Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2020 15:31:58 +0000 From: strangewriter Subject: Wild Trip Out West 3 Thank you to everyone who reached out about this series. This section required a substantial re-write, which is why it was delayed. If you would like to comment about the series, any of my other stories, or just want to chat, you can reach me at strangewriter@protonmail.com. Please note that this is a newer email address, the old one is no longer functional. My other series can be found on the author page under the name Strange Writer. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It involves sex between a man and a boy. If you are not allowed to read such a thing, please navigate away from this page. All characters and experiences only exist in my imagination. Donate: Please consider a donation to the archive, it is a great thing, and it's important to keep it alive. Follow the donation link on the website. I hope that you enjoy part three, I anticipate two more parts of this series. Thanks for reading! SW Wild Trip Out West 3 Surprisingly, considering what had gone on between us, the two of us hadn't spent a lot of time getting to know each other. Despite the surreal scene of Patrick wearing no pants so that my cum could seep out of his hole onto a towel across his seat, we actually had a perfectly normal conversation about our lives. It turned out that Patrick wasn't just an active kid, he was actually a good soccer and baseball player, but everything had been cancelled during the pandemic. It also turned out that his soccer coach was the man in the picture that he showed me at the airport. "He's done it with lots of kids," he told me, "in my town that's kind of a thing between players and coaches. And at the middle school there's all kinds of stuff like that going on," he added, "or at least that's what I've heard." "Well, you definitely live in a different world than I grew up in," I told him, "and I guess that I'm pretty lucky for that!" Patrick laughed and nodded, "I guess so!" he agreed, "but can I tell you something?" "Of course," I answered. "I like you best, and I like doing it with you the best," he said cheerily, "I'm really happy that we met." My heart melted a little at the compliment, and it gave voice to something that I'd been thinking about. I barely knew this kid, but I was feeling an emotional attachment that I hadn't expected. I guess that I should have expected to feel a crush on the first boy who gave me these long desired pleasures, but it seemed to be so much more than that for me now. The time that we spent talking, the ride up the canyon, these were my favorite times together, and I realized all at once that I was falling for this young boy. "I'm really glad that we met, too," I finally answered when I found my voice. Then I tried to express the gravity of my feelings without sounding crazy, "I feel really, really close to you, Patrick," I started, "I know that we've just met, but I feel very attached to you." Patrick burst out laughing, surprising me and lightening the mood, "What's so funny?" I asked. "Attached to me!" he said as if that explained it, then clarified, "No shit, I know that you're attached to me, your dick has been attached to my butt and my mouth!" This was the height of comedy to the boy, and I laughed along with him as we drove. The last half hour or so of the trip was through busy towns and twisty roads, so I didn't want Patrick up walking around then, both for safety and modesty. So while we were still on the interstate, I encouraged him to go back and make himself presentable. When we had a moment where no one was close enough to look through our windshield or side windows, Patrick popped up, his bare butt framing the front window momentarily, then jumped in the back, taking the towel with him. There, standing just behind the front seats where he was out of view from the outside but completely dominating the rear view mirror, he used the towel to wipe up his lower half, concentrating on a thorough cleaning of his crack. I made a mental note to make sure that towel was the first thing washed when I did laundry. Patrick smiled at me, his cute cock once again standing at attention, obviously a little turned on by giving me a show. It was short lived, though, because he found his underwear and shorts and got dressed again, his messy hair the only give-away to our dalliance. He rejoined me in the front seat and we finished the drive, returning the boy to his parents slightly before 3 after stealing a quick kiss before we opened the door of the van to go outside. I took a quick hike that afternoon at a trail close to the campground, taking advantage of the slightly cooler temperatures before dark. Despite the unbelievable sights of one of the most beautiful places on earth, my mind was completely distracted by the memory of my time with Patrick. It was Monday tomorrow, so he would have school. I was left to wonder when we may have another opportunity to be alone. I was beginning to regret not stopping for a few minutes for a second play session before we came back. More delay may have stretched credibility, though, with his parents, so we probably made the right decision. After I returned to the campground and showered off the remains of the day, I fell back into what had become routine; sitting out under the stars with Patrick and his parents, Mike and Sue. We really enjoyed each other's company, and I was sad that we'd be parting ways in another day, not just for the obvious reason of spending time with my horndog lover, but also because I truly enjoyed his parents' company. So we sat and drank and gabbed until it was announced at 9 that Patrick needed to turn in since it was a school night. Patrick surprised me when he said, "Hey, why don't I sleep in Mr. Yardly's truck? There's an extra bed and it wouldn't be as crowded as ours." I was worried about how this sounded, but in a pattern that I was familiar with from my own experience as a parent, his mom and dad weren't suspicious of me, instead seeing an opportunity for free babysitting. We had already discussed the four of us being a "pod" for social distancing, so that wasn't an issue. But they were also reasonable and refused the request, "You can't just stay in someone's rv, buddy," Mike told him, "that's a big imposition." Trying not to sound too eager, I offered, "I do have a decent amount of space if it helps you guys out," I said, trying to sound like I couldn't care less one way or another, "and Patrick's never an imposition," then I added, "you should be proud of your son, he's a great kid," which was the absolute truth as far as I was concerned. "That's nice of you," Sue offered, "and I can't tell you how tempting it is to have a little space, but it's a school night and he has to start really early. So you need to stay with us tonight sweetie," she said addressing Patrick. The boy was disappointed, but knew that it was a long shot. He said his goodnights, and, seemingly without thinking, included me in his bedtime hugs, warming my heart but bringing a flush to my cheeks. Luckily it was very dark and the fire was waning, so no one could see my embarrassment. As he stepped into their trailer he gave me a quick wave, something not offered to his parents, and for the first time I saw a quick questioning look on Mike's face. But it was short-lived and we continued to chat for another hour, even making plans for Mike and me to hike together in the early morning, before we all turned in for the night. Sleep wasn't easy to come by as I relived the memories of the last two days. I was surprised that all of the incredible sex wasn't leaving me spent. Instead I seemed to be hornier than ever, feeling like I could cum 10 times a day and still want more. That night, I started by slowly touching myself, but by the end I was frantically jerking off to a shattering climax as the memory of fucking Patrick on this very bed filled my senses. As I finally drifted off my only thought was how much I wanted to have the boy sleeping contentedly in my arms. The next morning, I woke early and got dressed, ready to meet Mike and head to the shuttle. Today I had planned to hike Angel's Landing, one of the highlights of Zion. When my wife left, I had a spare shuttle ticket, and since both parents didn't need to watch Patrick do his school work, Mike had decided to join me. I headed outside and Mike exited their trailer at roughly the same time. We had a short walk to the shuttle, so he shouted goodbye, and I caught a glimpse of Patrick's small hand waving out the window. I waved back, hoping that maybe my eyes telegraphed my feelings to him. The short ride to the trailhead and most of the hike were fun and relatively easy until you get to a series of switchbacks, then ultimately to the "chain section", a frightening area where you are on the edge of a cliff, and has a reputation as very dangerous if you're not careful. But the reward is that it leads to the landing where you have spectacular views of the canyon. The two of us got along well, Mike taking the lead several times as he was in excellent shape, and experienced on the trail, and we had reached the top in no time. As we stood at the top taking in the view, I was surprised by the thoughts that popped into my head. Why didn't I feel guilty? Here I was with my young lover's father acting like everything was fine, and to my mind it was. I knew that I wasn't doing anything that Patrick hadn't sought out elsewhere, but at the same time, I'm sure that Mike wouldn't see it that way. And my wife? Well, Patrick offered something that she never could. If I was having an affair with another woman I would feel bad, but not with a boy. I was never going to let this experience pass me by. My head finally cleared and I enjoyed the view until we needed to head out and retrace our steps until we were back at the starting point, waiting on the shuttle. The whole hike had taken a few hours. There were fewer people now, we had made good time, so most of the early starters that we headed out with were still on the trail. Having a unique bit of space to take us out of earshot, Mike decided to have a heart to heart. "So, Jack, I wanted to talk to you about Patrick," he started. "Sure, what's up," I answered, trying not to be apprehensive, "he's a really great kid," I threw in. "Yeah, I agree, but I'm biased!" he said with a laugh, "so, here's the thing: I trust Patrick to make good decisions," he told me, then stopped. "That's probably good, he's got a good head on his shoulders," I told him, not sure where we were going with this. "Yeah, right, he does," Mike replied, "and I just wanted you to know that I trust his judgement, and I trust you to take care of him," "Sure, I'll always keep an eye out for him," I said. "That's good, because I was thinking that we could let him stay with you tonight," he looked at me, "that way, the wife and I could have some alone time." I wanted to leap up in the air and do a fist pump, but I tried to rein it in, "Oh, yeah, sure, I'd be happy to have him," I said, then it sounded sexual to me, "I mean, there's plenty of space, he won't bother me at all." "I'm sure that he won't," Mike said with a sly smile, "oh, the shuttle's here," he announced and jumped up to join the line. I sat for a second and thought, did he just say that he's ok with me having sex with his son? And it's ok because he can fuck his wife while I'm doing it? No way, right? I slowly got up and joined him, but the mood was changed for me, and I was apprehensive now. For his part, Mike was exactly the same, so either he really didn't care, or I was misinterpreting what he was telling me. On the way back Mike asked if I minded keeping an eye on Patrick while he and his wife went out to a late lunch. "Starting your date night early?" I joked. Mike smiled, "Hey, honestly, we haven't been alone for a couple of weeks," he admitted, "so, since you don't seem to mind having Patrick around, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity!" "It no problem for me," I told him, "I really enjoy his company." So things were settled: I was going to have Patrick to myself this afternoon and possibly again tonight. When we returned to the campground, we found Patrick and his mom, Sue, sitting in the shade of their picnic table, Patrick with headphones on, obviously participating in remote schooling. When he saw us coming, he beamed at me, and I couldn't hide my joy at seeing him either. Saturday it was me who couldn't keep my cool around the adults, now we were both a mess. Mike told Sue his idea to have some time together, starting with lunch right away, and she agreed without a second thought. While I wasn't sure whether Mike suspected anything or not, I could guarantee that the boy's mother had no idea and was just relieved to have a break. The happy couple got cleaned up and headed out on their bikes, the close proximity of town offering some eating options within walking distance. For my part, after I cleaned up and changed into less sweaty clothes, I joined Patrick at the picnic table. He was participating in gym class, which involved some calisthenics and some jogging around the campground. I was amused and slightly turned on watching this fit boy doing push-ups, jumping jacks and quick laps around the loops. As his class ended the afternoon sun had drifted over the table and the heat of the day really started to hit us. "Do you want to go inside and cool off?" I asked, gesturing to my van. Patrick agreed and gathered his iPad and folders and followed me inside. He set himself up at the dinette and joined his next class. He didn't bother with headsets, so I was able to hear his English lesson. I decided to sit opposite him and read, but not five minutes later I felt a touch on my ankle. When I looked down, Patrick had removed his flip flops and proceeded to rub his toe up my lower leg. I smiled at the daring boy and immediately began to get hard as his toes slid higher up my leg. He leaned down slightly, which let him get his foot onto my inner thigh and he didn't stop there. Just seconds after he started his journey, his articulating toes were pressing and kneading my balls before flattening against my hard cock. He had a sly smile as I took hold of his foot and pressed myself into him, rubbing the hidden ridge of my erect cock against his sole. I've never been a foot fetish guy, but watching Patrick pretend to be paying attention to his class while he fondled me was a complete turn-on. I had on athletic shorts, so it was an easy matter to pull my waistband out and run the bare head of my penis along the boy's toes, smearing them with precum, then cupping his foot and laying my cock along the whole length of his arch and humping into him. With Patrick reclined slightly in the small dinette, I was actually able to slide my hand up his leg all of the way to his groin. My hand slid right up the leg opening of his shorts, found that he was relying on the liner of his shorts to serve as underwear. So after pushing past the tighter elastic of those secondary leg openings, I found my fingertips touching the spongy softness of his scrotum and the warm hardness of his adolescent cock which caused Patrick to gasp. I was concerned that he might be heard, but Patrick saw my expression and said, "I'm muted," then he sat up, moving his foot from my crotch, but subtly pulled his shorts down. I slid my hand out of the leg hole before it was trapped, then helped him slide them the rest of the way down. Patrick sat up with his upper body against the table, guaranteeing that no one could see what was happening below. Realizing a unique opportunity, I crouched down and contorted my body so that I was able to get under the table. From here I was afforded the breathtaking view of Patrick's strong, lithe legs ending in the gorgeousness of his preteen package. He was hard as a rock, his dick throbbing in anticipation of what I might have in mind. I wasn't going to keep him guessing, and maneuvered my head so that I was able to let my lips glide over his beautiful, silky boyhood. "Oh, yeah," he groaned, "this is so hot!" he said breathlessly as I took his hard dick to the base, the head just tickling the back of my throat, but too short for me to gag. I loved the feel of Patrick's cock. The skin sliding over the unimaginably hard pole, the smooth, topped with the spongy feel of the boy's glans. Patrick started to grunt as I slid my lips up and down the smooth skin and brought my hand in to play with his hanging ballsack. He was sitting on the edge of the bench seat, enabling him to thrust into me with barely perceptible movements. I let his cock slide out with a smack and warned, "Don't be too obvious, you'll get us in trouble." "Nah," he answered, "Mr. Linden is a total perv. A kid in my neighborhood, Tommy Wilson, told me that Mr. Linden fucked him in his classroom after school." "You're kidding?" I asked as I stroked his smooth, slim organ, "is that true?" "Yeah," Patrick said with a sigh, "I told you that it happens all of the time." He leaned back for a moment and looked down at me under the table, "now back to work!" he said with a laugh, holding the base of his dick and using his other hand to pull my head toward his cute boner. Just as my lips were once again wrapping around his cock, we heard the teacher's voice say, "Patrick, why don't you start us off? Read the first paragraph of the story out loud, please." Hearing his name made me jump, but Patrick had the presence of mind to use his free hand to grab my head and hold me in place, indicating his desire to continue to be blown while he was answering. With his right hand he unmuted the call and asked, "From the beginning? Ok, sure," his voice calm and measured despite the situation, "A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...," he started. Patrick was holding me hard against his body, his firm prick flexing in my mouth as he punctuated his narration. For my part I made my tongue as active as possible, swirling it around the shaft buried inside my mouth and trying to taste the little bit of precum that I knew he was capable of making. This went on for a minute, Patrick showing no outward signs of what was happening below the table. As he came close to wrapping up, I decided to play with him a little. If the teacher was really a fellow boylover, then he would look the other way if he suspected something, so I took my index finger and plunged it into my mouth alongside his penis. Patrick had loosened his grip on me, so I had been bobbing on his hot staff while occasionally stopping to coat his balls in my spit. When the finger was nice and wet, I let it drift below his balls and run right up to his sweet anus where I applied a fair amount of pressure and was rewarded with a quick relaxing of the sphincter and the warm rectum wrapping around the tip of my finger. He tried, but was unable to keep from pinching off his reading and letting out a quick, "Umph," sound as I penetrated his hole. He quickly regained his composure and finished, "...for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." "Ok, thanks Patrick," the teacher could be heard saying, "are you in a new trailer today?" "It's a friend's," the boy explained, breathing a little too heavily as I licked around his squishy cockhead, "he's watching me for my parents." "Oh, well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing," the instructor said, "now who wants to take a stab at what Dickens is saying in this opening sentence..." I sensed a flurry of movement, then Patrick leaned back and looked at me again, "I muted and turned off the video," he told me, "dude, Mr. Linden totally knew! You've got to finish me off, man, that was so fucking hot to have you sucking me while I talked to the class." While I was stunned by the idea that the teacher would be encouraging of Patrick's extracurriculars, I wasn't going to waste the opportunity and took a swipe from the base of his ballsack all of the way to the top of his cock. Sliding my lips along the smooth shaft, I set a fast pace to get the boy off, "Oh, fuck that feels good," he groaned and started to buck his hips up from the seat to meet my sucking mouth, "put your finger back in my butt," he panted, "I'm gonna cum soon, you're so good at this," he complimented sweetly, "it's the best!" I re-wetted my finger, then wormed it at this awkward angle until I was pressed again at the wrinkled entrance to his pussy. Patrick moaned as the digit slipped into him up to the second knuckle. I hooked my finger and found the immature bump of his prostate, which seemed to throw him up another level as he grunted and sighed when I pressed my finger forward and massaged the gland inside his warm tunnel. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna shoot, keep sucking, yeah," he blabbered as his peak was imminent. I redoubled my efforts and let his prick slide effortlessly and rapidly in and out of my mouth, the taste of him beginning to hit my taste buds and I knew that he was near. I was making involuntary, "Mmm, mmm," sounds as if I was snacking on the most delicious meal ever, and to an extent, that was my goal: have a delicious snack of his watery preteen cum. Two more thrusts and the boy grabbed my head with both hands and pressed himself firmly against me, my lips digging into his balls and pubic area, his cock twitching as he reached his climax, his body rigid as his dick flexed and gave me the first emission, shooting deep in my mouth, forcing me to swallow quickly before I backed off slightly and the next shots landed in my mouth, the sweet salty taste of his young semen flooding over me. "Oh fuck, yeah, swallow it, shit, I love you!" he blurted as his body released its tension and he fucked up into my mouth while the last dribbles of his cum emptied into me. When he settled down, I let him slip from my lips, his cute penis shrinking as it flopped out. Debating whether to let it go, I couldn't help but repeat his affectionate utterance, and, in the moment of passion, looked into his heavily lidded eyes while I stroked his softening prick and said, "I love you too, baby," and moved my way carefully out from under the table and up to Patrick's face until our lips met. The boy pulled me to him and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, dragging it around to collect his own flavor that remained there. We were both breathless and panting when his tablet chimed, and we looked to see a private message from his teacher, "You need to turn your camera back on." I slid back under the table and Patrick sat up and restarted the camera. "Nice of you to join us, Patrick," his teacher said with a laugh, "looks like you're all finished," he said cryptically. "Sorry, I didn't realize that I'd turned it off," he lied unconvincingly. I returned to my seat while Patrick finished his class, but I was still horny as hell and hard as a rock. As things started to wrap up, I stood up and since I was behind the screen, I was able to pull my shorts down and off without the camera seeing, my dick popping out and standing erect as I stared at the beautiful boy who just came in my mouth. "Mmmm, that looks nice," he said without changing his expression, his mic apparently muted again. "Your dad said that he'd let you sleep over tonight," I mentioned as I stroked my cock in front of him, still out of view of the camera. "What?!" Patrick blurted and stared at me, "no way!" "That's what he said, I think that he may know what's going on," I added, "but I could just be feeling guilty. But I can't wait, are you going to let me fuck you all night long?" I asked as I jerked off in front of him. "Oh, man, that's so cool," he answered excitedly, "you can fuck me all that you want." Just then I heard the teacher wrapping up the class and saying goodbye. Each kid unmuted and said goodbye, Patrick doing the same, then turned off his tablet laying it face down, just to make sure that the camera wasn't an issue. As soon as he was convinced that he was disconnected, he looked at me with a leering smile and hooked his finger, beaconing me to him. "Come here, big boy," he said with a giggle as I closed the short distance between us. Patrick moved to the end of the seat and opened his mouth wide, letting me place my dick right into his hot mouth, slowly sinking three-quarters of my cock into him, breaching the opening of his throat without resistance. "Oh, so good," I moaned as I sunk half way into his boiling hot mouth, "I'm not gonna last long," I warned him as I withdrew slightly and then sunk back between his tightly sealed lips, the feeling exquisite as I stroked his hair while he serviced me. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight," I said without thinking as I looked down into his sexy eyes, "I'm gonna make you cum over and over," I added, the thoughts of what we would do to each other bringing me closer to orgasm. "I'm gonna feed you my cum soon," I blurted as he started to caress my balls while his lips plunged down onto my dick, "you're so fucking sexy, you're gonna make me cum so hard," I added as I fucked into him. He released me for a moment, then opened his mouth wider and took me slowly in, the first two inches of my cock sliding into the tight grip of his vibrating throat muscles as he pressed his lips into the base of my cock, the whole shaft implanted in the boy. "Oh, that's it!" I yelled, "You're fucking amazing!" I added as he withdrew, popped off of my dick and gasped for air, then slid back down and sucked me vigorously while stroking my erection. Backing off every few strokes in order to take giant licks across my cockhead before taking the whole thing back inside. When Patrick backed off once and took the chance to suck my balls into his mouth one at a time while stroking me, I was done for. I took hold of my cock and pulled back to force him to let my left nut slip from his lips and I fed my prick back into his steamy, moist, squishy mouth. "Oh, yeah!" I moaned, "I'm cumming baby! Swallow my cum you sexy thing," and then the feeling shot through me, hitting me fast and hard as the first explosion of semen surged through my shaft and onto the boy's waiting tongue. He sucked on me hard as two more shots fired into him, then he opened slightly and kept just the tip inside so that the final shots could have room in his rapidly filling oral cavity. When the last drool of my thick cum dripped down, captured expertly by the boy's tongue, he finally backed off, opened his mouth to show me the huge load that he held there, then closed his lips and, with a smile, easily gulped it all done. When he opened again to show me the vanished jizz, I leaned down and mashed my lips to his, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and tasting the remaining hint of my own ejaculate. We kissed for a short while as I came down from my climax, then I broke away, and while I still held him, leaning down to the seated boy, I said it again, this time with a clearer head, "I love you, Patrick. You're the most amazing person that I've ever met. I don't know what I'm going to do without you." At those last words the beaming smile left Patrick's lips, "Don't leave me," he said in a sad voice, "I love you too, you're different than the others, I need you," he pleaded, then wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me. I slid down to sit beside the boy, pulled away slightly, and as I stroked my hand through his unruly hair, I said, "Let's not let the future worry us, baby, let's just enjoy this amazing thing that we have, ok?" Patrick pondered for a second, then smiled, "Ok, sure," he said, then leaned in so that his head was against my chest and I wrapped my beautiful boy in my arms. We sat like that, me caressing him and holding him while we both recovered from our afternoon tryst. Though the recognition that our adventure would end soon had put a damper on the mood, I couldn't wait until we had a full night of freedom to be with each other. As I dreamed about sinking my cock back into my sweet boy's pussy, we heard the sound of bikes as Patrick's parents rode up outside, and we realized that it was time to go. We made sure that we were presentable, then went to the door, trying to look as calm as possible, and not like my dick had just been buried in their son's narrow throat. "How was it?" I asked as we stepped out into the bright sunlight, "I hope that you guys had a great time."