Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2005 13:51:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (7)

   Back at our campsite, skip grew quiet again, and I worried that he was
again having second thoughts about what we had done at the lake. I knew he
had this hang up going about it being "gay," doing stuff like that, so I
just chilled, and made small talk on other subjects. Personally, I didn't
get the hang up at all, thinking that anything that felt as good that
couldn't be a bad thing, "gay," or not. Besides, if he felt better about
just being on the receiving end, that was most cool with me, too. Jeez, I
wish he would just freeking spell it out, and cool it with the brooding.

   We finished dinner, and got all of our gear packed away, then sat by the
fire for awhile. The fire burned down low, and we moved away from it's soft
glow, to lie on our backs on the soft meadow grass, picking out star
constellations from the star packed sky. We lay close together, and our
bare legs made contact from time to time, which only heightened my
awareness of his body right next to me like that. About the third time our
legs touched, my dick went full boned, and got caught inside my shorts, so
I dropped my hand into my lap, and adjusted it, so it was laying straight
up against my tummy, making a big lump in my lap.

   Skip lifted his arm, and pointed at Taurus Constellation, then dropped
his arm back down, his hand ending up right in my tented lap. I flinched a
little, as his hand contacted my aching boner, and he closed his fingers
around it, giggling softly. He squeezed my cock, and moved his hand in
short up and down strokes, as I let out a groan in reaction to how good it
felt having him touch me that way. "Jeez, Dude, does this thing just stay
hard, like, all the time, or what"? He asked me, his hand still gently
working my throbbing cock. I laughed softly, and answered, "Pretty much,
actually, but especially when you do that to it." He giggled again, and
said, "Hmm...so I better stop, then, I guess...!" I groaned again, and
hissed, "If you want it to get soft, you better....but I don't really want
you to stop, at all."

   He twisted over on his side facing me, and propped his head on his other
arm, and looked really close into my eyes, and grinned, then said, "Cool
then, cause I don't actually want to stop, either, and, mine is just as
hard as this one, actually." I smiled, and dug my hand into his lap,
seizing his stiff nail, and squeezing it, and told him, "Oh shit, Dude, we
gotta get rid of these clothes, and go for it, I'm so freeking horny to
play with you, it hurts." He giggled, and nodded his head, as we both
quickly stripped off the few clothes we had on, our rock hard cocks
standing tall and proud in the bright moonlight.

   We settled back onto the grass again, our hands colliding, as we again
reached for each others erection, and we giggled at our eagerness to
explore each other yet again. In no time we got into a rhythm, each of us
slowly jacking the others hard cock, and filling the still night air with
the sounds of our combined moaning, and increased breathing. Skip stroked
upward on my rampant prick, and paused at the top, to rub his thumb over my
cock head, causing me to shudder, and suck in a sharp breath. He repeated
the motion a few more times, and I groaned, as I felt my precum ooze from
my slit, and be spread over the sensitive knob by his thumb. "Oh damn,
Dude, you got the gusher going again already, Jesus, you make a lotta
juice, Robby!" he said, and I felt my cheeks get hot from blushing. "Well,
it's just....you get my nuts flowing, touching me so good, like this." I
squeaked, being completely honest with him, and I shuddered again, as
another pearl of the slick stuff drooled from my slit.

    Skip chuckled softly, and moved his hand down to cup my balls, saying,
"I do, huh, so it's me that gets these cute little balls all boiling, is
it?" I nodded rapidly, and muttered, "Yea, big time!" He rolled my balls
around, and tugged gently on my full sac, and I imitated his earlier
motion, swiping my thumb over his own slippery cock head. That got a groan
out of Skip, so I did it some more, and he pulled his hand away from my
balls, rolled onto his back, and dropped his arm across his eyes. He
inhaled deeply, and thrust his slim hips back and forth, humping his steely
hard cock into my fist. "Fuck, that feels so awesome!" he muttered,
exhaling the deep breath slowly, and I rose up on one arm to look down at
my hand, smiling, as I clearly saw his cute boner in my fist, as I
continued to stroke his silky smooth skin. I made a slow upward stroke, and
moaned softly, as I watched a small tear drop of his precum appear at the
slit of his cock head, shining wetly in the moonlight. I felt my mouth
water, and a dull ache ran the length of my jaw bone, and I knew right then
and there that I wanted to suck him again. I shifted my body slightly,
still stroking the satin smoothness of his rigid meat, and lowered my head
to his chest, flicking my tongue over his smooth skin. He sighed deeply,
and his hands came up to run his fingers through my hair, as he mumbled my
name a few times. My tongue found his taut little nipple, and licked at it,
and I closed my lips over the stiff nubbin, and sucked at it gently. He
groaned, and pressed down on head, as I sucked his nipple, before sliding
across to capture its twin, and repeat the action. "Jesus, Rob, Jesus!" he
groaned, and I pulled away from his nipple, and licked my way down his
smooth torso, until I was gently tugging his sparse pubes with my teeth. I
held his pulsing cock, and pressed the smooth head against my cheek,
feeling the wetness of it streaking my skin. He groaned again, and lifted
his hips, thrusting the turgid stalk upward, as I rubbed the spongy head
over my closed lips.

   God, I thought, he smells so freeking good, I can smell the excitement
on him, and his drooling precum. I slid my tongue out, and swabbed over the
wet head of his cock, my mouth flooding with saliva, as my taste buds
registered the slightly acrid flavor of his leaking
fluid. "Agg....jeez...Robby....please, Dude...!" he wailed, still thrusting his
hips back and forth. I licked him again, and blew my warm breath over the
wet head of his cock, and slid my hand down to capture his snug ball sac. I
licked his cock head like an ice cream, and swilled my tongue over it, my
hand toying with his tight balls, and he groaned, again saying my name, and
repeating his plea's over and over, "OH shit....ummm....please....oh
man...please...!" I closed my lips over just the head of his cock, and sucked
it, his bitter-sweet flavors invading my senses, then released it, and
rubbed it against my cheek, as I said, "Please, what, Skip....say
it...please, what?" He groaned, and thrust strongly upward, stabbing the
spongy head of his swollen cock into my cheek, and muttered,
"Fuck...please....suck me, Dude...please...fucking...suck...my...cock...!" I
smiled, and lifted his drooling stalk with my fingers, pulling it upward,
away from his groin, and slowly, inch by inch, slid the throbbing meat
inside my mouth. Skip made a sound like a death rattle, deep inside his
chest, and his hands gripped the sides of my head, as I sucked his entire
length into my mouth, and pressed my nose into his soft nut bag.

   I held him deep for a minute, swallowing several times, and savored the
incredible feel of his cock filling my mouth, as it pulsed, and spasamed. I
lifted my head then, slowly moving back up his length until only the
swollen head remained in my tightly closed lips. I stabbed the tip of my
tongue repeatedly against the tiny "v" of his glans, and he yelped, again
lifting his butt upward, and driving his cock fully into my mouth. His
fists hammered the grass, and he emitted a series of noises, as I moved my
mouth up and down his swelling cock, using my hand to tug at his balls, and
he began rapidly thrusting his hips, literally fucking my tightly closed
mouth. In no time, he was there, and he wailed a loud animal-like sound,
and erupted, his rock hard cock jerking repeatedly, as he rapidly filled my
sucking mouth with several strong bursts of his salty cumm. I gulped
rapidly, his slick fluid pouring into my mouth time after time, until he
gave one last strong shudder, and collapsed back onto the soft grass. I
continued to swallow, and suck at his softening cock, until he grabbed at
my hair, pulling me away from his super sensitive tool, and I released it
from my puffy lips. I held it gently in my hand, and stared at it in
wonder, as it shriveled into total softness, all small, and cute, in my
fingers. I leaned in, and kissed the smooth head, then, rolled onto my
back, my chest heaving, as I gulped in fresh air, my head spinning with the
wonder of the event, already wanting to do the whole thing over again. Skip
gripped my hand in his, and squeezed tightly, and said softly, "Holy shit,
Robby...gay...whatever....that...fucking....rocks!"

(To Be Continued)
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