Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 12:50:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (9)

   Skip seemed looser than usual following our mutual sliming of each other
in the tent, and he giggled hysterically as he used his worn briefs to swab
his copious cum load from my face. I was hoping that he had finally got it
straight in his mind that our playing around together was really cool, and
not the big "gay" thing that he seemed so hung-up about. We finally settled
in for the night, cuddling naked together on his spread open sleeping bag,
and using mine as a cover. In spite of having just popped a huge load, my
dick grew about half stiff again, as I snuggled into his naked body, my arm
stretched over his smooth chest. He reached out and killed the lantern, and
in short order, we were both sleeping like logs.

   It was already daylight when I woke up, feeling Skip wiggling around,
trying to untangle himself from me. During the night I must have moved
some, and I realized my leg was across his lower body, pretty much trapping
him under me. I moved, and mumbled, then giggled, as Skip muttered, "Move
it, cum face, I, like, really gotta pee!" The mere suggestion made me very
aware of my own aching bladder, and I rolled off him, tossing the sleeping
bag back as I moved. The cool morning air was a mild shock to our bare
skin, and I rolled back toward him, snuggling against his warmth. "Too cold
to get up!" I groaned, and Skip thrust himself against me, saying, "Yea,
well, it's gonna get even colder if I make us all wet!" I giggled, and
nodded, then rolled away from him, and we struggled to our feet, unzipped
the tent, and emerged into the bright sunlight of a new day.

   We walked quickly to a stand of pines off to the side of the tent, and
stood side by side, each of us reaching for our distended prick. I looked
down at Skip's turgid meat, and felt my own thicken in my hand. "Jeez, man,
I gotta pee so freeking bad, and I can't get it going, cause I'm, like,
half hard, too!" He moaned, and I chuckled, relating totally to his
condition. "Yea, me too!" I croaked, and pressed hard on my abdominal
muscles, willing my bladder to let go. Finally my stream erupted, and I
proceeded to pee like a racehorse, as I watched Skip grimace, still
struggling to get things going. I giggled softly, a nutty idea crossing my
mind, then reached down, and brushed his hand away from his dick, and took
hold of it. "What...the fuck...?" He squeaked, and I held it firmly, saying,
"Just let fly, dude, I'll point it for you!" He groaned, and giggled,
finally bursting forth with a very strong jet of pee from his dick slit,
and mumbling, "Perv...jeez, Robby...you are such a perv!" I laughed, nodding
my head, and aimed his pissing cock so that his stream crossed mine, and
moved it back and forth. The pressure flowing through his cock felt really
cool in my fingers as I held him, and continued moving his cock around as I
directed his spray. Finally, both our bladders drained, and the flow slowed
to a trickle, then stopped. I gripped my cock in one hand, and Skip's in
the other, gently shaking them both free of the last dribbles of pee. Skip
shook his head, and chuckled, and said, "Now, cum face, I think you are
just flat out playing with it!" I grinned and nodded, saying, "Yup, for
sure, I am!" He slapped playfully at my hand where I continued to play with
his rapidly growing cock, and said, "Well, perv-boy, if ya want to do that,
let's go back where it's warmer!" I nodded my head rapidly, and replied,
"Yea, cool, so, let's do that!"

   We headed back to the tent, and climbed inside, dropping back onto the
warm sleeping bag, and pulled the other one part way over us. Skip
stretched out on his back, and I snuggled next to him on my side, my hand
stroking his now very hard cock, while my own hardon pressed against his
smooth thigh. "Oh fuck, Robby," He mumbled softly, "That feels freeking
awesome, Dude!" I stayed silent, and continued working my fist on his cock,
then chirped, "My ears are cold!" and I quickly shifted, diving under the
covering sleeping bag, and sliding his throbbing cock inside my mouth in
one quick motion. I started sucking him, my hand coming up to cup, and
fondle his tight balls, as he groaned above me, his hands moving under the
cover to twine his fingers into my hair. "Jesus, Dude....aggg.....sweet...!"
He moaned, and I slid his cock from my mouth, ducking under, to lap at his
tight sac, and the firm nuggets within. He groaned again when I sucked his
balls into my mouth, and lifted his hips, bending one leg out to the side
to give me more room. As he made the maneuver, I got a brief glimpse of his
pink little hole, and the idea flashed through my head that I could push
down there, and lick him. Part of me wanted to try that, having seen net
pictures of guys doing it, and thinking how really hot it must be, but I
figured Skip would totally freak if I licked his butt, so I just settled
for going back to sucking his cute cock.

   My mouth was all flooded with saliva, and it made his cock glisten, and
ran down over his ball sac too, as I moved my head up and down, loving the
full feeling of his cock in my mouth. I held his balls in my fingers, and
speeded up my sucking, and he groaned some more, and started pumping his
hips up and down. I knew he was getting ready to shoot, and my mouth made
even more saliva, as I anticipated the sudden explosion that I knew was
coming, and wanted. He didn't disappoint me, and a minute or so later, he
made a growling noise, and slammed his butt upward, his cock getting even
bigger in mouth, then exploding, his warm, slippery sperms blasting into my
mouth, as I gulped it all down. Finished, Skip dropped back onto the
sleeping bag, all puffing, and panting. I held his wilting dick in my
fingers, and licked the smooth head, until he pushed me away, feeling too
sensitive to be touched any more. I rolled over onto my back, and ran my
tongue around the inside of my mouth, savoring the aftertaste of Skip's
acrid juices. Jeezo, I thought, I really love doing him like this, and I
even sorta like the taste of him, too, but man, that one little minute,
when he blows, and floods my mouth so quickly, is just so killer!

   We lay there quietly for a while, and Skip reached down, and wrapped his
fingers around my hardon, gently rubbing it. I sighed contentedly, letting
him know how nice it felt to have him touch me that way. Neither of us said
anything, and he continued to stroke me, picking up a rhythm that made it
clear he wanted to make me shoot, so I relaxed, and went with the feelings,
my breath coming in ragged little grunts. He ran his finger back and forth
over the silky head of my cock, and I felt my precum ooz from the slit. He
worked the shaft in a steady pace, and my hips began thrusting up into his
grip, until my balls went all achy, and my cock jerked really hard,then,d
let go, spewing my cums in three, or four, strong jets. The cums arched
into the air above my cock, and landed on small pools on my tummy and
chest, then just sort of drooled, coating the back of skips hand. He rubbed
me a little more, then stopped, and just held my balls in his hand, while I
got my breath back. I looked over at him, and smiled, and he grinned at me,
then, said, "I'm freeking hungry, Dude!" I giggled, nodding, and answered,
"Yea....so then....eat me, Dude!" He laughed, and dragged his fingers through
the slime on my tummy, then, stuffed his fingers into his mouth, tasting my
spooge. He made a face, and said, "Might be cool for the protein, but, it
will never replace food, as far as being filling!" I giggled, and we used
his already slimed briefs to clean ourselves up, and got up out of bed,
once more.

   We ate breakfast naked, which was totally cool, and I really cracked
Skip up big time, when I dunked his cock into my cup of orange juice, then,
licked and sucked it all clean. We cleaned up after eating, and squared
away our packs, rolled up our sleeping bags, and broke down the tent. Doing
all that stuff naked was awesome, and I loved watching Skip's cute cock and
balls swing around with his movements. Best of all I liked watching from
behind him as he knelt to roll up the tent, it looked so hot seeing his
balls hang between his thighs, and his round little butt, and I even saw
his pink little hole a few more times. We were all set to hit the trail
again, and gathered up our shorts and shirts to get dressed, when Skip
suddenly giggled, and looked at me sort of sheepishly. "What...?" I offered,
and he actually blushed slightly, then said, "Um...do you....oh, jeez....!" I
grinned, and tired it again, "Skip...Dude...what...?" He turned even redder,
and squeaked, "Um....well...shit...so, you wanna hold it for me again....cause
I gotta pee!" I felt my face grow a huge grin, and nodded, as I reached out
and grabbed his cock, pulling him toward the trees, and said, "Oh yea,
Dude, for sure, and, I want you to aim mine for me, too, ok?" He giggled,
nodding and blushing, and replied, "Yea, cool, for sure!"

   We stopped in front of the small pines, and stood shoulder to shoulder,
each with a hand wrapped around the others growing cock, and let our twin
trails of pee fly. We giggled and squealed, as we aimed our streams to
cross each others, and jerked gently on the others cock, causing the pee
streams to arch, and paint the tree trunk. Finished, we shook each others
half hard cock, adding some back and forth jacking motions, until both of
us was again fully hard. We turned to face each other, and staged a little
impromptu sword fight with our two erections, giggling like school girls in
the process. Skip's pretty face was tomato red, as he looked at me, and
said, "Jeezo, this is so freeking gay-pervy, and so freeking cool!" I
laughed, and replied, "Yea, it is, for sure, especially the freeking cool
part!"

(To Be Continued)
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