nearby tree,
grasping my shaft, as I directed a strong stream of piss onto the trunk of
the pine. I chuckled, as the cold night air caused my pee to steam as it
splattered onto the tree trunk. Finished, I shook it clean, and headed back
to the tent, shivering from the night chill.

  As I crawled back inside the tent, and zipped down the flap, I turned
toward the bed, and froze. Skip had apparently rolled over while I was
outside, and was now lying flat on his back, his toned legs spread widely,
putting his thick cock, and cute balls, on full display between his
thighs. I reached for the flashlight, and turned it against the sidewall,
causing a soft illumination to fall over his still sleeping body. I felt my
cock go stiff as I moved closer, and stared at Skip's flaccid equipment,
and licked my lips. I stretched out on my tummy in between his spread legs,
and very softly licked the inside of his thigh. I lapped my way up to his
hanging ball sac, and ran my tongue over the wrinkly skin a few times,
then, sucked one of his balls into my mouth. He stirred, and mumbled
softly, as I switched sides, and sucked in his other ball. As I sucked his
firm nut, I moved my hand up, and gripped his swelling cock in my fingers,
stroking it in sync with my sucking his balls.

   Awake, or not, his thick cock was getting it for sure, as it quickly
unfurled, and grew rock hard in my fist. I let go of his balls, and moved
my head up, my fingers gripping the base of that fat boy, as I slowly slid
the whole thing inside my mouth. His body jerked, and his head lifted off
the pillow, as he muttered my name, and moved his fingers into my hair. I
sucked his now rock hard cock, moving my wet mouth up and down it, as my
fingers stroked the silky skin of his shaft. A slightly acrid flavor
flooded my mouth, and I realized that I was getting the lingering after
taste of myself on his rampant cock, and the thought of that excited me
greatly. I had wished that I had been able to see his face before, when he
slid this bad boy inside me, and fucked me, as if he had been doing it
forever, and an idea hit me then. I reached out, groping around the
sleeping bag, until I found the small bottle of the suntan oil, and quickly
thumbed it open, and lifted my mouth off Skip's fat meat, and squirted a
bunch of the slick oil over it. He groaned, as the cool, wet, oil coated
his turgid cock, and I quickly scooted forward, straddling him, as I added
more oil to his thickness.

   I poured oil over my fingers, and reached behind, me, spreading the
substance around my hole, and slipping a finger inside
briefly. "Robby...what the fuck...?" He muttered, and I shushed him, as I
lifted up on my knees, and lined my slick pucker up with his gleaming cock
head. I jumped slightly, as his bulbous head pressed against my small
wrinkle, and reached over to nudge the light, so that the beam better lit
his startled looking face. I reached back, and gripped the base of his
shaft, and lowered myself down, pressing harder, so that his smooth head
popped through my snug ring once more, and entered me, about two inches. I
groaned, feeling that incredible fullness once again, and inhaled, before I
slowly settled down on him, taking that thick cock an inch at a time, until
it was fully embedded. I settled onto him, and placed my palms on his
smooth chest, my inner muscles gripping his turgid rod tightly.


   Our eyes met, and locked, as I slowly relaxed, and rose up, riding his
thick tool up to the full head, and paused again. He moaned, and grabbed at
the sleeping bag with his fists, as I slowly, very slowly, eased back down
on him, until my balls rested on his silky pubes. I watched his cute face,
as he grimaced, his forehead wrinkled, and his eyes wide, as I again
lifted, paused, then, took him deep once
more. "Agggg...fuuuuuck...Robby...!" Skip chanted, and I rode up and down
his thick tool, totally in awe of the incredible fullness, and the mind
blowing sensation of his cock sliding back and forth over that special
place inside me. Oh man, I thought, as bright little dots of light popped
behind my eyes, and I though it was good the first time, shit, this is
freeking amazing!

   We found a rhythm then, with me raising, and lowering, riding his rigid
meat, as he began lifting his hips, thrusting, as he matched my
strokes. His hand slid into my lap, and gripped my drooling erection,
stroking it, as I continued to ride him like a winning jockey at the
Kentucky derby. More bright lights filled my vision, and I sat fully down
on his throbbing cock, wondering briefly if it was going to come out of my
mouth, he felt so deep inside me. I clamped my inner muscles, and ground my
ass onto his fat cock, and released one, long, low, rumbling sound, as I
heard Skip call my name, and his hand grabbed my leaking cock like a vise,
as he slammed his hips upward, driving me upward with him, as his cock felt
like it filled out like a water balloon inside me, jerking strongly, and
firing rapid fire blasts of his creamy essence into my quaking guts. He
must have jetted five, or six, massive eruptions of his warm cum into me,
before he flopped back onto his back, his chest heaving, as he gasped for
air. I reached down, and gripped my own aching cock where he had suddenly
abandoned it in his orgasm, and gave it a half dozen, or so, rapid strokes,
before erupting my own copious discharge across his heaving chest in
several long ropes.

   Spent, and my head spinning with sensory overload, I rolled to my side,
dislodging Skips wilting cock from my overflowing hole, as I stretched out
beside him. He rolled toward me, his arms going around me, and pulling me
close, so that our fledging cocks mashed between us, slick, and gooey, with
out combined juices. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest,
matching my own, as we cuddled, and maneuvered, so that our mouths locked
in a searing, tongue dueling kiss, as his hands firmly gripped the tight
cheeks of my little butt, kneading, and squeezing the hungry flesh that was
his, any time he wanted it, from now on.

(To Be Continued)

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