Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 13:22:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (2)

It was barely daylight, when I slowly opened my eyes, my sleep fogged brain
dimly registering the serious urge to relieve my swollen bladder. I zipped
down my sleeping bag, and looked at the soundly sleeping Skip. Jeez, I
thought, he even looks cute asleep. His near-white hair was all tousled,
and he was breathing softly, his full lips parted slightly, with just his
sweet face visible where it emerged from his tightly snuggled sleeping
bag. I sighed, looking closely at his lush mouth, and wondered what it
would be like to kiss him. I shook my head slowly, and chuckled softly,
thinking how he would prolly kick my ass for having those kinds of thoughts
about him.

I peeled back my sleeping bag, and rolled out, crawling over to unzip the
tent flap. I scooted outside, then stood, and headed over to a stand of
pines. I pushed the front of my briefs down under my balls, and my cock
sprung free. I gripped the shaft in my fingers, and gave a little twitch of
my stomach muscles, getting things started. I finished peeing, and gave my
meat a little shake, which felt pretty nice, so I did it a few more times,
eventually changing over to stroking it, as it grew all hard in my hand. I
looked down, and giggled, as I let go of it, and flexed my muscles, making
it twitch, and jerk around. I grabbed it again, rubbing it up and down, and
thought about jerking off, until I realized how cold it was to be standing
there. I pulled up my undies, my stiffy poking out the front of them big
time, and crawled back inside the tent.

As I laid back in my sleeping bag, I looked over at Skip again, and saw
that he hadn't moved, and I got this weird idea then. I reached inside my
bag, and pushed my undies down, and kicked them off my feet. I gripped my
hardon, and stroked it a few times, making my balls feel all tingly. I
flipped back the sleeping bag, and rolled on my side, scooting upward a
ways. I giggled softly, looking down, and seeing my hard pecker just an
inch or so away from Skips half open mouth. I giggled again, when he
stirred slightly, and exhaled a big breath that actually felt warm, and
damp, on the head of my dick. I rolled over then, and worked my bare butt
right up close to his face, and wiggled it around, looking back over my
shoulder at it almost rubbing his cute face. Really feeling horny now, I
rolled on my back, and slid back inside the bag, grabbed my stiffy, and
started jacking it, while my other hand tugged on my balls.

I was getting really into it, jacking my rock hard cock, and rolling my
snug balls in my other hand, when all of a sudden Skip giggled, and said,
"Oh wow, Robby, you're, like, jacking off, huh!" I freaked for a minute,
and felt my face get all hot, and turned my head to look at him
sheepishly. "Busted, big time...jeez, dude, I thought you were sleeping." I
told him. He giggled again, and said, "It's cool, I do it all the time too,
actually, so you don't need to stop." I looked at him, still blushing big
time, and squeaked, "Really...you do it lots, too?" He grinned, and nodded
his head, his own creamy cheeks turning a nice color of pink. "Uh
huh...seriously, Dude, I do, and, seriously, don't stop, ok, just go for
it." I blushed again, and slowly started pumping my aching cock again, not
looking at Skip, but feeling his eyes on my sleeping bag, where my hand
stroked up and down. We were quiet, neither of us speaking, and I continued
my solo workout, feeling the pressure build rapidly in my balls. It was
awesome, him watching me that way, and I started imagining it was his hands
touching me, driving me toward my rapidly building orgasm.

"Uh, Robby...?" Skip said softly. I opened my eyes, and rolled my head to
look at him, and said, "Hmm...?" He grinned, his eyes totally locked onto
my pumping sleeping bag, and said, "Can I...um...watch you...out of the
bag, I mean...?" My heart lurched inside my chest, and I opened my mouth t
answer, but only squeaked, "Really...you wanna...?" He giggled, and nodded,
saying softly, "Yea, Dude, I really wanna see ya do it, ok?" I inhaled a
deep breath, and sighed, "Oh damn, Dude...shit...ok then...here goes...!" I
flipped the sleeping bag off me, and again gripped my hard cock, moving my
fingers up and down its leaking length, feeling Skip's eyes burning into my
skin as he watched my every motion. "Fuck, that's so cool...you got a
really nice one, Robby, seriously nice!" he chirped excitedly, and the idea
of him watching me stroke my stuff, and any minute now, seeing my cum all
flying, was making me so hot I couldn't stand it. "Lemme see yours, too,
Skip...come on, Dude, hurry!" I squealed, and he giggled, mumbling, "Oh
shit...yea...ok!"

I watched him, and tried to slow down my stroking my dick, not wanting to
cum before I got to see I had been really wanting to see for a long
time. Skip tugged down the zip on his bag, and pushed it open, his hands
gripping the elastic of his white briefs. He lifted his cute butt off the
bag, and skinned out of his undies, his rock hard cock slapping against his
groin. He giggled, and lifted his butt again, poking his proud five inch
boner high in the air. "Check it out, Dude, look at how boned this shit has
got me...it almost freeking hurts!" he squealed, and I did check it out,
believe me! My eyes locked onto his pulsing meat, and my hand resumed
flying up and down my leaking shaft. I felt my balls drag up tight, and my
dick spasm hard in my fist, and I watched Skips pretty blue eyes go wide,
as my cock exploded, jetting my cum in a huge spray that painted over my
tummy and chest in a zillion dots, and strings, of the stuff. Skip stared,
wide eyed, as I finished shooting, and sagged back onto my sleeping bag,
chest heaving, and gasping for air. "Fuuuuck.....that's awesome!" he
croaked, and he moved his hand to tightly grip his own quaking stiffy,
pumping it furiously, until it too erupted, long strings of his creamy
sperms flying all over. I watched his stuff shoot out, and it made my mouth
water seeing it all, and I imagined I could almost feel it blowing like
that inside my mouth, like the pic's on the net that I liked to look at. I
giggled at the thought, and muttered, "Damn, Skipper-dude, that's hot, nice
freeking load, Dude!" He giggled, and blushed a bright red, then mumbled,
"Yea, you too, Dude, awesome, for sure!"

We lay back, spent, and quiet, for a few minutes, and took turns sneaking
sly peeks at each others naked, and now soft, equipment. Finally, I rolled
up onto one elbow, and extended my hand to cover the scant distance between
us, idly trailing my fingers through the slick pools of his boy juices on
his smooth tummy. He giggled, and blushed some more, and I let my hand
slide down his flat, soft, tummy until I griped his small dick in my
fingers. He tensed slightly, then relaxed, as I fingered his soft little
dick, then, cupped his freshly drained balls. I looked into his eyes, and
winked, saying, "That was so fucking cool, totally cool!" He grinned, and
nodded, mumbling, "Uh huh, for sure!"

 We got up then, and swabbed at our cummy bodies with our briefs, then slid
into our clothes. We ate our re-hydrated breakfast, and some dried fruit
sticks, packed our gear, and headed on down the trail, beginning our second
day in Desolation Valley on a particularly special note.

(To Be Continued)
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