Four horny Euro boys fuck in pairs, share sweet creamy kisses and swap sticky jizz
A Connoisseur s Feast
One might consider me a connoisseur. I am a connoisseur of cock: hard cocks soft cocks cut cocks uncut cocks big cocks little fat ones straight cocks arched or curved cocks definitely thick cocks. They say Variety is the spice of life . When it comes to the male sex organs I like life very spicy. I like to look at feel smell and taste well formed animated responsive cock. When attracted I will be solicitous affectionate and pandering toward the cock balls bush and ass of any man who meets my fancy. In the following account I will confess more about my narcotic predilection toward the most vital part of those of my own gender.
An uncle of mine convinced me to spend time at his ranch out west. I managed to schedule my local clients work over the longer term. Negotiating with neighbors to tend and house sit my rural property I hastily packed my small car for the cross-country trip. I had convinced myself I need the change of scenery. In the month or six weeks I would spend with my uncle I agreed to organize his business data to be automated using a well-known accounting and small business software package in exchange for his hospitality. . Upon arrival I found the wide open vista green sloping valleys surrounded by the rugged snow capped mountains a pleasing change from the close and cramped steep and deciduously dense hills partitioned by the narrow hollers so typical of my Appalachian environs. I also noticed the diligent ranch hands were not unpleasant for my perusal. One in particular warranted a double take. He seemed to this easterner almost a stereotype of western outdoor masculinity and then some. His jeans were decidedly tighter than the others wore flatteringly outlining outstanding definition in thighs narrow hips bubble butt and front bulge. By mid day his western cut plaid flannel or denim shirt was unbuttoned half way down revealing a breathtaking spread of chest hair up to a collar bone stretched to connect to strong broad shoulders.
The hair on his chest matched the close cropped dark brown head of hair festooned with well-cropped sideburns. Piercing brown eyes set off by distinct high cheekbones characterized a perpetually sensuous expression. The incessant teasing he endured from his mostly older workmates triggered him to frequently break out in a sunny but rugged and toothsome smile. Arriving on the premises at dawn for a pancake breakfast he would sport a Stetson that would seem at least one quarter size too large. His elaborately patterned freshly polished cowboy boots would always be dirty and scuffed by day s end. He would be accused of donning this impractical garb to suit the fancy and whims of his lady . Boy you might take a lot of crap to get some pussy but take it from some old ranch fuckers you don t want to let yourself get whipped. The way they would feign real concern mouthing this advice with their colloquial drawls had an especially comic effect.
I was prepared to take risks to see more of this manly beauty. I would watch carefully to note where these dudes would take breaks to pee in the open. I hoped that I would be able to detect a distinct pattern in his urinating routine. I would be able to position myself seemingly innocently at a point in front of where he would thrillingly withdraw from his tight garments that concealed prize that would be the object of my focused study. In defeated frustration I could discern no consistent movements to gratify my urgent curiosity. I had to resign myself to this frustration for unending weeks settling for unsatisfying masturbatory fantasies in the shower. But I could be patient. When it comes to matters of the cock I can be unyieldingly persistent.
With only a couple of weeks left in my sojourn in the late summer I was hard at work at my uncle s computer when I thought I heard an especially noisy outburst of laughter and joyous frivolity coming from the horse corral. When I approached the scene of this frolicsome event the oldest hand among them turned to me mustachioed oh Blondie you re going to like this! chortling and chuckling away. Cowboy Bob here that is our stallion Bob made camping reservations at the forest for two at the beginning of next week. It seems after several months later he neglected to tell his lady friend about it until yesterday. This prompted another round of guffaws at the expense of the red-faced buck. Of course now she is pissed off meaner than a she-mule and tells him she has to work and he better find himself someone else to sleep with under the stars.
Before all settled down one of the other workers spoke up Boy don t you know you can t order your lady around like a pizza? Lord knows it will be a long time before you get another delivery. Another round of snorts and belly laughs erupted with the announcement of this ribald metaphor. . The oldest piped up again. Sheeiit! . . . A looker like you oughta go to town tonight and carouse up another lady to take with you on your love fest. To the thorough amusement of the others the man with the mustache pursed his lips and blew mock kisses in the direction of the embarrassed younger.
Bob could only conjure up a weak retort to counter the impression of his lack of sophistication. None of this was being communicated the way he had planned. Merle that s dumb! That would make Anne only angrier if she knew I planned to take another girl camping. The remark only increased the pace of jests and catcalls.
Another hand shouted out Well lookie here! . . . we ve got ourselves a regular Dear Abby in the affairs of the heart. I felt for this guy and his uncomfortable predicament. I knew when he left the ranch that night he was sorry he ever arose that morning. How many days had I had like that myself?
I was sympathetic but even more so opportunistic. The next day I planned to have lunch with the hands. I would do this from time to time for my amusement and to gain some insights into the surrounding environs. On this day I would exploit Bob s vacancy in his camping plans without further adding to his embarrassment. It was a delicate task but we cock men have to be crafty. It was an unusually warm day for so late in the summer and some of the hands already had their shirts off as they approached the open air dining benches for lunch. Included among them was the one whom I pursued so fervently. For a minute I was unnerved almost gasping at the sight of his glistening strong rounded shoulders topping off bulging biceps. A barrel chest of two broad round pecs served as ample foundation for the thick brown chest hair that covered them a sumptuous dark line reclining from the foot of those sculptured mounds along six pack abs to where a new graze of hair sprang up starting just above his navel. The furry dark line partitioned the lower meadow like an ominous fence extending below his belt only to be interrupted where a fertile imagination might conjure. If I was going to retain a cool disposition I had to stave off the empty feeling in my abdomen and the increasingly intense tingling in my midsection. Taking a deep breath I thought down boy. It would not do if my cravings were detected by any of the assembled by discernable body language. When we greeted each other my eyes wandered about all the men and food so no one would notice the true focus of my attentions. Regaining my composure my avaricious resolve was only intensified.
During the bean and cornbread meal sure enough the subject of Bob not having a camping mate arose. Even prior to discussion on this topic I spoke of how much I was impressed with the countryside in the area and how I regretted that I had so little time to explore to suit my curiosity. The two topics of conversation intermingled smoothly but at first did not connect. Finally one of the hands took the bait. Hey Bob why not take Blonde with you. You re always bragging about how you know the forest trails better than the rangers. Now you have a chance to show off all your familiar turf to someone who would really like to see it.
In my most modest and friendliest tone I tried to pose a helpful resource. I would be happy to split all the expenses with you Bob.
My heart leapt as I feared that the obnoxious oldest hand would derail my strategy. Besides you would score brownie points with the boss: Blonde s uncle he quipped as he crudely rubbed his fist thumb and forefinger against his nose. Still it wouldn t be the same as taking your lady with you lover boy. Partially masticated food nearly dropped out of the mirthful mouths of the other hands in their enjoyment of the latest joke.
Bob seemed to resist the barbs of his tormenter and very civilly responded Thanks for the offer Blonde. I will give it serious thought and let you know.
Patience! I counseled myself so far so good. That night I was rewarded when my uncle alerted me that I had a telephone call. Bob asked that I keep the arrangements confidential. Unbeknownst to the others Bob had made reservations for a cabin. He asked me if I would still be prepared to pay half for the considerably more appreciable expense to be awarded to the National Park Service.
They are really nice. They have working fireplaces and private baths. I readily agreed excitedly realizing that I may be able to see more of my love interest than if we had just been tent mates. You re all right Blonde. I got a sense that you are sort of an upright guy when I first met you.
If he only knew.
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The Monday evening of our departure I had restrained myself to not overstep my bounds and not build high expectations. The true path of success for any cock man in hot pursuit is to think with his brain and not with his dick. We drove away from the ranch loaded with more supplies than we would probably need. Driving his older model SUV well over the speed limit my friend was quite loquacious one on one. It was a mistake anyone could make Blonde. I was looking at the wrong month when I told Anne the dates for our trip. I didn t realize my error until last week and spoke up. I politely commiserated. Try to explain that to those rubes though. They oversimplify everything. That s why my uncle can get so fed up with them. They think I am so green because I am the youngest there. They re the ones who are ignorant. Hell I have a college degree. I asked him if his degree was in agriculture or animal husbandry and why he was employed that way. No I majored in business administration. I had a job in town that paid good bucks but I couldn t cut working indoors all day. I thought about offering to help your uncle with his software before you arrived but I was afraid he would trap me in his stuffy study all day. I acknowledged his point.
The wheels of my mind turning I steered the subject back to his girlfriend and inquired as much about the intimacy of their relationship as I dared: the jocular confidences among guys sort of tone. Hell we were planning on having hot times. We both love to surf the porno sites on the Internet. I had hoped we could try out some of the positions that turned us both on. We even have a trade-off agreement. She will allow me to look at the lesbian pics if I allow her to surf some of the gay sites. I liked the turn this conversation was taking. Rumors fly about gays getting it on in the forest. She was hoping maybe we might meet up with some and they would let her watch. I think that would have been a stretch but I have to admit those dudes look like they re having a pretty good time in the pics on those sites.
Easy Blonde I contemplated. I was especially encouraged by his inclination to not refer to gay sex in a derogatory manner. You are near a kill I thought. Don t blow it now. Take great care in the choice of your words and body language. By now my sex organs were buzzing and swollen. I had one leg horizontally crossed over the other to create the illusion that the tent in the front of my hiking shorts was propped by the way I was seated in the vehicle. I deemed it safe to take my boldest tack yet. Jeez for a good casual way to get your rocks knocked off I never thought there was anything wrong with getting your dick sucked by another guy. I mean you know what they say no one eats pussy like another woman and no one sucks cock like another guy. The folks who can do it best are the ones who know what they like for themselves.
You know I will be honest with you Blonde what you say makes a lot of sense. It it weren t for the way tongues wag in these parts I suppose I would no longer be a virgin in that sense. I mean where guys are concerned. I LOVED the way he expressed this confidence. The proposition had to be now or never.
My pulse was racing and I struggled to conduct myself in a nonchalant matter-of-fact disposition. Oh that wouldn t be a problem. No one would ever know how you enjoyed yourself on this trip. By now from the corner of my eye I had glimpsed the delectable long fat beast snaking down his right thigh concealed by his ever-present tight jeans. Despite my furtive glances I could not make out where it ended.
For a couple of minutes we said nothing. A broad grin spread over his face and his brown eyes twinkled with an excited fire. Are you saying what I think you are Blonde? . . . Would you suck my cock? . JACKPOT! I thought. I was home free from here. I said nothing but continued looking straight ahead while reaching over with my left hand to firmly feel the fleshy excitement writhing in its constriction. Applying affectionate squeezes with my experienced fingers I could feel the intense warmth of my new conquest even in its concealment. He sighed and breathed heavily. After no more than a minute he good-naturedly in a breathy voice asked me to alter my conduct. . Back off dude! You keep that up and I will be creamin my jeans in a flash. We don t want to get in an accident before we even get there. Hey we are going to be there in a few minutes. Then you can suck and feel your way to your heart s content.
I was fidgeting in my seat the rest of the way there. Under my breath I cravenly muttered Boy are you going to be in for a treat. He must have heard me for he flashed me a wink and a smile.
At the Park Service office a short distance from the entrance to the forest road the car was stopped so Bob could register and confirm our reservation. I smirked and giggled as I noticed he had a hard time straightening himself after exiting from the car door. Later he practically bolted out of the cabin and back to the car. Pretty soon you can do your work pal.
And good work you will know it to be! I retorted with pronounced confidence. He drove following the signs that led us to the shade covered guest cabins. My head swimming with dizziness of intense lust I was hardly aware of my surroundings as he nearly screeched the SUV to a halt parking at the premises that would serve residence to our torrid affair. Without grabbing any supplies we both sprinted to the locked door. He fumbled the keys almost laughing as he aimed the key to allow us entrance to our new paradise my hands already clenching beneath his waist band or firmly kneading his splendid ass cheeks beneath the tight denim. The door gave way with a whoosh its sudden release from barrier nearly knocking both of us over. The woodsy cabin revealed another door at the opposite end. Bob guessed right that this was the bedroom and he flung himself on his back on one of the two queen sized beds that would serve our carnal inclinations so comfortably.
Come and get it!!! he yelled out as if he were the ranch cook summoning the hungry hands for a chow down . I was hungry for something else and with lightening speed I was between his spread-eagled legs hanging over the end of the bed. Suddenly I was the cause of my favorite sound in my first encounter with any new intimate. Zzzzziiippp!!! .
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Looking I could see he was wearing boxers and I greedily reached in with limber fingers to feel and extract the reward for all my laborious cunning. My fingers and hand were treated to the most exquisite sensations. The velvety smooth base of a fleshy stick pulsing with vibrant warmth amongst a cleft of feathery curly hairs all covering a warm crushed leather like pouch. Despite my earnest dexterous manipulations it was apparent that I was not going to be able to free these treasures from their container of tight fabric in just this manner. Withdrawing my hand I reach for his belt buckle my fingers almost shaking with the fervent excitement of the moment. Lying back he looked on as if helpless with a euphoric drugged like expression. The ornately western style buckle tinkled to my fumblings and I felt the flushed heat of his excitement ooze from his lower abdomen. At last I had broken the last barrier of Levi-Strauss in the guise of the tight pants button. All that remained was the firm grasp of my fingers on either side of the rugged waistband to give both his jeans and boxers together one good revelatory tug.
Words can not adequately describe for my readers the completely sensual exhilaration I experienced in consequence. A great round throbbing column of man meat sprang out to greet me finally freed from its tight prison flinging droplets of liquid lust in all directions. At the same instant my nostrils were overwhelmed by the sensational scent of intensely festering man musk. His incomparable straight as an arrow cut manhood must have stretched a meaty 8.5 . At its base drooped a succulent silky wrinkled pouch wherein resided the large jewels that provide the important ingredient for the discharges that I would extract from him with such urgency. A dense thicket of dark fragrant masculine bush surrounded all this beauty. Both of us giddy with delirium he leaned up as if intoxicated. Well Blonde do you like what you see?
Eyes bulging and mouth slightly ajar I reached for the fleshy pole that nearly singed my hand. I answered simply it s gorgeous! My mouth opened with tongue tip extracted to greet my feed. I lapped the sweet liquids that already drenched his pliant strawberry. His ultra smooth animated cock flinched throbbed and bucked in my tightening grasp. I contemplated I am going to tame this horsey yet as my tongue began to make pressured sweeps up and down every centimeter of his smooth hot shaft occasionally shifting to his pouched jewels lapping up all the delicious tastes of aroused man sex.
He began his uninhibited vocalizations in response to my lascivious services. Low and throaty Ooooooooooooo that s nice. . . ughh ooo keep licking like that Blonde. . When the entire length of his furnace like pleasure pole was saturated I raised my head to meet his man head and this time positioned my warm wet tongue and mouth to envelope it. My tongue probed all around from pee hole to ridge like a whirling tornado locked in place. Ahhh. . . .ahhh. . . .ooohhh yesss! Oh that feels so great. I positioned myself to make it easier for me to slide that delicious staff deeper into my topside orifice while cradling his balls with my other hand. I was now sucking his magnificent man tool with the usual conviction of an enthusiastic cocksucker. SUCK that cock you blonde horn dog!! Don t wimp out on me. Aaaaaahhhhh. . . . .oooooooooo. . . . . hhhhooooeeeee. . . . Yeeesss don t let up. His hips were now thrusting with wild abandon. I I m . . . I m getting close . . . Yes that s right suck hard. . . Oh I am going to . I felt his orbs leap through his leathery pouch to his underside signaling the inevitable. Ughhh he moaned with the first spasm of his tense heated ejaculation. I felt the flexed tension about his upper thighs crotch and lower buttocks as he squirted out great shots of hot slippery visceral jism into the rear of my attending oral chasm at a pace quicker than I could respond with in swallows. I struggled to control the syrupy creme that filled my mouth. Some of it spilled on to my lips and the shaft that had been so keenly exercised. His last spasms were accompanied by a great shudder that was birthed in his groin and spread in both directions to the ends of his transfixed being. Just as quickly flexed tension transformed to intense relaxation and I could see the muscles in his legs and midsection roll about to a melted contentment.
I savored the sweet and spicy cum that still lingered in my mouth and I lapped up the drops that had spilled on to the shrinking gun from which they had been unleashed. . Soon his flaccid glistening dick lay comparatively languid astride his right hip still posing a striking presence. He moved his head back on the soft bed and raised his face toward the headboard basking in sensual relaxation. Hhmmmm that was incredible!
I am not finished with you yet. I spoke with an element of control. I sauntered into the adjoining bathroom and gathered up tissues. After cleaning him about his genitals and legs I told him not to move from where he lay. I told him that I would retrieve just enough supplies from the car for our next session. On the way out I noticed that in the haste to commence our escapades in eros we had left both the front door of the cabin and the bedroom door open. We were lucky that no one had entered and caught us in our passion play.
Closing the bedroom door behind me I heard him almost drunkenly slur I don t fucking believe this is happening.
I smiled as I thought He hasn t seen anything yet. I am just warming up. Opening the swing door at the back of the SUV I realized I would have to make two trips. We had bought several six packs of bottled beer and the first order of business was to get them out of the vehicle and into the fridge in the cabin before they go skunk . Finally organized to my satisfaction I opened the door to the ridiculous scene of my intimate friend with his bare midriff and legs hanging over the end of the bed his jeans and boxers pulled down to his cowboy boots as if he were lounging on some bizarre reclining Roman toilet. I forced back a snicker as I handed him one of two not quite cold beers.
Hey Blonde good man. I almost forgot about these brewskies. I thought I heard you rattling some bottles around. What s next on your menu?
I gazed at him for a half a minute taking a swig before announcing Let s get these boots off. My new friend was pedestaled with two large feet and I was going to need to be seated to wrench his boots off. I reached for one of the rustic limb crafted chairs in the room and seated myself directly across from him. His right foot in my lap first I gave a great tug but the cumbersome footwear did not budge.
Whoa there buddy. You don t know much about boots do you easterner? Pull back on the heel lifting up first. Then slip the boot off. Following instructions the boots slipped off as effortlessly as gloves. He wore no socks accounting for the deep calluses even on his high arches.
Arising from the chair I stepped to the side of the bed to pull away the snaps on his plaid shirt. Helping him out of his sleeves I had my outstanding 6 2 trophy of masculine form naked at last. My still unsatisfied tensions building again I could hardly believe my good fortune. I was suspicious of my own senses. I wondered if I was not becoming captive to some false apparition from hell come to tease me and punish me for my many past lecherous corruptions. Gathering my wits I ordered him to turn over on his stomach and splay himself spread-eagled on the middle of the bed. Enjoying one last chug from his beer bottle he obeyed my command as I slipped off my sandals and kneeled on the side of the bed next to him. My fingers struggle at the keyboard as I recollect this erotically visual moment. That I could have such a statuesque corpus so trustingly at my disposal exceeded all my wildest fantasies of sexual rendezvous. I had had the presence of mind to bring my fragrant body oils with me in my satchel and I brought them with me into the bedroom. I splattered out a couple of shots of fresh wintergreen onto the palms of my hands and rubbing them between my palms I started to work on his thick neck.
Kneading out the stiff knots he murmured through his increasing comfort that s nice Blonde. Low soft moans accompanied the pressure of the palms of my hands. To give this model of Michelangelo come to life a deep penetrating massage seemed to me at least as pleasurable as receiving one. Warm supple well-exercised flesh and bone would greet my palms and fingers with every touch. I was so overcome with the sensuality of the applications that I could not resist bending over from time to time to kiss lick and nibble at my subject who only seemed to enjoy the experience even more. Massive broad shoulders swept down to a lean and awesome back which itself sharply angled to strong narrow hips. Down from the small of his back pillows exploded to shape small but sharply rounded ass cheeks.
The way these bubbling buns would unendingly rapidly clench and relax was a performance worthwhile in its own right. Part way down superbly conditioned thighs dark brawny mats of hair swathed a graze nearly down to his ankles. From time to time I would dribble little puddles from my beer bottle on his person. The combination of the odors from my oils and the crisp brew created a surprisingly refreshing and sociable fragrance. I found as I would knead and press against firm thighs my hands would press back up to his billowing ass. Of all his dynamic musculature his ass was the most delectably flexible. I could not help myself from burying my face to kiss and nibble about the available folds of flesh there. I played with those supple cheeks opening them just at the point where an old saying declares that daylight seldom shines. Revealing his puckering posterior opening it was as if a sweet rosebud was winking at me. My face level with all these prizes I thrust out my tongue tip to flick about probe and taste this region.
I was encouraged by his strident vocal affirmations. Lick! . . Lick! . . . Don t stop! . .Oooooooooooo . . . . Eat me rim me you son of a bitch. I was reminded that he was familiar with man to man pleasures via the Internet. Ooooohhhhh. . . . .oooooahhhhhooooo. . . . Yes you know you want that hole. . . Aaaahhh. . . . That hole is yours. Give me your licking tongue. . . Stick your tongue up my hole hard. I decided to allow my slathering tongue to explore new territory. I licked with firm pressured sweeps down his exposed crotch to the underside of the soft sac of jewels that was supported by the mattress. I could see that the all-important external organ of his anatomy had stiffened once again to full hardness. Always a glutton for pleasurable servicing I grasped it as he intuitively raised his hips for me to pull it down into my out thrust lips and tongue. In an instant he had me on my back sitting on my upper chest and shoulders his meaty pillar tensed down into my open mouth with his fingers. If you want my cock in your mouth then suck on it hard. . . . . Don t fool around eat me! he yelled.
If this was what it was like to be pinned by a nude Olympian wrestler of ancient times then I was born centuries too late. I sucked and licked about as best I could thrilling to much of his 200 or so lbs. resting on me via his warm seat and upper thighs. Realizing I was powerless to diversify my motions he raised himself horizontally above me with his legs spread as if in a stance to start pushups. His cock never completely leaving my slurping mouth he started pumping his hips in rhythm to a serious face fuck. Instantly I adjusted my throat muscles for the impending invasion. I had to adjust my head and neck to allow myself the best angle to relish every stroke of his heavenly piston of flesh. With each thrust his meat would throb twitch and taste in a slightly different manner. On occasion he would pause as his full length was thrust to the hilt in my mouth allowing me to sniff his tickling man scented fulsome tuft. There! Take it. . . .aaahhhh swallow me you obsessed cock freak. . . . . Yyyyeeeeesssssss don t let up until you milk me of my joy juice. . . . Hoooooeeeeeee that feels ssoooooooo gooooddddd. . . . . Work your tongue like that! . . . . Ughhh ahhh. . . . ahh. . . . ahhh. By now I was administering strokes within strokes. His stroke in and out was being met by two strokes of my quick right hand along as much of the shaft as I could grasp as he continued to thrust in and out of my slobbering mouth. He was lost in the ecstasy of his mounting pleasures.
Oooooohhhhh it won t be long now. . . . Get ready I am going to shoot a terrrrriffic loooooad. . . Now I cum ughhh. His overly sensitized cock jerked a throb that nearly exploded itself unleashing little jets of heated man climax down my throat and the back of my mouth. I savored every squirt of his fresh passion and would not release his sex until it had lost its toughness and the weight of his lower torso relaxed on my face. . Turning over and lying on the bed next to me as we both strained to catch our breath he spoke first. Blonde if I had any idea about your talents we would have gotten together weeks ago.
I queried hesitantly Do I give a better blowjob than Anne?
He turned his head to look me in the face with an incredulous expression shaking his head as to disapprove of asking a question whereby the answer should be obvious Anne in her wildest dreams could never give me a blowjob as fuckingly superb as an experienced cocksucker like you. That could be the best sex I have ever known and let me tell you my friend I have known some awesome sex in my day. Giving me a playful nudge in the shoulder Damn Blonde you must have been trained by a aster. His eyes suddenly dart around the room. Lifting his majestic torso he announces in one end and out the other. Nature calls! His every move seems athletic to me as he brusquely climbed off the bed and with long strides sauntered off to the bathroom.
I am at his side and intently focused on his bodily relief as the stream of piss first ejects from the pee hole of his coiling dick and into the toilet bowl. Well aren t you the funny guy. I believe you enjoy my dick in motion as much as I enjoy having you service it.
I thought to myself Probably more so.
Through the continuing piddling noise he gave me a once over noticing my still tented shorts. I think by now we have been through all the formalities. Why don t you take off all your clothes and stay awhile since you are still so happy to see me. I am going to take a shower soon and we ought to see what we can do about that lump between your legs. I was naked with my clothes kicked to one side as he was shaking the last drops from the end of his whip like hose and reaching over to flush. Turning on the faucets at the sink his eyebrows narrowed into a furrowed brow. Damn look at you! No wonder they call you Blonde. I tell you what I have an idea. You must be thirsty again. How about stepping into the kitchen and pulling out a couple of cold ones and I will tell you when I get back. I backed out of the bathroom not really cognizant of my direction. My eyes were glued to the pendulous swings and wiggles of his dazzling dangler that moved about so sweetly prompted by studious hygienic hand care.
Once out I bounded out to the kitchen boner bouncing. I reached in the fridge and one of the bottles now thick with condensation nearly eluded my grasp. The thrill and excitement of the moment was nearly lost in an explosion of froth and a hundred shards of glass.
Easy Blonde you could still blow the rest of this adventure. Caution must still reign supreme I reasoned with omnipresent introspection.
Carefully returning to the bathroom I handed him a now chillier bottle. Thanks my man. The best man is the one who looks after the cold brew he drawled out with his infectious grin. In the meantime he had fetched from the bedroom one of the bedside tables and moved it by the spacious shower stall. This would serve as the stand for our beers facilitating our ability to take chugs at our leisure in our next round of physical play. Stepping in the stall ahead of me he turned to me When you get back east Blonde I know what you ought to do. You should find yourself a ladies dormitory and streak it. Shit so long as you stiff out a boner like the one you ve got now and with all that pretty light body hair you re bound to get at least a couple of the girls to drop what they re doing and run after you.
I laughed heartily at this generous but implausibly comical compliment. Retorting I think you would do better to attract many more females to run after you re naked butt than mine my friend.
He let out a high pitched giggle as the spray of water started to jet out of the showerhead. We should join forces. Your next trip out here let s the both of us take a trip to the girl s college in town. We ll streak a dorm together. The volume of his laughter was louder than the rushing water. With an impish grin like a schoolboy in a conspiratorial prank he continued. We ll just wear old rags on our way in so that if we can t get back to our clothes it ll be no loss. We ll sneak away our cocks waving around in the night air before the cops come in and bust our bare asses. He was lit up with this bawdy scenario and let out a cattleman s whoop and banged on the stall wall with his fist. I had to admit I liked the way my new captive thought. Sometimes no matter how hard one may try the male of our species will always think with his dick. Starting to lather his sumptuous body parts he casts almost a sober expression. But you know one thing I learned today Blonde? I really think that if we were to streak a men s dorm we would turn more heads and get more guys to follow us than anybody else.
This was the one image that had more than a grain of truth to it to me. My new intimate was being acquainted with a whole new paradigm of erotic attractions and the pleasures that follow. For a fleeting moment it occurred to me that being naked together in any public setting cast an air of absurdity. We would certainly be perceived as mismatched: an archetype odd couple . He must exceed me in height by 8 inches and is far superior to me in overall body condition not to speak of clashing hair color and skin tone. We would eventually be kidnapped into one of the bedrooms and a bunch of horny gang bangers would have their way with us I intoned with mock seriousness.
My shower mate winked at me and acted out exaggerated boxing swipes. I would fight them off for both of us. I had never taken a shower in such close proximity with such an Adonis like figure. As he soaped and lathered himself with glistening sensuality I had absentmindedly begun to stroke my own aching 6.5 uncut cock to relieve the turmoil and tension that had been ruminating in my loins for so much of the day. The soft moans I elicited and open-mouthed face I wore betrayed the weary delicious feelings that were smothering me as I attended to my long pent up passionate tensions. That s right buddy he spoke softly and reassuringly. Just think about all those gals and guys who would chase after you. Think of how they would be just clamoring to get at your cock. Before I reached my climax I stopped him from his intent lathering of his own genitals. I soaped his thicket pouch of jewels and some of his crotch behind. While stroking his rising cock with increased lather my other hand created the exquisite friction that sent the heat and tension through my loins and out my cock. The first shot of ejaculatory fluid managed to elude many of the rushing drops spewing in the shower and strike the wall of the stall closest to me.
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The shower and sex rejuvenated me. We both toweled off refreshed and when I wasn t looking he gave me a sharp snap in the ass with his tightly wrapped towel as if we were years younger in a high school locker room. His aim was dead on and the smarting feeling I suffered behind was worth it to see him gallivant naked his dick and nut sac jerking and flopping about to compliment his merriment.
It had been dark for at least an hour and we thought it best to unload the SUV with all but the most inessential items and organize our effects for the next day s hike. It was getting chilly and we had neglected to don our shirts. Back inside opening the fridge for another round of beers I slipped off my shorts and was unclothed again. Bob noticed this.
Wait a minute stud can t we at least relax before we fool around again.
What the hell we re in here just by ourselves. What point is there in wearing any clothes? I was just thinking about cranking up that fireplace.
With a slightly vacant expression my roommate mulled over this way of settling in. I don t have an answer to that Blonde so you must be right. I heard the reassuring zip and he was pealing off his jeans to reveal all his charms again. Removing his second foot out of his pant leg he thought out loud I wonder if Anne and I would have spent all our time together naked if we were alone in the cabin. It usually is only in the warm summer evenings when we take our showers after coming home that we don t bother to put on any clothes.
He smiled as he recollected these moments of leisure. We learned the hard way to keep a pair of my jeans by the front door in case company decided to visit. I heard him chuckle as he peered at my bare ass bent over the fireplace. I had noticed that the Park Service hospitality was even astute enough to provide ample starter kindling to assist in building a fire. With the help of that day s edition of the local newspaper I had a blazing and crackling fire to ward off any chill that might irritate our nudity. We sat at the handcrafted sofa and began a long conversation. Swilling one beer after another we spoke of professional sports horses camping and hiking his girlfriend and girls in general and my proclivities towards men and how men enjoy each other s company. I was still in awe of him still bowled over and nervously distracted by the beauty of his nakedness. No matter how he was posed on the sofa I was dumbfounded at how artfully his genital organs would hang between his legs. From time to time as I would respond to something he had to say I would embarrassingly lose my train of thought.
Indulging in cliched cultural jargon my amused companion recited him with pale hairs getting tired. Hey! That s a great Indian name for you Blonde: Him With Pale Hairs .
Oh and what would be a good Indian name for you? I queried.
He briefly tilted his head. His face like a light bulb alight broke out into another grin Him Who Seeks Good Cocksucker . He broke out into peels of laughter and gave my thigh a good slap. Hey Blonde I know he spoke up with a slight slur of intoxication. You couldn t be that heavy. Stand on the sofa and I will bend down in front of you so you can climb on my shoulders. You know man! he whined. Didn t you ever play chicken when you were a kid? I stood up as commanded and he wrapped one leg around his shoulder from a knee bent posture in front of me. Assisting me with the other leg he stood up slightly bent before I could fall back. Before I knew it I was being ridden about the room as if I were the trifling earth whirling about in space on Atlas s strong secure shoulders my legs pinned to his hairy pectorals by muscular confident arms. The feeling of his warm upper back shoulders and back of his neck against all the exposed sensitive areas of my loins: my upper thighs my ass my crotch and pouch of balls all that felt invigorated and tingling. In his partially drunken glee I don t think he even felt my buzzing penis begin to swell against the back of his neck. I had to duck as he raced me past the threshold into the bedroom and laughingly poured my nakedness on to the bed. Grabbing me about the shoulders and arms he gave me playful squeezes as he shifted me about almost as if he were at play with a puppy. Through gritting teeth he mouthed you re all right Blonde. You re one cute little cocksucker. . . . You know I haven t had this much fun since I don t know when. It s fun to have a guy friend to get naked with and horse around. You were right it would have been stupid to put on any clothes
Just my type I thought: a child s mind in a man s body.
It reminds me of the locker room antics my young friends and I enjoyed after gym class. You know back in the days before we started growing weed around our dicks. Before the days when so many guys started getting self-conscious. By now we were in the bathroom again and as usual I was next to him as he stood over the toilet relieving himself into its bowl. He related how the gym teacher would storm and start yelling and screaming. Everyone would get so quiet. One day they made so much noise the girls volleyball coach stormed in and they all scattered to hide themselves. One poor kid was so unnerved that he peed on his way out of the shower. Back on the bed and looking about the room something reminded him of his girlfriend. Anne used to like it when I would ride her around about on my shoulders like that. I would tell her that I wanted us to join a nudist colony. I explained to her that we would enter the chicken fights and she would grab all the other girls by their tits and hair and yank them off their husbands and boyfriends shoulders. We would win the trophy for the chicken fights every year. . . She would just stare at me. I thought to myself that I would join any nudist colony for the opportunity to ride around on his bare shoulders regardless as to what the game was.
The playful tone creeping back in his voice hey Blonde are we going to sleep together this way in this bed tonight? He was kneeling over me and slapping out a tune with his fingertips with the palm side of his hands on my lightly furred abdomen. After the way we have gotten to know each other we might as well. This will be another first with me. I mean sleeping in a bed with a guy naked and all. I still was not confident enough to reveal my estimation to him that many a cock man would be prepared to conduct any number of sacrifices for the privilege of bedding down with him naked. As we pulled back the covers and climbed in between the clean sheets he asked me when you were telling me about yourself in the other room there I got the impression that you had the hots for me since you first arrived out here. I confirmed his speculation. He threw his head against the pillow and winced God damn if I had only known that. I think I would have brought you back to the apartment and asked Anne to strip us both naked. She could have watched while you sucked my dick. Laughing silly again hell Blonde you could have given her pointers.
I asked him if she would really have been agreeable to such displays of intimacy. He replied at that time she would at least have been open to considering it. The way things are going now not a chance! For a minute neither of us spoke. Finally he blurted out Blonde give me a hug. Without hesitating I was affectionately in his strong arms in an instant melting into his broad warm chest. He gave me robust slaps on the back before releasing me. Thanks buddy. It s been such a nasty fucking week until tonight. Anne has been such a bitch she has done everything she can to make me feel bad.
I could not imagine willfully doing or saying anything to offend this gorgeous vivacious warmly sensitive man. Boldly I spoke bluntly. I promise that I will never be a bitch.
My bedmate flashed his twinkling smile again and nearly shouted Hell no. Not the way you are always so happy to be with me. He had his large hand wrapped around my fully stretched wood causing delicious electric charges to pulse through my groin and up my spine. He dropped his exquisitely smooth warm weight on me and had me pinned against the pillow and mattress. As he kissed me full on the lips for the first time I felt his enthralling sex heatedly swell and fill against my right thigh. For a fleeting moment I hoped he would rape my horny posterior orifice. He backed off smiling Naw! . . We need our rest if we are going to get as early a start as I hope tomorrow. We ll see how we feel tomorrow morning if we want to fool around or not. Goodnight Blonde. I was happy with that prospect. He was snoring soundly next to me.
My recollection of the night blends together with the closeness of the next. Some of the occurrences were repeated over both nights or took place over just one. We had not bothered to draw curtains across high windows so the room was bathed in moonlight to allow me to watch my god-like bed mate in his snoring slumber. I could not help myself from spooning against his magnificent velvety warmth. He never protested. Upon my frequent awakenings I would often check the disposition of his manhood. If he were nocturnally hard I would swallow my disappointment. At last he was on his back breathing heavily his limp dick astride joining him in his deep sleep. I now had the opportunity to awaken his organ and bring new life to it. A true cock man always seeks an opportunity to catch his prey unaware. This way he can earn that special gratification to be gained by watching feeling and tasting a captive snake-like dick swell grow and stiffen to a fully hard and risen pre-cum leaking cock. In porno flicks this always seems the scene that is edited out. It should be the scene that is the most exciting to watch.
I gently stroked and licked the spongy flesh about. True to form it began to swell and stiffen in my fingers. Before it reached full hardness I felt and witnessed my bed mate bolt and jump. Gathering his wits and not saying anything he began to perceive the situation. At first in a whisper yyeessss Blonde! That feels sssoooo nice. . . Suck me the way you know you can. . . He was shouting in the enthusiasm of his climax squirting out for me a tantalizing night snack fermented in the earthy mysteries of a man s innards that reside in his lusty lower torso. Damn you Blonde! he spoke at full volume. You love my cock so much you are even willing to suck it when I sleep. I like that! You really know how to treat a guy special .
Less than a minute later he was fast asleep. Roughly an hour later he was up and out of bed to relieve one of his frequent urges to pee. This time I was up with him and as had now become routine I squatted next to the toilet at his waist level to watch him hold his dick and discharge from it the liquid that irritated his bladder. Now my hair was disheveled and I was squinting through tight eyelids. You know what I like about sleeping in the nude best Blonde? he piped up half way through the tinkle. When you stagger into the bathroom in the middle of the night you don t have anything to pull down or move anything to the side in order to pee. You just pick it up take aim and piss . He let out another one of his throaty silly giggles. As he shook his ample hose he reflected I don t understand why women can t take an interest in a man s dick like you do Blonde. Why can t they get up in the night and watch us pee? Why won t they surprise us by sucking our cocks while we are asleep? It s one hell of a way to be woken up in the middle of the night. . . . Hell I d watch a woman s pussy all day if I didn t have to work for a living. We both laughed. I was intent on his jiggling dick once again as he washed his hands. I love to watch Anne push in and pull out her diaphragm. We could spend hours applying her vibrator to her. I wish she would show me how she puts on and takes off her tampax . That has to be HOT! I ve played with her clit when she s been asleep a million times. . . . Oh yeah the ladies love it when you stroke your fat cock up their little tight snatches once they ve made up their mind to it. But they just don t seem to take an interest in the cock the way a lot of guys wish they would. I guess guys like you give that little extra. As I say Blonde you really know how to treat a guy.
He was learning. I was witnessing and listening to the familiar metamorphosis. It wouldn t be long before he would be seeking out the skills of a cock man with the same ardor that the latter seeks out men like him.
When we both climbed back into bed he reached out to me and gave me some affectionate hugs and kisses. Blonde I feel as though I have known you most of my life. You really understand people. I can really relax with you and you won t come down on me with some stupid shit. Blissfully he was now cuddling his way into the crook of my arm. My arm wrapped around his shoulder the hand at its end comfortably wrapped his tickling curly chest hair around its fingers. You re not a very big guy but you are bulkier than most women. I m finding out that it s nice to snuggle up to a guy especially a guy like you. Seconds later he let loose a loud snore.
We awoke in the morning just as the sky was beginning to get light. We were both positively glowing with the warmth of each other s body heat. We kissed on the lips and then about each other s necks. The pleasurable feelings we both xperienced in our embrace had become addictive and we were now rubbing against each other and groping about with our hands in long sensual sweeps. Ultimately we were on our sides facing each other. We would take turns stroking our throbbing cocks together in a single fist. Myself being somewhat shorter I enjoyed administering little love bites about his lower neck and shoulders. The hot breath generated by my panting seemed to bounce off his already flushed body and hit me sweetly in the face. The hypnotically delicious buildup of tight heat and buzzing that was building in our groins was synchronized well enough that we reached our excess of tolerance at the same time and our cocks exploded in unison to discharge the ecstatic release of our male passion juices. The slippery syrups shot out on each other s chest and stomach to a symphony of our moaning and grunting affirmations.
We lay there for 10 minutes shielding out the chilly air. When my bedmate raised his head above a certain angle he suddenly dropped it like a stone. Ooohh boy! I think I chugged down one too many beers last night.
Not to worry I spoke so softly as if to whisper. I saw the coffee maker in the kitchen. I will make some coffee and open that aspirin bottle I brought with me. I grudgingly jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom in my shivering nakedness. The shivers only became more pronounced as I peed into the toilet. I cleaned myself of the slippery jisms with toilet paper and tissues before washing my hands. I had the presence of mind to gather more tissues for my ailing friend in bed before I returned to the bedroom. I reached for a pair of jeans I had laid out the evening before and lifted my legs into the pant legs to pull them up. I didn t bother with underwear. I unfolded an extra blanket that was folded in a closet and wrapped it around my bare shoulders. Scurrying into the kitchen I yawningly read the coffee maker instructions and followed them. Pulling the aspirin bottle out of my backpack I impatiently tore off its cover and had about 6 aspirins spread out on the counter. I reached from a shelf two wrapped sterilized glasses and pulled them down to the counter. Freshly unwrapped I poured a couple of ounces of tap water into each one. I quickly gulped down one of the aspirins grabbing the other glass and the rest of them.
Plodding back into the bedroom the blanket still wrapped around me I handed him aspirins and the water. I sat myself down on a chair next to the bed and informed him that the coffee would be ready shortly. I should be all right in a few Blonde. If I was able to get it on with you this morning the way we did it shouldn t be long before I feel fine. . . . You re too good to me buddy. I like it that Anne seldom drinks but she has no sympathy for me when I tie one on and regret it the next day.
Still clasping the blanket reminiscent of a character in a comic strip I returned to the kitchen to pour out the fragrant hot fresh brew into two clean cups. Unaware as to how he enjoyed this hot reviver I stashed little packets of creamer sugar and sweetener into my jean pocket. Sitting down by the bed again he sipped the coffee hesitantly. Oooo that helps! I m beginning to feel better already. . . . I tell you what friend you have been so nice to me that I want you to just stay relaxed right in that chair. In a couple I ll get up and make you the best eggs and bacon breakfast you have ever enjoyed. I may be still a little nauseous to eat any myself. For the first time I realized that I was famished. We had been so engrossed with each other that we had neglected to prepare any dinner. Munching on junky snack foods had been our only sustenance.
When my bedmate had finished his coffee and felt well enough he pulled back the covers to arise. Hoooooooeeeeeeeeee! he yelped rubbing his crossed muscled arms up and down his bare torso in a slightly crouched pose. Damn it s cold! Now I see why you re huddled in that blanket. Again I was breathless and dumb struck. Ogling him in his shivering naked vulnerability I still was aghast at his stunning manly charm. I was beginning to doubt our recent intimacies. I wondered if I had not been the victim of some drug induced erotic hallucinations. He tore at the blanket on the bed and whipped it around to wrap himself. He noisily marched off to the bathroom. I started to rise from my chair. He anticipated my solicitations. Don t Bother! he bellowed. I will be taking piss breaks all day I promise. You can get so close I will even pee on you if you want. Again with that silly laugh. He started loudly tinkling before he broke off.
The smell of the frying food was mouth watering. As he prepared the food he would occasionally glance into the living room askew with multiple empty beer bottles. Jeez Blonde you d think we threw a party for a fraternity. . . . Anne wouldn t be happy with this scene. Fuck her! I tidied up some before we sat down to eat. We both shoveled food into our gaping mouths like starving gluttons. So much for nausea. We sat and contentedly digested our satisfying meal before scurrying about to prepare ourselves for the day. Both of us favoring specialized underwear for the occasion we scrutinized each other in the altogether one last time before the end of the day.
The outings of the next two days were a feast for the eyes. Gorgeous mountain and valley scenes the trail sporadically leading to a meandering flowing river source sometimes even in rapids. Clearings would dissolve away to majestic forests and arboreal patches populated by tall firs and spruces with an occasional mix of glittering aspens. Once every couple of hours we would encounter a party of hikers often families. Bob who at least had the sense to leave aside his cowboy boots in favor of sensible hiking shoes would play the courtly gentleman. He would always tip his stetson hat and nod to any female regardless as to age. His respectful courtesies were disingenuous. When just out of earshot for more than half of them he would lewdly speculate what they would probably look like naked. He would seek my advice about the best techniques to successfully seduce them and what sexual congress they might enjoy. Over time these impious detailed considerations extended to many of the men and boys.
I ll bet that mama over there has a bush on her snatch so thick a guy would be tickled silly before he could get his cock in her. Protesting a possible inaccuracy I reminded him that she had her offspring in her company. I thought she was supposed to be an unmarried auntie. Probably the kind of dyke that can tickle another girl s clit and make her cum from two feet away. Nobody could make merry better than this dude.
Did you see the way that kid back there kept straightening his shorts? That is a sure sign that he is probably already hung bigger than a horse even though he hasn t grown any dick weed yet. I contradicted him only to generate an outlandish response. No I m serious. You remember what I told you last night. The kid in elementary school who was always squirming in his seat was hung like that. In the locker room after gym we would all gather around to stare just as he was taking off his underpants. The damn snake would flop out and practically reach the floor. You wouldn t want to let yourself be fucked up the ass by something like that. Might make for an interesting blowjob though.
Nudging me on the shoulder do you remember what I told you about the pissed off volleyball coach who walked in on us one day? I nodded in the affirmative. Well I figure she must ve caught a glimpse of what he had between his legs there because a couple of years later she managed to get herself transferred to the high school. When he became a freshman rumors flew around that she would drop dirty little love notes to him through the slits in his locker. Laughing and giggling I would tell him that he must of thought he could sell me every bridge in New York. I appreciated that he had a one-track mind that worked like mine.
As the sun began to sink in the western sky Bob mapped out our route home. You know I usually kind of regret it near the end of the day on these camp outs when I have to think about pitching camp in our reserved space but I look forward to us getting back to our cabin and getting nekkid again. So did I.
My legs were starting to ache as we wearily reached the cabin but I was happy to be in secure privacy with my trail mate once more. The excitement bulging between my legs proved it. He gave me another knowing wink and a smile as he unlocked the door. The door closing behind us was the signal to drop everything. I repeat everything. Our grabbing and tearing motions were testament to our frantic haste to deprive each other of all our clothes. Birthday suited with fully excited sex organs we wrapped each other in our arms and kissed in passionate embrace. Wet firm exploring tongues probed in and out of each other s mouths. Eventually he pushed me away as if revived by the nurturance of each other s comforting warmth. Hooooeeeee! . . . . Yeeeaaah He ran about the cabin and no particular direction his sumptuous animated meat flailing around.
AaaaaAAAAAaaaaa! He beat his chest like Tarzan. At one point he stopped to violently fling open the refrigerator door and grab two cold bottled brews. Tossing one to me its slipperiness nearly evaded my catch again. First one in the shower gets his cock blown! He had a head start on me jumping over the coffee table gesticulating noises in the fashion of the popular favorite of a famous comedy trio. Joining him in the shower stall five seconds later he slips behind me and wraps an arm hold around my neck: an inescapable head lock. Now I ve got you my little cock sucking friend. Want a shower? He thrusts me directly under the highly pressured water. I bet I could never clean you of your hankering for fat cock. Unexpectedly he releases me letting loose another silly giggle. God I should hope not! He clenched me about the neck again unconvincingly thrusting raised knuckles into the top of my head: what in childhood we called noogies .
Suddenly he backed away and posed himself in a boxing stance. He briefly cupped his right hand raised up waving his fingers signaling me to accept his exuberant challenge. I swiped a couple of jabs at him knowing that he had a decisive advantage over me in height and reach. Besides we both had lost arousal and his luscious dick was swinging and jiggling about to his abbreviated Ali-like dance. The reader should know me well enough by now. This distraction rendered me incapable of any conceivable defense. Come on Blonde. . . Show me what you got man. Don t look down there. Make a go for me A failed right from me prompted an effective left from him poking me directly in my left eye.
Flinching back I prepared to swipe again until I saw the expression of horrified concern on his face. He urgently cupped my head in his fervent hands. Oh I am so sorry man. Did I hurt you? I became concerned myself with the look of genuine panic that painted his visage. He assisted me out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel ignoring the still straining faucets. Starting to wipe about the head first he continued his effusive apologies. I am such an ass. He tried to humor me again. Who the hell do I think I am hurting the person who loves my cock the most? I don t know what to say. It s just that it has been such fun to horse around and get naked with a guy who accepts me for wanting to have fun the way I do. I just get carried away. . . I guess that sounds pathetic doesn t it? The poor kid who could never find the secret swimming hole to go skinny-dipping. Not wanting him to feel so bad I commiserated that I was never able to find that swimming hole myself.
Guiding me into the bedroom he plants a couple of wet kisses on my cheek and continues his tender applications with the towel. Now let s get you all dried off before you take a rest on the bed he coos ever so gently. I couldn t resist being babied by this dripping wet naked incarnation of masculine gentleness.
The towel now down to the zone that people euphemistically refer to as privates yeah . . . we want to get you all nice and clean. God forbid that I should do anything to damage any of your blonde good looks. Nothing should happen to you that would keep all those horny guys and gals from wanting to get their hands on your sweet little ass . The sweet tingles started near there and I worked up a noticeable swell. There you go. . . No
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