As spring quickly transitioned to summer, I was looking to make a getaway. I decided to hit up the American West, eager to get some time outdoors and in new stunning environments that just don't exist on the east coast. After consulting with Spencer, we realized we had a long weekend free in common, so set our sights on a few days away.
The first two days of the trip were incredible. After taking our rental car from the airport to the Sierra Nevadas, we explored a few of California's national parks followed by much needed nights in hotels. But for our third night, we had planned for a backcountry excursion into a remote canyon.
We packed our camping backpacks with all the supplies and food needed for the next day and left our car in a dust filled gravel pit that attempted to pass itself off as a parking lot. The road to the trailhead was bumpier than I've ever experienced, and I was thankful Spencer had volunteered to drive.
We adjusted our backpacks in the dry heat and started to question our timing. The low for today and tomorrow was in the high eighties, which meant by the time we set off at noon, it was already inching towards one hundred degrees. With one final double check of our water supply, we set off on the five-mile hike to the backcountry site.
Within minutes into the first ascent on the trail, we ran into a single woman who looked to be returning from her own overnight excursion.
"Are you headed out to the backcountry sites?" she called to us.
"Yeah, did you have a nice night?" I asked in return.
"Unfortunately, no. I was headed to the site this morning to stay the night, but for the last two hours I've noticed a mountain lion trailing me. I'm not with anyone else, so I decided to head back."
Spencer and I turned to each other with uneasy glances. Although we are both experienced campers, the idea of a persistent mountain lion in the vicinity of our remote spot was not appealing.
"Best of luck!" the hiker said as she passed us to descend into the parking lot.
As her footsteps faded away, Spencer and I continued hiking, albeit at a slightly slower pace than before.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" I asked.
"It's just one mountain lion, and we've got two people. We're not turning back," Spencer replied. I tried to embody his confidence, but still felt some doubts.
"Ok, but let's keep a close eye out," I said. Spencer agreed and we kept on moving. After every ten minutes or so, I did a full 360 degree sweep of the line of vision, trying to discern any moving brown shapes from the brown geography all around us.
Despite my worrying, the hike was pleasant, if a little hot. The views were incredible. We stepped up and down small inclines with smooth, rounded plateaus of rock erupting into view around every turn. The trail took us through a few tight canyons where we almost had to sidestep to pass through. After one small turnaround, we reached our site in a large canyon that stretched above us just as the sun began to set.
We climbed up to the specific site and found it to be perched along a narrow flat surface set into the canyon wall. From this height, we took in the entire view of the orange and brown bands glinting in the warm sunset light. I had never seen a place so gorgeous, and it was made even better by knowing no one was around except myself and Spencer's sexy body.
As we took a break from the hike and caught our breaths, I leaned in for a deep kiss, excited to take advantage of the solitary environment. As we sat in the glow of the afternoon light, I quickly became hard and could tell Spencer was as well. But being smart travelers, we decided to set up camp for the night before evening came too quickly.
After pitching our tent, we took care of our own pitched tents as well. Off came all our clothes until we were living a nudist's dream in our own private canyon. Setting a few shirts down to avoid sitting in the sandstone dust, we took in the view in front of us. I was awed by what we were experiencing, but my eyes were getting very distracted by Spencer's gorgeous body in front of me. His strong arms reached off a tight chest and abs with just a hint of hair trailing down from his navel to the bush around the cock that was lolling lazily around at half-mast as we opened a bottle of wine.
The sunset continued to stun as we drank deeply and appreciated the view. But a couple of glasses in, my attention was fully consumed by Spencer's body displayed out in the open for the whole world to see, if there had been another set of eyes within a mile radius, that is.
"I think we should commemorate this moment with something special," I said.
Oh really? What's on your mind?" Spencer asked.
This view is so incredible, I would hate to experience it just once. Should we capture it on video?"
"I think that's a very reasonable idea. Perhaps we can provide a good viewing experience as well," Spencer said with a wink.
He stood up to set up his phone on a nearby rock with great views of our seats and the sunset. As he came back to me, he leaned down as if to go in for a kiss, but instead continued further south to take my rapidly growing dick in his mouth. I sat back and spread my legs to allow him easier access and relaxed into the moment as his warm mouth moved up and down my shaft. I was doubly excited from the sensation of the blow job but also from the knowledge that I'd be able to watch this back and jack off to the memory as often as I wanted.
Spencer continued to blow me, paying special attention to my head as he swirled his tongue around the tip before reaching down to get my long shaft into his throat. Every time he bottomed out at my pubes was a gasp-worthy sensation. Eventually, he reached down with his hand and began to softly play with my hole as he pumped one hand around my cock beneath his lips. He knew exactly how to get me turned on and deployed his techniques effortlessly.
Knowing I was close, I sat up and kneeled and had Spencer stand up so that way we were in profile for the camera. As he loomed over me, I looked into his eyes and took his cock down my throat. At this point all I could contain in my mind was how to give Spencer exactly what he wanted. I was consumed by the goal of being his pleasure.
After gagging on his cock for a few minutes, I pulled back and twisted my hands down and around his slick shaft, making sure to give a special glance to his head. The quick motions of the handjob quickly got him close and twitching. Knowing exactly how to push him over the edge, I kept one hand pumping his dick and used the other to reach up and rub his nipples, using my slick hand to glide across while he groaned under my touch.
"Fuck I'm so close" he moaned, and in response I only increased my speed. A final twitch spasmed across his body and his dick got suddenly rock hard before erupting all over me. Shot after shot coursed out of him and landed throughout my chest hair. As I felt his cum land on me, I reached down and quickly orgasmed, adding my own cum to the congealed nest on my chest.
Spencer collapsed down next to me, and we lolled against each other, catching the final rays before the sun set beneath the western wall of the canyon. We kept our clothes off the entire night, partially to enjoy the freedom but also due to the relentless heat that persisted throughout the evening. Despite the heat, I found myself drawing close to Spencer as we drifted off, eager to revisit the video footage of the evening again and again. And thankfully we avoided any unwanted mountain lion visitors!