Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 06:04:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (17)

   We stayed there quite a while, quietly cuddled, and lightly stroking
each others bodies, as the fire began to die, listening to the stillness of
the high mountain evening. It was so still as to almost be noisy, the only
sounds the occasional movement of some type of wildlife, and the soft
lapping of the lake water folding gently over the rocky
shoreline. Eventually the activity level of the flying insect population
increased, so we doused the fire, and fled to the bug-free refuge of the
tent.

   I crawled in, and stretched out on top of our sleeping bag/bed, while
Skip zippered down the flap, and secured it. On his knees, he turned toward
me, and let the beam of the flashlight play over my naked body, giggling
when he illuminated my steely erection, where it pulsed against my groin. I
feigned mild anger, and asked, "What, you think blue-balls is funny, Dude?"
He chuckled, and shook his head, as he scooted over onto the sleeping bag
and settled himself between my open legs. He brought his hands up, and
placed them on the insides of my thighs above my knees, and began
finger-walking up ward, causing my prick to lurch, and tingle, from the
light touch of his fingers. "Nope, not funny at all, Robby, I know all
about that feeling, just not, like, recently, thanks to my best bud ever."
I had to smile at that, loosing what little semblance of madness I might
have been feeling, and lost it even more, when his fingers danced over my
balls. "Yea, well, I try, Dude, you know what I mean?" He nodded, his palm
now cupping, and gently lifting my ball sac. "Yes you do, and you
"suck-seed" pretty damn well, too!" He giggled at his little play-on-words,
and I did too, feeling my cheeks grow slightly warm at the pointed
reference to my recently developed oral skills.

   Skip continued doing the most delightful things to my aching balls, and,
if possible, I actually think my hardon expanded another half-inch, or
so. I opened my legs wider still, and gave him full access to my nut sac,
and I watched his dimly lit face, as he concentrated on my crotch. He kept
rolling and tugging my balls with one hand, while the other one closed
firmly around the shaft of my cock, and began a slow up and down motion. I
moaned softly, the sweet tingly feelings beginning to flow through me,
warming me, and giving me that flushed feeling. I could so get used to
this, I thought, and shuddered slightly, as Skip slid a fingertip
repeatedly across the head of my cock, still working the magic on my sac
with the other hand. I smiled to myself, as I suddenly thought of one of
the newer buzz-words that had become stylish recently, deciding that Skip
was pretty damn good at this "multi-tasking" stuff, and that both his
right, and left, hands knew exactly what they were doing!

   My closed-eye reverie was disturbed slightly, when Skip backed off his
gentle ministrations of my stuff, and shifted around. He reached for the
flashlight, and stood it on end, so that the beam hit the roof of the tent,
cascading our little love nest in a soft, reflected, pool of light. He
fished around in the small pile of our clothes, then, sat back on his
heels, smiling wickedly at me, and wiggling his heavy eyebrows in a
sinister way, as he hoisted aloft the bottle of suntan oil. I actually
blushed, a sudden wave of warmth washing over me, as I took his meaning. I
dropped my eyes to his crotch, and felt another wave of the warmth, almost
like liquid, wash over me, as I focused on his once again rampant cock,
fully erect, and weaving in front of his slender frame. I lifted my eyes
back to meet his, my little pucker flexing in anticipation, and he cocked
an eyebrow at me in question, shaking the oil slowly in his hand. I grinned
back at him, and slowly nodded my head, then squeaked, "Uh huh....oh
shit...yesss!"

   Skip lowered himself then, and got prone between my open legs, his hands
gliding back to my crotch, and resuming his sweet fondling of my very hard
cock, and aching balls. I lay back, and exhaled deeply, giving myself over
to the waves of sensation that he was creating. He stroked me, his fingers,
and hands seemingly everywhere at once, and I closed my eyes, reveling in
the sweet tingles. I jumped slightly, as the new sensation of his wet
tongue sliding up my inner thigh startled me, and moaned, as he licked at
my scrotum, and tongue-teased my swollen nuts. He licked me, and sucked my
balls, his tormenting slow stroking of my drooling cock never missing a
beat, then, moved that incredible mouth over my granite hard cock, and
exhaled his warm breath over the slick head. I groaned again, and then
again, as he slowly swallowed the entire length of my cock inside his
mouth, sucking me gently, as his head traveled over
me. "AGgggg....sweet....!" I mumbled, as he established a maddeningly slow
pace, gently sucking me, and toying with my balls.

   He kept at it, and my balls were singing, alive with such tingles that I
could barely lie still. He shifted slightly, and moved his torturing mouth
back to my ball sac, licking and sucking, as his fingers moved up to tweak
my nipples. I groaned, and thrust my hips at him, the quick little pinches
of his fingers on my nipples causing an electric feeling to jolt through
me. He dropped his hands down, and slid them behind my knees, lifting, and
bending my legs, so that my knees hit my chest. I felt the cool air glide
over my exposed pucker, and I knew that I was totally exposed, open, to his
onslaught, and I shuddered, as I felt his wet tongue make a tentative quick
pass over my small wrinkle, once, and then, again. "Ohhhh,
Jeez....Skip....Dude....!" I muttered, amazed, and totally thrilled, at
this new, and unexpected gesture. He paused briefly, sampling, I suppose,
the flavor of this unexplored turf, then, repeated the motion, once again
dancing his tongue over my tight little treasure, this time with more
energy. I groaned, my own mind reeling from this brand new excitement, and
grabbed at my legs, pulling them back, further opening myself to him, as I
softly muttered his name, over and over.

   He seemed to get into it then, and he began avidly tonguing me, the flat
of his suddenly skilled tongue making long swipes over my entrance, then,
repeatedly stabbing at it with only the tip. I groaned, and grunted, my
lust fully inflamed by this most intimate of gestures from Skip, and thrust
myself shamelessly at him, suddenly horny beyond all belief. He kept it up,
seeming to greatly warm to his handiwork, and my cock was drooling with my
raging passions, as he swabbed at my core, and finally invaded, a good inch
of his talented tongue slipping past my tightness, and plowing inside my
feverish tunnel. I growled an unworldly sound, and he worked his tongue in,
and out of my gripping chute, as I splay myself obscenely open to his
onslaught, my mind reeling with sensory overload. He kept at it for what
seemed like forever, and finally tired, suddenly withdrawing, to lift his
head, his fingers grasping my throbbing shaft, as he slid the leaking head
of my cock between his lush lips, and sucked, deftly capturing the
glistening strings of my wetness with that skillful tongue.

   He released me then, and quickly recovered the bottle of oil, opening
it, and squirting a large drizzle of the slippery fluid onto his rampant
cock, and then repeating the process, spreading a generous layer of the oil
over my flexing pucker. He scooted forward, his hand firmly gripping the
base of his turgid meat, and aligned the bulbous helmet with my upturned
pucker. I groaned the animal sound again, as he rubbed the slick head of
his well oiled cock back and forth over the tiny ridges of tissue guarding
my core, then, pressed harder, then, harder still. I exhaled deeply,
willfully relaxing all of my muscles, and opening myself to him, as the
thick head of his cock penetrated my tight ring, and slid inside my molten
chute. He paused for only a second, and I muttered for him to hurry, and he
did, plunging his thick cock fully inside me in one long, slow stroke. He
bottomed out, and I could feel his silky pubes on my ball sac, as he began
an equally slow withdrawal, until just the crown of his cock remained. He
paused, and his body shuddered strongly, as he sucked in a huge breath, and
once more plunged fully into me in one, fluid motion.

   That became our rhythm, then, as Skip fucked me, one long, slow, inward
thrust, a pause, then, a slow withdrawal, pause, and another inward
plunge. I rolled my hot little butt at him, and clamped his shaft tightly,
flexing my anal muscles, as he began his outward stroke, and relaxing them,
making my stretched sheath as soft as warm butter, as he plunged into my
searing depth, lighting fire to my rock hard prostate with each pass, in
both directions.  Every nerve receptor of my being was aflame, so many
mixed sensations coursing through me that I lost track, surrendering myself
totally to the myriad of pleasures that overwhelmed me as Skip fucked me,
fucked me in the most stupendous way possible, until my aching balls could
handle no more, and my thick load erupted. I wailed, a sound so foreign,
and strange that I didn't recognize it as mine, as my creamy cum bolted
from the head of my cock, sending long jets of the stuff arching high above
me, then, splattering across my heaving torso in thick pools of white. Skip
continued to pillage me, his pace quickening now, as he drove his thick
cock in and out of my wide-stretched hole, literally fucking my ass off,
his pounding so deep, and violent, that I was sure I'd never stand straight
again, much less walk. Finally, he reached his own edge, and tumbled over,
his cock swelling inside me until it felt like it might exit my mouth,
then, strongly flexing, again, and again, as he pumped wave after creamy
wave of his essence into my gripping guts, flooding me with every ounce of
the ball juice he possessed.

   Spent, Skip gave one last thrust of his cute butt, and collapsed onto
me, his arms seeming to snap at the elbows, so sudden was his collapse, and
his weight sank across my still heaving body, as I wrapped my arms around
his sweat coated back, holding on to him like he might melt, or vaporize,
before me, if I didn't hang on. He buried his sweaty face into my chest,
and his back rose and fell sharply, as he gasped for air, totally winded,
as if he had just run a record paced marathon, and still I held him, my
arms clamping him to me with every ounce of strength I had in me. Slowly,
we calmed, and relaxed, our bodies aching from the prolonged tensions, and
we separated, Skip rolling off me to his side. Our eyes met in the
backlight of the small tent, and small, almost shy, little smiles painted
our sweating faces, and we each moved slightly forward, until our lips met,
and we covered each others mouths with little butterfly kisses. Skip backed
away slightly, and looked into my eyes, then softly said, "Holy shit,
Batman....that.....was.....amazing!" I grinned, nodding my head in
agreement, and squeaked, "Uh huh!"

   We got cleaned up, and made a last trip outside to water the pines,
giggling like a couple of school girls, as we chris-crossed our streams of
pee, then played out an impromptu sword fight with our dicks, before
scooting back inside the tent, and snuggling into our sleeping bag bed, and
crashing, a deep, satisfied sleep suddenly taking us both. We woke up
together in the morning, each of us a little sheepish about the intensity
of the prior evening, and slid out of bed, and walked down to the lake for
a last cleansing skinny-dip, before heading for home, and a return to the
real world. We ate our breakfast, neither of us offering much in the way of
conversation, both seemingly content in our own thoughts.

   We cleaned up, and broke camp, then, squared away our backpacks for the
last leg of out trek. Just before we slung our packs, Skip slid his arm
across my shoulders, and drew me close to him, pressing his soft, lush,
lips against my cheek. He pulled back then, and gazed into my eyes, then,
said, "I can't say for sure, Robby, what a change of elevation might mean,
but Dude, I gotta tell you, I wouldn't change one second of this trip,
except maybe if I could make it last longer."  I looked deeply into his
eyes, and slowly nodded my head in agreement, and replied, "I hear what
your saying, Skipper-dude, but I gotta tell you, I know me way better than
I used to, before this killer trip, and, just so you know, whatever the
elevation, I'm up for more, anytime you are." He stared at me a full
minute, then smiled that killer grin, and winked, saying, "You never can
tell, Bud, you just never can tell about shit like that."

   We shouldered our packs, and with a last, fond look at the incredible
high Sierra scenery, we headed off down the trail, me once again following
Skips lead, and perving that very cute butt.

THE END


Well, another wrap. <Sigh> It has been a blast, spinning this little yarn,
and once again, I thank all who took the time to comment on the effort. My
best to you all, and yours, for happy holidays, and may the coming new year
be plentiful, and safe.

Storyguy22@yahoo.com