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Boondocking with Ajo
I was cruising across the Arizona desert on I-10 on my way to Palm Springs, and pulled off at Quartzsite, a small town of a few hundred people that explodes with thousands of snowbirds seeking a warm, cheap place to park their RVs in the winter months. John insisted I stop and meet his buddy Ajo (ah-hoe), and while I wasn't too keen on delaying my visit to the glitz and glam and hot men of Palm Springs, John was insistent and I needed to make a pit stop, so what the heck.
Ajo lived year-round out of a 35-foot-long bus converted into an RV, following the snowbirds to the desert Southwest in the winter and back north in the summer. He was boondocking on BLM land in the desert just outside the Quartzsite city limits – there's no charge if you move your rig every couple of weeks, and most people need to fill and empty their tanks about that often, so a small change of scenery is no big deal. He depends on solar power most of the time, and has a generator if needed to recharge his batteries.
John said to follow the road 3/10 of a mile past the Hi Jolly cemetery and make a right on a dirt road marked with a pole that had a red bandanna hanging on it. Just follow that road about quarter mile and I'd see Ajo's bus in all its Priscilla-Queen-of-the-Desert splendor.
Ajo saw my trail of dust and was sitting on his patio when I pulled up next to his rig. He looked like a vacationing Santa Claus, curly white hair and a full beard to match with more white hair sprouting from a barrel chest. He was a little under six feet tall and close to 200 pounds; I am about 6-1 and weight about 170 with almost no body hair except for my pubes and legs.
"Hi there Willy, John said you'd be here about now," he said. "Welcome to my humble abode on the desert." I reached to shake his hand, and he pulled me into a bear hug.
"Good to meet you, Ajo. Nice spot you've got here. I drove right to it," I said.
"C'mon in, I'll buy you a drink and give you the grand tour."
I followed him inside, kind of hippie chic décor, a couple of easy chairs covered in colorful tie-dye blankets. Looking further there was a dinette with a laptop open on it, a love seat opposite the dinette, and a galley kitchen. "Not much but it's home," he said, leading me back, pointing to the small bathroom – there was an old "First Hand" gay porn digest on the back of the toilet – and then motioned me to look in the bedroom. Another copy of "First Hand" was sitting on the nightstand, on top of a Felice Picano novel.
"Looks comfy. Now what about that drink?"
"Take one of the chairs in the salon, I'll pour us each a glass of vino. John says you like a pinot grigio, that OK?"
"Sure," I said taking a seat. He handed me a glass and sat down opposite me, spread his legs apart and that's when I saw the bulge in his shorts. John said he had a big uncut dick, and I could see it rested on top of an equally impressive set of balls. His shirt stretched taut across his chest, pressing a pair of well worked nipples against the fabric. I was starting to think this may have been worth the stop.
We chatted idly for a few minutes about Quartzsite, what I did for a living, his past work as a geologist on oil rigs around the world. "Hey I need to take a leak, mind if I use the facilities?" I asked.
"All of us out here to try to keep from filling the black tanks, do you mind going outside? I need to go too and will show you where I've been watering the sagebrush."
I followed him outside and around the other side of the rig, out of view of any other RVs –unless someone had some good binoculars. He faced his rig and unbuttoned his shorts, I unzipped and stood next to him, and he pulled out that big trouser snake and started peeing. I was so busy staring at him and that golden stream of piss that I forgot to pee myself.
"Nice one isn't it?" he asked, holding his dick in one hand and cupping his big balls with the other.
"Yeah, sorry to stare," I said and finally let loose with my own piss.
"Hey don't be sorry, that's what we gay guys are meant to do. You ain't too shabby yourself," he said, and tapped my ass, "and have a nice butt."
"Thanks. You're too kind."
"Let's go finish our wine. Maybe you'll give me a look at that bare ass."
We shook the last drops out of our dicks, zipped up and went back inside. He closed the shades on the big front windshield, said the sun was getting a little strong although I think he was shutting out any passers-by. "Grab your drink and come over here," he said, as he plopped down on the loveseat.
I picked up my drink and started to sit down next to Ajo, but he pulled me in front of him and started kneading my butt. "Pull down those pants and let me see that ass." As soon as I loosened my belt and undid the button on my jeans, he had my pants and boxer shorts down to my thighs and resumed kneading my butt and spreading my cheeks apart. "Wow, what a pretty smooth flat bottom." Then a light slap against my right ass cheek and another against my left. Then I felt his beard against me and a hot breath across my hole as he reached up and caressed my balls and my ever swelling cock.
"You like that, don't you. Yeah, gonna get some play out of this ass." And then he smacked it again, a little harder this time and my cock jumped in his hand.
"Hang on, gotta get rid of some rags," he said as he pulled his tank top off, unbuttoned his shorts and kicked them across the floor. He pulled me down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my chest, and started gently pinching and twisting my nipples. His big cock started to stir underneath me, and his hairy chest caressed my smooth back. He leaned in to nibble my neck and I ground my butt cheeks into his pubes and moaned.
"Whaddya say let's take this action back to my bed?" he asked as he pulled us up into a standing position, his dick poking between my legs. He continued to nibble my neck and play with my tits. He was pressed against my back we walked all the way back to bedroom.
"Get on the bed and on your knees," he said.
"Yes, sir, glad to sir," I responded.
He pushed my legs apart, spread my butt cheeks, leaned in, and spat in my crack. "You like your ass eaten? Want my tongue in your hungry hole?"
"Yes, please sir."
He leaned in again and teased my hole with his tongue, and then pushed through my ass lips and really started to tongue fuck me for what seemed like an hour of bliss but was only a couple of minutes. "Nice, more to come for that ass though," he said as he pulled open a drawer next to the bed. "Wanna check out the toys? Anything in particular you'd like to play with?," he asked, pointing to a pile of cock rings, nipple clamps, and several different sizes of butt plugs and dildos. Before I could answer, he picked up a small-size butt plug with a hard tail attached, and pulled some lube out of another drawer.
"Bet you'd like this." He was still behind me and started smearing some lube on my ass and slicked up the dildo. "We'll go nice and easy to open that pretty ass up," he said as I felt the dildo press against me, and then slowly slide in. "Relax and enjoy it."
"Yes, sir, I am," I whispered as he impaled me, twisting it a little until it wouldn't go any further and my sphincter made a tight seal around the taper in the dildo.
"Stand up, puppy, and let me see you wag that tail."
I stood up with my erect tail sticking out of my butt and my erect cock sticking out in front of me.
"Why don't you go get our drinks and we'll chill out for a few minutes. Fetch, puppy, fetch."
I walked kind of awkwardly to get our drinks and when I came back, Ajo was sitting on the bed, his legs sprawled and his cock had relaxed enough that foreskin had crept back up on the shaft. I had started to get used to the plug up my ass and my cock too had softened. I handed Ajo his wine, which he set down and reached over and twisted my tail so it was pointing between my legs and I could sit down too, my legs also sprawled.
"Good puppy," he said, "drink some wine and relax." He reached back into his toy chest and pulled out a couple of silicone cock rings. He stretched the larger one over his balls and pushed his big dick through it, and handed me the smaller one to do the same. That made my cock rouse again but I managed to get it on before getting hard again.
We sipped on our wine and lightly played with each other's nipples, balls and cocks. Ajo would twist my tail from side to side and leaned over and started nibbling my tits, his bushy beard scratching against my smooth chest.
"Oh, yes sir, damn, sir, that feels good," I cooed. He let out a low growl and pushed me down on the mattress, his now-hard dick pressing against my stomach.
"Time for you to make me feel good," he said as he rose up, pushed a couple of pillows under my head, and sidled up my chest until his manhood was pressing against my lips. "Open up for this big dick."
I wrapped my lips around his cock head and pushed down on his foreskin, licking up traces of sweat, urine and a little head cheese. His scent was intoxicating as he pushed my head back and forth on his cock, my nose pressing into his bushy pubes and my chin his hairy balls. He'd do some short strokes and then slowly ease his dick down my throat on a long stroke, release so I could catch my breath, and repeat. All I could do was moan in pleasure as the butt plug was moving with each stroke, gently massaging my hungry ass.
"Ummm... feels good... but I'm gonna breed your ass and plant this seed," he said, pulling back and sitting on his haunches. He pulled me up on his legs, and yanked the butt plug out with a plop. "Bet that ass feels empty and needs something to fill it up." My ass was dripping wet with lube and my own juices, and he stuck a finger in, then another opening me up. My dick was sticking straight up, and I was so turned on that he could have put his entire hand and I would have just cried in ecstasy. But he didn't and put my legs on his shoulders and took aim with his swollen manhood.
He pushed in slowly letting my ass adjust to his thick tool, and my sphincter was relaxed and stretched to accommodate his girth. By the time he hit bottom and my g-spot, it was pure pleasure.
"Holy cow, you're tight," he said as his balls slapped against my butt cheeks. "Not gonna last long before I paint your guts with my cum."
"Oh, yes sir, anything you want, sir. God I love your dick up my ass, sir."
He started fucking me in earnest, nice long strokes, pulling back until his cock head was wedged just inside my sphincter muscle, and back in again. Picking up speed, I could tell he was close and with all the rams my prostate was taking, I didn't dare touch myself because I knew I'd come instantly. I started clenching my ass ring around his dick when he pressed into me, and he took one last stroke, ramming his cock even further into my ass, holding my legs against his chest for maximum penetration, and started convulsing.
"Oh... my ... God ..." and I could feel his hot seed erupting inside me. He grabbed my cock, and my cum spewed out like a geyser, a wad landing on my face. We were both breathing like we'd just run a marathon, and he sat back, allowing his cock to slide out of my now-gaping hole.
Our breathing returned to normal, and almost simultaneously, we both whispered, "Holy shit."
"You still think you need to go to Palm Springs," he asked.
"Not for the sex, that's for sure," I responded. "But I better get out of here while I still have an ass left."