Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 07:00:53 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy Subject: Grand Canyon Hike Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then read no further. If you have any feedback or encouragement, feel free to drop me a line at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com. (That's how authors know there are readers out there.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I think that this is your best bet," the ranger said, jabbing his finger at the contoured lines on his topo map. "Powell Plateau. All of the more accessible trails are already permitted out for overnights, and it just isn't worth it to try to wait for a cancellation. Frankly, this is one of my favorite places in the park, anyway. Not too many people, a couple of water sources, and the elevation is high enough that you won't roast, except for down in this saddle." I glanced at my partner Billy to try to gauge his reaction. "What do you think?" He shrugged. "I told you we should have gotten permits earlier." I turned back to the ranger, whose nametag identified him as Clark. He was probably in his mid-twenties, with those all-American, big, strapping good looks that come complete with a strong, dimpled chin; thick, dark brown hair; and a suit of armor made of solid muscle that nicely filled out his government issue National Park Service uniform. I mused that he would be a good guy to have around in the wilderness, or maybe anyplace else. "So are there any views over there?" Clark laughed. "I don't think there's a place in the whole park where there aren't views! I wouldn't worry about that if I were you." Reaching under the counter, he pulled out a smaller trail map that detailed that particular quadrant of the park. "I'll share a little secret with you. After you climb up out of the saddle and onto the plateau, you'll go maybe 100 yards down the trail before you get to a big outcropping of limestone. The main path goes left, but you want to go up and over the rocks. On the other side there's a cairn that marks a short path taking you out here." He indicated a spot on the map. "That's where you want to set up camp. You've got a tremendous view, and there's a path that drops down about a hundred feet below the rim to the best water source around, a secret little waterfall that drops down into a stream. I was just there a couple of days ago, and it's still running strong enough you can even sort of take a shower, or at the very least cool off. This trail's not in any of the official guides. It's sort of our little secret among the rangers in the know." After weighing all of our options, the choice seemed clear. "Well, I guess you've sold us," I said. "Can we do two nights out there?" "No problem. Just fill out this form and you'll be set." Billy wandered back outside while I took care of the paperwork and procured the necessary maps. I was ready to go in less than five minutes. "Just don't forget to attach the permit to one of your backpacks," Clark said. "When the rangers can't see it, they get a little bent out of shape. Oh, by the way," he said as I turned to leave. "Nice T-shirt." I looked down at my navy t-shirt, which sported a small HRC logo on the pocket. "Thanks," I said smiling. Clark winked and started to say something, but just at that moment an out-of-shape, out-of-place typical American family on vacation tumbled through the screen door, and he once again had to politely serve the tax-paying public, even the idiots who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. Being in somewhat of a hurry to get underway, I decided not to wait and pursue his comment. Instead, I just waved and went outside to collect Billy and hit the trail. Maybe four hours later, after a bone jarring ride down a ghost of a dirt road, a steep hike down into the saddle that separated the main rim of the Grand Canyon from the Powell Plateau, and a punishing climb in the heat of the day back up the trail, we crested the rise that announced our arrival onto the forested plateau. Looking back, the view was spectacular. Everywhere I turned, the effects of wind, water, and millennial time were on display, in the form of a stark landscape that defies description by words or pictures. I looked over at Billy and grinned. "We're a long way from home, Billy boy." He leaned over and snaked his tongue into my mouth. "I'm not worried," he said. "I brought everything I need with me." Clark's directions were flawless, and before long we pulled into the prettiest campsite I've ever claimed. Behind us, a dense stand of Douglas firs and ponderosa pine created a whispering green backdrop. In front of us, the earth opened up monumentally into the abyss of a vast side canyon. It was enough to take my breath away. We quickly located a flat spot for the tent, immediately adjacent to a giant slab of stone that was still bathed in sunlight. After setting up camp, Billy went to investigate the water source while I stretched out on the rough, sand-colored surface of the rock monolith that dominated our temporary home. The stored heat of the day radiated through my body, relaxing my muscles and lulling me into a state of near hypnosis. I didn't even open my eyes when Billy returned and stretched out beside me. "Did you fill the water bottles?" I murmured sleepily. "To the rim." We just lay there quietly before Billy spoke again. "God, will you look at that sky? We're gonna have some amazing stars tonight." "Maybe even a few fireworks," I said as I slipped my hand under his t-shirt. I was tempted to follow the trail of blond hairs southward, through the waistband of his shorts before plunging into his white Jockeys, which were no doubt still damp from the strenuous hike. Instead, however, I drifted the other way, rolling the tips of my fingers over his rippled stomach before coming to rest in the thicket of golden hair that covered his tanned pecs. We just dozed like that for a few minutes before I started to tease first one nipple and then the other. To this day, Billy loves having his tits played with, and it didn't take much of it before he was quite noticeably tenting his shorts. "You keep that up," he said, "and I'm not going to have any choice but to let you fuck me, right here in the open." "Did you bring lube with you?" "I told you I brought everything I need." Things were about to get very interesting in our little corner of the Canyon, but wouldn't you know, right at that moment I distinctly heard the sounds of boots crunching on the path. I reared up and looked back at the woods just in time to see a solitary hiker emerging from the trees. "Hey!" he called, waving at us. "Sweet spot you've got here. Any room for another tent?" "Great," Billy groaned under his breath. "Company." "Yeah, I guess so," I called out to our new visitor. "Cool! " He walked over to us. "My name's Scott," he said, dropping his pack and reaching for one of his water bottles. "I'm Patrick, and the ugly one's Billy," I said, gesturing at my handsome boyfriend, who responded by flipping me off. "Nice to meet you." Scott skinned off his perspiration-soaked T-shirt before tilting up his water bottle. He drank deeply, clearly relishing the liquid refreshment after the long, hot hike from the trailhead. While he was preoccupied, I gave him a quick once over, taking in his nice muscles that bulged in all the right places, his naturally smooth torso, and the slightly devilish expression on his handsome face. I found myself wanting to reach out and touch the little tuft of brown hairs that sprouted just below his lower lip. The three of us lounged around for a few minutes on our big, flat rock, comparing hiking stories, but eventually Scott announced that he needed to set up camp. While he unpacked some gear and put up his tent, and unfortunately put on a fresh T-shirt, Billy and I got our stove going and made dinner. I offered to let Scott use our Whisperlite, so that he wouldn't have to bother setting his own stove up, and we shared the water that Billy had collected down at the source. Before long, the three of us were comfortably seated, enjoying some simple food that, thanks to the setting, tasted like a five course meal. The dinner hour is my favorite time of day when I'm backpacking. Nothing beats relaxing with good buds in the wilderness, surrounded by Nature, watching the sun go down and waiting for the first stars to flicker on. Even though we didn't really know Scott, he seemed to be totally cool and laid back. After we were done eating, I strolled over to my backpack and retrieved my old silver flask, which had belonged to my grandfather. As always, I had taken care to fill it with a nice bourbon before packing it in with the rest of my essential gear. "Anybody else want a nightcap?" I asked. Neither Billy nor Scott would turn down an offer like that, and the three of us passed around the flask a couple of times. I was feeling quite mellow and rooted in place, thanks to the effects of the long hike, the good food, the company, and the warming alcohol. Eventually, though, Nature called, and I hoisted myself up to go pee. The sun was just starting to slip below the distant horizon, and the Canyon was filling up with broad brushstrokes of purple, pink, and blue. It was probably the best view I've ever had while taking a leak. I was about ready to shake and tuck back in when I heard footsteps approaching from our campsite. I twisted my head and saw Scott walking up to a spot right next to me. He smiled at me as he unzipped and fished inside for his cock. "Not a bad view, is it?" "You got that right. You've really got to see it to believe it, don't you?" Of course, we were talking about the incredible vista that rolled as far as the eye could see in every direction, but I couldn't help thinking that my statement could just as easily apply to Scott's very large dick. Now, I have no complaints about my own size, or Billy's for that matter; we are both comfortably above average, judging from my personal experience. But if Scott's soft penis was any indication of his erect dimensions, he was truly blessed. I realized in that instant that I'd better stow my own equipment pretty fast, because just the sight of that long, fat, drooping organ was going to make me spring an unbelievable boner. As Scott continued to piss, I turned my head to the east while tucking myself back in. "Looks like we're going to get a full moon tonight," I said, spying the fingernail tip of the luminous disc poking above the horizon. "Yeah, it'll be almost light as day." I could hear the volume of his stream of pee slowly peter out, and he finally shook off the last few remaining drops before carefully tucking himself back through the fly of his shorts. I cleared my throat, probably a little nervously, as we walked back in the direction of our camp. "So," I said, "not much to do but wait for the stars to come out." "Oh, I don't know. I suppose I could think of a couple of things. If you're with the right person, there's lots of possibilities." Something about his tone made my ears prick up. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." I was silent until we rejoined Billy back at the campsite. "So Billy," I said, "we were just trying to figure out what to do until the stars come out. Any suggestions?" Before Billy could say anything, Scott spoke up. "I bet if I weren't here, you two wouldn't have any problem figuring out how to keep yourselves entertained." Billy laughed. "It's sure never been a problem before." Scott apparently decided he was ready to cut to the chase. "So, have you guys ever invited a lonely hiker into your private entertainment?" Neither Billy nor I said anything immediately, but after a pregnant pause I spoke up. "You know Scott, I don't think we've ever had the opportunity. But I suppose there's a first time for everything. What do you think, Billy?" To be perfectly honest, I didn't know exactly how Billy would react to our new friend's pretty direct proposal. We had been together for almost three years and had never had a three-way, though we had talked about it a couple of times. I don't think that either of us had any complaints about our sex life together, but it is true that variety is the spice of life. I sat there with bated breath and waited for my boyfriend to respond. "I think that this is going to me a pretty memorable trip," he said, leaning over and kissing me before slipping his hand under Scott's t-shirt. Slowly, deliberately, the three of us started to explore each other's bodies. Seeking a comfortable spot, we soon moved over to the big stone slab that jutted out of the earth. The smooth surface still radiated the heat that it had absorbed from the sun's penetrating rays. As Billy helped Scott pull his T-shirt off, I positioned myself behind my boyfriend and helped him to skin his own shirt off as well. Leaning forward and placing my lips and tongue on the back of Billy's neck, I sucked at the salty residue of our hike. The taste was delicious and primitive, and it made me hungry for every square inch of his masculine, sexy body. I wrapped my arms around him and allowed my hands to roam up and down, back and forth, across his muscled torso, revisiting the terrain that I knew so well. More than once I encountered Scott's hands, which were similarly exploring my boyfriend's naked chest and stomach. Each of us continued to shed clothing until we were all totally naked. Even though I had seen a preview of Scott's equipment, I wasn't really prepared for the monster that was revealed when his shorts came down, and Billy reacted by letting out a long, low whistle before he moved in for a taste. For a while Scott was content to just lay back and let us get down to business, licking and sucking at his shaft, popping his fat cockhead into our mouths, struggling to take him down to the root. Both Billy and I quickly worked up a completely voracious appetite for this swollen cock, and our lips met as we simultaneously wrapped our mouths around the shaft, which was as big around as my wrist. As we sucked, I used my fingers to rake through Scott's neat patch of pubic hair and to roam across his smooth muscles, while Billy stroked and tugged at our new friend's heavy balls. Once he was ready to change positions, Scott eased us off of him, got up onto his knees, and once more guided Billy's mouth onto his fat prick, which jutted angrily out from his groin. "You ready to get sucked?" he asked, looking over at me. Was I ever. Standing up, I straddled Billy and placed my cock right in front of Scott's mouth. "Fuck yeah," he grunted before leaning in to take my cockhead between his lips. At first he was content just to nurse on my leaking bulb, but after a bit his lips began to travel down my hard shaft, all the while sliding his tongue back and forth across the underside. His warm, moist mouth felt just awesome, and he didn't stop inhaling in more of my cock until his nose was nestled in my pubes and I could feel the little tuft of hair under his bottom lip tickling my balls. I ran my fingers through his short, brown hair and just held on, keeping him in that position for a minute, my cock buried to the hilt in his hot mouth. My body was positively vibrating with intense feelings, as the warm, dry breeze blowing across my skin somehow amplified the pulsating signals from my dick. I'm pretty sure that every hair on my body was standing completely on end. As I started to pump into Scott's mouth, I glanced down to check on Billy, who was still sucking away. I think that his jaw had gone completely slack in order to accommodate Scott's incredible thickness, but his enthusiasm had not wavered a bit. I saw that my boyfriend had started to finger his ass, which led me to believe that he was hoping to try to squeeze this enormous prick into a different hole. Frankly, I wasn't terribly surprised; Billy has always been a pretty enthusiastic bottom, and it would have been surprising if he had passed up the opportunity to give Scott's big dick a try. My only concern was that we needed to get Billy warmed up enough so that Scott wouldn't tear his asshole wide open on the way in. I pulled my cock out of Scott's mouth and leaned down to kiss him. After out tongues wrestled a little bit ,I put my lips up against his ear. "I think that my boyfriend wants you to fuck him. Are you up for it?" "Shit yeah." Extricating myself from our tangle of body parts, I went to Billy's backpack, rooted around a bit, and quickly found the bottle of lube. As I walked back to our rock slab, where Scott and Billy were totally illuminated by the pale moonlight, I looked up at the canopy of stars that twinkled overhead. What a night. Stepping behind Billy, I lightly ran my finger through the crack of his ass, causing him to raise his butt up higher, inviting me to probe his hole. I smeared a generous amount of the slippery lubricant across the tight pucker of flesh before wiggling one finger inside. Billy groaned even as he continued to suck Scott's dick. Pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers inside, and I gently pushed and probed against the walls of the chute that I knew so well, pressing this and that spot that I knew would get a rise out of my sexy partner. With my other hand I reached around and jacked his cock, which was dripping with his own slick precum. As soon as I was satisfied that Billy was loose enough, I suggested that Scott might want to join me at Billy's butt. "You want me to show you how he likes to get fucked?" I asked. Scott stared at Billy's clenching hole. "Man, I'm guessing you're the expert. Show me what you know, and then I'll take over." I squeezed some lube onto first my cock, and then Scott's. "The most important thing to remember," I said as I parked myself right at Billy's backdoor, "is that he likes to be teased a little." I poked gently through, just my tip, and Billy groaned. "Maybe poke inside like this, and then pull back out." As I withdrew my cock, Billy instinctively pushed back, his ass seeking what it had just lost. Back and forth, in and out, I poked through the swollen folds of tissue, until my boyfriend was positively whimpering and desperate to be completely impaled. "This way," I said, "he won't whine when you finally do this." In one long stroke, I plunged in to the hilt, driving my entire cock past Billy's hidden, inner door. "Ohhh, fuck," he gasped. "Fuck yeah, just fill me up." Billy's ass was hot, slick and tight, and I couldn't resist fucking him for a couple of dozen strokes. The whole point, though, was to get Scott's dick in there, so eventually I pulled out. "OK, guy, you're up." I said. He had a look of intense concentration on his face as he took up his position and put his hands on Billy's hips. Now, I'm plenty thick, but my guess was that Scott's dick was at least an inch fatter, so I thought that Billy's hole might fight back just a little. Indeed, when Scott pushed forward, a shudder went through my boyfriend's body as a very large cockhead took up temporary residence in his rectum. "In," Scott said, "and out." He popped back out of Billy's ass. "In. . . and out." He kept that up for long enough that I thought my boyfriend was abso-fucking-lutely going to lose it. I was hard as a rock just from watching; I think I would have shot immediately if I had even touched my cock. Finally, though, Scott poked all the way through and just kept sinking inch after inch of his shaft inside. As Billy's guts were filled up with more and more meat, he began to emit a low, guttural groan that continued to build in intensity. Finally, Scott had buried his entire dick in my boyfriend's stretched ass. As he paused, no doubt trying to give Billy an opportunity to adjust to the terms of this invasion, I scooted around to give my sexy boyfriend a kiss. "You are so fucking sexy," I said. "He's all the way in, and I've never seen a butt that's as fucking hot as yours." "Unnnh," he groaned as Scott started to stroke. I put my mouth right on Billy's and exhaled deeply into his mouth, sharing our breath. I was tempted to have him suck me while he was getting fucked, but my curiosity to see Scott's enormous cock pumping his hole finally got the better of me, and I moved back around to get a good view. It was a truly sexy sight. In the pale moonlight, Scott's thick, glistening shaft looked almost otherworldly as it stroked in and out. On each stroke, Billy's stretched ring of flesh clung desperately to the relentless invader, while Scott's big, heavy balls slapped against Billy's. I think that I would have eventually come just from watching, if Scott had fucked for long enough. Fortunately or not, though, he was human and could only take so much. As he neared his orgasm, all patience ceased and he began to accelerate his strokes, just fucking the shit out of my boyfriend's abused hole. I didn't know how much more of this Billy could take, but he was a complete trooper as he rocked back to meet Scott's thrusts, further ratcheting up the stimulation. Finally, Scott reached up and grabbed Billy's shoulders as he simultaneously pumped in, all the way to the root. Letting out a very loud whoop, he held himself in there as he injected what was no doubt a monster load of spunk deep into my boyfriend's guts. "Jesus H. Christ," he gasped. "That's just too fucking much." Slowly, very slowly, he began to withdraw from the tunnel that encased his cock. By that point, I was getting impatient, so I pretty directly helped to pull him out and push him out of the way. Reaching around to grab hold of Billy's knob, in one fell swoop I pushed deep inside of him. Frankly, his ass had never felt like that before. Boiling hot, loose, slick and velvety, it was just awesome. Literally seconds before, every square inch of his canal had been in contact with Scott's monster dick, and just the thought of that was enough to push me over the edge. It took only about a dozen strokes before I was pumping out the load of the century, and so was Billy. "Fuck yeah," Scott said as he watched both of us writhe in the most delicious possible agony. "Shoot those loads." Words were not particularly necessary after what we had just gone through, and the three of us lay sprawled on the stone monolith that we had just used for the best al fresco sex I'd ever had. Finally, though, Scott spoke up. "You know, my buddy Clark told me this afternoon that I'd really like to set up my tent here, but he wouldn't tell me why. Now I think I know." "You mean you know the guy back at the ranger station?" I asked. "Yeah, we fool around from time to time, especially when we go camping together. He's going to try to join me out here tomorrow night, so you guys might want to stick around." And that's exactly what we did. But that would be another story. . . TO BE CONTINUED??