GAY RAFTING TRIP
I was on a business trip in Prescott AZ, it had been a long hot day and I was thirsty. I stopped at a tavern flying a rainbow flag, and as I guessed it turned out to be a gay bar. I ordered a beer and picked up a gay newspaper that contained an interesting ad for an all gay seven day rafting trip down the Colorado river thru the Grand Canyon July 1. It was limited to twelve men aged 20 thru 50 and the participants would be drawn out of a hat June 15 among the guys who had sent in a letter from a doctor testifying that they had been tested for STD including herpes within the previous two weeks and were disease free. Sounded like fun so I cleared that week for vacation time and got the STD testing done and transmitted to the rafting company. I got lucky and was one of the chosen dozen.
We gathered around the raft with our gear on departure day for the introductory talk from the two guides Jim and Zeke. The gist was that on the water we were always to wear our helmets and life jackets and safety was our first priority. I'd been down this river before and the raft was different in that there was a tarpaulin two feet high surrounding the edge of the raft and they explained that it would not interfere with our view but it would not allow other passer by rafts to see us below our shoulders. "Because, if you queers are as depraved as the guys the last time we did this trip, you'll be naked once the sun clears the canyon rim. Jim and I are even more depraved but we have to stand up and we can't let our dicks hang out while we're navigating the raft. Now, grab a helmet and life jacket. Notice the helmets are either blue or red and numbered 1 thru 6. If your helmet is numbered 3, for instance, your tent mate tonight is 3 of the opposite color and you pick a different number of the same color each night. The last night you are back with your first tentmate. Oh, and most important, use three times as much sunscreen as you think you need, especially for your weenie. A sunburned cock can make for a very dull trip."
Peter was my guy for the day. Slim, about 5'9", two years younger than my thirty, quiet and reserved. He asked how I was handling the gay life and I told him "at a distance". During the course of the morning I recounted my progressive loss of heterosexuality. Since the birth of our daughter my wife had lost all interest in sex. Maybe my waning interest in sex with her was also because my gay urges were progressively rising. I had done mutual masturbation at a gay bathhouse twice, but the encounters were far too anonymous and distant. It was also scary because I was frightened of bringing home herpes or some other unpleasant bug. This trip at least promised to be safe from that standpoint and I wanted an opportunity to find out whether gay sex was going to be better than the fleeting bathhouse experience.
Pete's story came out in bits and pieces during the day. When he was an altar boy he had been sexually abused by a priest. Only he didn't feel abused, he actually enjoyed it. Well, not the first time Father O'Keefe butt fucked him because that hurt. Feeling that his homosexual desires were immoral he hoped that getting closer to God would save him so he became a priest. His urges had not subsided with time, they had become more insistent. That and the fact that his mother had become ill and frail and required more financial resources than his salary could cover prompted to go on this trip, immerse himself in the gay life and in so doing allow him to decide whether or not to leave the priesthood for the secular world.
As the rafters peeled off their swim suits Pete developed a prominent tent in his suit. Lookong at my cock, he said, 'My, what a lovely penis. It must be at least nine inches long and uncircumcised." I had no answer to that. When he finally got naked, he was sporting a lean six incher pointing vertically at the sun.
"And you have a pretty organ too. It points directly to heaven. Does that mean anything?", I said.
"It remains to be determined.", he said.
When we beached the raft for lunch we had to put our bathing suits back on so passing traffic wouldn't freak out. We had a hearty lunch, reboarded the raft, got naked and enjoyed the scenery which was getting more spectacular as we floated deeper into the canyon. Gunny sacks of beer and pop floating in the 52 degree water of the mighty Colorado began to deliver their contents for our pleasure as the heat of the day increased. By the time we beached for dinner the gang was singing various mostly bawdy songs and limericks and nobody seemed to be feeling any pain.Dinner was superb and the crew even baked a cake for dessert. On a little table was a bowl full of condoms and little packets of lube. Bedtime came early and we were advised that breakfast would be served at sunup.We pitched tents and unrolled our sleeping bags but it was too hot still to crawl into them.
"Well, Pete. I've been thinking all day about how good your penis would feel deep in my rectum. What would you like to do?"
"I'd be happy to oblige. I've been entered but have never been the enterer. And I really want to know what an uncircumcised organ would taste like." He promised to go easy for my first time, rolled on a condom, greased it up and stretched out on his back. I climbed on and and used my hand to direct his tool to my rosebud. I lowered myself slowly and he popped in with less discomfort than I had feared. When he was all the way in I didn't move for a minute or two until the discomfort was replaced by a very pleasurable feeling of fullness. Then I began to rise and fall, really enjoying his manhood probing deep into my butt. All the time his gaze was focused on my bobbing cock and it was only a couple of minutes before he said, "Oh, oh, oooHHH God!", and I felt his dick throb, knowing he was delivering his seed into my colon. He just stayed motionless until his cock finally softened and then he finally pulled out and inspected the pool of semen in the rubber. "Oh my. I believe I just used the Lord's name in vain, but it just felt so wonderful I couldn't help myself. Now you stretch out and let me taste you." He was staring at the little pool of precum that had collected in the collar of my foreskin. Then he bent down and daintily sucked it up. Only the tip of my cock was visible and he pulled my foreskin back to expose the glans. "Are you of German heritage?", he said with a grin. I said no, my ancestors were Irish. "Well, the head of your penis is so large and it extends so far out from the rest of your organ that it looks like nothing but a Nazi helmet."
"Peter, I'm hotter than than hell and I almost came with you in me, so please cut the chatter and suck my brains out!"
"Interesting expression.", he said. "Most women feel that men's brains are located in their genitalia."
"Pete, damn it, stop torturing me!" And he finally took me into his mouth.I don't know what else he learned from his Catholic education, but he certainly learned how to suck a dick. He was too good, I was too horny and all too quickly I escalated toward my climax. "Oh yes. I'm gonna pop pretty quick.", I said. He stopped sucking and began to only run his tongue gently around the tip of my tool. I stayed just on the edge of cumming for maybe a minute and then POW!!! A wad of hot jizz ripped through my cock which jumped away from his tongue and began to jerk and squirt. We both watched the show and finally only a thin stream of dishwater thin cum oozed from the piss slit. He licked it off, smacked his lips and pronounced it delicious.
Peter: "Oh my. I am going to enjoy this trip! And I'm beginning to think the secular life is for me."
TO BE CONTINUED