Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 13:44:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (12)

   Skip and I decided to finally give in to our mutually growling stomachs,
and reluctantly got into some clothes, so that we could go back out in the
mosquito laden open air and fix some dinner. We got a fire going, and
cooked up some of the dehydrated packaged stuff, then, attacked whatever it
was, along with some crackers, and powdered OJ. Our hunger pangs satisfied,
we drug a sleeping bag out of the tent, and spread it close to the roaring
fire. We stretched out on the bag, and lay quietly side by side, checking
out the countless stars in the incredible star-studded night sky. The
combination of darkness, and the smoke from the fire, seemed to have
quelled the blood thirsty flying critters, and the evening was actually
quite pleasant.

   I propped myself up on an elbow, turning slightly in Skip's direction,
and felt a stirring in my balls, as I watched him slip his hand under his
tee shirt. As he scratched at whatever itch was ailing him, the hem of the
tee shirt rode up, and exposed most of his soft, smooth tummy. I let my
hungry eyes drink in the fire-lit expanse of creamy skin, then, reached
out, and lightly ran my fingers back and forth across his soft skin, just
above the waist of his jeans. He shuddered slightly, and rolled his head my
way, his soft, doe-like eyes settling on my own. I smiled, and said,
softly, "You look, and feel, really sexy, Skipper-dude." He grinned, and I
watched the tip of his tongue slip out to pass across his lush, full
lips. My balls twinged some more at seeing the so-sexy gesture, and I
leaned closer to him, my mouth opening slightly as I drew close to his. He
stayed very still, his soft eyes watching my slow advance, and I saw his
soft lips part slightly. I continued, and brushed my mouth against his,
then slid my tongue out, and licked his lips briefly, before closing my
mouth over his, my tongue sipping into his warm mouth.

   Skip groaned softly, and met my kiss, his own tongue dueling with mine,
as we once again surrendered ourselves to the passionate kiss. I moved my
hand back onto his still exposed tummy, and rubbed small circles on his
warm skin, as we continued swapping our tongues, and saliva. I move my hand
up under his shirt, and ran my finger tips over his taut little nipples,
evoking still more soft groans from him. I broke our kiss, pulling back
slightly, and gripped the hem of his shirt, as I quickly pulled the front
of it over his head, so that the shirt was at the back of his neck, fully
exposing his smooth torso to my hungry gaze. I kissed his soft lips once
more briefly, then, lowered my head, and passed my tongue across his right
nipple, moving it back and forth. He shuddered again, and muttered my name
softly, as I moved across, and lapped at the tender nubbin on the left
side. He sucked in a ragged breath, as I closed my lips over the stiffness
of his small nipple, and sucked it gently, before moving back to the other
side, and repeating the action. His arm slid across my back, and down,
until he had the cheek of my butt firmly gripped in his hand, kneading it
gently. He moved his hand, and I felt his fingers slip under the waist of
my jeans, and probe the bare cheek of my ass, and then felt his finger dig
into my cleft, probing downward.

   I continued to suck his very erect nipples, passing between them, as he
scooted a little lower, and dug his finger deeper into the crack of my
ass. I lifted my head slightly, and grinned at him, saying, "Hmm...find a
new toy, did we?" He giggled softly, and replied, "Uh huh....maybe so..." I
dropped my head, and brushed his lips with mine, letting my tongue pass
across the fullness of is soft mouth, and mumbled, "Help yourself, Dude."
He giggled softly again, and I twisted slightly, moving my hand down, and
popping open the fly, and zipper of my jeans, before once again moving to
resume tonguing his excited nipples, and lick his soft tummy. I scooted
forward slightly, and nuzzled into his neck, licking, and kissing him
there, as he used the new freedom of my now open jeans to slip his hand
deeper into the material, and gently massage the firm cheeks of my
butt. "Hmmm....nice little butt, Dude!" he muttered, and I wiggled it a
little, saying, "Glad you think so, Skipper...check it out, Dude." He tugged
at the loose cloth of my jeans a little, sliding them lower over my hips,
and I felt the cool night air on my now mostly bare butt, before Skip
covered the cool skin with his busy hands.

   He cupped, and squeezed my taut globes, and again invaded my cleft with
his finger, moving downward, until his finger tip passed across my small
pucker. He stopped, gently working his finger tip back and forth over the
tiny ridges of muscle that guarded the outer ridge of my tight ring, then,
pushed against it gently. I groaned, and shivered, at the new contact, my
heart racing, and my rock hard cock pressing firmly into the sleeping
bag. He pressed at me again, and the tip of his finger dipped through my
sphincter, moving inside, maybe to the first knuckle. I flinched, and
reflexively clenched my anal muscle, and he quickly withdrew, saying,
"Sorry, Robby...that hurt...?" I relaxed, and shook my head against his neck,
and replied, "A little...maybe...uh....make it wet, first...?" He inhaled, and
let it go, then, wordlessly, lifted his arm, and I heard him sucking
noisily at his finger.

   I shifted slightly, going flatter, and getting my legs open, one knee
slightly bent under me, trying to give Skip a better angle, and access, as
my mind raced, knowing that I was eager for him to touch me in this new,
and exciting way. I prayed he wouldn't back off, and change his mind, as I
was afraid the whole "gay" thing might occur to him, in association with
this new adventure that he seemed interested in exploring. Before I could
totally finish the thought, I jumped slightly, as I reacted to his cool,
and now wet, finger once again sliding into the cleft of my ass, and
probing against my snug little hole. He pressed into me again, and I willed
my body to just relax, and release the resistance there, and in one quick,
steady, pressure, I felt myself open to his probing digit, and gasped, as
it slid full length inside me. "Hmmmm....!" I hissed softly, and held rock
still, as I adjusted to the feeling of sudden fullness, and
pressure. "Ohhh.....Jesus....wow...!" muttered Skip, as he tentatively wiggled
the tip of his finger inside me. "Uh huh....double, wow...!" I grunted, as my
reflexes caused me to clamp down on the invading digit in my
rectum. "Jeez....cool....do that again, Roby!" he croaked, and I felt him
withdraw slightly, then, push back into me. I worked my anal muscle around
his probing finger, and he got the idea, and began slowly working his
finger in and out of me, spreading me, and melting away the slight
discomfort I had been feeling.

   I relaxed even more, warming to the feeling, and he got braver, as well,
moving his finger in and out of my gripping tunnel. "Is it ok, Rob...?" he
croaked, and I grunted, nodding my head, and mumbling, "yea, Dude...big time
ok, actually!" He relaxed more then, and got a sort of rhythm going as he
probed my tight tunnel, and I almost yelled out loud, when his finger slid
over my prostate. I jumped, big time, bright little stars popping up behind
my eyes, and Skip froze his finger, saying, incredulous, "What....the
fuck...?" I wiggled my butt, and clamped down on his finger, and hissed,
"Fuck....do that again, Dude!" He slid back inside, then, pulled back,
pressing slightly forward, and hit it again, causing me to groan deeply, as
I felt my cock eject a stringer of precum. "Oh.....oh fuck, yea....right
there...touch....right....there...!" I wailed, and he located the sweet spot
again, pressing it, and asking, "Here...?this...uh...bump...?" I shivered
strongly, again feeling the wetness of my drooling juices spit from my
pulsing cock, and mumbled, weakly, "Yea....fuck
yea....right....fucking...there...!"

   I instinctively lifted my butt higher, and clamped onto his finger,
trying to hold it against that place, as the sensations washed over my
shaking body. He had the feel of it now, and began steadily probing his
finger over my gland, as the light show behind my eyes imploded, and my
breathing became shallow, and
ragged. "Ohhh.....fuck....Skip....gonna.....fuck....blow....Dude...!" I yelped,
raggedly, between short gasps of air, and my whole body shivered strongly,
my balls feeling as though they might boil over. I shuddered again, as Skip
continued to probe my hot spot, and I felt my cock jerk strongly, and
erupt, spewing shot, after shot, after shot, of my warm cum, thoroughly
sliming the sleeping bag under my heaving body.

   Suddenly, it was way too intense, almost a burning sensation, and I
flinched, strongly clamping down on his finger, and at the same time trying
to scoot forward, needing to dislodge his finger from my spasming
ass. "Damn...jeez....quit...stop now....Skip....please, Dude...!" I yelped,
almost crying, from the incredible feelings, a mix of fullness, pain, and
unbelievable pleasure, all mixed together. Skip yanked his finger out of
me, and suddenly, I wanted it back, needed it back, as the emptiest feeling
I'd ever experienced washed over me. I sprawled face down on the slimy
sleeping bag, almost sobbing, and shaking, with the pure intensity of the
strongest orgasm of my young life. Skip dropped down next to me, holding
me, and asking me, over and over, if I was ok. Finally, I settled, and
began gulping deep intakes of air, and nodding my head, trying to speak, to
tell him I was not only ok, but I was wonderful, perfect, drained totally,
and seriously wondering if I hadn't actually blasted my balls out the head
of my wilted cock!

   We laid there, the only sound being my ragged breathing, as the
realization of what had just happened sunk in for us both. Finally, I
rolled over, and rested my head on his tummy, looked up at him, and managed
a kind of sheepish grin. "Jeez," I mumbled, "Just how special was that!"
Skip looked slightly dazed, but gamely smiled, and replied,
"Very....actually, very special...scared me, sort of....you
were....um....so....intense!" I turned my face into the soft skin of his
tummy, and licked him, and said, "I never....not freeking
ever....felt....anything...quite...like....that....!" I muttered, planting small
licks on his smooth skin between the words.

   We grew quiet again, each of us relishing the incredible experience in
our own mind, and I moved my hand into his bulging crotch, my fingers
wrapping around the shaft of his very hard cock. Tired, and emotionally
drained as I was, there was just something about Skip's cock that made it
irresistible to me, particularly when it was so obviously in need of
attention. I stroked him a few times, then, encouraged by his soft moans, I
worked open the fly of his jeans, and let that beauty emerge into the warm
night air. I gave a small moan of my own, as his pretty cock sprung free,
and throbbed against his groin, the soft firelight flickering on the satin
smooth stalk. I gently closed my fingers around his tight ball sac, and
tugged softly, before leaning in, and swabbing my tongue over the slightly
wrinkled skin. I licked his balls, and gently captured each small orb in my
mouth, sucking gently, before running my tongue tip up the underside of his
turgid shaft, and lapping across the smooth head, my taste buds reacting to
the flavor of his drooling precum. He arched his back as I licked the
slippery cock head, and closed my lips around it, sucking firmly, before
slowly engulfing his entire length into my mouth.

   I closed my fingers around his scrotum again, and moved my head up and
down his rock hard cock, as I felt his fingers tangle into my hair, a low
series of soft groans escaping from him. "Uhggg...Ummm....good....!" he
croaked, and I slipped into a rhythm, eager to go for the gold, wanting,
and needing, to feel his slippery meat in my throat, and that silky shaft
filling my mouth. He tugged at my hair, and thrust his slim hips at me, a
steady cadence of pleasure emanating from his clenched jaw, as I sucked him
with complete abandon, shamelessly coaxing his orgasm from him. It was
quick, seemingly no time at all, when his cock flexed in my mouth, and
exploded, his creamy essence spraying over my tongue in strong jets,
causing me to gulp rapidly, only to be once again immediately flooded with
the next eruption of his salty fluid. Four, maybe five, ropes of his cum
filled my mouth, and he was drained, as he sagged back onto the sleeping
bag beneath us, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I held his wilting
meat in my mouth, and stroked the base of it with my fingers, feeling one
last drizzle of his warm cream coat my tongue. I released him then, and
slid up beside him, pressing my mouth over his, as our tongues lashed at
each other, sharing the slightly acrid after taste of his offering.


After a while, we got up, and removed the few shards of our clothing that
remained, and naked, crawled into the tent, where we entwined our naked
bodies under the spread sleeping bag, and drifted into a deep, and very
satisfied, sleep.

(To Be Continued)
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