Date: Tue, 10 Aug 1999 14:47:42 PDT
From: River Rat <riverrat56@hotmail.com>
Subject: On the Road - episode 11

(In episode 10 Josh met Jesse in a rooftop hot tub. Jesse was married and
totally inexperienced. He was curious enough to jerk-off, but due to his
commitments, would go not further. They enjoyed a totally erotic outdoors
side-by-side solo jerk-off, and were watched by a mysterious park ranger.)

Jesse left in the early afternoon, and I was totally exhausted. After a
brief nap, I felt refreshed and relaxed. I would have loved a soak in a hot
tub, but had to make do with a shower in the RV. Equipped with a glass of
iced tea and a good book, I settled into a lawn chair, until it was too
dark to read. A quick supper and more indoor reading finished off the day.

The next day was typical for the high New Mexico plateau region, sunny and
hot. I decided on a hike back down to the visitor's center, to avoid having
to drive the RV down and back up that horrible grade. It was only a mile
and a half, but I was winded and tired upon arrival. The visitor's center
is an old ranch site, with a cool creek and large trees. I spent more time
in the museum, learning more about the Anasazi people.

During my exploration, I kept a constant eye movement looking for the
mysterious park ranger. His face was a blur in my memory, but that dick I
would recognize anywhere.  I ate a quiet lunch in the canteen, enjoying the
cool shade.  In the middle of a bite, I heard a voice ask "Mind is I share
this table with you?"

"Not at all, here let me move my stuff over" I replied as I looked into the
face of a young park ranger. My thoughts were fast and furious 'Is it him?'
I wasn't sure, so I had to keep my conversation safe. "My name's Josh,
what's yours?"

He replied "Mine is Chris" shaking my hand. The touch was almost
electrical, firm and strong. "Are you enjoying Bandelier?"

"It's a beautiful place, and I'm learning a lot about the history. I hiked
up to the cave yesterday, and down from the campground this morning"

"Are you camping?"

"Yes, I'm in the in loop C, near the amphitheater."

"Hey, I'm doing the evening program tonight, You ought to come and hear
me. Are you traveling alone?"

"Yes, I had a friend with me yesterday, but he had to leave for home. My
home is the RV, so it goes with me. I'm on an extended vacation." I
proceeded to tell him all about my trip, and plans for future journeys. He
sat and listened intently, enjoying his lunch.

"Well, I've got to get back on duty. Will I see you tonight?"

"Sure, I'll be there." Seeing him walk away was also very pleasant, My mind
thrilled at the sight of him in his green uniform, only wishing it were
tighter.

I had the whole day to wait to see Chris again. I realized that I had spent
most of lunch talking about myself, and new very little about him. I began
to wonder 'Was it him watching in the woods? Is he perusing me?' I walked
back to the camper, read, napped and showered, and was early for the
evening program at 9:00pm.

Chris was setting up and testing the sound equipment, and smiled at me when
he made eye contact, waving me over. There was no one else present, so I
was able to get close. We tested all the microphones, and the slide
projectors. When he was finally ready, I was able to start a conversation.

"How long have you been a park ranger?"

"This is my first year, I'm only seasonal but I'm trying to get on full
time, but that can take years. My first assignment was the Everglades, but
I like it here much better. The only advantage there was the proximity to
Miami and Key West. I really feel connected to the mountains." Chris went
on to tell me that he was single, recently finished college in Connecticut,
and upset his parents by going so far from home, and working for a job with
low pay and no benefits.

We ended our conversation, so that he could make the fireside evening
program. The slides were beautiful, reflecting on using the senses to enjoy
nature. After the crowd had thinned out, I invited Chris back to the RV for
dessert. He agreed, but had to put all the equipment away first. I waited
and helped him, doing anything to stay close.

The night air was cool, and I lit a campfire as soon as we got to the
RV. Chris wanted to see the inside before we settled down into the lawn
chairs. We enjoyed some hot tea and I made 'some-mores.' I was dying to
know if Chris was the one watching in the woods, so I began to move the
conversation in that direction.

"Yesterday, my friend and I took the trail up to the cave with the
paintings. We were sitting in a clearing on the ridge above the cave and I
spotted a park ranger from a distance. Was that you?"

With only firelight, I could see his face turn red. He stammered, but
finally said "I'm so sorry to have disturbed your privacy. I just couldn't
help but stare."

"I'm the one that should be embarrassed, after all, this is a national
monument. I'm sorry to have exposed you to our private activity."

Chris replied "I've never seen anything like that before in my entire
life. Your friend's penis was the largest that I've ever seen, a regular
national monument. I've never seen another guy masturbate, never really
wanted to, never thought I would find it interesting, but I couldn't look
away. I've been wracked with guilt, and when I saw you sitting at the
caf&eacute; today, I thought I would apologize, but then I wasn't sure that
you recognized me, so I thought I would just stay quiet."

Chris was looking at the dirt at his feet. I knew that he was feeling very
embarrassed, so I responded "Chris, look at me, I know that you have a lot
of confused thoughts right now. We are all sexual creatures, and it's
perfectly natural to be curious about sex. What you saw in those woods
would turn on any guy, gay or straight, so don't question your own
sexuality because you were stimulated."

Chris responded "Are you gay?"

"Well, that's a good question, and the answer is 'I don't know' Until
recently, I was married, and thought I knew everything about
sexuality. When my wife suddenly asked for a divorce, my whole world turned
upside down. I decided to hit the road and see America, but on my first day
the RV broke down. The mechanic was attracted to me, and helped me to see
that there is more to sexuality than I ever dreamed. He taught me that we
all find attraction in both male and female forms, and are not limited by
our own narrow minds. That night, for the first time, I experienced true
sexual pleasure. I never saw it coming, and would never have dreamed that I
would have been aroused by him. I was as homophobic as the next guy up to
that moment. But since then, I've either sought our, or been sought out for
more erotic pleasure. So Chris, relax, don't rush into any decisions, and
don't over react to what happened. OK?"

"That does help a lot. I guess I was taught that you were either gay or
straight. I never thought about the in-between places. I was very aroused
seeing you in the woods. I got so hard that I just had to let it out. I've
never had an orgasm as powerful as that. Could you tell me about some of
your other experiences?"

I then began to tell Chris about some of the experiences, and was becoming
aroused by the stories. I could see Chris adjust his hardening cock, and I
wanted to see it again. "...And then Jesse and I were in the woods,
watching each other jerk-off and I saw you, standing beside the tree in
your uniform, with your hard cock in your hands. It was only seconds that I
began to shoot my load, and you were gone. I've been thinking about you
since then. Chris, what kind of sexual encounters have you had?"

"Well, not much. I had a high-school sweetheart, and we first made love the
night of senior prom. I was scared and nervous, and came within second of
entering her. It wasn't very satisfying for either of us. We were to scared
to try it again, and broke up soon after graduation. I haven't thought of
it in years, but my next door neighbor Randall and I used to fool around in
sleepovers.  We stared with simple games like truth or dare, and ended up
sucking each other off fairly often. His dad had a lot of porn around, and
we like to look at it under the covers. I can't remember why we stopped. I
also had a college roommate who would jerk-off all the time, in fact, I
think he like to get caught. He was always nude, and talking about sex, but
never went any further. I used to jerk-off like crazy after he was gone,
the guy just exuded sex out of his pores, but I was just too scared to do
anything else. One time, he came in unexpectedly, and caught me
jerking-off. I was too far gone to stop, and he just watched as I came all
over my chest. I haven't thought of that in years, but I was aroused by him
watching me. Wow, I've got so many memories flooding my brain, and I'm
aroused and confused by them."

"Chris, I think most men have the same type of experiences and memories as
you. They bury them so deep and keep up the macho front, so as never to
have to look any deeper. I wish you well in sorting all of this out. Let me
tell you, the younger you deal with this, the less mess you will make of
your life."

"Thanks Josh, for being open and honest. I have to work tomorrow, but could
we meet again? I'll be off duty by about 5:00 and I'd like to talk some
more. How about I pick you up here, and we'll go into Los Alamos for
dinner. There's lot of interesting things to do there."

"Sounds like fun, I'll see you then."

It was a struggle to stand with an erection, but we both managed to shift
things around. I watched him walk down the path to the amphitheater,
wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next day went very slowly. I'd already done the visitor's center stuff,
so I just stayed around the RV and enjoyed a lazy day. Right at 5:00 I
heard Chris pull in. He was still in his green government Jeep Cherokee,
wearing his uniform as he knocked on the door. I was already opening the
door by the time he knocked, and I almost knocked him over in my enthusiasm
to open the door. His smile radiated health and wellness.

"Are you ready? I need to go back to my place, shower and change clothes,
and get my personal car. You can either wait here, or come along for the
ride."

"I've always wanted to see how park rangers live, lets go!"

We talked like old friends, interested in each other, and comfortable being
alone. He lived in a small cottage near the visitor's center. His house
keeping skills were not very advanced, but he found me some space on the
sofa. The apartment was basically one large room, with the kitchenette and
bathroom at one end, and the living area was the remainder. Chris slipped
off his shoes and shirt, talking all the while. His chest was smooth, and
his nipples were the size of dimes. His stomach was flat, but undefined,
with some brown fuzz on his navel heading southward. He slipped off his
uniform pants just before moving into the bathroom. He kept the door ajar,
but I couldn't see anything, but we could still talk, but with louder
voices. I was becoming aroused knowing he was nude, and wanting to seduce
him. I was also feeling like a wolf, ready to pounce on unsuspecting pray,
for my own selfish needs. I resolved that I would not make the first move,
If Chris wanted more, he would have to make the first move.

Chris came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a second towel
over his shoulder. He radiated sexuality and youth. I could detect a slight
bulge at the front of the towel, which only increased my arousal. He turned
around, searching through his dresser for clothes. His ass was now outlined
for my pleasure. I wondered if he would dress in the bathroom, when
suddenly he dropped the towel. I would have preferred a frontal view, but
seeing his round ass was a tremendous turn on. One leg at a time, he pulled
his white jockey briefs to his waist. He turned, and I saw a clear outline
of his cock in the white stretch fabric. He next went to his closet, and
picked out some shorts and a T-shirt. He combed his hair, and brushed his
teeth, and off we went. I had to adjust a rather sizable bulge as I
stood. I wondered if Chris noticed?

His car was a 2 or 3 year old Chevrolet Caviler. It was clean and had a
good smell, like Chris himself. He was all smiles and talkative, as he took
me to a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant in Los Alamos. The food was
excellent, and I ate till I was stuffed. The staffs all seemed to know
Chris by name, and were very friendly and accommodating.

On the way to the car, Chris asked "Would you like to see some stars? I
know a place that is perfect on a clear night like tonight."

"I'd love to, but I'm not very good at constellations.  Could you teach
me?"

"Sure, I've even got a telescope in my trunk. I keep it there for nights
just like this."

He drove to an isolated spot, near the edge of a valley and set up the
telescope. He consulted some sort of constellation chart and began to
search the heavens. I was in total awe of the stars, and how close we
felt. In a few minutes, Chris called me over to see a star. I was so close
to him, that I could smell his cologne. We continued to share the telescope
as we explored the heavens.

Chris shifted the conversation by stating "I've been thinking a lot about
your advise last night. I also can't seem to get that picture out of my
head. I can see both of you lying on the ground, with your erections in
your hands, pumping away. I saw Jesse cum first, shooting onto his chest. I
spilled onto the ground near the same time, and got scared and ran away. I
never got to see you cum."

"Well after Jesse's magnificent phallus, I would seem like a small
imitation, so you got to see the best. I still remember seeing you beside
that tree with your dick in your hands. You were so scarred when I made eye
contact. I'm surprised you didn't lose your erection."

"Quite the opposite, I was so hot that I slipped behind the tree, waiting
for you to look away, and I looked back in time to see Jesse. I didn't lose
that one till I shot all over the ground. I've been thinking that I would
like to see you jack-off. I'm not sure if I'm gay or not, but I've been
thinking about your cock, and I'd like to see it shoot. I know that's a
little forward of me, but I know you've been adjusting an erection most of
the night, and could use some relief."

"I appreciate your being up front. I would love to jerk-off, but only if
it's with you, not for you. I won't touch you or push you into any activity
you don't want. And you're right, I find you incredibly attractive, and
have been adjusting wood all evening. Where do you want to do this?"

"Would here be ok? I've got a battery lantern in the car. Just enough light
to see what we're doing but not blind us in the process."

I was very aroused for being so clinical about our activity. Chris got the
lantern out of the trunk, along with two blankets. 'Did he plan this out?'
was my thought, as he seemed so well prepared. When he brought out the
bottle of hand lotion, I knew he had been thinking about this all day. His
eyes were dancing with anticipation as he spread the blankets on the
ground, near the edge. The moon was slowly rising and providing a little
light. I was feeling selfconscious until Chris began to undress.

It took tremendous willpower not to rush to Chris and help him out of his
clothes. He didn't waste much movement, and was quickly nude. His cock was
already semi-hard and bounced against his leg as he lay down. He patted the
blanked beside him, and I knew it was my turn. I undressed much slower and
tried to be very provocative in my movements. I flaunted my ass as I untied
my shoes. I stretched as I took off my shirt. I slowly unzipped my pants,
exposing a sizable bulge. I didn't remove my underwear till I was near the
blanket. I turned around, exposing by ass first, and gracefully slipped my
legs out. I slowly turned, and heard an audible gasp as my erection came
into view. It was already leaking, encourage by an evening of talking and
dreaming about Chris.

When I looked at Chris, his cock was already rock hard, and pointing
straight up towards the stars. He had a smile that looked almost painful. I
was slow to touch my dick, and started with my nipples, and moved lower,
giving special attention to my balls.  I looked at Chris, and he was paying
complete attention to my movements. When I stopped, he began to mimic my
movements. I wanted so desperately to help him out, but kept my distance.

Chris took some hand lotion, and began to massage his dick. He was
beginning to moan and arch, so I encouraged him to slow down and watch me,
knowing that I should come first. He stopped stroking as I resumed my
attention to my own needs. I had worked myself close to orgasm twice, and
was about to go for broke. One hand was working my balls, the other my
nipples, when I felt Chris' hand on my cock. I looked up in surprise, but
Chris was looking only at my cock. I really wanted him to take it in his
mouth, but his hand was a suitable substitute. It took him awhile to get a
good rhythm, but I was soon lifting my butt off the blanket, begging for
relief. Chris suddenly stopped. I looked in wide-eyed lust, as he took some
lotion to finish the job. He applied it liberally over my cock, and soon
was playing with my balls, I was aching with build up, and when he began to
stroke, I came within a few seconds. I shot the first volley onto my
chest. I opened my eyes to see Chris watching the second and third spurts
hit my belly. My butt relaxed and returned to the blanket, as my breathing
returned to normal. Christ moved his hands and rubbed the cum into my
skin. I laid quietly as my body returned to normal pulse and respiration.

Chris removed his hand, and I watched as he touched himself. I moved
closer, and began to explore his balls. He spread his legs, letting me know
that my touch was welcome and wanted. His balls were hot and hard to the
touch. There was some hair, but not too much. His sack was pulled up fairly
close, giving me good access to regions lower. I massaged his perineum and
lightly across his rectum.  I could tell he enjoyed the touch, but as it
was his first time, so I did not push it.

Chris was stoking his beautiful cock, so I moved to his nipples, an area
most guys refuse to accept as erogenous. They were already erect, but he
moaned as I stroked them. Finally, I pushed his hand out of the way, and
began to jerk him in earnest. I could see his own lubrication on the
corona. I wanted to sniff him, but all I could detect was the lotion smell,
which also helped me not to take him in my mouth. I brought him close once,
and when I stopped, he stroked himself, but I pushed his hand away. He
instead went to his balls, and lower. When I resumed he lasted only 5
strokes before I saw his balls pull up tight. He lifted his butt off the
blanked and screamed as he shot his first volley of cum clear over his
head. I positioned my mouth to catch the third volley, and enjoyed the
salty taste. Chris covered his chest in cum, and I spread it around,
especially into his nipples. I wanted to kiss him terribly, but resisted
and returned to my blanket.

He was silent for several minutes before saying "That was incredible. I've
never been able to build that long when I do this alone. I usually just
yank off, with little build up or excitement. I'll have to remember some of
the stuff you did to me."

"Hey, you did some incredible stuff to me. I was totally surprised when you
touched me. I thought this was only solo stuff."

"That was the plan, but I just had to touch that cock. It's been so long
since I've touched or seen one. I'm only sorry I've waited so long to lean
to enjoy my own body. I still have a lot of question about my own
sexuality, but now I'm going to have a lot more fun exploring."

We wiped ourselves off and dressed. Chris watched with interest until I
finally stuffed my cock back into my underwear. I could have had a second
go around, but he seemed ready to call it quits. We looked at the stars,
and I again caught a whiff, but this time I could smell his cum, creating
renewed arousal. We finished the evening with a pissing contest, which he
won. I almost fell asleep, as he drove me back to the RV. I considered
changing my plans and stay around another day, but knew that Chris needed
time alone, and I was sure I would not be able to resist taking his cock
into my mouth.

With sadness, I told Chris good night, and wished him well in life. I
wondered what direction his sexuality would take, but knew that either way,
or both, he would find joy and happiness.

I've received lots of mail from this series. It's the best park of writing
the stories. I would love to hear your comments, suggestions, or
thoughts. Please e-mail me at riverrat56@hotmail.com