Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 09:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Desolation Vally (5)

   With both Skip and I coming down to earth following our intense orgasms,
the tent grew stonily quiet. The moonlight provided just enough
illumination for me to make out his still form beside me, and I watched him
quietly as his bare chest rose, and fell gently, with his quiet
breathing. What was he thinking, lying there that way, I wondered. Probably
that I am some kinda perv, and that he doesn't want to be bud's
anymore. Jeez.

    I was vividly aware of a multitude of my own thoughts, as my brain
struggled to sort out the myriad of mixed messages it was processing. My
own actions amazed me, and somewhat confused me, all at the same time.

   If someone had tried to suggest to me just a week ago that I would be
lying here now, a veteran of having administered two blow jobs to my best
friend, I would probably have laughed out loud. Sure, I had gotten myself
sorta hooked on surfing some gay websites lately, and really gotten into
jerking off to the pictures and stories I found there, but this, man, this
was something else, again. I had mostly explored the gay stuff online
because the straight porn I had found was actually pretty gross, I thought,
with the girls all being old, and hard looking, like the hookers they
actually were. Huge, gross, plastic tits that made me think of cows, and
garish, shaved pussy's that probably could easily have accommodated a breed
stallion, without so much as blink. Where was the turn-on in that, I
wondered, shaking my head.

So yea, I sorta migrated toward the gay sights. It wasn't actually so much
about the material being gay, I just got way more turned-on seeing the
young, really good looking, guys doing stuff, getting each other off, and
it excited me, seeing them cumming, their sperms shooting everywhere. All
of their equipment looked familiar to me, just larger versions of my own,
and it was way easier to relate to their excited expressions, as they blew
their massive loads. After all, I had been there, and done that, on
countless occasions in the past couple of years, all by myself, and I knew
how awesome it felt. But none of that ever once planted a seed about trying
that stuff with some other boy, least of all Skip, who's friendship I
really valued, a lot.

   Even when I actually did it, that first time at the lake, I hadn't
actually though about doing that, not even once, until we were both naked,
and goofing around in the water. Our naked bodies were sorta touching in
the water, and I was, like, really aware of Skip's dick and stuff, and I
got pretty horny about it. So when we just kicked back on the beach I
started checking him out, and it got to me, so I just, like, had to touch
him. And man, it was so freeking weird how once I had actually done that
part, and he responded by getting all boned, something inside me just,
like, made me lick his dick, and then, just slide it inside my mouth, and
suck it. Jeez, Rob, that sorta is gay, dude, actually. What's even more
gay, is I liked doing it, and had wanted to do it again, and did do it
again, just now, right here in the freeking tent. Jeez.

   Then there's the thing skip did, actually jerking me off like that, and
me shooting my stuff, like, all over him, too. Wow!  That felt so freeking
awesome, for him to jerk me like that, like, totally better than just me
doing it. I wonder if that freaked him, doing that for me, and if he's
gonna be all weirded in the morning. Hope not, cause I really hope he will
do it to me again, and let me suck him some more, too. Jeez. My mind
turning these endless thoughts, I finally drifted off to sleep.

   When I woke up in the morning, Skip wasn't in the tent. I lay there a
little while, and heard him clanging around with the pots, so I pulled on
my clothes, and shoes, and crawled out of the tent. He looked over at me as
I stood, and mumbled a good morning, and I smiled, then, walked off to the
trees to do my morning thing. I walked back to our camp, and Skip handed me
some powdered OJ that he had fixed, and I drank it right down. He fixed up
a couple of those instant oatmeal packs, and added some Granola bars, and
we ate hungrily, chatting some, but not as much as usual. I figured maybe
he was sorta bummed about last night, or yesterday in total, so I chilled,
and didn't push things.

   We cleaned up, broke camp, reloading our packs, then, started off on the
trail again. After a couple of hours, we came out of a thick stand of pines
into a small meadow with a sweet little stream running through it. Skip
stopped at the edge of the meadow, and said, "Let's drop our packs here,
and sneak up to that creek, and try for some trout." I nodded, and dropped
my pack, digging out my fishing rod. We stealthed our way to the edge of
the slow moving stream, and tossed in a couple of dry fly's, letting the
slow current carry them over the waters surface. Our choice of fly's
apparently pleased the fish, and within an hour, we had six nice ones on
the stringer, one from me, the rest from Skip. He smiled, and said,
"Protein for dinner, Dude, and if you're a good boy, I'll share." I
giggled, thinking that the protein I really wanted him to share came from
those cute balls between his legs!

   We cleaned the fish, and wrapped them in a cloth that we wet down in the
icy stream, to keep them fresh until dinner. We slung our packs, and
continued on the trail until we covered another few miles. We arrived at
yet another pristine high mountain lake, and again set up our camp, and
gathered our firewood. It was late afternoon, and warm, so I tossed caution
to the wind, and quietly suggested another skinny-dip in the lake. Much to
my surprise, and delight, Skip readily agreed. We dug towels out of our
packs, and stripped to our undies, then headed to the lake. I felt my dick
pump up as I checked out Skip in his snug little whiteys, and my mouth
flooded with saliva, as I settled my gaze on the firm looking bulge of his
crotch. Fuck, I thought, what is up with me, anyway....I am, damn
it....thinking about wanting to see him, and touch, and, oh shit, suck him,
again!

   We got to the edge of the lake, and skip waded in about knee deep,
testing the water temperature. He bent down, and my eyes locked onto his
tight little buns sweetly outlined in the small briefs. He dipped his hands
in the lake, and splashed the water over his chest, and the residual
cascaded down, soaking the front of his undies. He turned back toward me,
and I audibly gasped at the sight of his turgid cock outlined in the now
nearly transparent briefs. He caught me staring, and his cheeks turned a
soft pink, as he gave me a sheepish smile, and said, "It feels awesome,
Dude, it really does."

   Sure, he meant the water, I know, but my perving mind took it as the
thinly veiled reference that I wanted it to mean, and my own cheeks went
crimson, as I felt my cock lurch to fully hard, as I kept my eyes glued to
his tumescent staff. I heard him giggle softly, and tore my eyes off his
bulge to meet his gaze. He was looking straight at my tented briefs, when
he giggled again, and said, "Too bad the waters not colder, cause I'm
thinking that you sorta need a cold shower right now." I flexed my boner a
couple of times, making it jump inside my briefs, then just got bold, and
skinned them off, letting my hardon bounce up against my groin. I wiggled
it at him again, grinned, and said, "Don't think so, Dude, a cold dip is so
Not what I need, right now." His eyes widened, and the glow on his cheeks
deepened a shade, as he stared at my throbbing cock, probably mortified, as
his own pride and joy rapidly inflated to full hardness, jutting straight
out, and seriously straining the material of the soggy briefs. Totally
amazing myself, I quickly stepped in front of him, and closed my fist
around his rock hard cock, giving it a squeeze, as I giggled, saying, "Last
one in gets a blow job!" and I let go of his cock, and plunged into the
lake, making absolutely sure that Skip was "last one in."

   I swam a few long strokes, then pulled up, treading water, and turned
just in time to see Skip take a couple of long strides, his rock solid
hardon leading the way, as he plunged head long into the water. He stroked
straight toward me, and pulled up along side me, a wide, shit-eating grin
plastered across his cute face, and sputtered, "Guess I'm last in,
huh....oh, darn!" I giggled, nodding my head, and replied, "Roger that,
Dude, and now, ya gotta pay up!" He chuckled, and tried to look
mock-unhappy, saying, Oh jeez...well...a bet's a bet, right?" I nodded
quickly, answering, "Yup, yup, those are the rules, Dude!" We treaded
water, looking into each others eyes, neither of us saying any more, and I
felt my heart pounding in my chest, suddenly understanding that we were
actually going to do it, again. Well, I was, for sure, and I amazed myself
again, realizing that I really, really, wanted to, a lot!

   I glanced around, taking in the shoreline, and then spotted a cluster of
really big, black rocks out in the lake, about fifty feet from where we
were. The rocks were off shore a ways, and the one side of them were fairly
flat, so I figured that would be a good spot to get out of the water, and
not be visible from shore. I felt my mouth water, and gulped, as I nodded
my head at Skip in a "follow me" gesture, and kicked off toward the rock
formation. We reached the rocks, and I made my way up the side of them to a
flat little hollow about six feet above the waterline. I parked my naked
butt on a smooth ledge, and watched, as Skip worked his way toward me, his
pulsing erection leading the way.

   He reached my position, and stopped in front of me, his smooth cock
waving in the air maybe a foot in front of my face. God, he looks so
awesome like this, why had I never noticed all this before, I wondered. His
body is so lean, and smooth, and I noted the taut muscles of his toned
legs, and the soft little patch of his wet pubes plastered at the top of
his cock. His dick was perfect, smooth, and pulsing, with one thick vein
ballooned out over the length of the underside of it. The head looked
silky, and was darker red than the shaft, with a prominent ring circling
it, the skin just below it a tan brown color, the remnant of his
circumcision. His balls were hairless, and tucked snugly against his body,
framed by his toned thighs, and projecting outward slightly under his
turgid cock. My mouth flooded with saliva, as I slowly reached out my hand,
and gripped his steely hard shaft, stroking it slowly up and down. He
groaned, and rolled up on his toes, as I passed my thumb over the spongy
head, and stabbed lightly at the tiny slit there.

   I rubbed his cock gently, moving my fingers from its base to the tip
several times, and got my other hand into the act, cupping his ball sac,
and fingering the grape sized nuts within. Skip shuddered, and emitted a
soft moan, as I played with his boy stuff, my head spinning with the wonder
of what I was doing. My own cock was aching, pulsing along with my racing
heart rate, and Skip moaned again, as I tugged gently on his tight sac, and
shifted a little, his smooth legs parting a bit wider. I leaned in close to
him, and slid my fingers to the base of his shaft, bending his hardness
slightly toward me, and I gazed in wonder at the flared head of his dick. I
slid my tongue out, and swabbed it over the smooth head of his pretty cock,
making several passes, as he shuddered, and his cock leapt in my
fingers. "Oh jeez, Robby, God damn, Dude!" he yelped, as I ran my tongue
down the length of his shaft, and licked across the slightly winkled skin
of his scrotum, pushing at his balls. Remembering some of the web pictures
I'd seen, I opened my mouth, and captured one of his balls, sucking it
gently, as I continued to slide my fingers over his velvet shaft.

   He groaned louder, and rocked up on his toes, as I carefully maneuvered
the other ball into my mouth and sucked it gently. ""Fuck,
Rob....jeez....that feels hella good, dude!" He grunted, and I released his
small orb, again running my tongue up the underside of his rigid cock,
pressing against the firm vein, until I reached the now wet head again. I
swabbed over it, my taste buds registering the acrid flavor of his drooling
juices, then, opened my mouth, and engulfed his quaking meat right down to
the base. He groaned loudly, and I felt his hands grab at my head, and I
swallowed, feeling his spongy cock head bump the back of my throat, as his
silky pubes tickled my nose. I moved my head up and down his length,
sliding his slippery shaft in and out of my sucking mouth, and rolled my
tongue over his leaking head, as I cradled his tight balls in my hand,
rolling and tugging them. Skip rocked gently, his hips thrusting in sync
with my sucking, and my head reeled with the awesome feel of his warm
hardness filling my mouth. Jeez, I thought, I can't hardly believe this is
actually happening, that I'm sucking his beautiful cock again, and loving
it, every little ridge, and flavor.

   We got a rhythm going, and his groans had become a steady chant of
noises, as his cock continued to leak precum in a steady flow over my
tongue. His hands gripped the sides of my head, following my back and forth
movements, as I sucked him, my fingers still filled with his balls. He
grunted sharply, and his hip thrusts picked up speed, and force, as he
tugged at my hair, and grunted, "Ah, shit...Robby....gonna....!" His shaft
suddenly swelled in my mouth, and jerked strongly, then, literally
exploded, jetting several rapid, strong, pulses of his warm cream over my
tongue. He slammed his hips forward, and yelled my name, as I struggled to
keep up with his eruption, gulping his slick essence as fast as he
delivered it, savoring each pulse, as my hands gripped the firm, solid,
cheeks of his butt, reveling in the strength of his flexing muscles.

   Skips thrusting stopped, and I felt his cock soften in my mouth, as his
muscles relaxed, and he sagged against me. I slid his wilting meat out of
my mouth, and licked at the still drooling head, pressing my tongue tip
inside the small slit. He shuddered, and pulled away, dropping to his knees
in front of me, his head lying on my thigh. He shuddered again, and I
stroked the smooth skin of his back, as I gulped huge breaths of air, my
mouth alive with the bitter-sweet taste of his semen. He lifted his head,
and looked up at me, his cute face flushed, and sweating slightly. He gave
me a slightly disheveled grin, and shook his head slowly, and said, "Oh
man, I gotta tell ya, Dude, loosing a bet with you, just totally rocks!" I
giggled, and replied, "Yea, well, ya know, winning this bet pretty much
rocks, too!"

(To Be Continued)
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