Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 10:58:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (4)

A kind of awkward silence followed, as we sat there giving each other
sheepish looks, until finally Skip lay back, and dropped an arm over his
eyes. Unable to resist, I let my eyes roam over his naked body, shivering
slightly, as I gazed at his now soft little cock. His smooth chest rose and
fell with his breathing, and the silence between us grew deafening. I
needed to say something, anything, to make it right, what I had just done,
but I had no words. Needing to escape the stony awkwardness of the moment,
I got to my feet, and plunged into the lake, swimming strong strokes,
trying to clear my mind.

I plowed the water with all of my strength until I was exhausted and
stopped, treading water as I gulped in air, some hundred yards off
shore. My mind was reeling with a thousand thoughts at once, as I kicked at
the water, regaining my breath. What the fuck had gotten into me, to do
that, I wondered, the realization gelling in my brain. I just sucked my
best bud's cock, for Christ's sake, sucked him, and made him cum in my
mouth. Even worse, I suddenly realized, I not only did it, but I fucking
liked it. Jeez, am I fucked up, or what. What was Skip going to say, or do,
now, I wondered, prolly all disgusted with me, thinking I'm some fag boy, a
fucking cocksucker. Shit. Am I....oh jeez...a cocksucker? I gave a minutes
serious thought to just stopping my kicking, let myself just slip under the
water, and sink to the bottom of the freeking lake, and drown. Might be way
easier than going back to face Skip, to feel his scorching look, to hear
his words of hateful disgust at my actions. Oh jeez, Robby boy, you have
seriously screwed the pooch, this time.

Finally realizing that if I didn't get back to shore I really just might
drown, I looked back to the island, and saw Skip standing knee deep in the
water watching me. I waved my arm, indicating that I was going back to
where we had left our clothes, and he waved back that he understood. I
turned toward the shore, and started swimming in. I reached the shallows,
and stood, walking out of the water to my clothes, and pulled on my
shorts. As I was tying my shoes, Skip emerged from the lake, and walked
over next to me. I tried to resist, and failed, big time, as my eyes were
drawn to his cute little package, and as I looked, my mouth flooded with
saliva, and I actually started thinking about sucking him again. Jeez! He
reached for his shorts, and put them on, then said, sounding entirely
normal, "Let's get those fish, Dude, and get back to camp, I'm getting
seriously hungry." I stood, and replied, "Cool, yea, me too, actually."

We made the hike back to our camp, chatting like we always so, and I
started to feel a little better, thinking that maybe skip was cool with me,
and we would just act like none of it happened. I was all cool with that,
except that I was totally aware that it had happened, and strange as it
seemed, I was pretty much all cool about that, too. So cool, I suddenly
realized, that given the opportunity, I would happily suck him again. Jeez.

The sun settled behind the high mountains as we cooked up the trout, and
whatever the mystery meal was from our dehydrated food supply, and ate
hungrily. We stoked up the camp fire, and sat on a log, enjoying the warmth
of the blaze, and watched a stunning sunset turn into a beautiful moonlit
mountain night. We talked, just bullshit, like always, and the earlier
tension drained away from me, Skip acting totally like Skip, with no
mention of the island event. I cleaned up the dishes, and stowed the
cooking gear, while Skip went in the tent, and rolled out our sleeping
bags. I banked the fire, peed on a pine tree, and crawled inside the
tent. Skip went outside to do his thing, and I stripped down, and crawled
inside my bag. He came back, and peeled off his clothes, while I watched
him in the soft light of the dimmed lantern. I felt a definite twinge in my
balls as he stepped out of his shorts, and his cute cock swung into
view. He lay down on his open sleeping bag, making no real effort to hide
his stuff from me, so I kept on looking, silently willing him to ask me to
repeat this afternoon's adventure. He propped his head on an elbow, and
looked at me, then shook his head slowly, and said, "Your pretty amazing,
Robby, sometimes, really amazing." I felt my face go all hot, blushing, but
also excited at the idea that he was referring to this afternoon, and he
wasn't acting all grossed out about it. My cock sprung an instant boner at
the thought that maybe we would actually do it again sometime, and I
wrapped my fist around it, stroking gently. Embarrassed, I giggled a
nervous little noise, and mumbled, "Sorry, Dude." He gave me a kind of a
smirk, and reached over to turn off the lantern, and the tent went black.

It was quiet then, only the night sounds of nature stirring the silence,
and I lay quietly stroking my rock hard cock, recalling the incredible
sensation of skip's thick cock pulsing inside my mouth, and the surprising
force, and volume, of his discharge as it flooded into me almost faster
than I could swallow it. Jeez, I thought, swallow it, wow! A few minutes
passed, and I was seriously horny now, stroking my dick, and thinking back
on sucking Skip. I was thinking he had probably gone to sleep, and was
adding some speed to my jacking, working toward shooting my load, when he
startled the shit of me, suddenly saying, "Dude..." I froze in mid-stroke,
my granite hard cock pulsing strongly in my fist, and squeaked, "Yea...?"
Another long silence, then, "Um...did you...uh...like it...today, I mean." Oh
jeez, what did that mean, I wondered, and answered, "Uh, sure...today was
awesome...that upper lake rocked, big time." More dark silence, followed by,
"Yea...but...I mean...um...you know." My heart pounded inside my chest, and my
cock gave a series of jerks in my hand, and I sucked in a deep breath,
holding it, and then exhaled slowly. Fuck it, I decided, he asked me, so I
said very quietly, "Yea, Skip...I did, actually...I liked it...a lot." There,
I damn well said it, fucking `fessed up, I thought, put it right out there
to my best ever friend in the world, yes, oh God yes, I liked sucking you
off!

What followed seemed like maybe two hours of stillness, but was prolly more
like two minutes, and I actually groaned when I heard his soft whisper, "Me
too." I rolled on my side, and propped up my head, looking at his shadowy
outline beside me, and said, "Really?" I heard him take a big breath, then
say, "Really Dude, yea, prolly the most intense thing I ever felt...weird,
sorta, but major fucking intense." My mind was reeling, knowing what I
wanted to say, wanted to do, but was afraid to go there, and ruin this
small gain in ground. All that I could muster at the moment was not one of
my better oratories, as I mumbled, "Cool." Skip took another one of those
deep breaths, and I listened, as he slowly released it, and said, "You,
um...would...shit...so...you...you wanna do it again...Robby...?" My heart turned
all the way over, and back, and my dick jerked in my hand, as my mouth
suddenly exploded full of saliva. I let out a little groan, and answered,
"Fuck yea, Skip...I do...definitely...wanna do it again." Yikes, now what, I
wondered, he said he liked it, and, he just asked me if I wanted to do it
again, and I did, I do, fuck yea, right fucking now, I do!

I heard sounds of his sleeping bag rustling, and could just make out his
actions, as he kicked the top half of the bag aside.  I peered into the
semi-darkness, and clearly discerned the profile of his naked form, his
sweet cock standing solid and hard against his smooth groin. His chest
rose, as he did another big breath, and I groaned again, as I heard him
whisper, "Me too." Holding my breath, I slowly extended my hand across the
scant distance between us, and laid it onto his smooth thigh, rubbing
gently upward, until my fingers grazed his plump ball sac. He tensed
slightly, and I cupped his sac gently in my palm, sensing the weight of his
plump little nuggets as I probed against them with my fingers. He sighed
loudly as I released his nuts, and closed my fingers around his turgid
stalk, squeezing it, and moving she satiny skin over the rigid hardness
beneath. He shuddered again, as I rubbed my thumb across the spongy head of
his cock, and moaned softly, "Oh man...oh man...Robby...!" I scooted closer, a
billion butterflies doing gymnastics in my tummy, and leaned over his
middle, the heady of scent of him flooding my senses. My rapid pulse roared
loudly in my ears as I lifted his rigid cock away from his groin, reveling
in the heat of it, and the satin smoothness, his heart beat registering in
my palm as I stroked him.

"Robby...Dude...oh, fuck...!" He groaned, as I lowered my head, and extended
my tongue, lapping wetly over the leaking head of his cock. Jeez, I
thought, awesome, the thing is as hard as steel, and as soft as a baby's
ass, all at one time. I closed my fingers around the very base of his
shaft, and milked it upward, at the same time I again lapped across the
spongy head, and my taste buds exploded, as I captured a pearl of his acrid
precum on my tongue. He flinched, and I closed my lips over the very head
of his cock, my tongue sensing the ring that defined it, and sucked on it
gently, like a baby on a nipple. My tongue found the tiny "v" at the
underside of his ring, and lapped at it rapidly, causing him to lift his
cute butt, and drive his rampant meat deeper into my sucking mouth.

My senses were literally screaming with the many sensations of taking him
this way, the smooth hardness, the silky skin texture, and the very flavors
of him, the skin, and the drooling fluids. I swallowed him to the hilt, my
nose brushing against the sparse, silky, pubes that sprung from his groin
just above his cock root. My hand captured his snug balls, and tugged
lightly on them, as I moved my head back and forth over his pulsing length,
sucking him for effect now, my taste buds yearning for his most secret of
flavors. His hands tangled into my hair, and he gripped my head, guiding
me, as I sucked him, his slim hips flexing, as he matched my
rhythm. "Ohhhh....fuuuckk.....Robby...!" He wailed, and his hips withdrew
slightly, then, pummeled fully into my aching mouth, his cock swelling even
thicker, then, erupting, his salty essence jetting into my mouth in rapid
volley's, as I quickly swallowed the slippery, warm, fluid until it was
spent, and he collapsed like a rag doll.

I lay my sweating face on his soft tummy, feeling his ragged breath as he
gasped for air, and slid his wilting tool from my mouth, gently cradling it
in my hand, as is shriveled into soft smallness once again. I ran my tongue
over the roof of my mouth, savoring the after taste of his warm semen,
then, softly pressed my puffy lips to the sticky head of his cock, kissing
it, and swabbing away the last traces of his discharge. I reached down, and
gripped my own throbbing cock, and stroked it rapidly, my balls aching as
if kicked. Skip sense my movement, and grabbed my arm, tugging me, and said
urgently, "Let me, Robby...!" My heart skipped a few beats as his words sunk
in, then, I quickly adjusted toward his hand where it groped along my
abdomen. His searching fingers bumped against my drooling tool, and wrapped
firmly around it, hesitated slightly, then, began an up and down motion,
sliding the skin smoothly over the rock hard core. My balls were so
overcharged that it required no more than half dozen strokes to drive me
over the edge, and my shaft flexed once strongly, then again, and exploded,
my molten cum erupting, and spraying in all directions, as Skip continued
to pump my length until it became too sensitive, and I pulled away.

I rolled back onto my sleeping bag, my heart hammering in my chest, and
looked at Skip, and giggled, seeing his wide-eyed look of wonder, and
several small pools of my cum coating his bare torso. He looked down at
himself, then back at me, his killer smile painting over his flushed face,
and squeaked, "Jeeeesus, Dude...you freeking slimed me....big time!" I
giggled, and nodded my head, saying, "Yea, sorta.....but hey....on you
Dude...it looks awesome!" He laughed, and lifted his hand to his tummy,
slowly smearing my juices over his smooth skin, as he lay back on his small
pillow, and sighed deeply, mumbling, "Freeking...amazing...!"

(To Be Continued)
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