Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 08:34:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: bob uncle <capand84@yahoo.com>
Subject: To the Top of Mount Poppit

Mike and I have been friends for about five years. We play squash together,
usually about once per week. Our wives are also good friends, and
frequently we all go out together.

We live in a small town in a mountainous part of the country. I'm not going
to tell you the name of the town, becuase it would be too easy for people
to identify us. On one side if the town is a small ski hill, on Mount
Poppit (that's not the real name of the mountain, either). Mount Poppit
rises about 3,000 feet above the town. Every year, Mike likes to take a
hike to the top of Mount Poppit. The mountain is not so steep that it
requires mountain climbing expertise: it's just a good steep hike, and you
need to be fit to do it. Mike and I are both in our early 40's, and we are
both quite fit.

This year, I asked Mike if I could go along with him on his annual climb.
He agreed, and we made plans for the following Saturday. Mike lives close
to the ski hill, so on Saturday, I drove over to his house. I brought a
change of clothes, since after the hike my wife Kathy was going to stay at
Mike and Lori's house, and we were going to have a barbeque. In my
backpack, I also packed a lunch, water, and a pair of binoculars.

Off we went. It was a pleasant, warm day. The sky was mostly sunny, with a
few clouds. For the first hour or so, we followed a trail, and were
sheltered by the trees. About half way up the mountain, we broke out of the
trees: there was just a light covering of mosses and small bushes. At about
this point on the mountain, the terrain facing our town gets pretty steep,
so we went around on the back side of the mountain, where the terrain is
gentler, and continued on up. Off in the distance, we could see a bear: we
watched it through the binoculars for a while, but it was far enough away
that we didn't need to alter our course.

We kept up a steady pace, and about two more hours on, we reached the top
of the mountain. Because we were coming up the back side of the mountain,
we couldn't see our town until we reached the top. It was a spectacular
view. Not only were we looking down on the town, but most of the clouds had
disappeared, giving us a great view of the mountains up and down the
range. We just sat down and took in the view.

We were hot and sweaty, and Mike took off his t-shirt.

"That's a good idea," I said, and I took off mine, too.

"To tell you the truth," said Mike, "at this point I usually take off all
my clothes. I am just sweaty all over."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean, my shorts are riding up on me and
my crotch is all wet. If you want to take everything else off, it won't
bother me."

Since Mike and I played squash together, we were used to each other's
locker room nakedness, so we both got naked. We laid out our clothes in the
sun, hoping they would dry off a bit. We ate our lunch, enjoyed the view,
and relaxed in the sun.

After lunch, I got up and walked around a bit: Mike did the same. Now I
don't know if it was the scenery, the cool mountain air, or just having my
package swinging free, but I started to get a bit hard. Not rock-hard, my
willy was just standing up a little bit. I was a bit embarassed, so I tried
to keep myself turned sideways from Mike.

"Hey, what's up, buddy?" he asked me. I think he sensed something was
wrong.

"Uh, nothing," I said.

"Hey, I never told you, but I usually get a woody myself when I come up
here, all naked and everything."

I looked at Mike, and he was sporting a stiffy, too. "Huh," I said. "Too
much fresh air or something?"

"Or something," Mike replied. "I dunno, this is a bit embarrasing, but I
usually whack off when I get up here. I didn't really expect to get a
hard-on with you here, though."

I didn't know what to say, but my dick was now standing straight up, and so
was Mike's. "Well," I said finally, "I don't think I'll be able to get my
clothes back on like this..." And I started fondling my dick.

"What the hell," said Mike, and he started jacking off in earnest. So,
there we were, standing beside each other, enjoying the view and the fresh
mountain air, and whacking off like I don't know what. But here's what I do
know: it felt great.

"I'm cumming," I said.

"Me too," said Mike. I don't know why, but I wanted to see Mike cum, so I
turned a little bit towards him. He must have had the same idea, because he
turn towards me a little bit. We both started cumming, and becuase we were
shaking our willies pretty good, our cum was flying all over the
place. Some of Mike's cum landed on me, and I'm pretty sure some of mine
landed on him.

"Hey," I said with a grin, "you got some jizz on me."

"No, I didn't," he said. "You got jizz on me! I'll show you jizz!" And with
that, he wiped some of his own cum off of his leg and dick, and reached
over and rubbed it all over my belly. I grabbed at him, and started rubbing
cum from my hand onto his backside. Then we rubbed up against each other,
trying to get any bit of semen we could onto the other guy. We only did
that for a minute or so, and then broke up.

"Well, that was fun," said Mike.

"Yeah, and a bit weird," I replied. "So, do we start back down now, or
what?" I asked.

"There's no hurry," Mike said. "Let's relax for a bit."

That seemed like a good idea, so I laid down on the ground, while Mike went
off exploring - he wanted to look at the different views from various
vantage points.

I was relaxing, soaking up the sun for about twenty minutes or so, and my
mind couldn't help but go back to our mutual masturbation episode. Just
thinking about it, I started getting hard again. My eyes were closed, I was
half asleep, and I just started playing with my balls a little bit. Then I
felt a shadow come over me, and a hand grab my dick. I opened my eyes, and
there was Mike squatted down beside me, playing with my dick!

"Here," he said. "Why don't I help you out?"

I was horny, and thought: why not? So I laid back, closed my eyes, and
enjoyed the workout Mike gave me. It wasn't long before I was cumming all
over my belly and Mike's hand. I opened my eyes to catch Mike wiping my cum
off of his hand and onto his belly. He stood up, I sat up, and I could see
Mike had one more huge hard-on, right at my head level.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his boner, "I guess it's my turn to help you out."
I got on my knees in front of him and started jacking him off. His dick was
right at the same level as my mouth, so I took him in, and started sucking
him off and jacking him into my mouth. His moans told me I was doing a good
job on him, and it wasn't too long before he was cumming into my mouth. I
didn't mind the taste, but I took him out of my mouth, and let him cum on
my face and chest. I think I just liked the idea of his cum landing on me.

"OK," I said, "this time you really got your cum on me."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did," he said.

"Man," I said, "I've never done that before."

"Well you're pretty good at it," Mike said. "I'll have to try that myself
sometime..."

Well, we were ready to head back down then, so we got dressed, and started
the hike back down the mountain. The return trip was a lot easier, and we
got back to Mike's house in about an hour and a half. Our wives were both
out - they had gone on a shopping trip to a city about an hour's drive
away.

"I'm going to take a shower," Mike said. He paused a bit, then added, "if
you want to join me, I can wash your back."

"As I recall, it's not my back that you got all messy," I replied.

Mike laughed at that. "OK," he said, "I'll wash your front then."

"Alright," I said. So we took off our clothes one more time and hopped into
the shower. Mike and I both soaped up our hands, and started rubbing each
other all over. It wasn't long before we were both hard again. I soaped up
my hands some more, and reached behind Mike and soaped up his butt. Mike
did the same, so we started grinding our dicks together, grabbing each
other's butt. This felt great too.

"You know," Mike said to me, "we can keep this up and before long we'll be
cumming all over each other again. But what I'd really like to do is try
sucking you off."

I couldn't argue with that, so we got out of the shower, dried off, and
headed for Mike's bedroom. I lay down on the bed, and Mike got down on his
knees beside me, and took me into his mouth. It felt good, but it didn't
feel quite right, so I got Mike to lay down beside me, and we got into a
sixty-nine. That felt better, and soon we were both cumming in each other's
mouth. Mike swallowed all of mine, and I swallowed most of his, but I took
his dick out for a little bit and rubbed some of his cum on my cheek.

Well, we just lay there for a bit after that, and I guess we fell
asleep. Because the next thing I knew, I could hear Kathy and Lori
downstairs in the kitchen. As I think back on it, it almost sounded like
they were making too much noise -- as if they were trying to wake us up.

Anyway, Mike and I quickly got dressed, and we went downstairs. "Shit," I
was thinking, "I hope they didn't see us..."

We came downstairs and joined our wives in the kitchen. Mike kissed Lori,
and I kissed Kathy.

"Just a minute," Kathy said, and she wiped at my face with her finger. "I
think you've still got some cum on your cheek."

Aw, shit. We were busted.


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Bob