Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 13:33:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (15)

   Skip and I napped a while longer, cuddled and naked under the warm
sleeping bag cover. When I finally opened my eyes, it was actually too
warm, the sun being fairly high in the clear blue sky, and beating directly
on the small, closed up tent. I rolled over on my back, and stretched,
kicking the top cover away in the same motion. I ran my hands down my
tummy, and groped my cock and balls, then, lifted a knee, and dipped a
finger into my cum-crusted ass crack, lightly touching my tender
entrance. I smiled, remembering my attacking Skips body after my mid-night
pee. Damn, I thought, you've come a long way, baby, and what a trip it's
been, too!

   I rolled onto my side, and propped my head on a bent elbow, and looked
at the stirring Skip. My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I smiled again, as
I focused on his tumescent cock, and his loose ball sac tucked between his
smooth thighs. It was so cute, I decided, and so harmless looking, right
now, and I shuddered slightly, remembering yet again how it filled me so
perfectly, driving me wild with sensations, as I rode it to explosion
inside my well oiled tunnel. I reached out, and gently gripped the soft,
smooth shaft, and ran my fingers over it, before going lower, to toy with
his hairless balls. He stirred again, and moaned softly, as his cock began
to fill out in my hand. His eyes opened, and he gave me a half-awake smile,
mumbling, "Hmm...you got maybe about an hour to quit that, Dude." I
giggled, and replied, "Awww....only an hour....I wanna do lots more than
that, Dude!"

He lifted his head, and looked down across his smooth torso to where I
slowly stroked his thickening cock, and moaned again, then, suddenly
realized how light, and warm, it was in the tent. "Jeez, Robby....what time
is it, anyway?" I leaned over and quickly licked the rounded head of his
cock, my taste buds registering a slight acrid flavor of the dried cum that
lingered on him. I sucked the smooth head between my lips, then released
it, and rubbed it against my cheek, as I looked up into his eyes. "Dunno,
and really don't much care, either." I told him, and he chuckled, saying,
"I hear that, Dude....damn, that looks so freeking hot....but jeez,
Rob...it's got to be, like, really late." I gave him a small pout, still
rubbing the soft head of his cock on my face, and complained, "Jeez...all
sweating the time...doesn't little Skipper want to play anymore?" He
paused, again looking at me, as I ran his cock head back and forth over my
lips, my tongue licking at it. He sighed, and replied, "I got to pee so
freeking bad, I prolly couldn't shoot, even if I wanted, which, by the way,
I do, big time!" I giggled, and released his now hard cock, and rolled onto
my back, saying, "Ok, then, turn me down, and see if I care." He reached
over and ruffled my hair as he scooted to his knees, and said, "Never
happen, Dude, no way I'm turning down that hot mouth, and butt, of yours,
but, I seriously need to pee, or you're in real danger of getting really
wet!" I laughed, as I watched his cute naked butt scoot through the tent
flap, and disappear, as he headed off to water a pine tree, or rock. I
suppose it's the power of suggestion, but in a minute, I followed, suddenly
very much in need of the same relief.

   We took care of the urgent business, and by then, the moment had passed,
and we agreed that some food was the first order of business, and set about
fixing some late breakfast. It had become our norm to cook, eat, and
basically parade around the camp naked, and I had gotten to really love
that. Being able to see Skip's equipment, or his cute tush, as he moved
about really was awesome, and I had begun to wonder how I was ever going to
go back to "normal," after we were back home. That thought gave way to a
sudden feeling of sadness, as I realized that today, and tonight, were the
end of our incredible adventure in Desolation Valley, and that by tomorrow
night, we would be back to the real world, requiring clothes, and much less
adventurous behavior in general. I couldn't help but wonder how much, if
any, of Skip's new found attitude would accompany us off the mountain. I
sighed, and chided myself to not dwell on it, just seize every minute that
remained of the trip, and enjoy all of Skip that he was willing to give
me. I would deal with the reality of home when I had to, and not one second
sooner.

   We cleaned up our mess, and grabbed our towels and shoes, some shorts,
in the unlikely event that other hikers happened by, and headed down to the
lake for a swim/bath. Oh yea, I brought along the suntan oil, too. <grin>
Down at the edge of the lake, we spread out our towels on a nice grassy
area, and I watched, smiling, as Skip bent down to test the water
temperature with his hand. His legs opened some as he bent over, and his
plump balls came into view between his thighs, and I caught myself licking
my lips, as I salivated, thinking how great those nuggets felt inside my
mouth. Man, I thought, I really have it bad, all I can hardly think about
is touching him, or sucking him, and him fucking me again.

   We took the plunge, diving headlong into the refreshing water of the
lake, and swam around, at the same time using the clear, cool water to wash
our bodies, rinsing away the last traces of our busy night of sex. As we
walked out of the lake, and approached the towels, Skip suddenly turned
toward me, and sprayed a long fountain of water from his mouth, splattering
it across my chest, and down over my tummy, and my dick. "Hey!" I yelped,
startled, and as he cracked up laughing, I launched myself at him, tackling
his waist, and driving us both to the spread towel. We grappled, rolling
around on the towels, and the surrounding soft grass, jabbing at each
other. Eventually, I maneuvered Skip onto his back, and I dove between his
splayed legs, grabbing his whole package in my hands, balls and all. He
stopped struggling as I firmly gripped his family jewels, and grinned down
at me, saying, "Suck it, Robby...you know you want to, Dude....suck
me....please!" Music to my ears, so without further ado, I gripped his
thick shaft, and slid the length of it into my hungry mouth. "Agggg,
Yea....!" He growled, and I began sucking his tasty cock in the rhythm that
I had come to know he loved, almost as much as I loved doing it.

   I worked my drooling mouth over his thick cock, as my fingers toyed with
his balls, my ears filled with his soft moans of pleasure, and my own
slurping noises. Skip humped his hips in sync with my up and down
movements, and I sensed him picking up the pace, as he began to roll toward
a fast building orgasm. I increased my own tempo, tugging gently on his
balls, and pressing a finger firmly against his solid perineum, which
caused him to add some volume to his moans. My mouth flooded with copious
saliva as I anticipated the warm flood of his thick cream, and the excess
drooled from the corners of my packed mouth, and streamed over Skips balls
where my fingers prodded the yummy orbs. Suddenly, his fingers laced into
my hair, and he was tugging hard, pulling my head back off his turgid meat,
and muttering, "Robby....dude...chill....wait....wanna....oh shit,
Dude....where is that oil...?" My heart did a little leap in my chest, and
I quickly pulled back, spitting his throbbing cock from my puffy lips. I
quickly located the suntan oil, and squirted a generous drizzle onto his
rigid cock, my mind racing with the thought that he was actually asking,
and eagerly, to fuck me! Not wanting to miss this auspicious change in
attitude, I covered my fingers in the slippery substance, and swabbed it
over my pucker, as I scooted astraddle of his lithe frame.

   Skip groaned some more as I worked the shaft of his rock hard tool in my
oily fingers, and lifted up on my knees, bringing his cock into alignment
with my oiled core. "Agh....Ohhh.....yea....!" came his slightly squeaky
wail, as I moved the slick bulb of his thick cock back and forth across my
little pucker, before slowly settling, as I sat right down on his pulsing
shaft. I yelped softly, as the bulbous head slid past my tight sphincter,
the flared mushroom spreading my anal walls, and leading the way for the
thick shaft to slide fully inside me. I bottomed out, impaled on skip's
granite hard meat, and stopped, reveling in the now familiar fullness, and
relishing the transition from mild pain, to pure, and absolute,
pleasure. God, I wondered, how had I ever lived without this, the
mind-reeling pleasure of him filling me this way. I rose up on my knees,
slowly and steadily gliding my clenched sheath over his satin smooth
hardness, and paused at the top stroke. I flexed my anal muscle, tightly
gripping the bulb of his cock, and I felt him flex the swollen shaft of his
cock, causing the head to flare even wider inside my tight trap. I looked
down into his eyes, and he smiled at me, his head rolling side to side
slowly, as if in wonder. I placed my hands on his smooth chest, and ran my
fingers over his puffy nipples, and slowly, very slowly, sank back down
onto his groin, giggling softly, as I felt his silky pubes tickle my
hanging ball sac.

   I rode him then, much as I had done in the tent in the wee hours of the
morning, finding a pace, and rhythm. I gasped each time I rose off him,
holding only that fat cock head in my steely grip, and grunted, on each
down stroke, as his turgid meat filled me to a point I half expected to
have it slide into my mouth from my throat. Skip held my waist in his
hands, gripping me tightly, and helping me rise, and fall, as I rode him
toward explosion. I rolled my head back, lolling it side to side on my neck
like a worn out rag doll, and emitted a steady cadence of soft mews, and
purrs, as his thick cock hammered at my scorched insides. I nearly growled
with pleasure, as he reached between our sweating bodies, and firmly
gripped my own drooling tool, stroking me rapidly, in sync with our
feverish thrusting. Oh man, did I love this, or what, I thought, his fat
cock filling me with both size, and wonder, and I was suddenly very clear
with the understanding that, for me, this was the ultimate, my very own
utopia, one that I would seek all of my life.

   It was undoubtedly the best, by far, that we had experienced, and it
seemed that both of us knew it, as we strived to hold it at bay. We
stroked, and fucked and petted, touching everywhere, as connected as any
two humans can ever be. The feverish sounds of our mutual pleasure filled
the still meadow, and mixed provocatively with our combined moans, and the
almost sordid sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping flesh on flesh. I was
dizzy with the combined pleasures, and sensations that racked my heaving
body, and my balls were suddenly aflame, almost in pain, though sweet
agony, for sure, as Skip continued to stroke my leaking tool, until my
aching balls rolled upward, and released a torrent of my pent up fluid
through the spasming trunk of my cock, erupting the thick essence across
Skip's torso in several long strings. "Unggggg...fuck....Skipper....!" I
wailed, jamming down fully on his rock hard meat, and squealing again, as
his firmness dragged over my flexing prostate, causing yet another eruption
of my molten cum to paint over his heaving chest.

   Skip released my wilting cock then, and firmly gripped my slim waist in
his hands, literally lifting, and dropping me, as he drove his hips upward
sharply, impaling my tender chute over and over, until his own brain
searing orgasm washed over him, and I felt his amazing contractions deep
inside me, his creamy load washing my battered colon in thrust after thrust
of his hips, as he hammered into me, draining his very soul into my
trembling body. He collapsed back then, and I fell forward onto him, our
sweat soaked skin squeaking as we thrashed together. His cock stayed buried
inside me, and I could feel his warm flood escaping around the wilting
shaft, as I lifted my head, and brushed my mouth against his lush lips. He
moaned softly, and I felt his tongue invade my mouth, as I dueled it with
my own, as our ragged breath escaped our joined mouths.

   We settled, finally, and I rolled off of him, and a small grunt escaped
me, as his cock slid out of my gapping, and puffy entrance. I snuggled my
face against his damp chest, and reveled in the awesome feeing of his
essence draining from my body, as it drizzled over my spent balls, and
across my thigh. I lapped at his nipple gently, then, lifted my head, and
looked into his flushed face, and said, "Awesome, Skipper-dude....the
best.... Absolutely....freaking... amazing!" He grinned, and nodded,
seemingly not quite able to actually speak. Once again we cuddled, and
dozed, two very contented boys under a warm afternoon sun.

(To be Continued)
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