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.