Date: Thu, 01 Aug 2002 12:22:10 -0500 From: River Rat Subject: Bright Angel Lodge I was a very remote location, right smack in the middle of nowhere. Navajo Bridge was a most desolate place, and yet it's where my story begins, or just when it got interesting. I was supposed to be on my honeymoon, seeing the great American West, but the reality was that I got stood-up at the alter, and now I was taking a `pity trip' just so I wouldn't have to look anyone I knew in the eyes. Thinking back, it had been the most humiliating moment of my life. The crashing, sinking, devastating moment occurred at the rehearsal, the night before our wedding. The moment is frozen in them, when she announced in front of everyone, that she couldn't go through with it. I know it's a cliche, but she ran down the aisle of the church and I never saw her again. Looking into the eyes of family and friends was the hardest part, the pity in their eyes stung, and it drained me dry. I had prearranged all the details for our honeymoon, a trip to the Grand Canyon, with a deluxe cabin at Bright Angel Lodge. It was a three day drive, but that didn't matter, as we would be together, or so I thought. It was probably a bad idea, but I decided to take the trip anyway. My Mom begged me not to, my brother volunteered to go along, but in the end, I left alone, early in the morning while everyone was asleep. I couldn't look in their eye one more time. As I hit the highway, I felt cold and empty inside. I could even scrounge up an emotion, positive or negative, so I just drove. I screamed, hollered, cried, yelled, and then laughed to the point where I scared myself. I drove past my first hotel reservation, not yet satiated the anger inside me. I drove 4 more hours until I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I pulled over to a road side rest area, turned off the key, and just sat there. My bladder finally forced me to open the car door. The cool mountain air assaulted me. I had to dig for a coat to wear. The restroom was well lit, clean, and I felt safe. I stood at the urinal, my eyes drawn to hand written messages about when and where someone would suck my cock...gross! I suddenly wondered if I would be safe, but too tired to care, I returned to my car for urgently needed sleep. I was disoriented when I woke up. Sunlight was shinning in the glass, hurting my eyes. My muscles ached from sleeping sitting up. The need for a bathroom quickly took over as the chief issue, and I moved to get out of the car. Shifting from under the steering wheel, I struggled to move my erection to clear the wheel. I've woken up every morning of my life with an erection, but not since that fateful moment. I guess it was a good sign that it was back. I made some quick adjustments in my shorts as I stood, and moved towards the facilities. I was not alone, but it didn't matter, I needed to pee. It was a little tricky getting it out of my underwear, but I finally managed, even with an audience. It was too hard to pee, so I had to wait a while. The guy beside me finished before I began, gave it a shake, a second shake, then stuffed it inside. Our eyes met when I snuck a glance, and I quickly looked away. Damn! I hate that. He washed his hands. Loitered a bit to comb his hair, and finally left. Alone at last. Finally, I began to pee, and it felt so good. The messages again caught my eye, and I read with mild amusement the various comments written. After the flow ended, I was still reading, cock in my hand, partially erect, shocked by what was being offered. Without any conscious thought, I realized that I had been stroking myself and was now fully erect. My brain snapped back to reality when I heard the door open. I stepped closer to the porcelain as a guy stepped up beside me, there being only two urinals. He was about 30, Hispanic, wearing shorts and a tank top. He didn't even pretend to be modest as he hiked up his lose shorts and there was a whopper cock. He wasn't even wearing underwear! He hefted it up and pointed it as he peed. I tried not to look, but I couldn't stop myself. I had never seen a cock this large, and on a guy so confident that he didn't need to hide it from view. He was quickly done, a quick shake and half turn, almost like a dance step. He washed his hands, and was out the door. I was still standing, erection in hand, thinking about what to do next. I was surprised by my own sexual arousal, thinking it had died with my wedding. Why had this guy shaken me so much? Was I just exceptionally horny? Was it the graphic messages on the wall? It really didn't matter, only that I needed to relieve some stress. In the end, I decided to take the safe way, typical me. I quickly moved to a stall, where I took matters into my own hands. There were actual graphic graffiti images in the stall. One was pretty good of a penetration scene. I concentrated on that as I began to pump my shaft. I stopped when I heard someone enter. It was then that I noticed a small hole in the wall. When the guy stepped up to the urinal, I had a bird's eye view of his cock. When he left, I quickly resumed my stroking, and was soon spewing out my load onto toilet paper. The release was more powerful than I expected, and the first spurt missed and landed on my shorts and underwear around my ankles. I took a few minutes to clean up, and the wet spot was wet and slimy as I pulled up my pants. I hate that! I was feeling more human after that. The numbness was gone and replaced by curiosity and wonder of my surroundings. I turned the radio up and was singing to the country music. I got breakfast in the next town, a full tank of gas, and I was on my way. By that night, I urgently needed a shower and a good bed. Consulting a map, I decided that Page, Arizona would be a logical place to stop for the night. It wasn't difficult to find a room, and I was soon enjoying a nice warm shower. I was surprised by my arousal as I washed my cock, aware that I was alive and was going to survive. I slipped on my Speedos and headed for the pool. It was a modest pool, but the water felt great as I dived in. I did a few laps and then sprawled out in a chase lounge. The warm sun felt fantastic on my skin. I quickly covered myself with sun screen and drifted off for a few moments. I awoke to the sound of a guy putting his stuff on a nearby chair. My sun glasses hid my eyes as I watched him awhile. He looked about my age, sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He was very diligent in covering himself with sunscreen, and his body glistened with oil. His wife came out just in time to help him with his back. I turned onto my front, and continued to watch them play in the pool. Their touch was intimate and I was both aroused and jealous of their contact. I covered by growing dick with a towel and returned to the room. After a second shower and a quick supper, I was ready for some quiet television time. On a cable channel, I found some soft porn which was sufficient to rekindle my arousal. I stripped down, found some lotion, and set in motion a relaxed and luxuriant orgasm, no one to please but myself. I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, and then backed off. I paid special attention to my balls, rolling them around and enjoying the area behind them. I slid my finger back and forth, and once slipped too far down and ran across my anus, which resulted in a shiver down my spine. More lotion, more stroking, and finger lower and lower, and I finally found my relief spewing cum all over my chest. Well, it wasn't the honeymoon I had planned, but so far, I was experiencing new sexual adventures, even though with no one but myself. By day 3, I had a big `shit eating grin' on my face. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm. I headed south on US 89 to catch north US 89Alt. On the map, it looked like a mistake, but seeing the geography and the cut through Echo Cliffs, it all made sense. The highway crosses the Colorado River at a historic location called `Navajo Bridge.' This is where I began my story, and where it gets interesting. The National Parks maintains a visitor's center at Navajo Bridge, so it's become a destination in the desert. There also was several Native American craft booths, being the far boundary of the Navajo reservation. I pulled into the first parking lot, and set out to walk the old bridge open only for foot traffic. They built a modern highway bridge right beside it for the highway traffic. My fear of heights soon engulfed me being suspended a thousand feet above the Colorado River. I found myself walking down the middle of the bridge, unable to get close to the edge. I looked over the edge at the middle, snapped a few pictures, and quickly returned to solid ground. Just as I was nearing my car, a shiny car caught my attention. It was a new metallic silver Mustang convertible, my dream car. The top was down, oh what a way to travel. There was one lone occupant, and even in 100 degree temperatures, he looked very cool. I enjoy people watching and this guy was interesting. He was 25 tops, dark short hair, a military cut, designer sun glasses, and strong muscles stretching tight a gray tank top. I couldn't help but stare as he took off to walk the bridge. I found a place in the shade to sit and relax. I couldn't help myself from watching him. He was about 6' tall, maybe 200 to 230 pounds with just a wisp of chest hair showing. He had a smile that would melt anyone. He oozed sexuality from every pore, and yet seemed friendly and affable. I watched as he looked at jewelry and crafts, moving past me. I pretended to be enjoying the scenery, but was intent on watching him. I left to use the portable bathroom, and he was waiting when I stepped out afterwards. I smiled as I made eye contact, and muttered something like "I'd rather use a tree, but you can't find one in this desert." He laughed and caught the door and stepped inside. I could hear his urine hit the plastic with force as I moved away. I returned to my perch in the shade. I watched him walk to his car, his backside being as hansom as his front. He retrieved his map and spread it out on the hood of the Mustang. "Hey, I'm heading for the North Rim, you know how long it takes from here?" His smile almost put me in a trance. "I think it's another 2 hours, but I'm only guessing. I'm headed there myself." "Cool. I hear it's spectacular there. I hope I won't be disappointed," he said. "You won't be," I replied. "This is my second time, and it won't be my last. Where are you staying?" "I've got a small cabin reserved. How about you?" he asked. "Same here, at Bright Angel Lodge." We talked for several minutes and he moved closer to stand in the shade. I don't know how to describe it, but every fiber of my body was alive. My senses were acute and I missed nothing about him. I could even smell his expensive cologne. Our conversation quickly progressed, as if we were old friends enjoying the same vacation moment. I think we both were starved for an intelligent conversation. All to soon, we both returned to our cars and headed off. I was first out of the parking lot, and soon spotted him in my rear view mirror. He passed me on the first straight away, waving as he did so. In a few minutes, I passed him back, and we played a game of cat and mouse, enjoying every minute of the driving challenge and the mental stimulation. I lost track of him as we entered the National Park. I looked for him in the Lodge, and on the way to my cabin. I was disappointed as I unpacked my things. I walked the paths and trails around the lodge, and enjoyed my first look of the canyon from the lodge porch. It was so fantastic that I took the first available rocking chair, and just lost myself in the majesty of the place. Reality only hit when I saw him sit down in the chair beside me. I looked over and was rewarded with his big smile of recognition. "You're right" he said "this is fantastic. By the way, my name's Eddie." He reached out his hand and I shook it. I returned the introduction, not wanting the handshake to end. "Would you care to join me for dinner in the restaurant?" he asked. "That would be great." I responded. We enjoyed a nice meal with a great view of the canyon at sunset. We ended up telling our stories, and I learned that he was in the military, enjoying some much needed leave time. He was single, studying to be an electrical engineer, and was being reassigned to San Diego. I told him about my failed wedding, and he was very sympathetic. We said goodnight after looking at the stars from the porch. I next saw Eddie at breakfast when he asked to sit at my table. How could I refuse such an offer? Before I knew it, we had planned to walk some trails together. After some preparations, we drove to Cape Royal in his car. The ride was exhilarating, which continued through out the day of sight seeing. The day ended with an invitation for an evening drink on the porch of my cabin. After reminiscing about the day's adventures, I commented "Man, my feet are killing me." "Move your chair over here and I'll give your feet a rub that will help," he suggested. I didn't hesitate to take off my shoes and socks and move my chair closer. Eddie took one foot to his lap and begin a thorough rub. It was like I was in heaven. He new just where to rub, and for how long. When he finished the right foot, her lowered it to his lap and took the left foot. I was completely relaxed and slouching in my chair, when I suddenly realized that my right foot was up against his crotch. I tired not to move it, but I could detect the softness of his balls, and the growing hardness of his penis. My groans and `uhs and awhs' were from the sexual energy as well as the foot massage. I didn't want him to finish, but all too soon he was done with the second foot. He simply dropped the foot beside the first, and I remained still, unsure what to do. "I think it my turn," Eddie replied. "Sure," was all I could muster. I reluctantly removed my feet from his lap. He took off his shoes and socks and offered me his foot. Just like the rest of him, it was large. I imitated his massage techniques, enjoying the contact with his skin. When I finished, I carefully placed it in my crotch and I reached for his second foot. By leaning over, his foot came into immediate contact with my rather aroused manhood. I could feel his toes move against me as I straightened back up. I couldn't believe how erotic it was to have Eddie's foot moving around. I could no longer ignore that I was being aroused by another man. The events of the past few day began to replay in my mind, drawing in the rest area, the peep hole at the urinal, all seems rather innocent compared to what I was feeling at that moment. Part of me wanted to push him away, and run inside and pretend that I felt nothing. Another part of me was sure this was all innocent and accidental, maybe Eddie was not even aware of what was happening. And yet, another part of me wanted to suck the toes of the foot, and squeeze my legs around his foot in my crotch. It seemed like the moment was frozen in time as all these thoughts were running through my head. In time, I had to admit that Eddie was very aware of his foot's movements, and I was very aroused by another man. Once I processed through that, I opened my legs further, to give Eddie more access. His foot moved up and down my erection, and his devilish smile let me know he was enjoying the process. I was being seduced and was flattered by that fact. I was attractive and not damaged goods, and my self esteem was restored. Eddie was a genius at arousal. Before long, I couldn't even concentrate on the other foot, and dropped it to my lap. I simply watched as his feet together worked and explored. If anyone walked by, nothing would seem out of the ordinary. Eddie surprised me when he suddenly stood up and shut off the porch light. I said nothing as he sat back down. "Why don't you slip off those shorts," he suggested. I stood up, and let them simply fall to my ankles. I was not wearing underwear, so the whole movement was very quick and yet erotic. When his feet returned, it was skin to skin contact. His feet continued to stroke me, until in a few minutes I was groaning and approaching orgasm. Eddie never looked away as my breath caught in my throat and I felt the first spasm erupt all over my tummy and his feet. It was the single most powerful orgasm of my life, and it drained me to my core. It was all done without a single word of conversation, or any touch other than his feet. The slimy feel of my semen and his feet threatened to begin the entire process again, but I was aware that Eddie was unsatisfied. "Your turn," I whispered, although there was no one nearby. He stood and dropped his shorts and underwear. He even took off his T-shirt. I tenderly put my foot back in Eddie's crotch. With only the light from a nearby window, I could make out his erection. It wasn't massive like porno movies, but it was big and thick. He was circumcised, and I could already see the glistening presence of pre-cum. He spread his legs and put my foot in contact with his stiffness. His smile was replaced by that urgent glare when sexual release was needed, above all other needs. I was careful as I move my foot against his stiffness. My heal was near his balls, so I was gentle with my movements. My toes turned out to be very dexterous as I began to manipulate the shaft. I'd never seen another erection before, and I really wanted to see it closer, but didn't want to break the mood. I never thought about a foot fetish before, but there may be something to it. I could tell he was getting close as I continued to rub against him. His whole facial expression changed just before his penis erupted. Semen was everywhere, and my toes were covered as I slowed down the pumping action. Finally, I just let my gooey feet rest in his lap. I wasn't sure what to do or say. Was I ready to move things further? Was he? Should we smoke a cigarette, act all butch and ignore the fact we have cum all over us? In the end, Eddie announced it was time for bed and he pulled on his pants and T-shirt. I was a mess of conflicting emotions and desires, let alone body fluids all over me. I had a difficult time getting my brain to shut down as I sat nude from the waist down, alone in the dark. The need for sleep was the motivation to go inside and clean myself with another shower. In the afterglow, I felt all sorts of negative emotions, from guilt to self loathing. Sleep was fleeting, and filled with restless dreams. As had become our pattern, I saw Eddie next at breakfast. I was hoping we could ignore the obvious, and he must have felt the same way. It was like the sex never happened. Today we planned to walk part way down the canyon on the Bright Angel Trail. It was a strenuous work out, but worth the effort for the shear beauty. It was late afternoon when we returned to the lodge. We agreed to shower and meet again at dinner. Afterwards, Eddie invited me to his cabin for a drink, and I was hoping for a foot rub. His porch was a little smaller that mine. We quietly sat and drank our Cokes. What to say? What to do? While I was thinking of a plan, Eddie was already prepared. "Boy, my back is sure sore from that climb today." He moved as if to stretch, and groaned at the pain. Being a little slow, I didn't see the intent of his comment. He stretched some more, and I saw the invitation. "How about a back rub? I'm pretty good at it." I responded. "Hey, that sounds perfect. Let's move inside and get comfortable." I hadn't thought about that. Was I ready to go inside? In the end, my dick had already decided for me and led the way inside. Eddie stripped down to his jockey's and sprawled out on the bed. His white underwear against his darker skin was very erotic. He had a bottle of mineral oil beside the bed. He had thought this out, and I was part of the plan. "Why don't you get comfortable first, and I'll do you when you've finished." Eddie suggested. "I'm not wearing anything under my shorts." "Whatever" was his simple reply. I quickly stripped off my shorts, and climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. I poured the oil in the hollow of his smooth back, and began to work on his neck and shoulders. I had to scoot up close to his butt to reach everything. I could feel the warmth of his ass against my cock as I pressed forward. I was getting hard as I moved higher to work on his neck. "Can I lower your underwear to work on your glutes?" I asked. "Sure" I gently peeled back the elastic waist band. I pulled down, lower than I needed. The fabric was in his crease, and he spread his legs to free it. I kept pulling until they were completely off. His ass was a piece of work, right out of a Michelangelo sculpture. There was almost no hair, no imperfections. I worked the major muscles, and let my thumbs work closer to his center. I added more oil, letting it dribble down his cleft. I finally worked deeper and got my first glimpse of his tight pink sphincter. His scrotum lazily hung below. I'd never seen this part of the anatomy, and was eager to explore and touch everything. I finally had to work down his thighs, legs and at last his toes. Standing on the floor, I took his foot into my hands and gave special attention to them. When there was nothing left to rub, I stopped, almost afraid he was asleep. I felt awkward, just standing there, erection obvious. Had I gone too far? I was tempted to put my shorts back on. Hell, I just had my fingers on his asshole, and he obviously enjoyed it. "Your turn" I hinted. Eddie turned his head around, and his eyes were drawn to my rather obvious erection. "Back rub, right?" he asked. "Whatever..." I replied, my grin almost too wide for my face. "Here, let's trade places." Eddie got up, his own erection pointing to his navel. It was like dueling swords as we switched places. I had to pull my erection forward to get comfortable on the bed. Eddie climbed on my ass and began a vigorous back and neck rub using the oil. He was almost too strong, and my erection began to subside, that is till he got to my ass. Here he was gentle and gave lots of attention. He spread my legs further and began to work near my anus. I had never been touched there, but his touch was very sensual and enjoyable. He applied more oil and began to work his finger tip to the center of the opening. Round and round he went until he move inside. I was in heaven, and I could feel myself leaking on the bedspread. He went deeper until he found my prostate, but unlike the doctor's examination, only pleasure was the result. As quickly as he began, he moved on, down to my thighs. He worked down to my feet, sitting backwards on my ass as he bent my legs at the knee to massage them. I was in heaven. When he finished, he moved off me and sat on the bed. "Roll over," he requested. I quickly complied, my dick desperate for attention, sprang into view. With no warning, Eddie simply leaned over and took it into his mouth. My back arched as I pushed it deeper inside his warm mouth. It was just a tease, he planned to make this last. He filled my navel with oil and began to work my pectorals, shoulder and arms. He gave special attention to my fingers. I had relaxed and closed my eyes, until I felt his mouth engulf me again. My shock was quickly replaced by my urgent need to cum. This time, he didn't stop. His finger returned to my ass as he hungrily suck my cock. He obviously had done this before and expertly brought me to the edge. He backed off by nibbling my shaft as if it were an ear of corn. I could see my pre-cum ooze from the slit. He looked me in the eye as he took the fluid with his tongue. This time, he didn't stop sucking till I was spewing cum in his mouth. I was amazed how much cum I produced. When it was all over, Eddie's face was covered. Eddie left to clean up in the bathroom. When he returned, I was rewarded with a dramatic view of his body and erection, back lit by the bathroom light. He was absolutely perfect! He sat down in the side chair, and I quickly moved to the floor between his legs. It was my first time, so I explored slowly, feeling by touch the texture of his skin from his cock to his balls, the recognition of his scent, the taste of his shinny fluid at the tip. His pubic hair was trimmed and his balls were absolutely smooth. His shaft was too large to get it all, but I made up for that with enthusiasm. His need for release was obvious when he tilted his had back and closed his eyes. I combined my hands and mouth as I brought him to orgasm. I wanted to see him cum, so when he was close, I used only my hands. I pointed it at my face. Eddie took over the pumping and increased the tempo, as the first blast covered my forehead. My face was covered when he finished. I couldn't help but taste it, and was surprised by the bland flavor. My knees ached so I rolled back and lay flat at his feet. My erection had returned, or maybe never left, and I began to touch myself. I scooped some cum from my face and began the familiar piston action. Eddie watched me as I brought myself off for my second orgasm of the night. Knowing he was watching was all I needed to bring me off. Afterwards, I was too tired to even move. Eddie took a warm wash cloth and cleaned my face and tummy. His touch was very comforting and relaxing. He directed me to his bed and he slipped in beside me. I was so exhausted and satiated that I was asleep in minutes. Comments, suggestions, or just to show your appreciation, e-mail me at riverrat56@hotmail.com.