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Chapter 13: Penis Milk
Martin, shuddering, finally relaxed his grip on the sides of the tub and let his back fall against its sloped wall, shoving his ass even harder up against Hugh's thighs. His cock and balls were resting on Hugh's belly, the head of the cock twitching at a point far above Hugh's navel, right between his nipples.
Martin loved the feeling of having another guy's big tool jammed up his ass with little or no lubrication. And when Hugh actually started to fuck him, he went wild!
Hugh began to pump his cock back and forth into his asshole, thrusting fiercely, the soapsuds generously lubricating Martin's delicate anal canal. With each thrust he felt his asshole being spread open wider by that rampaging, stallion-like prick!
As Martin eagerly returned Hugh's thrusts, his dick and balls slapped wildly against his fucker's wet, slippery belly and chest. He rested his legs on the stud welder's broad shoulders, reveling in the feeling of being naked and erect and spreading his legs--and his buttocks--whorishly, brazenly wide open and sucking another guy's hot cock up into his shit hole, exulting in the pressure and fullness of the thick, searing cock that was impaling him.
Hugh slapped his crotch up harder and harder against Martin's hole, ramming his wet, soap-slick prickshaft in and out, faster and faster.
He felt the first spurt of his climax shoot out of his dick unexpectedly and fly deep into Martin's anus. Hugh pulled back on the muscles he used to fuck with, hoping to sustain the sweet agony of sexual suspense, if only for a few moments longer-Ñbut he was unable to do so.
The loads of come shot out of his balls and down through the core of his long prickshaft, expelling themselves, savagely into Martin's wide-open, receiving asshole, which spasmed wildly around the hard-driving tool that was filling it with hot thick sperm.
Hugh shot spurt after spurt into Martin, slipping and sliding helplessly against him in the tub; then Martin began to moan and--as he felt the first blast of come shoot into him, its warm, sticky wetness flooding his insides, the hot hard head of Hugh's cock pressing madly against his prostate-Ñhe too exploded.
His cock released wads of turgid white cream, all over Hugh's chest. The excess splattered thickly against the sides of the tub and ran in rivulets down Hugh's torso, running into the wet, tangled hair at his crotch.
Panting for breath after his violent orgasm, Hugh slowly pulled his still-hard cock out of Martin's dripping asshole; and, as he did so, come flowed out onto the bottom of the tub, mixing with the soap and sweat that drenched the cocks, balls, and asses of both shuddering men.
They got up gingerly together and showered, their dicks maintaining their erections: as they scrubbed themselves and each other, then rinsed off under the hot spray, their big, hard pricks bounced up and down energetically and rubbed restlessly back and forth against each other.
The two guys toweled off quickly, hen went into the other room and lay down on the bed together, Hugh threw his leg over Martin's leg and let his thigh gently brush Martin's horse-sized cock, awesome even in repose. Hugh ran his fingers over Martin's chest and stomach, feeling his fingertips brushing through the silky hairs.
"That was some fuck in the tub," he laughed softly. "You're wild!"
Martin didn't answer with words, but turned to face Hugh, resting his meaty, hairy thigh between Hugh's legs and against his balls. His semi-erect cock flopped over onto Hugh's belly. He rubbed Hugh's chest with the flat of his hand, letting his palm massage Hugh's stiff nipples.
Hugh grunted, then shoved his hand under Martin's back and pulled him over on top of him. The two men lay there together like that for a long while, neither one of them moving, both lost in the quiet, peaceful intimacy of their bodily contact.
Hugh ran his hands lightly up and down over Martin's broad hack . then he heard the guy's deep breathing, and realized that Martin had fallen asleep on top of him, no doubt worn out by their intense sex. Smiling, Hugh let himself fall asleep, too, hugging the other warm, naked body closely against himself.
In the morning they had sex again, then showered, got dressed, and reluctantly went their separate ways.
Hugh had barely parted from Martin on the sidewalk outside the little coffee shop where they'd had breakfast together, than he literally bumped into a hot-looking young number who seemed strangely familiar.
Hugh was just opening his mouth to excuse himself when he recognized the guy. It was Stewart--the humpy, oversexed young geologist who had been Hugh's very first trick after he'd first set foot on Alaskan soil!
He hugged Stewart unashamedly right there on the sidewalk, then dragged him back into the coffee shop for some coffee so that they could catch up with each other.
"I told you that the fucking pipeline was a small world and that we'd probably be seeing each other again soon," Stewart said smugly, after listening to Hugh's adventures. "But what the hell are you doing in Nome?"
"I'm supposed to be 'resting and recuperating,'" Hugh laughed. "But I've spent most of my time 'rimming and reaming,' frankly. I can't believe how much gay action them is in this town! But listen-Ñwhen can we get together to fuck?" he asked bluntly.
It was almost as though the night with Martin hadn't taken place. Martin was a hot number and he had left Hugh feeling satisfied, even drained; but Stewart was getting the welder excited all over again. Hugh's treacherous prick twitched impatiently in his jeans at the prospect of going to bed with him again!
"Oh, shit," Stewart groaned. "I'd love to go someplace with you right now, man, and get naked and fuck and suck all damn day long-Ñbut I can't! I'm flying up north into Eskimo country and the helicopter leaves in less than an hour. I've got to spend all week drilling rock samples for the frigging oil company, because they think there're big oil deposits up there in that godforsaken wilderness."
Suddenly, he brightened. "Hey, Hugh, why don't you just come along, if you've got nothing better to do on your time off? It'll be kind of boring up there--no night life-Ñbut it's beautiful country, and I think I could keep you entertained." He laughed wickedly.
Quite impulsively, Hugh agreed to accompany his friend on the expedition. Why not?
When the helicopter dropped the two men off at their isolated destination, after flying over what looked like an endless expanse of frozen tundra from the air, Hugh felt as though he had been transported to the farthest reaches of the earth.
The Eskimos accepted him and Stewart at once: their primary concern was about newly threatened legislation limiting their hunting of bowhead whales. They lived not in igloos, as Hugh had fantasized during the trip, but in what resembled tar-paper shacks and quonset huts.
The brief summer had ended, and the fierce Arctic winds were back in full force, whipping their territory into a frozen white froth. At times the cold air and driving, icy wind almost suffocated Hugh, who could hardly breathe when it forced its way down his throat.
He quickly discovered that his image of the natives as somber, melancholy people, constantly battling the climate, was all wrong. They laughed and partied and everybody in the settlement got drunk when the day's work was done.
Their host family was shy and reserved around Hugh at first, but when the welder showed no tendency to judge them or their way of life, but accepted everything around him as matter-of-factly as Stewart did, they became extremely friendly. In fact, the young men of the tribe insisted on undressing and examining both strangers as though Stewart and Hugh were alien creatures newly descended from another planet!
"I'm just like you guys," Hugh protested as he was semi-forcibly stripped naked inside the hut. "I'm just a man, for God's sake. Look, we've all got the same thing between our legs, don't we?" he argued, hefting his cock and balls in his hand and displaying them quite unashamedly.
"No, no," one of the brown-skinned Eskimo studs protested vigorously, exposing himself to Hugh in turn. "Your skin is white like snow or penis milk all over; mine is the same color as what comes out the other side!"
As he said it, he put his hand behind himself to fondle his anus and illustrate his point. 'What an unflattering comparison!' Hugh thought, as he caught Stewart winking and grinning at him. But then, these were a simple people who interpreted life in very basic terms.
"You're beautiful, men," he said. "All of you--"
The young bachelors more or less took charge of him while Stewart was busy drilling his rock samples, showing him around, keeping him entertained. One of the younger men, a dark-eyed, walnut-skinned boy with sleek, supple, very muscular limbs, gave Hugh a rubdown with whale oil after showing him to his bed. It had a sealskin cover that felt as sensuous as anything Hugh had ever had pressed against his bare flesh.
He groaned with pleasure as he stretched out on his belly on the fur and let the young stud, whose name was Koodloo and who was also completely nude while he gave the massage, manipulate his body with warm slippery palms and probing, talented fingers.
"You like?" Koodloo purred.
"Yes--very much. Oh, you're good at it!" Hugh panted.
Several of the other younger guys wandered into the small room to observe the massage. "Take off your clothes," Koodloo advised them as he worked on Hugh's gleaming white body. "You'll all freeze otherwise, when you go outside again."
Everybody stripped down to the barest essentials. With half a dozen naked men in the tiny space, it was crowded and remarkably cozy and warm. The bedroom was heated and lit by a central flame provided by seal oil burning in a pot; Koodloo warmed the lubricant he was slathering so generously all over Hugh's naked body over the flame.
The other guys watched the massage intently, chattering away in low voices in the strange, unintelligible language. Abruptly, one of them stood up and started stroking his fat, stubby cock into rigidity!
"Now we see if guest really same color as penis milk," he explained with a lascivious grin.
The other young men watched him masturbate, more amused than shocked or embarrassed. It took their buddy only a few minutes to attain climax, and he emptied his thick, creamy semen into the cupped hands of another guy, who quickly held the cloudy-white puddle of jism next to Hugh's shining skin.
"No, he different color, see?" the second youth pointed out belligerently. "He like this," he said, spreading his own buttocks wide apart and fingering the rosy pinkness of his tight little anal rim.
"He's right," Koodloo agreed. "Not like this at all!" With that, he dipped his index finger into the ejaculation, studied it against the flickering light, and then touched it to his tongue to taste it as well.
As though to compare the flavor, Koodloo bent over Hugh and licked him between his ass cheeks, wetting his sphincter ring thoroughly with his gently swabbing tongue while the welder, grossed out by all this discussion of skin colors and bodily fluids but wildly aroused, grunted with desperate pleasure at the unexpected oral-anal contact.
It was obvious that the Eskimos did not regard any of this as a sexual assault or insult aimed at him. They were merely checking out Hugh's anatomy for themselves in the simplest, most practical way they knew how to. Hugh took mental note of the fact.
Back in his society, all of this sex play would be part and parcel of a frenzied all-male orgy. And yet there they were, naked and aroused, but calmly matching skin and sperm textures and tastes as though they were all students enrolled in some bizarre life-drawing class!
Check out my story:
"The Man with the Jeep" in the Camping section
And these other transcribed tales:
"The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section