Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 14:25:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Valley (3)

We hiked the trail for a steady three hours, fully enjoying the beauty of
our surroundings, and the multitude of wildlife that we encountered as we
went along. The straps of the backpack were beginning to dig into my boney
shoulders, so I was happy when Skip called a break, and we shrugged out of
the packs. I stretched my aching muscles, and settled down onto the soft
grass of the meadow we were crossing, leaning my back on a huge granite
boulder.

Skip took a long pull from his canteen, then, dropped down beside me.
"Jeez, Robby, is this place sweet, or what?" he commented, sweeping his arm
to indicate our beautiful surroundings. I nodded, gazing around, and
drinking in the azure blue sky, dotted with the occasional huge, puffy
cloud. There were incredibly tall pines trees of every variety all around
the meadow, and the whole scene was surrounded by a backdrop of the still
snow capped high Sierra's. "Sweet, for sure, and, like, so private, almost
like there is nobody else in the world but us." I replied. Skip nodded his
agreement, and said, "This trip was a really cool plan, Dude, I'm really
liking it lots." I raised my knees, and massaged my tight thigh muscles,
and noticed Skip's eyes flicker down to my crotch. I looked down, following
his gaze, and giggled softly, seeing my snug hiking shorts all bulging from
my scrunched up dick, and balls. As I lifted my gaze to meet Skip's eyes,
he quickly looked away, his cute face going all pink. I busted him checking
out my stuff, and he knew it.

"Hey, Dude," I started, "That was really cool, uh, this morning, in the
tent." He turned another shade of pink, but nodded his head, and mumbled,
"Yea, pretty gay, actually, but cool, for sure." I chuckled, and said,
"Gay...why gay, Dude...we just, like, watched each other jack...big freeking
deal." He reddened some more, and muttered, "Exactly, and that's the kind
of shit gay dudes do." I laughed, and replied, "No way, Dude, serious gay
dudes are all, like, into sucking dudes off, and even butt-fucking each
other." He looked at me, a kind of funny expression on his face, and said,
"Really...and since when are you the subject matter expert on gay sex
stuff?" Now it was my turn to go red faced, since I had just pretty much
tipped my hand, all but admitting outright, that I apparently had some
degree of interest in the subject of gay sex. Shit.

 "Um, well, just, I seen some stuff, like, on the net, you know." I
croaked. Skip grinned, obviously enjoying my squirming, and replied,
"Really, Dude, surfing the gay porn sites, are we?" I felt my face get all
hot, sudden images of my late night search results flashing through my
brain. To add to my misery, those vivid images caused my ever rampant dick
to respond, and grow stiff inside my snug shorts. My physical reaction was
definitely not lost on Skip, who again flicked his eyes over my tented
crotch. "Well, maybe a little, but just sorta, like, on accident." I
stammered. Skip snorted, and indicated my burgeoning hard-on with a nod of
his head, and replied, "Accident, right, I'm, like, totally sure, Dude, and
try telling me that "Little Robby" there, doesn't think whatever you been
perving on doesn't rock!" I blushed furiously, willing my dick to wilt,
which of course, only made it worse, so that the damn thing actually flexed
against my tight shorts material. "Well, yea, I guess so," I mumbled,
totally freeking embarrassed, "it actually is pretty hot to see, and, well
shit, I'm so freeking all-the-time horny, anyhow!" Skip giggled at that
remark, and added some tone to his own blush, and sort of squeaked, "I
fuckin' hear that!"

He must have decided to cut me some slack, because he suddenly stood up,
and reached for his pack. I smiled to myself, when I noticed his own shorts
were seriously tented with a sweet little boner of his own! He slung his
pack onto his shoulders, and turned away from my stare, his cheeks glowing
sweetly. My eyes automatically dropped to again perv his cute butt, and I
was startled to hear myself mumble, "Freeking cute butt, Dude." Skip
stopped in his tracks, and looked back at me over his shoulder. His
near-white eyebrows tilted up, and he said, "Say what?" I grinned, my eyes
again perving his tight little bubble, and said, "Nutin, Dude, let's hit
the trail." I got up, and adjusted my bone, so it was straight up against
my groin, then picked up my pack. I got it loaded, and we started down the
trail again, me following Skip, and his cute little butt.

We did another couple of hours hiking, and crested a small rise, pausing to
stare, in awe, at the beauty before us. Maybe a hundred yards, or so, in
front of us, stood one of the many high country lakes that populated the
Desolation Valley Wilderness. Totally calm, and serene, the aqua blue water
of the small lake shimmered in the bright sunlight. It was lined with tall
pines, and firs, and the shoreline was dotted with dozens of large, black,
granite rocks, and boulders. It was a post-card, come to life, and both of
us stood rock still, absorbing the pristine mountain scene. "Awesome!" said
skip, and I nodded agreement, saying, "This, Dude, has got to be camp for
the night!" He hitched his pack higher on his shoulders, and replied, "Most
definitely Dude, let's go find a camp spot."

We rapidly covered the distance to lake side, and scouted the area until we
found a flat area, close to the water, sheltered by several large boulders,
and trees. We dumped our packs, and got busy with setting up the tent, and
building a fire ring. We rounded up some dead-fall for fire wood, setup our
gas cook stove, and strung a rope clothes line between two pines. In short
order, the spot looked like home, and we decided to have a shot at maybe
catching a few lake trout for dinner. Re-hydrated backpack food is ok, but
some real meat to go with couldn't be a bad thing, we reasoned. We broke
out our telescoping fishing rods, and headed down to the waters edge. We
had this zip-lock bag with several lures in it, and tried a few different
combinations, having no luck. "Let's go up and over this boulder, Robby,
and try it on the other side." Skip suggested, so we clamored up the face
of the mountain sized boulder, and skinned down the other side. We made
several casts from that position, and still, no fish. I spotted a wooden
sign a little ways off, and went over to check it out. I walked back to
Skip, and told him the sign said there was an upper lake some half mile, or
so, away, and we decided to go check it out.

We walked about a half an hour, mostly climbing, and finally reached
another, smaller, lake. As we approached the waters edge, we were excited
to see several fish rising to the surface, snaring hatch from the waters
surface. We rigged our poles again, and in less than forty minutes we had
landed five nice lake trout for our dinner. Skip produced his small pocket
knife, and we cleaned the trout, then strung them, and placed them back
under the cool water to keep them fresh. Skip swiped his forearm across his
brow, and said, "Dude, its getting freeking hot out here." I nodded, also
feeling the growing intensity of the afternoon sun, and suggested, "So,
yea, how about we go swimming?" Skip looked at me funny, then his cute
smile crossed his face, and he chirped, "skinny-dipping?" I giggled, and
replied, "You got Dude, all over naked!" He laughed, and said, "Ok gay-boy,
I guess I can stand ya all perving my big, fat cock!" I blushed, and
giggled, muttering, "Oh jeez, Dude, chill, OK?" He grinned, and pulled his
tee shirt over his head, then skinned out of his shorts. I looked at his
near naked body, clad now in only his small white briefs. I felt a funny
tingle in my balls when I looked at his nice, smooth skin, and felt it
again, when my eyes drifted over his snug package. "You about done perving,
gay-boy?" He asked with a giggle, and I felt my face get about as red as my
cock was hard. Oh man, I thought, what the fuck is up with me all of a
sudden, I am actually all boned up again, just from looking at Skips smooth
little body!

Skip looked at me, his eyes dropping to my swollen crotch, and he chuckled,
turning slightly pink, and said softly, "Come on, Robby, strip, the cold
water will fix it for you." My blush deepened considerably, but I pulled my
shirt, and shorts off, then, bent over to untie my shoes. Skip chuckled
behind me, and said, "Nice butt, dude!" I groaned, and kicked off my shoes,
then turned, to catch just a brief glimpse of Skip's cute, naked butt, as
he plunged into the lake. I saw his white briefs on top of his shirt and
shorts, telling me that he was actually all naked, so I quickly peeled off
my own briefs, and followed my hard-on into the lake.

Skip had been right about the startling effect of the cold water, and my
throbbing boner rapidly deflated. We swam, and splashed, dunking each
other, generally running the gambit of behavior typical of two young boys
in the water. The one definite difference of this particular outing was our
nakedness, and I had to admit to myself that I really enjoyed the frequent,
if brief, contacts with his naked body, especially the few minor brushes
against his chubby little cock. Eventually, we tired, and became chilled,
so we swam out to the small, rocky, island in the center of the small lake,
and got out of the water. There was a small cove, surrounded by an arching,
white sand beach, and we dropped on our backs on the soft sand, letting the
warm sun reheat our chilled bodies. I put my hands behind my head, raising
it slightly, and subtly stared at Skip's naked body. His eyes were closed,
so I seized the opportunity to seriously perv him, reveling in the complete
smoothness of his slim body. His cock was soft, and pretty small, but
chubby, and it was resting sort of off to one side over his plump ball
sac. He had maybe twenty, or so, pubes right at the very top of his dick,
pretty much just like me, and the rest of him was totally hairless, and so,
so, smooth looking. His cock was maybe a little shorter than mine, and
circumcised like me, too, but his was definitely thicker. His balls were
hairless too, and plumped really nice in the tight little bag that rested
between his firm thighs. I couldn't stop looking at him, and I groaned
softly, when I realized that my own cock had inflated, and was jutting
straight out off my groin.

Skip opened his eyes, and totally busted me perving him, then smiled
sweetly, saying, "Hey, gay-boy, getting off on perving my killer bod, are
we?" I blushed, big time, and poked my fist at his shoulder, saying, "Jeez,
Dude, chill with the gay-boy shit, ok, I'm just curious is all, I never
actually seen anybody all naked like this before." He giggled, looking
straight at my waving erection, and said, "Yea, and Little Robby is digging
it, major digging it!" My face went hotter still, and I squeaked, "Oh jeez,
Skip, gimme a freeking break, ok?" His next move actually shocked me, when
he spread his legs widely, and closed his eyes again, then put his hands
behind his head, and said, almost a whisper, "It's cool, dude, help
yourself."

My heart was pounding so hard and fast that I heard it like a big roar in
my ears. Holy shit, I thought, he's actually being Ok with this, almost
telling me to touch him, and God knows I want to, want to in a really big
way! My mind again conjured up flash images of my internet searches,
suddenly filling my minds eye with slim young guys touching each others
bodies, licking, and sucking, and huge bursts of semen splattering across
their smooth bodies, and cute faces. My cock was as hard as a steel rod,
achingly hard, and my balls felt all tingly at the same time. I reached
down, and gripped my shaft, pumping my erection a few times, shuddering at
the intense sensation. Slowly, tentatively, I extended my hand toward
Skip's smooth body, my fingers lightly grazing the creamy skin of his upper
chest. He flinched slightly, but kept his eyes tightly closed, saying
nothing. I cautiously lay my palm on his chest, and rubbed small circles on
his satin smooth skin, reveling in the warmth, and softness of his skin. He
groaned softly, when my fingers slid across his slightly puffy, small
nipples, so I did that again, gently fingering each little nubbin into
stiffness. I grinned, happy to know that his did just what mine did, when I
touched them this way.

I abandoned his tits then, and boldly slid my hand downward, gasping
slightly at the feel if his soft tummy skin, and let my finger dip into his
concave little button. He giggled slightly, apparently ticklish there, and
I watched, totally fascinated, as his chubby cock swelled, and hardened,
before my wide eyes. It inflated fully, lifting, then, jutting strongly,
straight up against his groin. I stared at the pulsing piece of turgid
flesh, amazed at seeing it throb with his own rapid heart beat. It must
have been four inches, easy, and thicker than mine, maybe a good inch, or
more, in diameter. The smooth head was slightly wider than the shaft, and
kind of flared, helmet like. I focused on the tiny slit that scored the
center of his cock head, and shuddered, when I remembered seeing his cum
fly out of it earlier this morning when we jacked off. It's actually
pretty, I decided, and unconsciously swallowed the copious amount of saliva
that I was surprised to find in my mouth.

I moved my hand onto his flat groin, and passed my fingers through his
wispy strands of pubic hair, causing him to inhale sharply. I circled his
cock, and balls, resisting the incredible urge to just grab it, and lightly
walked my fingers down his inner thigh to the knee. He shuddered again, but
was still, his eyes tightly clamped together. I crossed over to the other
leg, and slowly slid my fingers up the inside of his thigh, until I reached
his snug ball sac. He shivered slightly, and I gently poked at his firm
scrotum with my fingers, locating each ball, and gently fingering it,
fascinated with the texture of them, and their freedom of movement. Skip
groaned out loud, when I gently closed my hand around his plump sac,
tugging it slightly, gauging the weight of his plump nuts. He inhaled, and
blew it out again, his legs moving still further apart. I toyed with his
balls, and stared, open mouthed, at his incredible cock, licking my lips,
and totally afraid of my next thought.

I adjusted my body slightly, my steel hard erection stabbing into my thigh,
and leaving a sensation of wetness where it touched. Jeez, I thought, I'm
leaking all over! I sucked in a deep breath, and awkwardly reached out my
hand, going for the gold now, as I slowly approached his turgid cock. My
hand was actually shaking, as it drifted into my view, mere inches from
contact with Slip's magnificent young meat. I moved in closer to the
pulsing prize, and actually felt the heat emanating off the firm stalk. I
gulped, and finished the tentative journey, closing my fingers around the
rampant erection, my breath hanging in my throat in a muffled groan. Skip
tensed slightly, then relaxed, muttering a soft grunt, as I moved my fist
up, and down, on his rigid cock.

Oh wow, I thought, this rocks, big time, all rock hard, and soft, all at
once. So freeking smooth, like silk, maybe, and jeez, it's actually hot
feeling, too. I stroked him, duplicating the rhythm that I used on my own,
and he shuddered again, his slim hips lifting slightly to pump himself
through my hand. I moved my face closer, and inhaled his heady scent, my
mouth again flooding full of saliva. I stroked him, steady, slow movements
up and down his length, and slowly slid my free hand between his legs to
toy with his plump balls again. Skip groaned louder now, almost a cadence
of guttural sounds, and continued to flex his hips in sync with my rubbing
him.

My own cock was aching, as hard as I had ever felt it, and I felt the
continuous flow of my leaking precum run onto my thigh. I sniffed again, my
nostrils filling with the scent of his skin, and his excitement. I let out
a deep moan, as I watched, wide-eyed, as a tear drop of his fluid oozed
from the tiny slit of his almost purple cock head. In a sudden moment of
boldness, I dropped my head, and slid my tongue out, lapping the flat of it
against his wrinkly nut sac. Skip arched, and groaned again, so I licked
him again, then, without even thinking, sucked his plump balls inside my
gaping mouth. I sucked gently, my mind spinning with the feeling of his
thick bag in my mouth, and probed each small nugget with my tongue
tip. "Aggg...fuck, Robby....just.....jeez...! He grunted, and I suddenly just
knew, without the tiniest doubt, exactly what I wanted, needed, to do.

I released his saliva soaked balls, and lifted my head, gripping the base
of his burgeoning erection in my fingers. I stared at his leaking cock
head, so deep purple in color now, the clear, shiny fluid coating the
smooth skin. I stroked his shaft in my fingers, and another small pearl
instantly emerged. I felt my mouth flood again, and I closed my eyes tight,
caving in totally to the overpowering instinct that washed over
me. Groaning deeply, I opened my mouth, inched forward, and slid Skips
steely four inches into my mouth. The bulbous, spongy head hit the back of
my throat, gagging me briefly, until I pulled back slightly. My taste buds
exploded, as I reeled with the feeling of his turgid flesh in my mouth, and
I instinctively applied suction to his throbbing tool, moving my head over
his length. Skip jerked strongly beneath me, his hips driving upward,
seeking to bury his drooling cock in my mouth. I felt his hands grab at my
head, and heard his hoarse cry, as he yelped my name.

My jaw ached with the unfamiliarity of my movements on his cock, and my
mouth flooded with his flavors, and textures, swimming in my copious
saliva, as I sucked him, as though I had done it forever. His grunts, and
moans filled my ears, along with the pounding roar of my heart beat, and I
knew, insisted, on what I so badly wanted. I rubbed the base of his smooth
cock in sync with my sucking, and in mere minutes it was over, his satin
smooth shaft swelling, and jerking strongly in my mouth. He tugged at my
hair, almost painfully, as his cock exploded, suddenly flooding my aching
mouth with his bitter-sweet fluid, shot, after shot, after shot. I gulped
each time my mouth flooded, and felt the tears run down my cheeks, as Skip
emptied his balls completely, emitting a steady series of groans. Finally,
it was finished, and Skip collapsed under me like stuffed toy, going
totally limp, save for his rising and falling chest. I swallowed once more,
and released his shrinking cock from my bruised lips. I swabbed my tongue
through my mouth, savoring the acrid after-taste of his discharge, then sat
up, shaking my head in wonder at what had just happened. Skip opened his
eyes, and looked blankly at me a minute, then smiled, and said, "Jeez,
Robby, what the fuck was THAT!" I giggled, and wiped at my puffy lips with
the back of my hand, then replied, "That, Skipper, was freeking awesome!"
He chuckled, his blond head nodding, and said, "Ya think?"

(To Be Continued)
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