Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2022 14:59:05 +0000 From: Sam Tudor Subject: Re: Road Trip to Cupcake Ranch Chapter 8 Road Trip to Cupcake Ranch: Chapter 8 If you have happened on this, mid-stream as it were, read the introduction to Chapter 2 for a frame of reference, and, please contribute some cash and your own stories to Nifty along the way. South Dakota South Dakota. There is not a lot to say about South Dakota, Mt. Rushmore, which is good for a visit once in a lifetime, but once you have seen it, you have seen it. And, there is Wall Drug, now a big tourist trap, but you can buy almost anything there, but you can at Walmart or on Amazon as well. But adventure is where you find it. After my afternoon visit to Mt. Rushmore I landed at a campground for the night. I had my old 4-man tent in the truck, as well as my pretty simple routine camping gear, a propane stove, sleeping pad, sleeping bag, sun shower bag, all the usual stuff. It being a weeknight, the campground was less than half full. I picked a spot at the edge where there were only a few sites taken, figuring there would be less noise, even if it was a longer walk to the toilet and bath house facilities. The site had a picnic table and a rudimentary iron grate over a small pit, so you could put your pots on it over charcoal, or wood, or, with a couple of bricks to prop it up, your propane stove. There was a small restaurant just down the road, so I set up my tent to claim the space, went back to the office to register it, and went down the road to get my supper. When I got back someone had taken the site next to mine, even though there were many more to choose from, but, as people say, "It's a free country". The guy had a very old, very beat up Ford pickup truck, with a camper shell on the back, he was unloading his gear as I drove back up. "Hi," he said, as I walked over to say `Hi', "my name is Tony". I introduced myself, and got a good look at him. He was maybe 5' 6", middle dark complexion, either from a lot of sun, or Native, or Hispanic, or I could not immediately figure out what. He appeared to have a good build, but we had sweatshirts on and I could not tell, it can be cold in South Dakota, even in June. He also had on jeans which gave him a noticeable basket, since they fit tight on his thighs and made his junk pretty obvious. I could not help staring at it, which I was pretty sure he noticed. We talked a bit, about where we from and where we were headed. Turned out that Tony was not really headed anywhere, he was homeless by choice, bumming across the country, getting odd jobs, and he had some money saved up and quit his regular job as a mechanic. He was 31, and, he said, knew "all the tricks of getting by". I needed a shower and told him I was headed that way. "Let's go together," he suggested, "it costs a dollar for 4 minutes of water here, if we go together, and each pay a dollar we can soap up for the first dollar, and then, rinse off with the second, and get 8 minutes of water all together." The shower stalls were big enough for a small family, and there was no one else using them. There was a bill changer that gave you tokens for one and five dollar bills, we each put in our dollar, got out tokens, went into a shower stall, and stripped. His body was like Wow! Solid muscle, thighs, ass, pecs, shoulders, lats, you name it, it was big, and hard, and so was his cock. "Sorry about that," he said, pointing down at his dick, as if I had not noticed, "I haven't gotten off in a few days, and it has a mind of its own, especially when it sees a stud like you." "Same here," I said, as my cock rose up in response. We put the first token in, soaped ourselves and then I said, "Turn around," and soaped his back, feeling all those firm, defined muscles. He then did he same for me. We had just gotten to each other's pecs and abs when the first 4 minutes were done. I have a 6 pack if I clench my abs, but he had a 6 pack just standing there loose, and an 8 pack if he clenched. And his cock was about an inch longer than mine, but his balls were very small. He was uncut, and the foreskin was peeled half way back when he was hard, no extra there. So, we continued to soap up. "Are you uncut or what?" I asked. "Partially cut," he answered, "I am from Brazil, originally, I came here as a small kid with my parents and we are Jews. In Brazil we get circumcised but not completely like yours is, so if the Nazi's take over again we can pass for other than Jewish." The water stopped, and he dropped to his knees and started to suck on my cock. He was really good at it. He ran his tongue the length of it underneath, he liked my big balls, he told me to bend over and he licked my taint and my hole, and when it was possible I felt his big pecs and nipples, one of which had a bar through it. "You want a turn?" he asked. "Sure," I said, and dropped to my knees and did for him what he had done for me. His cock was so hard, and so dark, except for the head and the underside of the foreskin which was dark pink, so dark that it was almost black. It was like licking and sucking on a piece of marble. "Want to finish up in my tent?" I asked. We put the next token in and rinsed off, feeling each other up the whole time, and then dried off, put on clean clothes, and a few minutes later he joined me in my tent with his air mattress and sleeping bag. We laid mine down under both of us, with a couple of towels on top of it, since it looked like there might be bodily fluids in the near future, stripped, put his sleeping bag over both of us and started making out. We were both hard again, he really knew what he was doing as he played with my cock and I played with his. We ended up 69ing, I could run my tongue under his foreskin over his cock head, which got us both even harder. "I need to cum, and go to sleep," I said, "I have to be in Wyoming tomorrow, and my old truck will do 80, but not all day, it is happy at 70, and so am I. If you suck a little faster, and finger my hole, I will cum." "OK, and if you will play with my nips while I jerk off, I will cum right after you do, cum on my cock so I can use it for lube. Let me know and I can finish you off, or you can do it yourself, I have found that for the last few seconds nobody knows as well as I do how to make me feel good at the end of a long sex session." So, when I was really close, I pulled out of his mouth, turned around, by that time he was on his back, cock standing up, I kneeled over him, facing away, I said, "Put that finger up my ass." He did and I came all over his cock and balls, he used it to masturbate with an overhand action, like I do, while I pulled on the tit bar with one hand and on the nipple with the other. "Be a little rough with them," he said. I mauled them and he came, shooting cum up to my face and all over my chest and abs. "Want to stay the night?" I asked. "Plenty of room, and if you wake up in the middle of the night, or first thing in the morning, the diner opens at 6 so I want to get there soon after, so I can hit the road, maybe we can play once more." We did. In the morning we exchanged text and email addresses. I knew where I would be all summer, and all of my last year of college starting in September, and he had no idea at all where he would be, but if by chance we were in the same place he promised to make contact so we could continue our play, and, maybe by then, I would be ready to be fucked.