My Journey - 02 By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens. If you are underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without written permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A very new friend has encouraged me to rewrite "My Journey." I hope you like reading about my journey into the sexual world of love between men. It's true, I lived it, and I have changed the names of those who are still with us. Other than that, the story is what happened when at sixteen, my male sexuality was awakened, my eyes opened, and my mind sharpened to what sex, pleasure giving, companionship, and love were really all about.
MY JOURNEY Chapter 2
I awoke in Ken's warm arms. We were facing each other; somehow I had turned during the night. I opened my eyes and was studying his face. I saw those dark lashes, the pug nose, his high cheekbones, those lush lips, his soft breathing. I took it all in. What I had experience last night was still fresh in my mind. I had never felt such thrills, never reached such an orgasm and I wanted more.
Ken's eyes opened, his grin developed and his voice husky, said, "Good morning stud. Have a good restful sleep?" His arms pulled me closer, one hand on my ass cheek, the other under my head and across my back. I got ready for a big kiss, but instead he licked my nose and laughed. "Come on, get out of bed so we can take care of business and get the show on the road, so to speak, yah know what I mean, come on brown eyes, UP!"
He was up and out the tent, giving me a great close-up of his ass, those huge balls hanging between his thighs. Again, with out any clothes, headed for the latrine with just his boots on his feet. I turned, grabbed my boots and our shorts and quickly followed.
A wolf-whistle came from one of the tents. "Look at all the fresh meat this morning!" followed by laughter. Apparently some of the crew had awaken and were peering out their tent flaps when Ken and I chose to dash to the latrine. I made it to the latrine in record time, embarrassed and not wanting to face whoever saw us.
I entered the latrine to find Ken pissing and laughing. "What, some fucker spotted us dashing across the camp site? Bet he's going to join us and then I'll get him good."
Now I didn't know what Ken had in mind, but knowing how devious he could be, I thought this would be interesting. I watched as he filled a large coffee can with cold water and hid it on one of the latrine 2x6's roof rafters.
At that moment, Chas (Charles, another crew leader and also 17 years old) entered the latrine, unzipping the fly of his jeans. He started kidding us about being two jaybirds streaking across the campsite bare assed naked. As he stood relieving himself, he was total defenseless as Ken took the can of water and poured it over Charles' back, completely soaking his jeans. Chas howled, "I'll get you fucker, that's cruel and cold!"
"Yeah, and that is what you get every time you draw attention to us streaking. Now strip off those soaked jeans before you catch your death of cold!" Ken pushed me out and did his usual morning wake-up thing. He met me at our tent, turned and seeing Chas trying to make it back to his tent unseen, gave out a high pitched whistle and shouted, "Hey, look at the bare-assed stud over there!" Laughing uproariously he turned back and entered out tent.
I told Ken that this wasn't over. Chas would find a way to get back. Ken chuckled and told me, "That way it will be a lot of fun on the trail and it will keep things lively and jumping. Come on get your jeans on and we'll march the gang to breakfast. Know any good marching songs?"
I didn't know about that, things have a way of getting out of proportion, Ken was playing with a sharp city kid, but then it was Ken's turf. This would be interesting to see develop. I was just hoping no one would get hurt.
We all ate a hearty breakfast. Ken suggested I grab several apples before we left the dining hall. He gathered the group for instruction, and we broke camp for our first day on the trail. We were headed for Rayado Base Camp. No roads, just burros and a trail that crossed the river 48 times. Now you eastern folk think of rivers several miles wide, while in the mountains it was maybe four or five foot wide and varied from two inches deep to several feet deep in area where it pooled.
Ken had cautioned me to wear cotton socks, under a pair of wool socks, and to fold them down over my hiking boots. He suggested that I tell my crew of sixteen to do the same.
As my gang packed up and we assembled with the packs lined up. The other crews followed our example. Ken went through the empty tents, checked the site and led us over to the burro corral. The burros would take bedrolls and the equipment pannier boxes of dried foods. We were all expected to carry our own knapsacks.
The wrangler turned out to be Sam. He greeted me with a big smile and asked if I slept well last night. I smiled back, and told him the best night so far. He snickered and said, "I'll bet it was! This here your crew of boys? Get 'em over here and I'll show you the proper way to load a burro so you don't loose anything on the trail."
We spent the next hour getting everything into the boxes, and onto the burros. Sam urged us to constantly check the chinch strap, as burros were notorious for inflating their belly and expelling air as they walked, thus loosing the cinch and dropping the payload on the ground, specifically in the river if at all possible. Ornery damn animals! Sam checked each and every burro, punching them in the gut and pulling the cinch really tight. Finally satisfied, he wished us well and turned us loose on the trail.
Ken took lead and suggested I bring up the rear. He handed me a switch and told me to use it on any laggard, man or beast. And we were off on the great adventure...thirty-two teenagers, two crew leaders and two adults mixed between twelve burros lead by Ken, our trail guide.
The small stream these cowboys called a river turned treacherous. The lead burros pulled water up onto the mud banks at each crossing, making it that much slipper for those that followed. We lost two loads to the river, and the boys, being tired, didn't rescue their bedrolls until the river wet them good. Do you know how verbally crude an angry teen can be? Well, I found a lot of new cuss words on that trip and so did the burros. After four hours we made the outskirts of the camp.
Ken suggested that the expert fly fishermen get out the rods and reels and start fishing for trout to supplement the evening meal. Ken suggested that we two crew leaders get the boys with wet bedroll busy finding firewood to build a fire and try to dry their bedding.
Meanwhile, the kitchen crew set up and started to boil water for the dry food. He told the young man fetching water not to pull it from the stream because a lot of cattle use it for a toilet. Ken told them to use the provided spigot for drinking and cooking water. Then Ken sat back and watched the mayhem unfold. He didn't tell us it took longer to boil water at this altitude.
Every now and again, Ken would take mercy on one of the crew and give them what he considered helpful hints. He'd then return to his log and sit back watching. One of the adult leaders came over and asked him why he wasn't helping the crews. Big mistake.
"I'm your guide. This isn't my adventure. I can take you over some easy trails and I can just as easily take you over some rough trails. All depends how you treat me. Treat me like a gentleman and follow my lead and you'll have a good time. You catch my drift?" He stared down our Advisor, who replied, "Mmmm, yes, I see your drift!" The Advisor packed his pipe and sat down next to Ken to watch.
The fishing guys came back with forty nice-sized brown trout. Ken told the cooking crews to melt butter in the iron skillets. Then taking one good-sized trout, showed them how to gut the fish, discard the entrails into a can, fillet it, flour it, and drop it into the hot melted butter. My gang soon got the hang of it, and became experts in reconstituting the dried meal packs. Along with the fish, we had macaroni basted in a good tasting tomato sauce. With Ken's guidance my crew had some greens in addition. The Dutch ovens had peach cobbler simmering. Lots of bug juice for thirsty teens, coffee for the adults, and hot chocolate for those who wanted to fool with the dry powder.
After our first trail dinner, I made sure the cleanup crew did a good job cleaning the cooking utensils and getting the foodstuff stored properly. I made sure they took the fish entrails far from the campsite and buried them on the hillside across the river.
Ken came to me later and suggested (he was always suggesting) that I get my crew to the showers and cleaned up for bedtime. "What, they have showers up here?" was my reply.
"Yes, smart ass, we do. If you'll follow me I'll show you how it works. Get your guys assembled with their toilet articles and I'll take you to it. They can show the others after they get cleaned up."
Ken led me and my sixteen dirty-faced teens down to a log cabin near the river. Around back he showed us the fire pit of rocks over which was suspended and large metal tank with pipes leading into the tank bottom and out the top and into the cabin. He showed the fire crew what to do and took the rest of us back to the cabin front. He showed us the wash stand and explained how to scrub jeans and socks to get them clean.
Inside the cabin, on the left were benches and hooks on the wall where we could change clothes. On the right was the shower room, with several showerheads along the walls pointed to the room's center, where a drain was located in the floor. Simple, but effective.
Ken whispered to me, "This is where we get to see all their little willies and round butts." He continued to explain that we needed to supervise so they didn't waste all the hot water. "Remember how long it took for that water to boil for dinner? Same story here, and that well water comes in mighty cold."
Ken went back to the fire pit and laughed. "If you guys want hot water, you're going to have to keep that fire roaring hot. Better build it up." He laid a hand on the tank to demonstrate that it wasn't even warm. "When that tank is hot to touch, then you can take a shower. Or maybe some of you like cold showers?" The kids chopped more firewood and stoked the fire around the tank.
Once the tank got hot, he had the teens strip naked. "Now there isn't that much hot water in that tank, so I'll show you how to be efficient. Come on Larry, strip and I'll show them how its done." I was amazed at how quickly he shucked his clothes. He looked at me. "Okay, don't be shy, we're all guys here with the same equipment, maybe some bigger, some smaller. Nothing to be em-barr-assed, (did I say that?), about."
I walked into the shower area and stood where he indicated, willing my cock not to spring out, shivering from the cold concrete floor. He held a washcloth and a bar of soap in his hand. He turned on a shower, which hit me full on. I danced at the cold water.
He grinned at me. "Damn sissy!" and my teens laughed at his joke. I was sure he was joking. He stepped into the shower and got wet as well. "Now we turn the shower off, and with the wash cloth we soap up. It helps if your buddy does you and you do him." He handed me the cloth and had one in his hand. He had me turn my back to him, scrubbed me up and down, then had me scrub his back. Then facing each other we proceeded soaping from neck to, yeah, the groin area. Ken was quite thorough and that got a lot of stares and whispers. I returned the favor by cupping his balls and stroking his prick, which started filling out nicely. This brought quite a few gasps from the teens. Ken seemed to eat this up, and bent over and told me to wash out his ass crack. Unflustered, I did so working the cloth over his pucker and all round his smooth ass cheeks.
Standing up, he turned on the shower and we both rinsed off in hot water, surprise!
"Okay, buddy up and get to a shower head." He turned off our shower and watched the crew buddy up at a showerhead. "Okay, Okay, get wet and soap up and turn those showers off." He turned to me, "We ain't finished yet, bend over and I'll get your ass crack for you." I did, and he did, and I rinsed off. We toweled dry and dressed in clean jeans and t-shirts.
As the gang rinsed off and started to towel dry, Ken stood and made comments on how good looking some were, kidding other on their nice ass, or long dong, even taking note of who had a lot of pubic hair. It made me embarrassed for the teens, and I knew I was blushing. Ken knew it, too, and it only made him comment more. Unknown to shy me, the kids ate it up, he was a regular guy to them and some of them started posing and flaunting their young equipment to him. He'd whistle and hoot, and that just egged them on. I couldn't take any more.
"Okay guys, lets get dressed and back to the camp site, you can tell the others how to get here." I heard a lot of groans and moans and wondered about that. Did I have a crew of nudista? Ken nodded for me to follow him out.
"What, you killed their fun. They were enjoying themselves. You actually were blushing with embarrassment in there. Wait till I get you in bed tonight, you'll really have something to be shy about!" He put his arm around me and we walked up to the campsite.
It got dark rather quickly up in the mountain. Ken asked if they wanted to have a campfire, but the trip up had tired them and they chose just to go sack out. The guys drifted off to their tents and sat at the openings talking softly to each other as they readied for bed. Ken put one small log on the cook fire and it gave just the right glow to the campsite. Our adult Advisor wished us good night and he turned in. Ken sat next to me and hugged me close to him. His hand rubbed up and down my back, feeling the muscles, grasping my neck and squeezing. I tilted my head and body toward him. He was so romantic when he wanted to be. This was so different from what his persona was during the day.
Charles came over, said his gang was all tucked in. I separated from Ken's hug and sat a slight bit apart. Chas came and sat next to Ken. He inquired as to what the activities were for tomorrow. Ken replied, "Whatever you want them to be. There's the beaver pond, the gold panning, you can get your woodsman requirements done, and you'll need to scout out firewood, more fishing for trout, or you can just go out looking."
Chas thought that was neat; they could do anything. Ken cautioned him to keep together in groups, as there were wild animals in the area. "Yeah, like what?" asked Chas. "Oh, like black bear, mountain lions, ornery sheep, big cattle, that kind of thing!" replied Ken with a grin, watching Charles' face. "And then there is getting lost, which would be real easy for your greenhorns. So don't screw around, stay in groups of five or six, take a lot of water and maybe some snacks. Come on Larry, let's turn in. Night Chas, sweet dreams!"
Ken waited for me to get up on the platform and enter the tent. I rolled out our bedrolls, and sat down on mine. I started taking off my boots, when Ken asked, "Here, let me do that!" and he proceeded to remove my boots, then peel off my socks. He gave each foot a good massage, working the toes and ball of each foot, then the arch and back to the Achilles' heel tendon. After that he proceed up the back of my calf, to my knee, then sliding both of his warm hands up my inner thigh. I laid back and threw my hands up over my head giving out a blissful sigh. "That feels so good, Ken!"
"Yeah, it does, you all relaxed baby?" He was now pulling off my jeans, having opened the brass buttons down the front. He reached up and cupped both ass cheeks with his hands. He was crouched between my spread legs. I could feel his warm breath move against my swelling pleasure pole. Ken's head dipped and I felt his tongue tip lift my loose hanging ball sack. Then a wet tongue tip traveled up my cock to my now throbbing glans head and into my navel, swirled there and as his body moved forward, his licking tongue reached my nipples, first the right, then the left one. He licked till the nipple making it hard and stand tall, then he'd nip with those gorgeous white teeth, biting just hard enough for me to take a sharp breath from the sharp pain, then he'd suck on it very hard. Then he moved to the other one and repeated the process. Do I need to tell you that I was squirming in pleasure? His hairy pubic area was doing a thing on my hard man meat, the course hair stimulating me even more, heightening my pleasure. His hands had slid my t-shirt up to my neck and over my head and it was acting as a binding on my stretched overhead arms. His hands slid back down my arms, his thumbs rubbing through my armpits, his lips nipping the flesh on my throat.
His body was now laid on top of me. How he had stripped, I'll never figure out, but he sure felt good. He was humping his hips on mine, our hard engorged cocks rubbing together becoming slick with precum. His upper body supported on his elbows, and his thumb and forefinger was pinching and pulling my hard nipples. His lips found my open mouth and came down to lock onto mine. His tongue entered and slid around my teeth, then stroked my upper palate, that hot point he had found earlier. All I could do was moan out my pleasure of it. He broke off, kissed my closed eyelids, the tip of my nose. Then I experienced his soft open lips glide around my throat, first one side then the other as if he were searching for a special spot. His teeth locked onto my trapezoid muscle. I convulsed in pleasure trying to bring my feet upward. He was sucking hard on the place he was biting. He was marking me as his own prize, the prize he was soon to take.
"I've wanted you so bad all day. It's been torture just watching you all day and knowing I couldn't express my love for you, till now. I want you baby, I want your ass again and I want to bring you to ecstasy, to one big mutual orgasm, then I want you to fuck me hard. Think you can do that? Of course, you will, you would do anything I ask you to do!"
His body slid downward, his brawny arms slid under my thighs and raised them up and down to my chest, exposing my ass hole to him. He licked and slurped around my straining cock, licked up the flowing precum that he caused, the sucked my balls one at a time. He was soon slipping a greased finger into my pucker, relaxing the sphincter, making the area slippery. He proceeded to open my ass till he had three fingers twisting and moving inside my rectum. He search for my prostate, found it and stroked it. More precum burst from my piss slit. He knelt between my spread ass cheeks, place the tip of his swollen cock head and leaned inward, thrusting his hips toward me.
He entered me in one long steady thrust. How does one explain the sensation to a person that has never been plowed by an expert like Ken? There is that slight sharp pain as the head spreads the sphincter muscle, then the muscle closing tightly on the shaft, and the sensation of his cock sliding past the nerves rendering extreme pleasure to your mind. Each thrust stimulating, building the pressure to shoot forth your sperm, to seek the ultimate release.
I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me grinning his pleasure, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, his muscular thighs slapping my taught ass cheeks in a steady rhythm, his eyes sparkling in the dim light, flashing a message of desire and fulfillment, his heavy breathing from his effort to get off, to send his cum and plant it deep in my ass regions. My legs dangled over his arms at the elbow. I was getting close; he could feel my pubic muscle tightening, grasping his member.
"Here it comes lover, my gift to you tonight, take it, take my seed, let it be a part of you, oh god you are such a good fuck," came out of his mouth in a staccato, a few words of the sentence with each thrust of his hips. He dropped my legs and fell forward over me, his stomach pressing down on my softened pecker, his hips burying in deep as his hot seed made itself known deep in my bowels. His upper body supported his outstretched arms, his head hanging down between his broad shoulders. Such a hunk. I was so proud to give him all that pleasure. He lowered his torso till his lips met mine and we locked our tongues together.
He was sliding his hips and soft cock in my cum that had spurted out onto my stomach and chest as we both reached a mutual orgasm. Ken was grinning now, "You did it again baby, we are lubed to the hilt!" He slid backward and started to lick my chest and abdominals clear of the cum juice. He stretched his handsome body next to me, supporting his head with hand and elbow. Looking down at my very relaxed body, he asked, "Okay, now it's your turn to fuck my willing ass. I want you to experience what I just had, it was terrific and each time gets better. You up for it?"
I laughed at him. "Are you serious, my pecker is as soft as an over ripe banana. I am so relaxed, I just want to go to sleep. Come cuddle with me."
"Nah, first you fuck me in the ass, I want you. I want your seed planted deep in me. I want to seal our bond. I want us to be ass hole buddies in the true sense of the word." He proceeded to lick and suck my soft prick, making it harden again, and his hands caressed all the right places that built that consuming want in my groin. He was on all fours in short order, and I was kneeling behind him. I grasp the tube of lube and put a glob of it on his red pucker. I proceeded to work my fingers into his ass and felt and watched as his hole opened and closed when I withdrew the fingers. "Now, Larry! I want you inside me NOW!" he demanded. He pleaded and I complied with a slow, steady thrust until I was buried up to my pubic hair and my ball sack slapped against his. I started slow and was building up the tempo. He was backing into my forward thrust, seeking to make my cock drive deeper up into his rectum. I felt his nut rub against my swollen hard shaft as I stuffed inward, and it stroked me when I pulled outward.
I came quickly, being the novice I was. I thrust deeply and felt my pubic muscles contract and pulse; he cried with the feeling of my hot cum being deposited inside him. He was murmuring how good it felt, how we were now brothers, how wonderful he felt at the moment of our second orgasm of the night. I was still embedded up his ass as we lowered ourselves sideward. We lay spooned together. I reached back, grabbed the top of the bedroll and drew it over us, and fell asleep, Ken locked in my arms
We awoke to a terrible scream. Then silence. "What the hell was that?" I mumbled half awake, but aware I'd heard something, not quite sure it was real or a dream. Ken snuggled back into me and mumbled, "Go back to sleep!" I was back asleep in quick order.
I awoke to hear a lot of hushed voices. Ken was gone, but the bedroll was still warm where he had laid all night. I rolled on my back and concentrated on the voices, attempting to decipher them. I heard a new voice, one I didn't recognize; our Advisor's voice, which sounded strained, and Ken's calm, reassuring tone.
"It was a mountain lion sometime last night, down in the meadow below your camp," said the Ranger. "Got itself an antelope. It's still laying there, the antelope, that is. Better tell your guys to leave it alone and stay away from the area. That lion has got to be close by, just waiting till it's hungry again. It and some other unsavory critters will be around all day. Any of your guys fool around with that dead antelope and the lion may have him for a snack. Now you've been warned, warn your boys and enforce the stay-away rule. Ken, I'll be up at the lodge if you need me. I've got a high powered rifle up there and it's loaded."
"Okay Ranger. I'll make sure all the boys understand the danger. I'll pass on what to do if they do run into that lion or coyotes brought into the area by the blood smell." I heard the tent flaps open and Ken crawled back into tent. He saw that I was awake and he asked, "You heard the conversation?"
"Yeah, now strip and crawl back in bed so we can snuggle some more till the guys get breakfast started." I watched him take off his jean jacket, exposing his well-formed chest and abs. He opened his pants fly and slipped his jeans down to his untied boots. He knelt in front of me, letting me take a good look. His soft penis cuddled on top of his firm ball sack, right between two well-defined thighs. He had a light brown nest of pubic hair just on top of the base of his penis, and I made out that small line up to his navel button. He had a few developing brown hairs in the crevice of his pecs. "I love the way your eyes devour my body...it is so sexy babe!" Having said that, he crawled back into the sack with me and we cuddled, caressed, and spoke soft words to each other. Kisses were exchanged and cocks swelled between us, demanding our attention, demanding soft fingers stroking, squeezing. We dozed lazily.
The loud voice of our Advisor woke us. Ken got up, dressed and left me alone in the tent. Ken went about waking all the crews, issuing the Ranger's warning to stay away from the dead antelope in the meadow below our campsite. He suggested the crews get busy getting breakfast started. By the time he returned to the tent, I'd finished dressing and was ready to supervise my teens prepare breakfast of powdered scrambled eggs, oatmeal, powdered milk mixture, toasted biscuits prepared last night, and hot coffee to take the morning chill out of us.
Clean-up went well. I complemented my sixteen young men for working efficiently as a team and told them I was proud of them. Their teamwork would make this a great time. I explained the activity options, repeated the Ranger's warning about the lion kill in the meadow, reiterated they traveled in two groups of eight, and turned them loose. Charles wasn't so lucky. He had a few malingers in his group and had to deal with them. He pointed out that my guys were already spreading out having fun exploring the area.
Ken pulled me aside and said that he had something of interest to show me. I grabbed our canteens, checked to make sure they were filled. I reported to our Advisor what my two groups of teenagers had decided to do, that Ken and I were going to hike out to a nearby area of a plane crash site. He stated that it was okay; he'd hang around camp, maybe do a little fly-fishing and write some journal entries about the trip so far.
Ken and I hiked upward over what he called a ridge and to a sheer solid rock wall. "This is what you wanted to show me, a sheer rock wall, what, mineral deposits? A gold deposit?" I turned looking over the area, and turned back, Ken was gone. "Ken, where are you?"
"Right here," came out of the wall. "Walk right up to the wall, and look to your right!"
"Stupid!" I exclaimed, but did what he told me to do. Yep, there he was standing in a narrow passageway that was hidden from sight by the overlapping sheer wall. I joined him as he led the way into a small meadow area. A beautiful turquoise lake in the center.
Ken walked to a large, flat rock, climbed up to it and started stripping off his clothes. "Hey, we going skinny-dipping?" I asked as I joined him, removing my clothes.
"Hell no, that water is really cold! Its spring feed from the snow fields." I wasn't deterred and ran down to the lake and with one mighty jump went in. I shot back to the surface and tore out of that water. It was ice cold. I walked toward a laughing Ken, slapping my arms across my chest and bringing up my knee to my chest in an effort to keep my balls from falling off --- frozen.
Ken was stretched out on the flat rock in the sun. "I told you it was cold, get up here with me and lay on the rock. The sun is warming it up." I climbed up and lay face down, my body absorbing the heat out of the rock face. Ken started rubbing my back to restore the circulation, and then his hands went down to the backs of my thighs to get circulation going. He was soon caressing my ass cheeks.
"Hi guys." Chas appeared, walking toward us. "Whatcha doing? As if I didn't know! Caught in the act, aren't yah. I heard your moans and groans last night and investigated. I know you were fucking around. I want in or the Advisor gets told about it!" We looked at him standing spread-legged, hands on hips, and chin jutting forward, daring us to reply.
Without moving, Ken just replied, "You got it all wrong, Charles. We just went skinny-dipping and are letting the sun dry us off. You ought to try it, really stimulating."
"Yeah," replied Chas, "that's a good idea! Don't mind if I do." He stripped and I got a good look at his body as I gazed over my folded arms in front of me. He headed for the water, walking real cocky like. I turned to watch his progress. I wished I had my 8mm movie camera with me. It was comical. He ran and jumped into the lake, as I had, but I don't think his body entered the water, just skimmed the surface as he dashed for the shoreline.
"That mother fucker is cold." He shouted as he bounced on the shore. He did a real Indian dance for us and he made his way back toward us. Ken was in hysterics, laughing and choking from laughing so hard. I was just smirking. Chas had got taken again.
"Come on up here on the rock face and lay next to me, Charley me boy." After Chas stretched out, Ken rose up and knelt between our stretched out bodies. He had a hand on my butt and on Chas' round ass cheek. He was softly caressing us. "Now tell me again what you thought you heard last night while snooping around." And his slapped Chas' ass cheeks a good one.
"Ow, that hurt!' Chas confessed that he had heard us last night in our tent and knew what was happening from all the panting and moans. He explained that he was horny, too!
"Okay Chas, what do you want, to suck cock or get screwed in the ass." Asked Ken in a soft serious voice. I got the implication right off. Ken knew what Charley wasn't saying.
"Hey, I'll suck cock, love to do it. I'm a real cock hound back home."
"Okay, then get to work on Larry here, show me your technique." He grabbed Chas by the back of his neck and directed his face to my crotch. Chas took a couple of deep breaths, "You smell good!" and slurped the tip of my hardening swelling cock head. He began soft kisses with his full lips, flicked the shaft with his tongue and then with the flat of his tongue went from the base to the tip, then extending his tongue out over his bottom teeth, swallowed my cock deep down his throat. I felt his throat muscles squeeze and that pressure when you swallow, it was like his throat caressing my cock head.
"Oh, he's good, really good, Ken, almost as good as you!" I looked over Chas' back. Chas had his hands on my thighs and was doing deep head pushups on my cock. Ken moved between his legs, pushed his knees wider. He slapped Chas ass cheek and told him to spread his legs more. Chas complied and Ken bent forward, like he was getting ready to examine Charles bung hole, real close, then he spit up a hawker that landed just above Chas pink pucker. I knew Ken was watching as it slid down to Chas pink bud.
Ken gave Chas another slap on the ass cheek, hard. Chas winched in pain. His mouth opened wider around my cock and Ken pushed his head down hard. "Keep sucking on that cock, boy. You like the feel of that spit covering your ass hole? Huh? Yeah, well you're going to love this!" and he thrust his hard steel rod into Chas' ass ring. Chas tried to rise, but Ken's hand on the small of his back prevented him. Ken gave him another crack on the ass, and thrust inward and then pulled out, cracked him on the ass and thrust inward. Each of Ken's thrust force Chas to swallow my cock to the hilt. Chas started moaning and Ken exclaimed how tight his ass was around his prick. He asked me if all city guys are this tight holed. "Larry, you got to get some of this after I fill him with my hot cream." Ken was like a fine tuned machine, his hips flexing back and forth.
Ken broke out in a sweat, his hands were now gripping Chas' hips and he was slapping his thighs against Chas' ass cheeks. He was speeding his thrust and Chas was just moaning in pleasure around my cock. I had leaned backward on my knees and just watched the action, trying to control my oncoming orgasm. Ken gave a rebel yell and collapsed over Chas' back, his arm wrapping around him and then he pulled back up with him and of course, Chas let go my cock as I shot my sperm into the air. Ken held Chas close to his body, then released him.
Chas dropped back down on all fours, the fell sideways and sprawled on his back on the warm stone. His boner stood glistening in the air. Ken's glazed eyes saw it and he fell down to engulf the entire shaft deep into his throat and started sucking, licking, kissing, nipping and biting Chas' bone.
Chas, Charles, was humping up, yelling, "oh my god, oh my god, oh, ah, aah, argh!"
At that moment Ken pulled off and we watched as Chas shot once over his shoulder, the second on his chin, the third on his chest, and the rest of his cum dribbled into his navel dimple. Ken immediately went about licking and slurping it up. Chas just laid like a dead man, whimpering and exclaiming how he'd never come like that before.
Tilting his head upward to look at Ken said, "You can do that to me anytime you want to, shit, I've never came that hard or long before. It was amazing. Larry, did he do that to you in the tent last night?"
I smiled and replied, "Yes, that and more, much more. Glad you liked it." I looked down and with a finger scrapped up the cum on my chest and abs, then cleaned that finger with my tongue.
"Jeez, that is sexy! Come over here baby and kiss me deep." I scooted over to Ken, and we gripped each other's biceps, our lips meeting, our tongues dueling for dominance. As we swapped spit, Chas came over and licked his way between our faces. It was a kiss fest like I never experienced before. Three young studs, kneeling together, swapping their spit, licking face, kissing closed eyelids, licking into ear lobes. It felt good, it felt natural and it was exciting.
Chas collapsed first, saying he was exhausted and laid full length on the stone, I broke off and laid down beside him, and Ken laid on Chas' other side. We laid there absorbing the warm sun, our hands caressing, our feet rubbing together. We were complete and utterly three relaxed dudes enjoying life, snoozing in the warm sunlight.
All too soon, Ken got up and strode to the lake. He walked over to where the sun was still shining on the lake. He walked into the lake a few feet, then squat down. I watched while his hand splashed water into his groin, and he was fingering his ass, rubbing his cock and balls in the water. I began to wonder why he didn't find the water ice cold. He stood, turned round and walked back to us, grinning.
You're probably wondering why I didn't find the water cold, so before you ask I'll tell you a little known fact, the upper two inches of water are warmed by the sun, while the deeper you go the colder it gets. It's a fact! Both Chas and I dashed to the shore, like to wash up.
Ken was already dressed and tying his bootlaces. "Better be heading back before they send out scout parties for us, not that they'd find this place unless they knew about it. Hey, Chas, how'd you find us?"
"Saw Larry disappear and been following you for awhile. This is really a neat place."
We both finished dressing while Ken waited for us, skipping flat stones on the lake. There wasn't much talking as we went back down the ridge and into the campsite. The teens were drifting in and telling us of their individual adventures of the day. Some one started getting the fire started and put water on to boil.
Ken told me he was going on down to the showers to get the fire started heating that tank of water, and he'd be back in time for dinner. I took out my journal and recorded my thoughts and put in cryptic notes so I could remember my wonderful time in the hidden valley with Ken and Chas. I noted that Chas hadn't said much since we got back, but then he was busy ordering his sixteen wild teens on what to do. I was thankful that mine knew what to do and set about doing it with out any direction from me. I made a mental note to mention that to them at dinner tonight.
After dinner was cleaned up, we went as a group down into the meadow to see what was left of that antelope the mountain lion took last night. We found some fur, blood spots, a few bits of flesh and crushed flattened grass, but no carcass. Apparently, while the group was out scouting the sites, the lion had returned and took the carcass away.
One of the crews had built a huge fire in the fire pit and we all gathered round to sing some cowboy songs and swap stories. Four of the group put on a silly skit about a champion distance spitter. While the skit was going on, Ken leaned toward me and whispered, "I know a guy that has a real spitter, Chas!" We both snickered at the pun. Chas turned to look at us and grinned and shook his head. After the campfire burned down, and the teenagers had made the trip to the shower house and were turning in, Ken suggested we go down and get our shower and turn in for some fun and games.
Yeah, there is more to follow - jeez, at least 25 more fun filled episodes.
My Journey
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