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A Connoisseur's Feast

By: blondeallover_00



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. 


A Connoisseur's Feast Ch. 02



By now, their sassy admonitions had become boring and obnoxious. "You'd better not come to our campus to suck cock Uncle Blonde. The campus jocks there don't like cocksuckers anywhere close to them. They kick the ass of anybody they suspect who is queer about other guys."

"That's right, Uncle Blonde! Short skinny guys have been put in the hospital just for being suspected of being queer. Turns out most o' them were just underdeveloped nerds."

"Fuck the both of you", I retorted. "Your simple-minded campus hardly sounds like an objective bastion of tolerance, academic or otherwise. Anyone who pays tuition money to such a Neanderthalic institution is pissing it away."

It was not my idea to be traveling cross-country with my cognitively challenged nephews. My meddling older sister imposed her inconvenient arrangements and now I was compelled to make a return visit to my aunt and uncle's western ranch in the company of her like-minded, nosy, dim-witted student offspring. It seems the slackers lacked the industriousness to seek out summer jobs. When my plans for a two week sojourn to consult with my uncle about his ranching business became common knowledge in my family, my sister thought it would be constructive to have her boys tag along and "sit-in" to maybe learn something. The only thing I could think would be constructive, would be to gag them for the whole trip and insist they collect the horse manure for the fertilizer market. The older dolt, Todd was in his first year at graduate school as an MBA candidate. The younger, Jeb was a business major about to enter his junior year. They both attended a public sponsored university in a state that neighbored my Appalachian home. They both could care less about the curriculum and sought their major study because "that's where the bucks are." They carped on endlessly about professional and college sports statistics, although neither was sufficiently coordinated enough to even consider an athletic career on any level. I feared their presence at the ranch was going to crimp my opportunity for intense sexual reunion with my "buff" cowboy interest. At least I had to share little in the driving, as my sister's spacious van served as the comfortable mode of transportation.

Occasionally the brothers' behavior together on the drive surprised me and suggested a deeper fraternal bond than I might otherwise have suspected. When we traveled off the interstate to find a lunch spot, we passed a majestic log A-frame atop a wooded hill. They sat almost intimately close together, "cheek-to-cheek" as it were, to inspect the attractive home more carefully. When something else caught their eye at the side of the road that met their approval, they would often grasp and grope each other about the arms and shoulders in their enthusiasm. Until then, I had never thought our family especially "touchy feely".

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Upon our arrival at the ranch, sure enough, they behaved obnoxiously about everything, always underfoot of everything that both the ranch hands and I needed to accomplish "Can't you do something to carouse these ignorant assholes out o' here, Blonde?", one of them inquired with irritation. 

"I will see if I can't get my uncle to put them on shoveling horse shit detail", I replied in wry frustration. Would that that were true. Instead, they were a drag in my efforts to revise the ranch's computer management. They asked incessantly stupid questions and cracked dim-witted jokes in response to my resentful explanations. Speaking of resentment, I could read it on the face of my newly reunited interested man. Rather than encounter his dirty looks, I would rather see his expression of sensual overload as I fervently sucked on his irresistible cock. 

"Why did you bring their sorry stupid asses out here with you?" The tone of his voice matched his facial body language. I explained the quandary I had been placed in. After all, they were just as much family members to my aunt and uncle as I. Bob and I somehow managed to arrange a short meeting alone in one of the stables late in the day, as my nephews had expressed a desire to watch some inane action/comedy "rerun" on cable. His mood changed as I daringly and confidently reached down and stroked the inside of his upper thigh, the object of my long yearnings instantly plumping and bulging against the tight fabric of Bob's old fashioned close fitting jeans. He stretched his well defined taut limbs and torso to facilitate my studious unfastening of his stainless fly buttons. My impatient probing fingers felt the heat emanate to those sturdy trousers from the thick manly treasure that so hungrily anticipated an enthralling exposure. The pungent saucy aroma of his powerful excitement exhaled deeply from the opening flaps of the concealing garment, dizzily intensifying my own ardor for passionate contact. Reaching in and just feeling the velvety heated surface of the long prize I was about to grasp and pry out in to the open, I heard a shuffle at the barn door. 

The noisy latch heralded a swinging door. "Uncle Blonde, if you're in there, dinner's ready and you know how Aunt Faith hates it when people are late at the dinner table." My younger nephew's nasal monotone couldn't have been more unwelcome 

"Predictable timing from that brain dead asshole", I whispered. My partner in impending intimacy didn't respond. In obvious disgust, he hurriedly buttoned up and prepared to leave.

During the next day, unnoticed by others, I managed to talk Bob into another attempt at a barnyard tryst. That night, I actually had his splendid succulent salami and his profuse pendulous balls withdrawn and aching for my purposeful intentions. My fingers were quivering with the joy at having this unequalled phallic profusion in my possessive grasp, once again. Zealously eager for a taste, I leaned forward for decisive contact with my salivating tongue and lips. Once again, our urges were thwarted by the noise of the squeaking hinges of the opening barn door. "Shit!!" Bob whispered in frustration to our scuttle to hide ourselves in an empty stall. 

My entering nephews, so engrossed in their own inane babble, did not detect the rush to conceal ourselves. "Jeez, those 'Baywatch' chicks get me so horny and hard."

"Yeah!", responded Todd. "I always feel like I am going to bust a nut and cream my shorts right on the spot."

"Well thanks for sharing the fantasy, Bro'. We can always pretend that one o' them is working our puds." Jeb swung around seemingly in search of something. "That hay pile looks comfortable." The two sauntered to the edge of a small haystack situated just across from the stall where we hid. To our astonishment, in plain view of both of us through cracks in the stall gate, we could observe them unfastening and pull down their baggy shorts to reveal their slick ended hard cocks. They both sported roughly 7" of cut meat. Todd's had a relatively small dark red dickhead, but a vein bulging healthy girthed shaft. Jeb, by contrast, had a slender slightly curved shaft, but a blooming mushroom-like purple head. They both had a mature mat of dark brown man tuft wisping from the region of their organs, Todd eliciting a spare patch from his slightly low hung discernable nut sac. 

Bob and I were stuck in a spell of silent hypnosis, entranced by imagining what might be their next motions. They kicked away their shorts and leaned into a sitting position on the stack. 

"Hoo-hoo!", chanted Jeb. "Wouldn't it feel great if they came down on us on this stuff?" Todd was now manipulating his thick tool with three fingers and a thumb. As both started to pick up the pace of self-coitus. One must have issued a signal missed by my companion and I in surreptitious concealment. They suddenly switched off and the hands that were studiously stroking now reached over and grasped the manipulated dongs of each other. Stroking each other in gratuitous sex play, they both let loose moans of gratification in the sharply intensifying pleasure of the moment. The two reddening meats swelling even harder to the incessant pumping, they both seemed transfixed, as if the urgent motions of their fists and arms were somehow detached from the rest of them. Little muffled yells sounded from both their slightly gaping mouths as their bursting cocks reached the eruption point. We caught the scent of their seed as first one and shortly after, the other, spurted little squirts of their loads of jizz. I was determined to jolt the little pricks with a bad fright by revealing myself before the hand jobbers' final orgasmic spasms ended their handiwork. I punched the stall door open and practically lunged at them. 

"Uncle Blonde!", one of them yelped with an almost guilt-ridden look of terror on their red faces. Sure enough, as they both leapt to their feet, they could not conceal their still bobbing seed-seeping cocks while crouching down to pull up their shorts.

"Well look what we got, here", I crowed triumphantly. "Wouldn't the heroic jocks of your campus be interested in watching just what went on here. What do they think of brothers who fiddle each other?"

"It 's not what you think", the younger one sheepishly piped up. "Besides why were you here with one of Uncle Raymond's hands?" 

"Nothing you aren't already aware of, you perverted little hypocrite. Far be it for you two to be up front about what it is that turns you on."

Bob soaked in this whole incident with obvious amusement. "Now don't be so hard on your kin, Blonde." He spoke with a sly "shit eating" grin the whole time. "That was a real nice show they put on. Looks like they might enjoy some fun times with us."

Now Todd spoke up. "Fuck you! In your dreams, faggot". His look of consternation, hostile as it was, was not convincing.

Bob feigned alarm and concern with a comical expression. "Oh, I wouldn't be so 'put out' if I were you. I'm sure your Uncle knows a few buddies of you guys who might find your brotherly attentions real interesting. Of course, no one would need to know how it is you two get along so well, provided you get along with us just the way we want you to for the remainder of your stay here in the 'wild wild west'. By now, Bob was beaming again and flashed me a wink at the conclusion of his proposition.

Of course, I caught the gist of his conversation. "Hmm, . . I remember Gregg Monsanto, the captain of the school track team lives right down the street from you guys." I confirmed with confidence. The two "jerk-offs" were squirming with discomfort. We had them right where we wanted them and they were ripe for the plucking. "He doesn't have to know anything about it if, for starters, you suck Bob's dick, here and now, Jeb. Wait 'til you see the size of his awesome banana."

Pretending not be worried, he tries to fend me off. "You're bluffing, Uncle Blonde."

I stand right up to him and look him straight in the eye, inches from his face. "Do you really want to take that chance, you obnoxious twerp. I know your school's web-site. I know how to access the undergraduates' profiles and e-mail addresses. Make me do that and make my day." 

For a minute, we just stood there. Finally, Jeb sheepishly nodding in Bob's direction, asked, "well isn't he going to pull it out?"

"Fuck no!!!", I whined. "You do that. On your hands and knees, buddy. And, when he shoots, you swallow." Bob leaned against the stall gate with his ever-present grin. He spread his legs open and thrust his hips out slightly in an exaggerated stance, letting out a low-pitched forced chuckle. His generous bulge was conspicuous to all and for the first time, I realized I was going to be envious of my nephew. The look of disgust on his face intensified as, on his knees, he realized he was going to have to struggle with Levi buttons to release the focused object of his coercion. The scent of Bob's sex hit my nostrils as Jeb reached in the open fly to procure from concealment the ultimate manifestation of male desirability. My envy increased continuously almost to the point of maddening jealousy as almost all 8.5" of the sweetly smoking sumptuous sausage was unleashed from binding concealment on proud display to all present company, gently handled and in the careful grasp of my not so disinterested younger nephew. His eyes widened to the circumference of silver dollars. His older brother standing next to me, let out a muffled gasp upon complete exposure. The expression on his face revealed a pique of apparent undistracted fascination. 

In an instant, Jeb was upon him. Lips and tongue were embracing the well-sculpted elongated glans with a kiss of intent oral attentions. Evidently, strong suction and flailing tongue were working their way down the ruggedly veined shaft in what at first appeared an effort to fulfill a task quickly and get it over with. My nephews did not appreciate the experience of an old cocksucker they had in their uncle. Through personal experience and watching other masters over the years, I know when an oral server is being seduced by the throbbing and twitching organ he has given himself to. I could see the subtle ways he started to work the succulent meat in his mouth; the way he would artfully shift the cock from one place in oral location to another, pressing it now against one cheek, shift it now back to the entry of his throat, loving firm caresses by the tongue deep in the underside of his shaft to all around his pliant head. His mouth became a hungering sieve for the elegant pulsing flesh that livened so appreciatively to all the warm wet complex applications.

"I believe your skills run in the family, Blonde." Bob was whispering loudly as he soothed himself in the delicious delirium focused on his pillar of pleasure. "I am going to squirt a hot load for this sucker to feed on. . . . . Any second, now!" True to form, Bob's legs quivered, the veins of his neck stuck out, and he grinned a toothy wince as sultry orgasmic spasms flinched his body. I knelt down almost intimately next to my suckling nephew to take note of the movements of his neck and jaw. True to form, I was convinced he was feeding and swallowing his captive's love offering as it spewed from the flinching fleshy faucet within his gripping mouth.

"You done your uncle proud." I patted Jeb patronizingly on the shoulder as Bob was packing up and buttoning up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Todd watched every careful detail of Bob's ensuing flaccidity and the way he coiled his snake-like private back into careful privation.

"We both could see you liked it a lot, you pervert." 

"Fuck you Todd", Jeb protested. "You seem to enjoy yourself when you suck my dick."

A look of surprised outrage crossed Todd's face. "Shut the fuck up, you big-mouthed twerp. Just wait 'til the next time your horny ass wants my cock reaming you up there. I am going to shove something up it so you will never be able shit again, let alone get fucked."

Bob and I stepped in as the two nearly came to aggressive blows. "Cool down boys." Bob sounded genuinely conciliatory. "Judging from your confessions, there is no reason on God's green earth that any of us should be fightin' with the other. God damn, but we can get together and enjoy some fun and good times. Your Uncle Raymond wants me to take two horses to a distant trail. We can make a camping trip of it." 

This was the first I had heard of this. I later learned that my uncle had two skittish horses that were gentle with humans but intimidated by the other stallions. He had learned from experience that the best solution to such a problem was to have the steeds in question treated to a change in scenery. 

Bob's general disposition improved notably for the next two days before we set off.

He would beam whenever he saw me. He especially had reason to when the next evening I was finally able to savor his tantalizing tool to a tempestuous triumph of climactic release, relishing every drop of his salty spunk, without the potential for irksome interruption. He would wink and smile whenever he encountered either of my nephews. They on the other hand would avoid looking either of us in the eye. In fact, they seemed to deliberately avoid us. I was now able to pursue my tasks on behalf of my uncle unperturbed and in peace.

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"Hooeee, we're going to have us some ggooooooddd times!" Bob whelped as he drove my uncle's station wagon with the horse trailer in the back. My nephews just skulked in the back. "Now don't be like that. You can always lie and tell your 'college boy' friends you hooked up with some sweet cow girls on your trip west, . . . . provided you comply with your uncle's and my fun time activities. After all, sounds to me like you two have your own real 'close and personal' fraternity. You'd just be adding a couple new 'brothers' for a while." He winked at me with his ever-present grin. "Did you guys know how much your Uncle Blonde loves my cock. It's a struggle for him to keep his hands off my member, hard or soft. . . . Yep, it was your uncle who taught me about the fun guys can have with each other. Now, I'm always looking for like-minded boys, like you two. . . . Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, Blonde. I found that swimming hole I'd promised you. That's why we're driving further out to a state preserve and not the national forest. They have better horse trails there, anyway. I've decided the first thing we are going to do is unload at a discreet camping spot and lead the horses straight to the swimming spot." He nudged me before he continued. "There's no need for swim trunks since there is hardly anybody there on weekdays, anyway." He quickly turned his head to the back seat. "You boys got respectable builds. I'm sure you could care less if strangers come up on you naked."

As usual there was no response from the morose twosome, just a low moan from one of them. 

"When your Uncle Blonde pulls down his pants, he'll be sportin' a leaking boner. That's how happy he'll be to see me naked again." He let out his familiar silly giggle and playfully punched me on the shoulder. I just smiled and said nothing. Of course, he was right. I was already achingly hard in the car just thinking about our nude frolic.

"This I've got to see:. . . . Uncle Blonde naked with a boner!" Jeb spoke with that sassy tone.

Bob silenced him again. "Hell, you little nerd, before this trip is over, we'll be looking at hardly nothing but each others hard cocks." He shot him a menacing grimace via the rear view mirror. "Don't you think I won't inspect yours real careful. . . And that won't be the only naked thing you got I 'll inspect real close." All the vehicle passengers were quiet for the remainder of the drive.

In another gorgeous park, our campsite was discreet and well shaded. We unpacked and helped Bob unload the gentle horses and stirrup them only to lead them, not bothering with the saddles. We would not bother to pitch camp until after we set out on our first trails. The first trail was narrow and bordered by tall spruces. I was surprised when we reached a beach that turned out to be an inset cove of a much larger lake. Bob had brought corralling rope with him to secure the horses with trees, but leave them enough leeway at water's edge. He then sat down on the sand and started to remove his boots. He stopped to see the three of us just watching him. "What's the matter with your family? Are you easterners that bashful? Do I have to say it? Strip!! Get naked!! We can't enjoy the swimming if we all don't get bare assed." We did as we were told. I realized my nephews had well toned legs, but I did not realize what good definition they had in their hairless chests and abs until they took their shirts off. When I peeled away my briefs to free my hard cock, it was not just on Bob's account that I had been so stimulated. 




A Connoisseur's Feast Ch. 02



My nephews snickered at me, but I knew their dicks weren't normally so thick when they were exposed. They both had begun to swell. Bob thought on the same wavelength as I did. As the three of us began to enter the water as he was removing his jeans, he let out a whistle. "Get a load of the sweet asses on those nephews of yours, Blonde. It's not 'til they are in the altogether that we can see just how shapely those round cheeks really are. . . . I'm telling you boys, you really ought to spend time with men who are hot for other men. You would find out just how appreciated you really could be." He clowned around at the water's edge kicking the water with his big toe and toying with the band of his jockey shorts. He whistled what he must have imagined was a burlesque tune. He swayed his hips and played with his shorts band, jerking it up and down to flash his ample pubic tuft. I noticed my nephews watched this spectacle intently and their male parts swelled to the point where their dicks remained turgid in any bodily movement. Suddenly Bob turned around bent over and mooned us. This had the effect of triggering a rise from Todd's dick like a railroad barrier to stretch to its full 7". He tried to disguise his state by rushing to higher water above waist level, but he was caught by all of us. Bob kicked off his shorts running into the water like a frantic madman. "Come here college boy", he yelled. "I can tell you like what you see. . . It 's time for us to get more familiar." Todd started to swim out into deeper water. Bob, sensing that catching up to him may take considerable effort obviously chose to wait in the shallows. 

Pursing his lips and blowing kisses at my nephew further out in the water, he now bent his knees and lewdly stroked his now hard glorious 8.5" spell binder at the naked youth. "You can either come back and get some of this, or we will just put on our clothes, rustle up the horses and leave you here. You didn't remember how the trails branched from our camp-site. Do you want to be just left here and have to find your way back to our campsite, bare-assed naked? . . . . Look at us, man. You ain't got nuthin' the rest of us don't have. Look at the turned on hard dicks we got here, man." At this point our gender members were all at unconcealed full salute. "Please come back and join the fun. There is no need for anybody else but us three to know what happened this trip." A brief and silent pause followed but my older nephew must have willed to succumb to the seduction of the moment. With a great display of splashing and flailing limbs, he strenuously swam back to shore and ran out of shallower water into Bob's waiting arms, his own thickly excited external organ swaggering in the commotion. The passionate clash of the two dripping wet manly nude bodies in muscular embrace was a vision of unsurpassed sensuality for Jeb and me. We were both mesmerized into catatonic wonderment as we watched the spectacle of lip smacking and union of tongues and the sweeps of arms and hands in urgent exploration of each other's revealed nakedness. At one point, Bob was slightly crouched to suckle and nibble one of his partner's nipples as he studiously pinched the other, rolling the hardening point between thumb and forefinger.

"Fuck me!!" Todd spoke up for the first time since we had arrived at the lake. "I need you to shove that hot fat cock you've got into my horny ass, NOW!!" 

Despite the intimacy of their contact, this remark by Todd also took me aback. Bob decided to have fun with the blunt physical urges expressed by his new willing conquest.

He heartily stroked and pinched Todd's curvaceous ass cheeks as he inquired, "well I don't know. . . . I pack a powerful punch of big man meat. Do you think you can handle it?" 

"I have to. Please fuck me now."

"Well now, that sounds almost desperate. It sounds like your asshole has been fucked before. Do you want me to fuck you because it has been a while, or because the sight of my huge cock turns you on back there?"

By now, Todd was on all fours as Bob continued groping his posterior. He paused before he barely audibly mumbled, "it 's your cock".

"Speak up there friend, it sounds like you're chewing on corn bread."

"I want your cock, man. SHOVE it in, now! My hole is horny as hell for it."

"Is that so!" Bob amusingly mocked an inquisitive and almost philosophical expression. "Well now if you want my boner so bad, have you wanted other guys' cocks and had them bugger your sweet ass? . . . . This wouldn't be your first time, would it?"

Again, Todd did not respond right away. Finally, almost a humiliating admission, "it doesn't matter if it is my first time, I can feel that I NEED to be fucked by yours."

"By my what?" 

"By your COCK, you dumb shit: your hard meat, your boner, your erect dick, your woodie, your fat, long, man-sized hard-on." By now Todd was almost exasperatedly yelling at the top of his lungs. He was genuinely begging for it. 

Before Bob responded in speech, he knelt down and spread Todd's cheeks with his confident fingers to closely get a good look at his protege's puckering rose bud. He let out a whelp. "Yyeeeeee hhaaaaaaaa!! . . It 's too late to change your mind now, buddy boy. I'm going to fuck me some tight virgin hole. There is nothing more wonderful then workin' up some in and out action to pop fresh ass cherry."

By now, I had reached inside my ever present knapsack to hand Bob my tube of lubricant. "Ain't you like the boy scout, Blonde." He winked at me with his sparkling broad grin. "Always prepared! . . We need to prep our young new guy with slick stuff so that his tight little tunnel can handle my long greedy meat poking him up there." He let out generous portions of the lotion on to his fingers, making his proud splendid salami glisten in the afternoon sun. As his slick fingers almost impatiently broke through Todd's bulging small rear entranceway, I heard a gasp, but the way my nephew's bare hips impulsively shifted backward to greet the contact with approval, I could discern it was a gasp of pleasure and so could Bob. "Yyyeeeeahh, that's what I like. I like my new colts willing and submissive." Bob shifted his taut comely limbs in such a way to strategically align his meat, flinching with horny hunger, to the opening of Todd's soon to be initiated posterior passage. He grasped his pulsing pole with his fingers and teasingly rubbed its bright red bulging glans up and down Todd's opening crack. "You like the feel of my dickhead back there? It 's awful big, isn't it? You SURE you think you can handle it? The opening of your hole back here sure seems awful teeny."

Todd did not hesitate a response, this time. "I more than know I can handle it. I NEED it. Please fuck me with that beautiful fucking cock you got. I want to feel it CRAM into my hole so far up that it is pumping into my guts. Please, I know I am ready. PUSH it in and don't stop fucking until you cum into me real deep."

The way his hips flexed, I could tell Bob started applying hot pressure against the gristle-like ring of my nephew's inexperienced but nonetheless craving cavity before the earnest entreaty ended. Todd's superb thighs clenched and widened in anticipation of the penetrating propulsion that he so yearned to burst through the barrier and brusquely massage the moist murkiness that seemed to welcome invasion from the depths of his very being. "Oooohhhhooooo!" He breathily exhaled as Bob's insistent battering ram broke through, breaching, and impaling, albeit shallowly, into his captive's arresting orifice at last. 

"Are you alright? After all that, I hope you don't want me to pull out", Bob inveighed. 

"Just give me a sec. I'm getting used to it. . . . OK, fuck, but start out slow. It smarts but still feels right being in there."

"You got it, stud. I'm going to break you in so that you'll feel like you can never get enough of long, fat cock." Bob was pumping his stiff ramrod in short quick jabs, not thrusting with much length.

My nephew splayed doggy style contemplated the new sensation and commanded, "deeper!" Bob followed through by quickening the pace with lengthier strokes. They both panted breathy quiet grunts at the end of each forward stroke. Within seconds, Bob was slamming his fuzzy lower abdomen and furry tuft into ass cheeks as he thrust the full length of his mighty meat into his companion's quivering cavern of man lust. "Harder!" My nephew openly revealed his erotic enchantment at being ravenously pummeled by the wondrous wand he had coveted for rectal recognizance with such ardor. Jeb and I, by now, had seated ourselves Indian style within inches of Todd's doggy style pose as enthusiastic copulatory recipient. His slack-jawed hazy expression revealed the total lack of disappointment in his first such encounter. Bending over slightly beneath Bob's clenching hands against Todd's trim waist, I could see my nephew's twitching dick dance to the delicious albeit rugged attentions to his carnal innards. Bob was positively grunting with glee by the workout his stately specimen was enduring from the tight grip of Todd's initiatory ripe and splendid ass. 

I was startled to have my right hand suddenly clutched and pressed against warm billowing flesh. I jerked around to find that Jeb had turned away from me and had reached back to place the palm of my hand firmly against his buttocks and the crack of his ass. Of course, I understood the unspoken signal and the flagrant spectacle which served as its stimulus. As I continued to observe the explicit performance, my meandering middle finger explored my new partner's widened crack with its puckering ring responsively writhing with muscle tone. My finger pressed forcefully at the bulls eye and firm flesh broke away for me to penetrate my probing finger tip within the interior of the grasping ring. Jeb grunted his encouragement, but I knew such ephemeral contact wasn't going to be satisfactory. I abruptly raised myself and reached for my younger nephew, jerking him upright in a manner he was not prepared for. I had him almost in a headlock and whispered into his ear between clenched teeth. "Listen you little shit, I am going to fuck you up your little butt and you're going love it like you could never have imagined. . Now shut up and be my bitch the way I tell you." I didn't let go until he gave a little nod of submissive assent. He meekly obeyed when I instructed him to lay on his back on the beach sand. Anything but avuncular, I prepared for what I hoped would be a hot and fevered first incestuous encounter with this availing youth. In my frustration, I had misplaced the tube of lube and snatched my knapsack for an alternative. A few dabs of suntan oil were going to have to suffice. Considering how willing and excited my partner had become, I contemplated that it might be better if I crammed my bone in his butt, dry. His own cock bounced in excited anticipation as he watched me slather my joystick, little droplets of pre-cum falling from its end to the simmering beach sand below. I could still hear the grunts and gasps of the earlier performing couple, so engrossed they were with their own pleasures that they had not noticed that we were no longer their captive audience. 

My reckoning was right. I had reached down and raised my nephew's legs where his arched back was resting against my legs and only his head, neck and shoulders rested against the ground. His legs were now spread and splayed over his head opening the crack of his ass for my intentions. His turned up opened butt was just at the level where my midsection could contact it with only a slight crouch. I maneuvered my now impatient slightly moist cock down to the entrance of his puckering and hungering hole. Confident that I had attained the strategic alignment, I pressed an unrestrained jab into the ring of velvet resistance, rendering a slight penetration at first thrust. "Ohhhhaaawwwwhhh!!" I didn't care whether his vocal gesticulation was from pleasure or pain. I was enthralled with the sphincteral snatch on my pulsing dickhead. I was determined to force a penile probe of his sweetly vivacious visceral passageway. My rigid hips now kept forcing more jabs of coursing countenance deeper into an exquisite exploration. The more embraced my jumping joystick was by the squeeze of fleshy firmament, the deeper I was resolved to push, prod, and penetrate into the surrendered orifice. "Ooooo. . hhoooo. . Yeeeaahhee." I cared not whether his cries were from a tortured or tantalized tunnel. I only increased the pace of pumps by my now hilt deep dong, basking in the delirious inflammation that surged from my midsection up and down from my head to my toes. "Faster!!" Happy to oblige, my whole naked being seemed transformed into a living sensual jackhammer. I was hammering into creation the sumptuous and sultry volcanic heat of my loins thanks to the friction of my excited sex with my loving nephew's obsequious opening into erotic opulence. Frantically jumping up and down in a fervent coupling, my nut sac gently colliding with the smooth small of his back, my eruption washed over me very quickly and I nearly squatted over him, arching his back, to spasm and squirt my slippery spooge as deep into the depths of his clutching bowels as I could muster. We groaned and grunted in unison through all the release of my long heavenly ejaculation. My rigid nudity started to relax immediately and I withdrew my satisfied and softening organ from Jeb's stretched hole, dropping his torso and legs. 

"Bravo!! What a show!!" The conclusion of our sexual escapade was greeted with wild applause and whistling from the couple in congress transformed into enthusiastic naked voyeurs. They had both stiffed out proud boners in appreciation. 

Before I could bow to my audience, Bob abruptly interrupted. "Roll him over," he shouted. He arose on his shapely limbs and announced, "I always like to watch the cum trickle out of the butt hole." As Bob started for the younger youth, he dutifully raised his legs and spread his ass cheeks so that Bob could inspect the opening of his freshly ravished anus. "I told you I was going to get a close look at your naked parts." Jeb was conspicuously repeating arousal sparked by new attentions at close quarters. With Bob's face just centimeters from body surface not normally exposed to the light of the day, little globs of white and vaguely yellow-tinged jism dripped from the opening. "Is that all the cum you could plow into this fella's hole, Blonde? Shit, you should o' seen the mean fucker load I pumped way up his brother, there."

My older nephew conjured a quick retort. "Yeah and he licked every drop of it as it flooded out of my hole." 

Bob turned back to his partner in pleasure with some annoyance. "You disgusting filthy mouthed prevert, maybe the idea of a guy eating his own cum after its been up someone's ass appeals to you. Unlike yourself, some of us have standards in hygiene." By now, Bob was standing almost directly over Todd. The seated younger was sassily mumbling something about his companion's cock in another guy's ass, when Bob took hold of his superb pendulously coiling man snake and yelled over the rambling, "maybe a prevert like you might enjoy drinking some of this!" Well before he finished verbalizing this suggestion, a gush and spray of piss started to soak Todd about the upper torso and face. Having been acquainted with Bob's urinating propensity on our first meeting from years earlier, it was a thrilling reunion to watch this nude manly stud pee with such force. The jet of yellow liquid spewing from the end of such a majestic hairy based hose comprised my favorite "fountain".

Todd's impudent expression turned to one of instant outrage and he bolted upright and rushed to lake's edge, his own dick attractively wiggling and flopping in the commotion. "Get away from me you freak!!" The younger brother lay in the sand, his open mouthed head thrown back in amused hysterics by the raucous and ribald event. 

"Some might say a cock loving, graduate study, closet queen like you be the freak, here. That's alright! . . . I won't hold it against you." 

By now Todd was swimming deep enough but not far enough where I could not see his butt cheeks clench athletically, synchronous with his muscled propulsion strokes. He definitely could qualify as the male porno Esther Williams. "Oh yeah!" He yelled back, "and who the fuck are you to judge me?" 

"I am the stud with the big cock who just fucked you after you begged for it. That's who." Bob's rugged hands cupped his open mouth with authority. Somehow the tension of the moment was alleviated by a playful splashing contest enjoyed by all present company. Jeb's gender prong remained swollen at full salute as he never experienced climactic relief during our preceding round of physical exertion. We teased and taunted, encouraging him to perform for us a "jack off" show.

"Beat, beat, beat your meat!!", we chanted in unison as Jeb wiggled his hips and teasingly brushed his swollen male parts with hands and fingers. He beamed a fool's grin, happy to be the center of attention. That quickly progressed to an intense fist fuck, his clenched hand furiously pumping over the surface of his reddened expanding erection, his face frozen in a rigid stare. His mouth, gulping quick shallow breaths of air, widened as 3 small streaks of liquid climax jettisoned from a gaping pee hole about a foot into the air before splattering on to the lake shallows. Their impact created little blotches of liquid fog on the lake surface.

Bob stepped further back a few feet as Jeb, still holding his dick, was obviously still relishing the orgasmic heat coursing through his veins. "Pollution! Jeez! I'm going to stay away from that part of the cove. You step through that and you'll have a life-long case of cooties." We enjoyed sublime swimming and floating for a few minutes before Bob remembered the horses. "The way they behave with other stallions, it 's amazing that human males getting it on and horsing around didn't phase them in the least." It was true. Through all our antics, they did not seem at all interested. "Now that they are well watered, we need to find good grazing ground for them." As we casually dressed and gathered our belongings, I noticed two human figures walking toward us, obviously just having rounded the bluff at the bend of the cove. I signaled to Bob. "Fuck me! Looks like we may be busted guys." He complained with a serious frown.

As the people approached however, I could see that one of them was only wearing competition trunks and flip flops and the other was a naked little boy. In fact as they came closer still, I noticed the little boy was sporting a little "stiffie". More than 25 feet away, the scantily clad older man spoke up. "We don't mean to disturb you gentlemen. We just want to say that we both enjoyed watching your party. Let me explain ourselves."

By now they were standing next to us, the little boy's hard 2" wiener twitching and flinching in the enthusiasm of being in our presence. I estimated the little tanned dusty haired fellow to be about 9. "I am separated from my wife because I have just recently come to terms with being gay. I had custody of my son this week and hoped that I would be able to explain my situation to him during our vacation. I wasn't having much success until this afternoon.." He smiled as he looked down at his son's little male excitement. "As you can see, my son enjoyed the show as much as I did." 

Bob tipped his stetson hat at the man and with a completely straight face announced, "glad to be of service to the both of you, sir" It was all the three others of us could do to suppress gales of laughter. Bob looked down at the boy with a paternal but reassuring gaze. "That's a nice looking little pecker you got there, son. Did you enjoy the carousing show my friends and I put on here?" The youngster stood silent but quickly nodded his head up and down with emphasis. Bob gently rustled the child's hair with large fingers. "It 's nice to watch, but it may be awhile before you can enjoy sex like that yourself, son. The important thing is that you know that if your father has a boyfriend or two that he is real close and personal with, it is not such a bad thing." 




A Connoisseur's Feast Ch. 02



"Thank you!" His father appreciated the advice originating from another source. "Now I wish I had brought my teenage daughter. She is remarkably positive about the idea of gay sex. I don't mean to be alarmist, but you ought to know that other families settle along the lakeside during the day that this cove is visible to. You'd best be careful as some might take offense at what went on here." I thought that the understatement of the year. It was the last thing Bob wanted to hear, but he was polite about it and they waved to us as we departed back down the trail with the horses. 

When we came upon an open clearing with tall grass, we lounged around for a half an hour and ate a small snack while the horses grazed their fill. Bob ruminated about the afternoon and the remainder of our sojourn. "Guys, it looks as though when we go back to the lake, we'll have to wear swim trucks." His face turned sour and he scowled. "Jesus those damn things are like wearing socks and underwear in the shower." 

We pitched our tents in our shady private camping spot. Bob rattled cooking utensils as the sun started to set while the boys dragged large plastic barrels out of the station wagon to insure the horses had easy access to water. When all was ready except to light the fire and cook the meal, Bob started unfastening the snaps of his shirt, the thick bed of brown soft chest hair billowing out as he gazed at us with a knowing smile. When his shirt was off and he fumbled with the strap of his belt he started speaking softly. "When your Uncle Blonde decides it is time to relax, he likes me to be naked, sex or no sex. The rest of y'all can do as you please." There was no argument from the rest of us. My nephews were stripped bare before Bob. Jeb's gender prong stood at full mast in seconds. 

His older brother took the opportunity to demean the younger. "You horny little prick. You didn't get enough this afternoon?'

Bob interceded. "Leave the kid alone. Christ, don't you remember what it was like at his age? Even in college I had to walk the halls from one class to another holding books in front of me. Just a little outdoor breeze could make my dick blow up like a balloon."

It was a moment of aesthetic artistry when Bob intently cooked our meal, his hairy naked body crouched over the blazing fire. The moment was not even lost on my nephews. They stared as the light of the campfire flames flickered against his swarthy rippling muscles. When food was shoveled out on to camping pans, my nephews had seemingly inhaled their portions even before mine was served on a plate. They had to avail themselves with junk food to satisfy their appetites that night. When we finished eating, we sat around the campfire stark naked and laughing as we reminisced about the adventures of the afternoon. "You sure seemed ready to take meat up the heinie when you got a look at my ass and cock, Todd. How come you turned so horny that way?" My older nephew on his fifth beer was prepared to make a confession.

He turned to his brother. "Do you remember Ramona?" Now he addressed the rest of us. "She was an old flame of mine from undergraduate days. I could never forget that the best sex we ever had was when she borrowed a 9" strap on from a friend, slicked it up good, and fucked me up the ass with it. When I then fucked her the usual way, I came like I never had before. I swear I thought I was going to flood her with a gallon of cum. She had to talk me into it at first. She agreed to let me fuck her up the ass 5 times in the next month, or something like that." He turned to his brother again. "Her sweet ass is even tighter than yours." Jeb responded by tossing his briefs in Todd's face. We ignored the gesture.

I did not want Todd to be distracted from the topic and asked, "if the sex was that good, didn't she fuck you that way again?"

"I guess I did not want her to think that maybe I am gay, or something. Anyway, the issue never came up again because she didn't like it. Something about how the base pushed up too hard against her clit, or something." He paused for a minute before carrying on, just staring into the flames. "As hard as I tried, I just couldn't forget how good it felt to have that toy pumping away inside of my ass. I tried to explain it away that I was stoned silly at the time. I might have forgotten about it, except one day some friends of mine in the dorm were looking at porn pics on one of their computers. Some gay porn came up and they laughed and jeered, but it was the first time I had seen images of gays doing it, I guess. All the old feelings came back except now I started to fantasize about one of them fucking me with the real thing. I think deep down, I knew one day it would really happen."

"And today you selected the best candidate to be your first. I can tell I didn't disappoint you." Bob preened, but as he thought it over, he hadn't meant to gloat. Fearing he may have offended his new initiate, he drew his awesomely toned limbs and sat next to Todd, running his strong left hand and arm over the shoulders of the vaguely wistful young man. "Don't worry about it so much, friend. Before long, you'll be happy and glad things turned out the way they did. Anyone gives you any guff about it, fuck 'em." He smiled that infectious broad grin at me again. "Hell, your Uncle Blonde here knows that it ain't so hard to be real discreet about these things. He knows that I can be real discreet, but still get my jollies." 

We slept naked in our sleeping bags that night and the remaining two nights. On more than one occasion Bob and I heard grunts, groans, and slurping noises from the tent just a few yards from our own. "Oh, to be that young and horny, again." He was horny enough to offer me the privilege of feasting on his magnificent musky meat on at least 3 occasions on this excursion. In one session, my two naked boner leaking nephews observed every slurp and lick with rapt attention until I had secured every drop of his tensely festered emission. It was supposed to be a lesson to the neophytes in hypothetically "masterful" technique, including the requisite tongue bath of the pouch of balls and how to accommodate a plunging cock into the throat during a face fuck. In fact, most all the time we spent together in camp we were naked. We dressed to ride the two horses on the trails (while my birthday-suited nephews usually stayed behind). Even then, we found a spacious clearing away from "the beaten path" to exercise the horses, always unimpeded by other campers. The sun being high in the sky, Bob thought the circumstance warranted risking removing his clothes before riding. If only I were capable of developing my own film, or that I owned a digital camera. The most picturesque moment of my life was to watch this Adonis-like cowboy, only adorned in cowboy boots and stetson hat, trotting and galloping the horses in sweeping big sky country: a true American centaur. I would have expended three rolls of film. At least one of my photos would have won the gay art awards this year.

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I knew our last night alone would be the most sentimental for me. I had no idea when next I would meet with my naked trophy. I clung to my hairy hunk in near desperation and intimate neediness to soak in the satin warmth exuded by his elegant nudity. He softly recounted the hit or miss attempts to experience erotic peaks with other men after last we parted. "I still had so much to learn, Blonde. I thought I was so smart and tough, but found out how unsatisfying it could be with assholes who really didn't give a fuck. Even though I know I didn't have any right to be, I was mad at you for the longest time for leaving me to my own devices." I commiserated by cuddling and kissing, inviting his own tongue to prod nearly into my throat. I gently caressed his swollen proud pillar, my exploring fingers applying just enough pressure over its hot silky elasticity to retain arousal . I ached for its first time union with the hopeful hospitality of my malleable manhole. In my wildest imagination, I can not perceive that any drug addict on withdrawal required a fix more than I craved being the object of my sensual companion's aggressive lust. Instinctively and far beyond the limits of self control, I adjusted my torso and limbs under and about him in lewd displays of yearning receptivity. My spreading legs waved about to locate my lascivious open ass in various positions for his choosing. The end of my own bouncing dripping cock was visibly soaking with excitement. 

His expression of almost fierce puzzlement melted to a sly smile. "Blonde, you horny devil, if you want me to fuck you, just ask, Buddy." He was the one this time who had the presence of mind to reach for the lube as I would have been happy to have his thick plunger invade my unprepared tail tract dry. His trembling terrible tool twitched and glistened in the dim lamplight as I freely spread the slick on its scalding surface while he rested back on his haunches. While I still grasped his sex in my fingers, he suddenly lunged and embraced me, passionately smothering my neck and shoulders in heavy kisses. I thrilled to his hot breath hitting my ear as he loudly whispered, "you may be the man about town who has taken many a dude's cock, but I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Get ready, you little light-haired horn dog, because I am going to fuck and ream the stuffings out of you." He impatiently wrestled me so that he had me on my side and lifting my leg he entered me, my normally resisting muscled ring only too willing to surrender and grip the forceful flesh that thrust its breach with such powerful intention. There wasn't a second of pause, but only a quickly deepening pumping of propelling man meat. The lusting linings of my greedily grasping and stretching vessel welcomed the invading turmoil. My bowels flinched and flexed, involuntarily prompted to draw the torrid and tumultuous tube steak back to them to grip and feed on the delicious heat and throbbing supple flesh. It was a moment to be grateful to live such a life. His hairy, searing, and wildly undulating torso embraced me. His frantically pumping sex organ impaled me. His fulsome fuzzy man tuft slammed into my sensitive ass cheeks and his insistent tongue nearly forced its way into my throat. I was the victim; ecstatic to be naked, helpless, vulnerable, and physically restrained by the rapacious and primaly savage urges of a testosterone crazed powerhouse of male strength and passion.

To my great surprise, he suddenly lay on his back so that I had to seat myself over him to retain his external organ inside of me. I started to bounce on it to retain the sense of pumping friction. "That's right, you tight assed little fuck. Let's see how well you can ride a mean bucking stallion with this horse prick plowing away in your tight man twat." With that, his strong tense hips started bucking with abandon. I had to raise and lower my seat, up and down, at a terrific pace to keep up synchronously with my partner's swift and hard thrusting pelvis. When we had our rhythm, Bob breathily but noisily expressed his joy. "Yeeee haaaa!!! Ride it like that you crazy cowboy. Come down on my hard cock just like that. . . It feels sssoooooooooo ggooood!!" He raised himself on his elbows so that I could bend forward some to kiss again. This allowed him better leverage to pummel forward strokes with even greater impact. I raised my ass so that it remained in the air just stationary, requiring Bob to do everything to maintain friction. I held on to his wide torso just below the arm pits on either side. Our lips and then tongues clashed in a comparatively slow exploration of oral sensuality. His left hand that had cupped my neck and the back of my head in our swooning kiss while he supported himself almost entirely on his right elbow, now shifted to the front, his fingers tracing my collar bone. Next they brushed my pectoral and pinched a nipple, his palm then moving down to explore my tummy and navel, the fingers lowering to run through the hairs of my blonde bush. When my cock jumped in elation to feel his touch along its shaft, he gripped it and administered firm strokes centering at the ridge on the underside of its head. The combination of exquisite friction by his own pumping firm sex against my delighted prostate and the enthralling manual attentions on my super sensitive and stimulated sex stick crossed my threshold for sensual enhancement in my loins. The hot convulsive spasms started and we did not find the first emitted streak of my climax until the next day. It was somewhere in the corner of the tent. It was precisely at that point that we heard the tent zipper open. The responsive clamp brought against Bob's stroking meat in my ass by the internal mechanics of my orgasm forced him to pull his hand away and gain better support by leaning on his left elbow as well. He then forced two pounding thrusts to shove his meat in as deep as he could to squirt his own ejaculatory rounds of cum, reveling in the grasping expansions against his swollen flesh all the while. We gasped and groaned into the night air, lost in the euphoria of superlative pleasures to be gained by merging two unclothed bodies intent on blissful harmony. 

"Wow, that must have been one hellacious fuck." Jeb's compliment and his brother's presence were hardly welcome given the intimacy of the moment. Their flashlight shone in Bob's eyes. 

"Get the fuck OUT of HERE before I shove that thing up both your asses." When they made a hasty retreat back to their own tent, Bob compelled me to collapse into his warm arms, oblivious to the aromatically pungent jism that I had streaked on his chest. "Come here, you!" It actually felt nice to have it slither between our warm bodies while it was still fresh and yet to turn sticky. Bob's gorgeous dick was still in my ass and I could feel it softening but I was loathe to no longer possess it that way. I could feel that his cum was slipping the whole length of my hole and must be trickling out through my man pussy lips to his base, his nut sac, and parts of his thick tuft. He gave me a bear hug and kissed me once more. "What the fuck am I going to do about you. I can tell it is about to happen all over again. You're going to leave just as I find out that you are about the best fuck a dude like me is ever going to scrounge up." His coiling snake slipped out of my sumptuously slicked hole. "I suppose it is my own fault. I should have known, considering your cocksucking skills. If I had really tried, I would have seen to it that I had opportunities to fuck you despite the prying closet cases you brought with you." I fell asleep in his arms as we wiped off bodily fluids from ourselves with paper towels.

It was a fitful sleep as we both tossed and turned through the mild evening, affectionately reaching out to grope and caress unconcealed body parts in slumber like daze. When we were both aroused to almost bursting loins, Bob fucked me doggy style in the manner of what I characterize as a "probing fuck". He would shift my ass and waist about such that the emphasis of each forward stroke by his surging sausage would solidly impact in a different bit of surface within my pleasingly pummeled love tunnel. Concentrating, I focused on the unique and special sensation each thrust presented by the aggressively adoring living truncheon of flesh. Once again, my naked being was transported into a rapture of corporeal carnality, immersed in the incomparable pleasure as an object of service to an insatiable and fanatically sexual human stallion. Following a brief cuddle, we set out on the half hour walk to the showers. We were attired in only enough clothes to be presentable, we sauntered dreamily as the eastern horizon turned a dark pink in the first hint of dawn. The only people in the bath house, we listened to morning bird song as we both stepped about to share the same shower stall. We soaked and scrubbed each other clean under the cascading hot water, arousing our external organs to grip and pump each other to another heated and deeply spasmodic climax. We left the showers to politely greet arriving men and boys. 

Driving back to the ranch later that morning, our conversation centered on our accounts of sexual escapades with both sexes. The youngest, Jeb, was like myself in encountering only fleeting experience with females. We coaxed a confession from him that his future prowess would focus on the pursuit of "hot studs". Bob, after trial and error, has become convinced that the greatest number of hot men of like mind could be found in Denver. Every year he has resolved to vacation there to cruise the hot dudes with the biggest muscles and the longest dongs and tongues. Todd was wistful again. We assured him of our pledged discretion and suggested that maybe he investigate campus personals for "hung" married men "into hunk ass" who would eagerly engage in hot sex with him in context to only the epitome of discreet liaison. "Whatever you do, go for it, man." Bob implored. "Shit, back east there are women who get into the three way scene. Maybe you can find a chick who wants her boyfriend to fuck you. The world is your oyster. Shuck it for what it 's worth. In a sophisticated place like your campus town, there have got be tight lipped dudes who would kill to fuck your hot ass. It 's got to be anything but like the yokel scenes your Uncle Blonde and I have to contend with." 

I had to fight back tears to speak my farewells to Bob in the presence of my Aunt and Uncle two days later. Most of the return excursion conversation consisted of the thousand question interview. My nephews wanted the detailed account of my sexual past. "When was the first time you . . . .?" "What and when was the longest cock you . . . .?" "Did anyone ever beat the shit out of you for coming on to them?" "When did you know you were gay?" "Do chicks also turn you on?" Our nights in the privacy of motel rooms were peppered with boisterous naked frolics. I mostly observed while my nephews hijinks would collide into grunting wrestling matches. The inevitable friction against exposed sensitive external organs was the foreplay that prompted certain arousal and sexual coupling of one kind or another. One night however, Jeb very capably rimmed my ass, sucked on my balls, and slurped on my cock as I face fucked him with some judicious restraint. All the while, his brother fucked him mercilessly at the other end. 

True to my word, I have never breathed a word to anyone about my nephews and the ecstasies they experienced on our camping excursion, until now. It is doubtful that any of my readers will have ever been acquainted with them. Jeb has found a campus jock, secure in the closet, who has been reliably available as a fuck and suck buddy. Todd has engaged in only brief interludes with married men. I sense he still has trouble coming to terms with his deeply entrenched erotic sensibility. I hope that one day they will gleefully be open about their physical cravings for other men. In e-mail messages, Bob inquires about my nephews as well as my attending orifices. In response, I graphically recite my unrequited urges to embrace his colossal cock. Thinking about the myriad ways I could and have satisfied him, I hope my readers will appreciate that this voracious connoisseur of cock can and does feast, given the opportunity



A Connoisseur's Feast



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"




A Connoisseur's Feast



"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. 




A Connoisseur's Feast



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. . . Now you're getting back to the horny guy I know and love". He gave me a wink and a smile, and a quick firm hug. He tenderly assisted me on to the bed and asked me if I wanted to be covered with a blanket. I declined. He thoughtfully returned to the bathroom and brought me my beer, placing it on a bedside table. He also thought to grab a towel for himself. My last image of him before I succumbed to blissful sleep was his exiting into the living room bare assed, his knees slightly bent to spread his legs in order to ease the thorough rub down he was applying to his low hanging pouch of jewels with a thirstily absorbent towel.

When I awoke, bedroom lights were on as it was completely dark. He was stretched out next to me, still unclothed as was now our custom, reading a magazine. "Well," he smiled, "do you feel better now, 'Sleeping Beauty'?" Yawning and stretching, I nodded that I was. "I notice you are happy to see me, as usual." I had sprouted a 'dreaming man's' boner and I wiggled my hips to shake it about. He chuckled. "You know, I think it was the kiss you gave me after we came into the cabin that set me off so wild. You never cease to amaze me, Blonde. You're an outstanding kisser! If you could just get yourself to first base, you could seduce anyone with that kiss: guy or gal. From there, you could run all the way back to home plate." I smiled back at him. Nothing was said for at least two minutes. Finally he turned to me winking, "if you kiss me like that again, I promise I won't go wild again on your ass." 

Once again we were in each other's naked embrace, my legs wrapped around him, my excited man parts crammed against his velvety furred abdomen. It was really a shared experience. He was generous to give me all the credit, but he was no lilting violet. A firm flexible wet tongue was there to greet mine, measure for measure. I broke away, and kissed, licked and nibbled about his thick neck. I treasured a few tender moments with my head nestled against his left shoulder. So inspired by his awesome physique again, I pleaded with him to let me give him a massage. He retrieved for me the massage oils from the chest of drawers where they had been placed the evening before. This time I willed the self-control to proceed with a full massage, back and front. He never ceased to murmur out low-pitched moans and words of approval. It was marvelous to be able to pressure long well defined muscles and sinews into molded relaxation.

From circular finger pressure at his brow, down to cracking his toes, he bathed in the relaxing sensuality. Much to my own glee, the intensity of the sensual experience apparently had an erotic side effect, because his glorious meat, the prize of my all my careful schemes, was now stretched out to its full mast, the elegant strawberry at its end glistening with the yearning juices generated deep within his rugged loins.

He was splayed about like this in the middle of the bed, legs wide open, trustingly vulnerable to my considered ministrations. There was no way on God's green earth that I was going to betray that trust. With a new determination, I committed myself to restrain my greed in the service I was about to render. I sucked and licked about the full length of this living cooking sausage to his unqualified delight and encouragement. At the peak of intensity in my enthusiastic oral function, I would apply my most ardent suctions, swirl my wet urgent tongue about with the greatest speed and pressure, and open my throat to take the length of his frantically pulsating shaft as far down as possible.

Coincidentally, I would use my other hand bestowed with busy probing and caressing fingers to explore the soft pouch of matching marbles, down the smooth flesh of his crotch to the super soft crevice which descends to the puckering star that guarded his back side hole and back again. With this strident combination in sensual overdrive I would carefully use all my faculties to monitor his responses. If I could feel the veins in his shaft stand out, also detecting a slight expansion in girth, a slight alteration in the taste of the man fluid oozing from his pee hole, the flesh about the pee hole itself becoming more tender, the pace of the pulsations and twitches increasing; I would be alerted to make changes in my applications.

I would then decrease the intensity of the suction, slow down the urgency of my tongue, firmly resist the thrusts of his hips, my upward strokes with my head pulling further back, sometimes even to remove the lovely sausage from my mouth altogether and return to licking, kissing, and nibbling about its drenched length. My other hand would cease its fondling altogether. My recipient's cerebral response to the decreasing intensity in my technique was not favorable at first.

"You little crazy son-of-a-bitch! . . . What the fuck are you doing? . . . Goddamn cock tease! . . . SUCK ME! ... EAT ME! ... Harder!"

When I would reverse the process, building an increased intensity once again, the tenor of his vocalizations would change altogether. "Ooooooooooo, yyeeeeesssss, that's sssooooo much better. . . . That's right, harder! ... Ahh! Ahh! . . . Rub my balls. . Please, swallow me.!" This roller coaster-like alternation transpired at least three times. When finally I brought him to sensory overload, his great man gristle nearly tore away my throat. "Heeeyyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" he screeched. Gushing ropes of warm slithering silky cum careened down my gullet tasting superbly of pent up man fester. "Ahh, uuughh," the flesh about his loins broke out in great shudders and spreading in either direction.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes saying nothing in labored breathing. The remnants of cum about my lips and mouth tasted stronger than I had recollected, but still retained a sweetness that was irresistible. Predictably, when he finally spoke up, it was with commanding volume.

"God that was in-fucking-credible! You really did yourself proud that time, Blonde. Through all the ages, I can't imagine any girl or woman has blown a guy like that. That was 'blue ribbon', as we say in these parts. Later on tonight Blonde, you're going to get a horse ride on my shoulders I know you will enjoy. Damn, it's the least I can do."

He had all the ingredients for the dinner he was preparing laid out on the kitchen counter. He cooked while I laid out the fireplace. We sat down and waffled down the nourishment into our chops in a manner not befitting polite society. The fire snapping and crackling, we started to converse on our second helping. Bob related to me that after I had fallen asleep, he was disappointed that there was nothing in the ice trays. He filled them then but considered traveling down the road, outside of the bounds of the forest to a nearby convenience store.

"You were out cold in that bedroom. I kept checking your eye by lifting your eyelid. It was bloodshot as hell, but I never could see that it was swelling." Again, he apologized effusively, but I insisted on waving off the incident as trivial and not to be considered again. Looking down at his plate and now only playing with the food with his fork, "We may have another physical problem, Blonde," he cautioned.

Myself looking puzzled, "I usually prepare this dish out in open camp, when we sleep in individual sleeping bags." It was a concoction consisting of primarily pinto beans and cheese. A smirk started to spread over his face. "If we are going to be sleeping together again tonight, it may not be very pleasant for both of us. At the very least, you may not want to follow me into the bathroom, tonight." He raised his ass about two feet off the sofa seat, his face beet red, and 'let one rip'.

"Wwhhhhooooooonnnnkk!" So amused by the loudness of his deliberate flatulence, he nearly dropped his food on the coffee table and rendered himself paralyzed with hysterics. I playfully clenched a fist and mockingly threatened to punch. Fortunately, I never detected any obnoxious aromatic accompaniment to the gaseous emission. Feigning deep offense, I inquired if he entertained Anne in such an outrageously anti-social manner. Still overwhelmed by mirth, he was unable to reply.

Trying to match him, I must have cast a vulgar appearance. In my nakedness I was crouching in the living room, flexing my bowels, attempting my own noisy expulsion. All I could muster, "phhiiip!" This only encouraged him to increase the pace of his convulsive laughter. I let the matter drop for I still had not finished what was on my plate. I did not want the evening to degenerate into a scene reminiscent of the Hollywood film, "Blazing Saddles".

Our stomachs full, we lounged about in our continuing state of undress for the rest of the evening. For the second night in a row, I would stumble on my words as I swooned in his presence, still awe struck by his grace and beauty. We laughed and joked, confiding in each other about past sexual exploits, both failures as well as successes. When we both became weary with fatigue, Bob crouched by the sofa, the sight of his tensed leg muscles making me weak in the knees. I took the hint and climbed on to the seat of the sofa behind him.

Climbing on to ample warm ivory smooth shoulders once more, "I promised you a good ride, buddy." I hardly had time to inhale before we were up and about, his jogging me all about the rooms and yelling out roundup calls. This time he did feel my persistent arousal and laughed out loud, pleading with me not to cum on the back of his head. He did not want to have to shampoo again that evening. Just as I thought our jaunt was concluding, he reached down at the front door to unlatch the lock. His next action astonished me. He kicked open the front door and ran with me into the chilly open night.

Fortunately, the general vicinity was not especially well lit and I judged the adjacent cabins to us to be vacant. The odds were probably high that no one caught sight of us in our nude high jinx. My naked carrier had enough presence of mind to not whoop and holler in the open air, calling attention to our unconventional lap around the cabin. Back inside, he jogged me right up to our bed and pulled back the covers for me to climb in. I decided I would take my chances sleeping with him again tonight, despite the contents of our meal. He insisted on clearing and turning out the lights. Once his chilled frame was in bed next to me, we hugged and kissed and crossed our limbs to warm each other snugly, like two young children on an adventurous outing.

On both days on the trail, Bob was true to his word and would always alert me when he needed to pee. Much to his amusement, I would already be at his side crouched at waist level to witness his unzipping before he reached in the flap to extract his magnetically handsome snaking hose. I would always be intent on witnessing every dribble he had to squirt and openly express my disappointment at his obligation to conceal it again after satisfactory relief. He would laugh and giggle. "You crazy devil, I can't walk around with my dick hanging out."

"Why not?" I retorted. "You are always trying to second-guess what the dicks of all the men and boys we meet on these hikes look like. Why can't you just have yours out in the open so they will know how you look? It spares them the energy of having to use their imaginations." He wouldn't reply. He would just grip me in a headlock and dish out more of his 'noogies'.

Two or three times each day, I would start feeling familiar when we were on our own. I would stare at his bulge and reach out to brazenly feel one of his ass cheeks. He would wink at me, "whoa there buddy, we can comfortably hike off trail a little way up here and have us a little fun". He always knew where these unfrequented paths were. We would trek up to a quarter of a mile and suddenly he would back up against a tree with his most seductive 'come hither' expression. I would instantly drop to my knees and undo his jeans to reacquaint myself with the treasure that he would allow me the privilege of lavishing my attentions.

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On the second day, melancholy was rearing its ugly head, as we prepared our hike back to the SUV, so ending our excursion of diverse pleasures. Suddenly, we thought we heard a loud moan. We stopped in our tracks, ears arched in the silent wilderness. Bob surmised it might have been a hawk, but before continuing on, we heard a softer and lower pitched groan. This was followed by two loud grunts almost in unison. Bob turned to me holding his forefinger up to pursed lips. Noiselessly he started to take off his shoes and signaled me to do the same. Stealthily, we trotted off the trail on to another path of slight incline for about fifty yards, where a consistent grunting noise was getting louder. Suddenly we could see ahead to a small clearing. I could make out two human figures by a solitary aspen at a distance of about another 40 yards.

Adjusting my eyes, it appeared that they could be two naked men. Bob, signaled me to drop my shoes and backpack and prepare to remove my binoculars from my case. We stood by a small spruce that could shield us from discovery. Training our visual aids in that general direction, my initial perception was accurate as we spied on two very slender men, naked as 'jay birds'. Their clothes and backpacks were separately neatly set aside. They were not stick like in that they both revealed lanky musculature, but wore scrappy short-cropped hair as to be almost 'skinhead'. I estimated them to be in their mid to late twenties and both roughly 6'. One was sitting on the ground facing us, sucking the cock of his companion in profile. The cocksucker was also fully erect. Unlike his companion, his face revealed a short trimmed goatee. Glints of sun betrayed that they both had multiple piercings about the ears. The cocksucker probably was adorned with a pierced left nipple.

They both sported a number of tattoos. The cocksucker had one at his hip almost encroaching into the pubic zone. The recipient had a large one at the small of his back, spreading over the rise of his right ass cheek. I estimated both their cocks to be 7 - 7.5" cut. The cocksucker was generally straight; the recipient had a slight arch about his shaft and his glans bent down. They both had thick dark man bushes out of proportion with their overall constitutions. This encounter was a remarkable bonus for our excursion already replete with carnal extravagance.

We signaled each other with thumbs up and enthusiastic expressions for stumbling into our unwitting performers. Within seconds after being resolved to perch us in witness to this open-air event, the recipient's cock was removed from the mouth of his attendant. The seated man still grasping his companion's throbbing pillar, the two of them exchanged words too softly to be intelligible to us. Suddenly he stood and kissed his companion fully on the lips, grasping their two cocks together. The passion of the kiss was intense enough for exchange of tongues to be visible to us.

The lively feelings of tingling and heat began to mingle about my male nether regions after having been so dormant in our earlier sadness. My spirits and protuberance were lifted to tent joyfully against the hiking shorts that concealed it. The bearded man followed his companion up to the trunk of the tree, his hands stroking his waist and hips the full distance, their undiminished cocks bobbing about. The man who had been recipient bent over at the waist at roughly a horizontal angle, reaching for the tree trunk to support his posture. He spread thin legs, knees slightly bent, giving us a good view of the low hanging sac that contained proportionately small orbs of his sexual offerings. His arched cock flinched and twitched about perhaps in anticipation of his companion's advances. The angle of the sun being directly on both of them, I thought I could detect occasional drips of excitation drooling from the ends of both their ready ramrods.

The bearded man who had so contentedly mouthed intimate contacts on his companion's arousal now stood directly behind him carefully scrutinizing how he could take best advantage of his friend's new gait. Both his hands caressing and fondling the scrawny ass of the bent man, he suddenly lowered himself on his knees so that he was nearly at eye level with the other man's posterior. Carefully fingering and spreading ass cheeks, he just as suddenly buries his face into the other man's exposed rear end. Nose and mouth become almost invisible to me, presumably attentive to the opening of his companion's anal canal as movement about his jaw and cheeks suggest some oral manipulations directed at those parts.

Just as I consider angling my binocular location to the now recipient of posterior services, I hear a distant throaty moan. Upon adjustment, his face just inches from the tree trunk reveals an extreme grimace of clenched teeth and furrowed brow. Because he was in no way restrained and made no effort to alter his stance, I had to deduce that these were expressions of ecstatic physical pleasure. His mouth returned to a gaping pose and his eyes began to assume a glaze, as if he were not looking at any particular object. Occasionally he would lower his head below his shoulders, as if to evaluate the temperament of his twitching aroused sex. As such, he would continue to utter quick grunts and groans. I contemplated arising to position myself where I would be able to view at a more direct angle the physiological parts and organs and the manner that they were being attended that caused the bent over recipient such surmounting raptures.

Not wanting to interrupt such a magnetic show of lustful activity, I stayed put. Angling my visual device to see the servicing companion, by now his glistening wet fingers writhed about the center of his lover's posterior. One appeared to have penetrated that orifice up to the knuckle, the recipient's ass now appearing to sway some and reverse back into the digits of flesh and bone that cavorted about there. The middle finger in penetration started to stroke deeper in and out and then the forefinger adjacent to it started applying pressure to the rim of the cavity to allow itself entry. The tissue about the invaded sphincter must have given away, for they both were stroking clasped together in unison. And such it was also with the forefinger of the other hand. The man with the fingers had removed his other hand and placed his forefinger in his mouth. Judging from the movements of his cheek, he must have carefully licked on a substantial blanket of wetness before returning it to his friend's ass. The practitioner's forefinger would counterstroke the movements of the two fingers on the other hand, rendering even louder moans from the recipient.




A Connoisseur's Feast



By now, I could no longer ignore the urgency and inflammation that this spectacularly mesmerizing performance was stimulating beneath my shorts and about my jock strap. My lower torso demanded attention. Zipping down and removing whatever other inhibitions of fabric, I removed my turgid throbbing male parts, now damp with their own effluences to enjoy the warm sun and be swept by the graceful breezes of the summer afternoon. I looked over to my trail mate and he too had withdrawn his swelled arousal. Great minds think alike! His of course was the most statuesque of all present company. Any normal application of autoeroticism to suit the situation was completely impractical now. Any pleasing strokes that we would apply to our throbbing cocks would jilt the tools that enabled us such an irresistible view. In order to remain focused as diligent voyeurs, the best we could do was apply squeezes and tiny strokes about our tender demanding flesh.

By now the bearded man had stood up, one of his hands about the crack of his partner's ass at all times. With his other hand, he spits on his finger and slathers his cock with his own saliva. He then bent over to view the underside of his companion. Still bent over as well, he reaches underneath with his free hand to the end of his lover's cock and digitally robs him of the excitement juices spewing from the pee hole, the lover's nut sac languidly draped over his forearm. Pulling his arm back, the bearded man straightens up and applies the moisture collected on the palm of hand and fingers and applies that to the head and shaft of his cock as well. He then spreads his legs slightly and with his free hand he lines the end of his mushroom top like knobby headed large glans to the crack of his lover's ass, still spread open by the fingers of his other hand. In one quick movement of his hips, he pressures this cock end against the ass of his companion. The bent over man about to be impaled clings desperately to the tree wincing, "Ahhhoooo".

They both step about unsteadily, for this first effort at breach appears to have failed. The bearded man takes one step back, having let go of his cock; he returns his fingers to his mouth applying more saliva to them. He then has both hands back at his lover's ass and appears to be applying the newly derived liquids about the crack. He steps back in place, cock in hand, presumably ready for another attempt. This time, he applies pressure with his flexed hips at the strategic point without interruption, his hands tightly about the waist of the lover whom he was invading.

"Ugghhaaaaaahhhhh!!" The loudest moan yet. We could see the substantial dickhead of the bearded man was now buried in the orifice of his friend. The stiff barrier had given way. Not moving for a few seconds, the bearded man speaks something unintelligible to his penetrated lover. Bent over and clinging about the tree in seeming desperation, he responds by nodding up and down with emphasis. This is the signal for his impaler to begin stroking the ass tunnel with deeper thrusts. They both begin uttering audible grunts. The recipient picks up his head and distinctly yells "harder!" The bearded man increases the pace in and out of his lover. By now his strokes are deep enough to thrust his hilt against his companion's ass. His inordinately thick man bush is cramming the ass cheeks and his own low hanging balls are slapping into the sac of the recipient. The ass propped up by all the steady pummeling is raised in a manner that the invading party must begin to undulate his exceedingly narrow sinuous hips in order to retain the frantic pace of stroking. At the maximum depth of each thrust, both performers utter throaty grunts and groans emanating from their very viscera. Both lovers now look about, open-mouthed, trance like expressions, lost in a haze of euphoric delirium.

In the clandestine audience, populated by two peeping toms, the binoculars could well have become surgically planted extensions from our eye sockets. Completely overwhelmed in fascination, an earthquake could not have wrested those aids away from our faces. We could not lose one second of the breath taking explicit renderings before us, normally conducted in discretion and privacy. The gritty thrustings during the most intimate of human couplings ravishes the bowels of the recipient, finally stimulating him to a turbulent climax. His stretched cock bobs up and down like the baton of a frantic orchestra conductor. At its high point it throbs and squirts out a long streak of sun dazzled jism, much of which strikes the trunk of the tree he clings to.

"Arrrrrgggghhhhh," he groans in his ecstasy. Before he concludes his groan, his fuck buddy begins one. Completely withdrawing his cock from the doubtlessly tight tunnel that housed it, he grabs it giving it one pressured sweeping stroke, shooting out his own first streak of joy juice on the back of his mate now lost in the throes of physical passion. While most of the invader's spasms in ejaculation, discharged about the small of his mate's back and upper ass, the penetrated remained bent over; his over excited cock still flinching up and down in wide sweeps, ever smaller portions of liquid climax spewing from his pee hole. After a minute, they collapsed, rolled over to meet each other, and clung together in intimate embrace.

As an old saying goes, the fat lady had sung. We were now free to drop the artifices required for our observation and attend to our own urgent needs of male physical release. Watching Bob intently stroke about his awesome phallus, I required less than a half dozen strokes to force the tension and sweet heat of my loins through my groin, the base of my dick, the shaft of my cock, and finally released through my expanded pee hole in a splash of warm white earthily aromatic liquid. Resting for a minute, we slowly and surreptitiously gathered our effects. Again, aspiring to Indian style grace, we retreated in attempted silence, but when looking back, I noticed that we must have made some noise to alert them of our presence. They both were still on the ground but had covered themselves with clothes, distressingly looking about the terrain, presumably to discern the source of the noise.

Back on the main trail, we excitedly celebrated our good fortune by recounting our impressions of what we saw. We laughed and joked, accusing each other of comically lewd responses. "I saw you with those binoculars glued to your face," my trail mate uttered accusingly. "Your cock was bouncing around under your little shorts, I thought you were going to cum right then and there. I nearly wrecked the whole show. I was going to shout out, 'Blonde, whip it out man. Let it loose!' Then you finally had the sense to remove the damn thing on your own."

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Epilogue

In the SUV, when my excursion friend drove me back to the ranch that evening he was despondent. He tried to think up an account of our social exchange, radically different from actuality to recount to his girlfriend. "Anne, least of all, should know little about what really went on." I suggested he tell her that I kept asking about the ranch routine and inquired about my uncle's business. This was partly true. He told me that he thinks Anne might have enjoyed the unexpected intrusion on the gay sex, but he believes it was much more fun to watch it with me. We both laughed as we tried to imagine what her reaction would have been to his follow-up bout of masturbatory frenzy. Before reaching the long drive on the ranch grounds when there was no other traffic, he slowed down the car, and kissed me full on the lips. Before we opened any vehicular doors at the ranch house, we embraced in a warm hug, unobserved in the night darkness.

Just as I had alerted Bob, the remainder of the week was absorbed in close consultation with my uncle. I was carefully demonstrating to him the software operation and explaining how his business data integrated with its design and operation. I had given Bob my web based e-mail address, so he was able to send me messages describing how he was relating to his girlfriend and what he decided to tell her about me. As expected, he wrote that he missed me and especially missed my attentions to his sensation hungry cock.

I elaborated on a topic I had already discussed during one of our nude evenings together. I explained that many different 'personals' web-sites could be researched where he would be matched with any number of willing and ready cocksuckers just about anywhere in the country. The next Saturday afternoon, I had my little car packed and ready for my return home. I planned my departure to coincide with Bob's conclusion from work for the weekend. He rode with me as far as in town.

"I don't want to meet up with just any cocksucker. I want a blond who will be fanatical about it like you." I told him when I returned home, we would refine our search to seek out just the right cock man. We hugged many times as I pulled into the parking lot of his rustic landscaped apartment building. He pleaded with me to make plans to return as soon as I could.

"Blonde, I promise you that I will do the best I can to find a swimming hole before you come back. I may have to search pretty far a field, but I promise it will be a swimming hole we both would enjoy."

That is my story: the story of my favorite conquest. I hope you are now convinced that I am a connoisseur of cock. On this occasion, I was able to savor a connoisseur's feast.