Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2003 09:33:03 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Journey - 05

My Journey - Episode Five
By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

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My Journey - Episode 5

We took a much-needed breather at the bottom of the trail.  This is where
the group would split up with Chas and the Advisor taking the burros across
the bridge and down the far side of the Cimarron River.  Ken and my group
would proceed down along the river on this side to the narrow footbridge
crossing at the junction of Turkey Canyon and the river.

Some of my boys took this opportunity to remove their shirts, and adjust
the padding on their knap sack straps.  Ken had warned my crew that it
would be a hot twelve miles and to change into shorts.  I watched as Matt
and Carl hung their now wet t-shirts off the back of their packs.  I
marveled at the sight of their developing muscles flex as they both in
unison hoisted their back packs up into place.  I felt someone punch my
shoulder and heard Ken tell me, "Shut your mouth, you're drooling!"

"Okay, guys! Let's get on our way before it gets any hotter than it already
is."  Ken took one last look at the group with the burros as it proceeded
across the bridge and down along the opposite side of the river.  Ken
strode off leading my crew and the rest of Chas' toward Turkey Canyon.  I
brought up the rear of the line of eager teens.

We made it to the footbridge before the others had arrived with the burros.

Ken gave some directions on getting safely across the footbridge without
falling off into the river.  Those who wanted to wade through the river, as
it was fairly shallow, maybe waist deep, could do so.  Matt, Carl, Clayton,
Ralph and a couple others, immediately set down their backpacks and were
taking off their boots and socks.  "Larry, we're going to wade across.  May
be the last chance to get wet till we make camp."  I laughed and told them
to go ahead, it was their necks if anything happened.  I knew someone was
bound to loose his balance and get dunked.  Somehow I knew it was a sure
thing, and yep, they all did.  Flopping in the river were a group of
laughing boisterous teens, enjoying the cold refreshing water.

The other group caught up to us, and my crew finally got all their gear
across the river.  They replaced their socks and boots, but most remained
in just shorts or underwear.  The burros went to the shallows and began
drinking deeply, filling their bellies with the cold water.

Ken waited patiently until everyone was ready to proceed under the concrete
highway bridge and into the dry canyon bed beyond.  It was mostly gravel,
and Ken had the group with the burros lead off, with the rest of us
bringing up the rear of the long column.  My crew was silent and they were
taking in the high canyon walls on each side.  We spotted some antelope and
flushed some quail as the group wound it way though boulders and pools of
water.  After a while, we came upon the dirt roadway and the walking was
much easier.  We were climbing upward, toward the 8,000-foot level.

Ken called a rest stop at an area of grass and a shallow pool of water.  He
had the boys with the burros take them into the meadow and allow them to
munch the new grass, and to take on water from the pool.  This was near
Black Jack's hideout, and he allowed Chas and the advisor to take a group
up the trail to see the hideout.  Ken, and the boys handling the burros
stayed behind and waited for them to return.  I believe we had the better
part of the rest stop.  We lounged under some trees and laid back just
talking about the area and the things that Ken knew about it.  It wasn't
very long when the group returned.  They were disappointed as all they
observed were some piled rocks under an overhang, and some remains of a log
corral.  Seems the romance of the story was better than the actual site.

We followed the dirt road for the next hour down into Dean Camp where we
would spend the two nights in tents.  It had been a long trek up the
canyon.  My crew was hungry as the trail pack lunches weren't all that
filling.  Without a word from me, they scouted the area, gathered firewood,
and prepared a great evening meal.  Carl came up and said they had found a
wash shack and had started heating water for washing dusty jeans and
bodies.

Dean Camp was a beautiful site.  It was here we were able to participate in
the huge orienteering course laid out.  My guys decided to challenge Chas'
group to see which could cover the course in the shortest time and make
every checkpoint correctly.  Of course, my gang won and demanded a coup
(prize) from Chas' group.  It was decided that when we made Ponil, Chas'
crew had to buy my crew cold cokes.  I figured Ken was involved somewhere
in all this, but didn't bother finding out about his involvement.

After dinner cleanup, I noticed that my crew was ambling over to the wash
shack with towels and toilet kits.  I went to my tent and grabbed my stuff
and started down to take a much-needed shower.  I smelled rank from all the
sweating on the trail up to Dean Camp.  As I approached the showers, I
heard what sounded like arguing and challenges.  Instead of entering, I
stood outside to listen.  Chas' crew was accusing my crew of cheating on
the orienteering course.  My crew denied any cheating and threw back the
challenge that they could settle it all right here, right now with a
leg-wrestling contest.  The challenge was accepted and champions elected to
represent each side.  Carl versus Brian.

I came round to the entrance and witnessed the match.  Brawny Carl was
lying on the floor on his back, naked.  Brian, one of Chas' boys was laying
naked, on his back facing Carl. Their hips were pressed together. Each
raised their opposing leg three times and then their legs locked in combat.
It was no contest. Carl's heavy thigh was no match and Brian was lifted off
the floor and twisted around.  My crew let out a cheer and so did Chas'
crew.

Carl was up on his knees looking at Brian, "Now fucker, your big mouth has
got you into trouble again, you owe me for winning the match, and you are
going to pay off with your ass!"  I saw the fear on Brian face, as the
groups formed a ring around the two teens.

"Okay, Brian, on all fours and put your ass where I can dick it!"  The
group echoed the order, "Yeah Brian, put your ass in the air so Carl can
stab ya!"  I noted that Carl had his massive boner hard once again.  Some
one had thrown him a tube of cream and he was lubing up his hard cock.  Two
of Brian's friends spread his ass cheeks, and Carl applied some cream to
his ass ring and worked it in with his finger.

At that moment, I felt a warm hand grab my shoulder and Ken's warm mouth
was at my ear.  "Enjoying the fun?  Looks like your guys know how to settle
a bet!  Let them go at it, for awhile, then we'll break up the fun if it
gets too rough."  Ken pulled me back out of the light into a dark corner
where we could watch the teens without being seen.

We watched as Carl worked a finger, then two fingers into Brain's anal
orifice.  Brian's head was bobbing up and down between his shoulders.  His
mouth was open and he was grunting his pleasure, as Carl worked his ass
ring, opening it up and relaxing it.  The guys were all fingering their
cocks and telling Carl to "plug his ass with your big cock, fuck his ass,
he's ready for that big schalonge of yours, stick him with it, fuck his
nuts off, do it!"

Carl was on his knees behind Brian.  He spread Brian's knees wider, and
then moved inward with his hard man meat headed right for Brian's well
lubed and relax ass ring. The head of his cock made contact and I watched
as it smoothly stretched the hole wider and slipped inside past the
sphincter.  Brian yelped and his body jerked.  Carl stopped and waited.
The boys were silent.  I heard the slapping of hands on slippery wet cocks,
and groans of pleasure as the boys watched.  "Okay, Carl, fuck me, fuck me
hard. You won fair and square and I'm paying up for my guys."  Carl grinned
and leaning forward his long cock slid slowly into Brian's guts. Brian's
head was up, his eyes closed, his mouth open.

Carl was fully seated in Brian's ass.  The guys let go of his ass cheeks
and knelt beside the two youths.  They sat back on their haunches, stroking
their hard cocks and watched as Carl pulled his swollen pecker out of
Brian's tight ass ring.  It was wet and glistened in the lamplight.  I
wondered how Brian could have taken it, as it appeared to be huge.  Carl
had his right hand on the small of Brian's back and the left hand on an ass
cheek.  His hips went back, pulling his fat cock out of Brian's love hole,
and then he thrust his hips forward and sunk his cock fully up Brian's love
channel.  I heard the flesh meet with a loud thwack and Brian grunted.
Slowly Carl pulled his engorged prong out, and then thrust forward hard,
another loud thwack!

Carl spoke in rhythm of his thrusts, "Bri...thwack...I got
ta...thwack...tell ya...smack...you got
the...thwack....sweetest...thwack...tightest...thwack...ass
I've...splat...plowed! His hips sped up and his hands slid to Brian's hips
and his thrust became faster.  A chant went up from the watching boys, "go,
go, go, go, go, go, go" as Carl kept thrusting.  Brian was moaning, and I
watched his cock bobbing under his stomach.  One of the boys, Clayton, went
down and lying on his back slid his head under Brian's torso and slurped
Brian's swollen cock into his mouth.  As Carl thrust, Brian's cock was
shoved into Clay's willing mouth.  Another boy saw Clayton's prick standing
up hard off Clay's stomach, and he went down on all fours to slurp and lick
Clayton's cock.  Harry, got down on his hands and knees and sniffed, then
started licking his tongue over the ass cheeks of the boy that was giving
Clayton head.

Ken's arms were around me, his chin on my shoulder, and he was panting with
the lust developed from watching the boys, His swollen joy stick was riding
between my thighs, just under my ass cheeks and poking my ball sack and
getting it wet with his pre cum.  "Don't you just love teenagers!" he
whispered into my ear, licked my ear and pinched a hard nipple.  His left
hand slid to my stalk, and caressed it softly.

The room had become a den of iniquity.  Boys were stroking other lad's
cocks, some were sucking their buddy's cocks while their ass was being
licked and readied for someone's hard prong.  All eyes were still trained
on Carl and Brian watching as Carl strained to plunge deep.  Brian was now
thrusting backward to meet Carl.  He was moaning and grunting, gulping air
in gasps of pleasure as Carl hit his nut with each stroke of his hard
stallion.

Carl groaned from deep in his chest, and collapsed over Brian's back. Brain
was frozen in place, a long "ye-s-s-s-s-s-" of satisfaction coming out of
his mouth.  Their orgasm was matched by a few of the watching boys and
sperm, white cum, was shooting over he two combatant on the floor.  Ken
knew I was ready to shoot my own load.  He immediately backed off and
stepped back from me, my cock quivering in the air, wanting release, but
deigned the pleasure. He spun me around and put a hand over my mouth.

The boys, having released their tension, were drifting off to the showers,
making soft comments about how neat it was to see Carl and Brian get their
nuts off together.  Carl helped Brian up and they were talking softly to
each other.  I couldn't hear what they were saying, but both were grinning
ear to ear and their heads nodding in agreement about something.

Ken removed his hand from my mouth and pulled me to the doorway.  In a loud
voice he asked, "Do you think they left us any hot water?" and we walked
into a chorus of "Yeah, there is more hot water!"  Carl had done a great
job of heating the water.  He had done so well, it was like steam jetting
out of the nozzles.  I looked around and saw that everyone was soaping up
and washing each other.  Hands were slipping over wet ass cheeks, cocks
were being lovingly washed, pecs and nipples tended with loving strokes.

Under their own showerhead, Carl was ministering to Brian's ass crack,
making sure it was well washed, his forefinger plunging in the hole and
coming out coated with soap and cum.  Ken strode over, went down on his
knees and knocking Carl's hands way, rinsed Brian's butt, and then bent
down, spread Brian's ass cheeks with his thumbs, licked Brian's ass ring,
worked his head between the cheeks and I saw his cheeks sink in as he
sucked on Brian's ass ring.  He lifted his head, turned sideways and spit
out a mouthful of cum.  Looking at Carl, he said, "That's how you clean out
a guys ass after filling him full of cream!"  He went back and licked all
around Brian's ass ring.  The kid was leaning against the wall, his ass
thrust into Ken's face, as Ken's tongue went all around Brian's ass
ring. Ken's head bobbed up and down and around as he gave Brian, what I
found out later was called rimming, a good ass licking. Brian was mouthing
one-word expletives as Ken worked on his ass.  Ken then got up and walked
toward me.  "That kid has a sweet ass, just like honey, sweet!"

I was aghast, "Ken, how could you do that!"  I had never before seen anyone
kiss and lick a guy's ass before.  It was totally repulsive to me.

"Hey, friend, don't knock it until you tried it.  That kid enjoyed it and
so did I and as I said he tasted sweet!"  Ken walked off and got under a
shower, soaping his armpits and chest.  He slid a soapy hand back to his
ass cheek slightly lifting one leg. I knew he was fingering his ass crack.
He was smirking and his eyes were twinkling in the soft lamplight, he broke
out into a chuckle, and then a laugh.  The boys, not knowing what he'd
done, joined in with the Bronx cheers and laughter.

Apparently, they were all enjoying themselves, totally relaxed and free of
any sexual tension.  I was the one with tension.  I had not blown a wad, I
was aghast at Ken's action, and embarrassed at how the boys were reacting
to the mass orgy I had witnessed.  I quickly soaped, rinsed, and left the
shower shack.  I waited outside for Ken, and watched as a stream of naked
boys left the shack and headed to their tents.

Ken found me, put his warm paw on my shoulder and guided me back to our
tent off in the aspens.  He had purposely chosen the tent farthest back in
the wood.  It meant that any noise we made in our lovemaking would likely
not be readily heard by the others.  I looked down and my eyes made out
that his cock was fully inflated and sticking straight out in front of him,
waving from side to side as he walked beside me.

We arrived at our tent, and as I bent down to enter, I felt his hand on my
ass cheek as he assisted me.  I slapped his hand away.  He remarked, "Testy
are we? Well I know I left you hanging back there.  I wanted you to save it
for when we were together."

I was sitting on my bedroll, my eyes shooting daggers at him.  My cock was
rising up between my legs.  He must have read the thoughts I was sending to
him. He was looking at me and again, giving me that grin I had a fondness
for.  He moved forward, closer to me.  "Okay, okay, so I was a bit forward
with your little warriors.  They would have done it even if you had tried
to stop it, which you didn't, I might add!  Get your legs spread out and
I'll see what I can do for that boner you have sticking out looking for
relief."  I lay on my back and raised up on my elbows to watch as he
crawled over the top of me.

"It's not that Ken, its what you did to Brian!  That kid didn't know how to
react to what you did to him.  How could you put your mouth down where he
shits?  That was nasty! Yuck! My stomach turns just at the thought."

Ken looked up at me and then turned his body so that we were in the 69
position, with him on top.  He moved his knees so they were tight up
against my shoulders, tight against my ears.  I looked up at his tight
hairless ball sack, his cock hard up against his stomach, and spread open
above me was his clean pink puckered ass ring.

Ken had started licking the shaft of my cock, and licked around my
balls. He wet me down good and was slurping up the wetness with little
kisses along my cock and balls.  He swallowed the tip and flicked his
tongue over the piss slit, and where the foreskin joins the head.  Any of
you who have had this done to you, know how good that feels.  He gave me a
few full thrusts into his throat, then lifted his head with my cock
slipping out and slapping wetly on my abs.

He turned and asked, "Come on babe, give my cock some action.  You know
what makes me feel good.  Don't be angry, think love and pleasure.  Come
on, be a good sport and give daddy what we both want, my hard cock in your
warm wet mouth!"  and he went back to slurping on my throbbing pleasure
pole.

My arms reached up so I could pull my mouth closer to his ball sack and
cock.  I swallowed his ball sack and let it slip out over my lips.  I felt
his cock throb.  Then I reached up and tried pulling his cock down to my
mouth, but it was too swollen and hard, and it kept slipping out of my
mouth.  My nose was being thrust nearer to his ass ring.  I didn't smell
anything and for some reason I started wondering what it would feel like on
my tongue.  It looked clean; he had just showered.  On its own, my tongue
flicked out and lapped next to his pucker, then another and soon I was
swirling my tongue all round and over his ass hole.

I became conscious of Ken not moving.  He was not slurping my cock, and I
heard a small growling sound and a humming sound.  I stopped licking his
ass and lowered my head, my hand and arms fell spread out on the bedroll.

Ken rose up on his knees and looked down at me.  "Do you realize what you
just did?"  I answered, "Uh-huh, I licked your ass." I fell silent as it
sank in.  Ken lifted one leg over my shoulder, then the other.  My arms
were now at the back of his knees and I was looking up at his genital area.
He was fully exposed to me.  If I had wanted to, I could have ravaged his
balls, cock and ass hole.  That's exactly what he had in mind.  His hips
lowered and his ass was pressed down within range of my tongue.  "Do it, do
it now, lick my ass!"  He swallowed my cock to the base and started sucking
hard.  I felt my cock slide down into his smooth throat and the swallowing
action press and squeezed my cock.  I felt his tongue licking, or rather
stroking the underside of my cock, his lips pressed close around it, his
breathing stirring my pubic hairs.

Oh, I licked all right.  I didn't need any instruction; it was like I knew
what to do, as my tongue swirled in the pucker, I stiffened my tongue into
a tube and pressed on the opening, and Ken relaxed and my tongue slid into
his hot canal.  My tongue was gripped, then released by his sphincter
muscle. It wasn't long before I was sucking his juice through my tube
formed tongue thrust up into his ass.  The taste was sweet, tangy, pungent,
but not repugnant, as I had imagined.  Ken was moaning.  Pre cum was
coating my chest, and then I felt the hot splashes.  I stopped what I was
doing.  We lay there, Ken crouched over me.  I laid, gasping as I felt my
balls pull tight and relief spread through my groin as my cum flowed into
Ken's throat.  He pulled his mouth off me and raised up slightly.

"I want you to know, lover, that I have never cum when having my ass
licked.  You are a natural born rimmer.  You who found it disgusting, have
done what no other dude has managed or ever will manage."  He raised up and
lifted his leg over me and sat down beside me.  His head came down and he
placed a most passionate kiss on my lips, his tongue flicking in and out
between them.  He passed a glob of my cum to me and we swirled it around in
my mouth, till I swallowed it and his tongue.  He jerked his head up and
broke the kiss.

"For a guy who doesn't know anything about sexual acts, you sure disprove
what you have told me.  Larry, you are writing a new book here.  You
instinctively know what pleases me most. I just think of what I'd like and
you do it to me, without me suggesting it.  Man, that is weird!"

"Yeah, weird is the word for it," I softly said, "its like I hear this
voice in my head encouraging me to do it, to do more, to bring you all the
pleasure I am capable of.  Even to doing things I would never do, things I
have never thought of or read about.  Like, right now a voice is saying he
wants to ride you like a pony.  What does that mean?"  I looked up at Ken.
He rose and straddled my hips, his soft cock tracing cum lines on my abs.
He leaned forward, his hands being placed right over my pectorals.

"It means this, are you hard?"  His ass was squirming; his balls were
smashed against my cock.  I knew I had sprung another boner.  He knew it
too, and he rose slightly, his hand grabbed my stalk and guided the head to
his opened wet pucker.  With a thrust he sat down and my cock slid up into
his hot warm innards.  His inner flesh, silky, wet, hot, gripped my hard
throbbing prick.  "This is what it means, I'm going to ride your pony!" He
lifted his hips with his thighs and arms and then plunged down again.  He
slowly lifted, then sat down.  Starting slow, he then proceeded to quicken
the pace of his movements.  I was hitting something hard in his guts, and
when my cock rubbed past we both groaned at the pleasure thrills, then
again as he lifted up.  I reached up and tried to grasp his hard cock, but
he said, "No!" and continued pumping up and down my hard cock.

He was sweating profusely, and it dripped off his forehead onto my chest.

I looked up at him, his eyes closed, his tongue protruding from his shut
mouth and he concentrated on his movements. "Ken, I can't take much more,
I'm so close, I'm going to cream your guts for you!"  I felt the warmth of
my cum surround my cock head planted deep in his intestines.

He gave one long moan and settled down on my cock.  His hip pressed to
mine.  His cock sprayed cum at my face, splashes of hot cum up my chest and
pooling in my navel.  He collapsed over me.  Our lips meeting and closing
together, tongues licking, thrusting, swirling in one final burst of sexual
energy.

Still kissing me, Ken raised his hips and my cock slipped out of his ass
ring and he fell sideways next to me.  He saw his cum splashed at my neck
and on my pecs.  He bent over and with his wide tongue slurped and lapped
it off my body.  He reached and found his damp washcloth.  Gently he wiped
my face, neck, and chest.  Then he brought the cloth to his face, drew in a
deep breath and wiped his face of sweat, then wiped his chest and body.
"Your sweat smell so manly, really appealing to me.  Damn, I love you so
much!"

He bent down and kissed my lips softly.  I had managed to slip my legs and
hips into my bedroll and was facing the tent wall.  Ken threw the washcloth
on his pack and slid in behind me.  I lifted my head and he slid his fleshy
bicep under me for a pillow, then his left arm reached around my waist and
he pulled me into his warm body.  We fell into a sound sleep locked spoon
fashion.

I awoke feeling Ken slip out of the sleeping bag and head for the latrine
to relieve his morning woody.  What the hell, I thought, if he can go
without any clothes on, so would I.  Then I had second thoughts and grabbed
both our shorts, just in case.  I crawled out of my tent looking at the
ground.  When I cleared the tent flaps, I looked up.  There were naked
teenagers all around the campsite.  The advisor was standing in his
tighty-whitey briefs, stoking his pipe and looking around.  This was a
change!

I walked to the latrine.  No one noticed my nudity.  I entered and joined
Ken at the urinal.  "You see anything unusual this morning?" I asked as I
relieved my morning wood.  I turned my head toward him, looking for an
answer.

"No, why?  What was unusual?" he was grinning at me.

"There is a lot of nude and scantily dress male teenagers standing around
the campsite this morning, that's unusual!"  I said, watching his grin grow
wider.

"What is so unusual with scantily dressed and nude teenagers standing
around?  Seems perfectly natural to me!  Oh, I get it, it's that prude
thing of yours."  He walked off chuckling as I shook Oscar of the last
drips.  I slipped into my shorts and went to join him walking back to the
camp.

"Larry, you really have to do something about your attitude!  You saw all
those/these guys naked having sex with each other in the shower last night.
Why is it unusual to see them naked getting dressed in broad daylight?
Look at old man Glass, walking around in his jockey shorts.  He doesn't
seem to be disturbed with it." He put his arm around my shoulder and bent
forward to look at my face."  Ken picked up his denim jeans and slipped
into them, looking at me.

"I've told you before, I wasn't raised to expose myself to others.  Shit, I
can't get out of the showers fast enough, it embarrasses me to stand around
with other guys looking at my private parts!"  I could feel my face flush
and ducked into the tent to find my socks and a fresh t-shirt.

Ken came in after me.  "Larry, you are seventeen years old.  You have a
damn fine body and with a little work you'd be a real knockout stud. You
don't have to be ashamed of your body or your face.  You are good looking!
You are well endowed and there is nothing there to be ashamed of, you're
equipped just like the rest of us guys.  You have a great leadership
quality about you; the crew looks up to you for guidance and direction.
You have a lot of useful knowledge and you freely share that knowledge and
training with all of us.  The only thing wrong with you is that you seem to
be ashamed of what you are, ashamed of what God gave you.  Loosen up and
look at what is happening around you."

"Ken, I don't have to be lectured!  You know it's been hard for me to have
sexual contact with you!  I don't know what I am doing, what is expected of
me, or how to perform related to my crew.  You say I am looked to for
guidance and direction.  That is one hellava responsibility that I don't
take lightly.  What if I tell them to do something wrong?  What if they
follow my example and its wrong?  If they copy what we are doing, and get
into trouble for it when they get back home?  I'd feel responsible for it,
cause I showed them!"  I felt tears well up in my eyes; I was getting angry
and frustrated. Ken scooted over and held me in his hunky arms, holding my
head into his chest.

"Yeah, you are a basket case, that's for sure!  It'll get better the older
you grow, but you got to learn to cut yourself some slack. You're doing
fine! I guess I have expected you to respond to my sexual cravings without
question, but damn, you are good when you get hot!"  I felt him kiss the
top of my head and hug me closer.

"Hey, guys, what's up?  Breakfast will be ready in a few seconds!" a bright
cheerful Carl said as he stuck his head into the tent.  "Whoa, sorry, I
wasn't thinking, I just barged in to tell you breakfast was ready to be
served, the guys wondered if you were okay, it's...sorry!" and he back
peddled quickly as he observed Ken hugging me close and me in tears.

He popped back in and asked, "Something's wrong, can I help? Ken? Larry?
What's the problem, huh?  Did we do something wrong last night?" He stood
there waiting for one of us to explain.

"Nothing's wrong, Carl, I just over reacted to something that was
said. Nope, you guys are cool, you didn't do anything wrong last night.
Ken and I will be out in a minute to join you guys."  I wiped my eyes with
my fist, and snuffed back my stuffy nose.  I broke into a smile and thanked
Ken for his compassion and understanding.  I tied my bootlaces and folded
my socks down.  Slipped on my t-shirt and went to breakfast.  I had a lot
to think about and a lot to decide, this wasn't something that would be
solved this day, or this week.  I had a lot of adjusting to do.

The Dean camp ranger came over as we were finishing breakfast and he asked
what we were going to do today.  He had a few projects he felt our eager
beavers could help on, if we wanted to volunteer.  He explained that the
orienteering course needs some changes to make it more challenging.
Several of my crew wanted to do that.  Others wanted to join Chas' group
and go exploring the trails, maybe back to Black Jack Ketchum's hideout.
Carl, Matt, my Brian, Ken and I opted to finish off our botany and geology
requirements.  Everyone was to return to camp around noon.  That was easy
as the sun would be overhead; no one needed his watch to tell him to get
back to camp.

At noon, everyone assemble around the ranger's cabin, and Chas and I took a
head count to be sure everyone was present and accounted for.  No problems
there as they were all starving!  The ranger thanked us for helping, and we
went back to our site to have lunch.  At lunch, we exchanged our activities
of the morning and made plans for the afternoon, which included checking on
the burros and getting things ready to break camp next morning.

After supper, Ken mentioned that the ranger was a friend of his and we two
were invited to his cabin after campfire and the guys were bedded down for
the night.  We went after I check all the tents and wished the guys a good
sleep, being sure to rise early and be ready to pack out to Pueblano and
riflery for a couple of days.

Ken and I went over to visit with the ranger.  He was telling us how lonely
he'd become and looked forward to each expedition that went through his
camp. He told us about the things he'd seen and done while he was here at
this site.  Slowly the conversation drifted into girls, and sex, and what
guys did when they were alone for a long time.  Ken turned to me and said,
"Uh, Larry, maybe you ought to head back to camp and check on the boys.
I'll be along shortly."  He looked at me and nodded toward the door.

I excused myself, thanked the ranger for the soft drinks and conversation
and left the cabin.  I passed a window and looked in to see Ken and the
ranger taking off their shirts and slipping out of their jeans.  The ranger
had light brown hair spread across his pectorals, and a line of soft hair
going down to his navel and on to a full bush of darker hair right above a
growing massive cock.  Ken was naked and down on his knees. His hands were
grasping the ranger's thighs and he was licking his lips and looking up at
the ranger.

I moved closer to the window and stood to one side.  I could hear their
muffled conversation.  Its content started my Oscar to pulse, then rise and
press against my denim jeans.

"Sure glad you come along Ken, don't think I can spank the monkey and get
any relief, like I can from you're sucking me dry.  Really appreciate the
help buddy."  I peered in and saw Ken start ministering to the rangers now
fully engorged cock.  It was massive, but Ken was holding it at the base
with one hand and licking and kissing the four or five inches that extended
beyond his grasp.  I watched as he slurped around the large glans, and
finally swallowing the shaft into his throat.  The ranger was braced; hips
thrust forward, each hand on an ass cheek.  He was slowly rocking his cock
into Ken's mouth and throat.  He was grunting and voicing all kinds of shit
talk to Ken as Ken brought him off.  I watched as Ken swallowed the rangers
large load of cum, watched it leak out each side of Ken's mouth as the
rangers hands held Ken's head to his pubic area.

Ken let the rangers cock slip out of his mouth.  He stood up and embraced
the ranger and they kissed.  I knew they were swapping cum and saliva and
swallowing it.  Ken's hands were roaming up and down the rangers back and
cupping his ass cheeks.  My cock was spewing out pre cum as I watch these
two randy, lean, sinewy, young men make love to each other.  As my hand
grasped my swollen man meat in my jeans, I felt the warm sticky wetness. I
unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock and started stroking it.

The ranger had Ken leaning over the table edge, his legs spread, his hands
holding on to the opposite edge of the table.  The ranger was greasing up
his massive organ, slipping the silky skin up and down the shaft as he
coated it with what looked like white grease; it was Crisco!  I saw the can
on the table.  The ranger scooped out a finger full of Crisco and applied
it to Ken's pink pucker.  He was working the Crisco into Ken's ass orifice
with two fingers, then three.  He pushed hard, making Ken grunt and push
against the table.  This was unbelievable!  I saw the ranger's four fingers
go into Ken's ass ring, the ranger's thumb jammed in the ass crack.

"How's that feel, boy, you wide enough for old massive here?  You go' in to
take it all tonight?' jeered the ranger.  Ken turned his head, and told the
ranger, "Yeah, you fuck my ass, you give me all of that cock, you fuck me
good and make me soak your table top with my hot cum! I'm ready, I want
that big prick of yours up my ass chute, give it to me!"  He looked
straightforward and gripped the table edge, thrusting his gorgeous ass at
the ranger's massive dick head.

I leaned my back against the cabin wall and stroked my cock furiously,
bringing me closer to shooting my boy juice all over the ground.  I slowed
down the strokes and again peered into the cabin.  The ranger now had his
cock deep into Ken's innards.  He was thrusting in a steady rhythm, his
hips and thighs slapping against Ken's ass cheeks.  Both their bodies were
developing a shine as they broke out into a sweat from their exertions.  As
the rangers cock exploded inside Ken, my mind filled with the images of
intense pleasure and my cock shot sperm up and out into the night.  I heard
it splat, as it hit the hard dry earth.  I heard the cries of their mutual
orgasm.  I turned and glance in the window once more.  The ranger was bent
over Ken's back and placing kisses on Ken's wet neck and shoulders.  Both
were open mouth, gasping for air, filling their lungs after the climax had
taken them.

I heard the ranger ask if Ken was okay, asking if he wanted the ranger to
help him shoot his load.  Ken was laughing and saying he'd creamed the top
of the ranger's table, he needed something to clean up with.  I turned away
from the window and walked back to our quiet campsite.  The moon had risen
and all was quiet, bathed in the moon's white light. I pulled back the tent
flaps and went into our tent.  I undressed and slipped into my sleeping bag
and pulled the zipper up.  I drifted off into sleep while reviewing what I
had seen happen with Ken and the ranger.

The next morning, I awoke early.  I rolled around onto my stomach and
looked over to see Ken in his sleeping bag, still asleep.  He was so
handsome, his face relaxed.  I gazed at his heavy eyebrows, his closed eyes
with their long lashes, his fine nose that ended with a cute square upturn
at the end.  Full lips that I loved pressed to mine.  Yeah, he was a hunk
and I knew that I had a lot of affection for him.  I lay there with my
hands folded under my chest, just looking at him.

His eyes fluttered and opened and I gazed into the deep blue-green orbs.
He smiled, his lips parting to reveal his white even teeth.  His nose
crinkled and he asked, "How long have you been staring at me?"

"Not long, only a few hours.  I do love watching you sleep.  Usually you
are behind me and I don't get to see you wake up.  You are so damn
handsome.  I think I'm falling madly in love with you!"  We both broke up
giggling at the stupidity of it all.

He rolled over onto his back, and flung open his sleeping bag revealing his
beautiful chest and well formed abdominals.  I notice the tip of his
morning boner rest just at his navel.  His hands smoothly caressed his body
from chest to thighs, and grinning, he turned to me, "I've got something
for you, sunshine, its right over here waiting."  His hands opened the
sleeping bag to show his hard swollen penis bobbing gently over his hard
stomach.  He was gripping his ball sack with one hand and stroking his cock
shaft with the four fingers of his other hand.

"That's going to have to wait.  Right now I've got to take a piss and get
my crew up and getting ready to break camp.  We're headed for Pueblano and
that 30'06 deer rifle range, remember?"

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To be continued.  Write me if you liked this episode and please send your
comments. I love reading them and make any suggestions you like.

Larry - Laetuseros@aol.com