Thrown Rod
I didn't know what to do. I'd been camping in the desert, getting my last taste of freedom before enlisting in the Navy. I'd have preferred to go to college, but my folks didn't have the bread to support me. I figured the Navy was my best chance at an education and a decent income after my tour. These were the thoughts rolling through my mind, as a barreled along the dirt road miles from nowhere East of Palm Springs. The sudden shuddering explosion under the hood of my old Army surplus Jeep, and the metal thing that punched a hole in my hood, rocketing high into the air, spelled trouble with a big T.
Smoke boiled from under the hood, and I popped the T clamps and stood back as thick black smoke billowed out of the cavity. I quickly unloaded my camping gear, and stood cursing my luck while I watched my Jeep burn to the ground. The tires made a spectacular column of heavy black smoke that rose into the still desert air for a mile. I hoped somebody would see it and come to investigate. I opened my cooler, and took out a beer, snapped it closed again, and sat on the lid. The ice was long gone, I'd been out for a week, but the beer was still wet.
Sitting there listening to the cooling metal ping and pop as it contracted from the fire, which was out now, I wondered what the hell I was going to do. It wasn't long however, before I heard the whine of an engine grinding toward me from across the desert. I stood up and strained to see a little speck wavery in the heat, and a dust cloud rising marking its progress. It took the guy almost an hour to get to me over the rugged terrain.
"Saw your smoke," he said, grinding his four wheel modern version of my Jeep to a halt in front of where I was sitting on my cooler. "What happened?"
"I think she threw a rod or something." The guy got out, and came around the front of his dusty red vehicle. He started picking up my stuff.
"This all there is?" He threw it into the back of his Jeep.
"Yeah." I got off my ass, and picked up my cooler. "You want a beer? It's hot, but it's wet."
"Sure," he said. I set the cooler in the back of his vehicle, and pulled two warm cans out. I handed him one, and we popped the tops, and sucked suds.
"My name's Karl," he offered me his hand. I shook and told him mine. "Too bad about your Jeep. When they go they go all the way."
"No shit!" I grinned at him, and we climbed into his cab.
"How soon do you have to get back to civilization?" He finished his suds, and stowed the can in a cardboard box behind my seat.
"I was headed back when this happened. I'm planning to enlist in the Navy next Monday morning."
"Navy huh? I was Navy too." I nodded. "It Thursday today isn't it? I lose track out here by myself."
"Yeah, that's right."
"If I give you a bed, and feed you, do you mind if I don't deliver you back to the world until Saturday? I've got work to do, and dropping everything to take you into town right now would put me behind schedule. As it is, coming to see about your fire, has delayed me getting started today."
"That will be fine," I held up a hand to stop his explanation. "Saturday will be fine. What do you do out here?"
"I'm a surveyor. I do maps for the state, update the topographicals, and record any general changes to the landscape, by earthquakes."
"You work alone?"
"Yeah. Can't get anybody to stick it out. Too damn hot, too damn lonely."
"I love it out here. I'd be here all the time if I could make a living." He looked over at me, and smiled. I looked at him really for the first time. He was a little taller than me, and had a strong lean body. He was well built, and his muscle mass seemed more real than mine, which I'd put on in a gym with machines. His was the hard muscle of hard physical work.
"Well, maybe you should consider training as a surveyor."
"The Navy trained you?"
"Yep. When I got out, the state hired me on the spot. I've been out here six years this January. I love it, except I do get a bit horny once in a while." He dropped a hand off the wheel, and let it ride in his lap. My eyes followed the hand, and I could see the guy was sporting a hardon which he was trying to hide.
"I know what you mean. Out here alone, your mind gets to fantasizing all sorts of things." I've only been camping for a week, and my balls are loaded with cream." He glanced at me, and then looked back at the faint track he was following across the desert. I laid my left hand on the gear knob between us, and felt the vibration of the straining engine. He looked down at my hand, and then glanced at his lap. I turned slightly in my seat, and lifted my hand and dropped it across his hand covering his boner. He slipped his hand out from under mine, and left mine to stroke the rod he'd thrown through his tan work pants. He stopped the Jeep, and killed the engine. He was breathing hard, as the dust cloud we'd stirred up, settled around us.
"This is it." He almost whispered.
"What?" I looked around. The big military style tent, and a few metal boxes told me we were at his camp.
He helped me unload my stuff into the tent, and unrolled the mattress that was on the spare cot. He sat down on it after he's smoothed it out, and looked at me silently. He was afraid of what was going to happen. I could see it in his eyes.
"Karl, if you don't want to do anything, we don't have to."
"Oh god no. I'm excited. Just look at my dick. I'm just afraid I'll start to care about you, and when you're gone I won't be any better off. Nobody ever stays out here with me." I sat down beside him, and he placed a tentative hand on my thigh.
"Look man, if you could hire me today, I'd stay. The desert is my favorite place in the world. I love two things with a passion. The desert, and hot cocks. You have both of my passions right here in your camp." He trembled a little, and looked at me with his eyes watering a little.
"I could train you. Maybe you wouldn't have to enlist." His hand rubbed up and down my thigh. "We can get you certified through testing. I'll help to make sure you pass with flying colors. Entry level is thirty-two thousand, and there isn't much to spend it on out here." He grinned. "You'ld be rich pretty soon if that's what you want."
I leaned over, and nuzzled his throat with my face. He put his big rough hand on my head, and turned to kiss me. We kissed for several minutes, and my cock was hard as stone and leaking clear liquid like a broken faucet. He stood up finally, and started un buttoning his shirt. I pulled my tee shirt over my head, and he stopped what he was doing to examine the silver stud in my left nipple.
"Does it hurt?" He fingered it, and my flesh erected under his touch.
"What do you think?" He put his mouth over my studded nipple, and sent shivers through me. After he'd finished, he sat up and asked me if I had any other studs. I stood and dropped my pants, and my big ten inch rod with its barbell stud in the piss slit fell out. He took it in his hand, and examined it closely. His tongue snaked around the silver, and probed the deep slit the stud occupied. He took the head entirely in his mouth, and his tongue rolled and teased the metal exciter in my cock slit. He slid down my length, sucking the metal deep into his throat, swallowing the shaft with his muscles until I couldn't hold off any longer. I warned him I was cumming, and he pulled off, and held my cock under the glans, and let the cum ooze and squirt past the silver stud, onto his licking tongue. I started shivering almost as if I was cold, and my nuts contracted into a tight knot, and a volume of dick snot blew out of my cock into his mouth. His cheeks expanded with the force, and he groaned, and sucked me down his throat again. I emptied half a dozen more shots into him, before my cock began to deflate.
He finally pulled my softened rod out of his furnace of a mouth, and squeezed me just to make sure he had it all before releasing me. He stood up, and I reached for his belt buckle. The large wet spot on his work pants told me he was more than ready for attention. His cock was gloriously large, bigger around than mine, and maybe an inch longer. Down the side of his log, he'd had a tattoo done of a long barreled pistol. the stock handle was lost in his pubic hair, but the long blue barrel was ready to shoot.
"I had to keep it hard to do that in Viet Nam. The tattoo parlor kept a good looking young guy to suck you hard if it started to deflate. When the job was finished, his reward was to cream your nuts and swallow the load. I gave him a dollar in script anyway, he was one of the best cocksuckers I'd ever met."
"Maybe you can teach me his technique if he was so good." I gripped his pistol, and skinned his cock a few strokes.
"Slow down kid, it's been along time since another man's had that gun in his hand. Its got a hair trigger right now."
"So lets get it to shoot fast, and the second round will take longer." He smiled down at me, and I looked up into his face while I put the pistol in my mouth and blew my brains out with a load I can only describe as atomic. He grabbed my head, and held me captive while he humped and shoved his big pistol as far into me as the barrel would go, his nuts were so tight, they were like two big skin covered eggs. They rolled and shot round after round down my hungry throat. When it was over, cum was running down my chin and dripping onto my chest.
"Man," I said, licking as much of his tasty spew as I could reach. "Don't you ever jack off?"
"Not much," He said, holding his work roughened hands out to show me the calluses. "They rub my dick skin raw, so a gave it up. But your hot mouth will do just fine for the job."
We had sex for two days straight, and he's as good at fucking as he is at sucking. He learned everything in the Navy he says. I've re thought my plans, and Saturday when we go to town for supplies, I'm going to call my folks and tell them I've taken a job training to become a surveyor. Karl is a wonderful teacher, and very considerate. I think he's just happy not to be so lonely anymore.
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