I slept well that night and dreamt of the previous day's enjoyment. I met Justin for breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and we decided that we would take a helicopter ride to the Grand Canyon. The hotel concierge made the necessary arrangements for us, and we took a taxi to the Vegas airport. The panoramic views of the canyon from the helicopter were absolutely stunning. We circled the canyon for hours, feasting on caviar and champagne that was included in the package Justin had purchased for us. The helicopter then landed alongside the canyon, and we enjoyed a lavish dinner as the setting sun painted the canyon a majestic shade of red.
We were enjoying ourselves so much that we lost track of time. By the time we finished dinner the sun had completely set, and the helicopter pilot could not get airport clearance to return to Las Vegas in the dark. He suggested we stay at a campsite at the base of the canyon, and then return to Las Vegas tomorrow morning. He said we could, of course, get a hotel room if we preferred, but he was confident we would love the unique experience of camping in the canyon.
We were escorted to the canyon's base and a large tent easily capable of fitting two sleeping bags people was pitched for us. The pilot was right: the view from inside the canyon was spectacular. The star filled sky provided the perfect backdrop for the canyon's eerily beautiful jagged rocks and craggy peaks.
After several glasses of wine and pleasant conversation we decided it was time to escape the cool night air in the warmth of our tent and sleeping bags. Since we had not prepared to spend the night at the canyon, we did not have a change of clothes. We would have to wear the same clothes we wore today again tomorrow, so we thought it best not to sleep in them to prevent them from getting too wrinkled and malodorous. We slipped out of our clothes and lay them in a corner of the tent.
Our warm clothes had provided adequate protection against the cold canyon air, but now naked, we shivered and quickly climbed into our sleeping bags. Our bags were of good quality, but not warm enough given that we were naked. I tried in vain to warm up, but it was no use. Justin was also miserably cold, and started sadly complaining.
After several more minutes, it was clear that we could not sleep at this temperature. Out of sheer desperation I suggested to Justin that we share a sleeping bag and take advantage of our body warmth. He thought it was a great idea, and climbed out of his bag and into mine.
Our naked bodies were now pressed together in a bag that was really only intended for one person. Our bodies were pressed together, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, our legs practically intertwined. Body warmth circulated between us, and we slowly warmed up. Normally, I would have been uncomfortable in such a position, but I had been so cold and, most importantly, Justin and I had already had our naked bodies pressed together during yesterday's lap dance. Our closeness, however, was too much for Justin, and his cock was soon hard.
He began gently pushing his hard cock into my own. I could not ignore the sensation and soon my own cock was also hard. We slowly ground our prostrate bodies and cocks into each other. Justin then wrapped one hand around my cock and massaged my ass with his other hand. He whispered in my ear too please do the same to him.
I wanted him to be happy, so I caressed his cock and ass as he desired. He contentedly sighed when my hand found his cock. We gradually increased our pace, and soon we were both rhythmically masturbating each other's cocks. We were now quite warm, and unzipped and opened the sleeping bag so we could lie on top of it.
We continued masturbating each other, but our leaking pre cum did not provide enough lubrication. Justin asked me if I would prefer a blow job. I was so horny and my prick was so rigid that I readily said yes. He swung around and rapped his moist lips around my cock. The sensation of his soft lips and wet tongue on my cock left me breathless and audibly moaning. He fondled my balls while he sucked and licked my cock. He tongue traced the entire length of my shaft and then he sucked my cock head like it was a tasty piece of candy. He next engulfed my entire head and full shaft in his mouth, and deep throated me to a state of ecstasy.
Justin's dick was just a few inches from my mouth and I tentatively licked its head. He then shifted even closer to me, giving me access to his shaft. I licked up and down it, relishing my first ever blow job, and hoped that I could give Justin as much pleasure as he was giving me. I put his cock head in my mouth and sucked on it. Slowly I took more of his cock in my mouth until I had swallowed about four inches. I bobbed my head up and down until his cock was coated with saliva, and then tried to take more in. I couldn't get the full seven inches down my throat, but I was able to get about six inches in. Justin didn't mind that I couldn't deep throat him. He was gently pushing his hips toward my mouth and happily moaning while he sucked my cock.
My own cock was engorged with pleasure. Justin deep throated every inch of my shaft and caressed and massaged my cum filled balls. He varied his rhythm from slow to fast and occasionally just focused on sucking and licking my cock's ultra sensitive ridge and head. My hips were reflexively thrusting into his warm, wonderful mouth.
Every thing Justin was doing to me I tried to do for him. It must have felt good for him because his cock was expanding and getting even harder in my mouth. When I started sucking on his slit he loudly groaned and passionately fucked my mouth.
He kept sucking the top half of my shaft and began masturbating the bottom half with his hand. His saliva and my pre cum had my cock well lubricated, and his hand easily glided over and around my prick. He increased the pace of his hand as it twisted and rubbed my cock, and increased the suction on my cock head. My whole body was tingling as I prepared to cum. I had to stop sucking Justin's cock as my budding orgasm overcame me.
My hips were now thrusting uncontrollably as Justin sucked and masturbated me with utmost skill. My cock was as hard as steel and almost more sensitive than I could bear. It felt like a thousand velvet pins were encircling my cock. Justin's lips, tongue, and fingers worked in magic unison as he brought me toward orgasm. Every inch of my cock was tingling with all consuming pleasure. I practically stopped breathing when my cum began to race from my balls to my cock head. With a blinding glory I shot my cum into Justin's mouth, who did his best to keep sucking me off while I came. He swallowed all of it, his mouth never leaving my heaving prick. He continued sucking me while I recovered and my cock softened.
Justin turned around and put his head on my chest, and waited for me to open my eyes. He had not yet cum and I wanted him to be as satisfied as I was. I instructed him to lie on his back and I crawled between his legs. I licked the head of his cock and trailed kisses and licks down his shaft. His cock was still rock hard and turgid from my previous oral efforts and I did not think he could last for long, but I wanted to delay his orgasm for as long as possible. I began sucking on the top half of his cock while I reached up and rubbed his chest and nipples. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft for a while and then once again trailed licks and kissed down his shaft until my mouth was on his balls. I alternately sucked and licked his balls, while I gingerly ran my fingers over his cock.
I lifted his knees toward his chest so I could better suck on his balls. His cock flopped down on his stomach, and he placed his hand over mine on his cock. Together we delicately masturbated his prick while I sucked on his balls. I brought his legs back down to the ground and put his cock back in my mouth. I sucked almost his entire shaft into my mouth and then released it until my tongue rested on his cock head. I repeated this several times while I rubbed his chest with one hand and his balls with my other.
Justin was now thrashing around, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing ragged and loud. He was about to cum so I began masturbating his shaft with my hand from the base of his cock to the ridge while my mouth pleasured his super sensitive cock head. His hands were flailing about and his hips were undulating uncontrollable just as mine had when he brought me to orgasm. His body froze with his first spurt of cum. I stopped sucking him when he came but kept massaging his balls and masturbating his prick with my hand. Spurt after spurt of hot cum covered my hand as I pumped Justin's prick while he climaxed. Finally, he stopped cumming and lay motionless on the sleeping bag, exhausted from the experience. I crawled up beside him, and we both quickly fell asleep, physically drained and totally satisfied.