Fresh Air Freak
When I was growing up, I spent every possible moment I could outdoors. My dad called me a fresh air freak, and I guess I was, and am. I have a job that keeps me in the open air as much as possible. I'm a line inspector for a rural electric company out of Rock Springs, Wyoming. With the severe weather patterns we experience in the state, my job is important. I try to spot trouble before it happens so people aren't cut off from service in case of a storm.
I was heading out early one morning to check lines in the Wind River Basin, and had stopped to fill my thermos with coffee and get a little breakfast before hitting the back country. Sherry, the waitress at the Hole in the Wall Cafe, sang out "There he is now," when I walked in through the door. Two young guys sitting at the counter, turned in unison and looked at me.
"Bill," Sherry said, pouring me a cup. "These guys need some information about camping in the wilderness. I told them if anybody knew, you would."
"Thanks Sherry," I slipped onto a stool, and reached for the cup. "Where you boys interested in camping?"
"We'd like to find some nice rocks. We're interested in Dinosaurs and stuff like that." The one who spoke, was tall, taller than me, by a good four or five inches. He had a rugged build, and a well cared for body. He was wearing a zippered sweatshirt with a U of A emblem on the back. His Levis were tightly packed. His buddy was much the same, except he was slightly shorter than me, and dressed in a yellow windbreaker and Levis. They both had on some expensive hiking boots, just like mine. I unzipped my sweatshirt as the coffee warmed me, and started eating the eggs and potatoes Sherry slid across the counter to me. I don't know how old Rufus, the cook does it, but he can cook eggs the way I like them in less than a minute. Must use a blowtorch, because I hate a runny egg.
"You boys know it's not legal to remove fossils don't you?"
"Yes sir. We are searching for a site to open for the University of Arizona. Nothing will be disturbed until all the proper permits are obtained."
"Good. I hate having to turn rock hounds in to the law, but I do it all the time. As long as you aren't removing anything, I'll tell you about a place I ran across a couple of years ago, hunting antelope. In fact, I'm headed out that way this morning, maybe I can show you where its at. It's not too far out of my way."
"We'd appreciate the help. We've only got two weeks to find a worthwhile site."
"Well, I think this place will suit the bill, there's three big skulls and a lot of backbone and ribs weathering out right on the surface. You could be ten yards from them, and miss them by a mile they're so well hidden up a wash." I ate some more, and Sherry poured another cup, and set my filled thermos on the counter. I started to pay, but the guy who had done all the talking for them, insisted they would pay for my breakfast. To return the favor so to speak. I stuck the five back in my pocket, I'd been planning to give Sherry, and slid off the stool.
"You boys drivin' that Jeep out there?"
"Yeah," the silent short one answered. "It's mine."
"Good, cause you'll need it where we're going." They finished their coffee, and piled out of the Hole in the Wall after me. I pulled out with them right on my tail. I could see them talking to each other excitedly while we were still on blacktop, but when I went rural, and the dust cloud rose, I couldn't see them at all. I had to trust they were there.
Forty miles across the desert of the basin, the track peters out, and the only thing to act as a direction indicator is the Wind River range on one side, and the steel pylons of the high line wires marching off to the horizon. I pulled to a stop, and the dust settled around me, while I waited for them to catch up. They were smart enough to drop back a mile, so the weren't eating my dust. When they pulled up, I offered them a cup out of my thermos, but they waved their own at me, and we pored coffee. I got out and set my cup on my Jeep's hood, and took a piss. They did the same.
I explained, that if they kept the mountains on the right, they were headed South. If they were on the left, North. That the high line had the closest thing to a road for fifty or more miles, in case they had to get out in a hurry, like snake bite.
"We're prepared for that sir. Arizona's got rattlers six feet long. We always go prepared. These little prairie rattlers up here don't scare us much." It was the tall one talking.
"Well whatever. You should consider yourselves informed."
"Thanks. Where is the site you told us about?"
"We're standing half a dozen yards from it. See if you can see it." They dug out binoculars, and began combing the territory around us. After ten minutes, they gave up.
"Not a thing. Are you sure you brought us to the right spot?"
"Come with me." I set my cup on the hood of my Jeep, and started off over the lip of the hill. They dutifully trotted along behind a few paces. I stopped. "What about now?" They looked again, and gave up with out seeing the bone. I squatted down, and motioned for them to squat too. When the did, they got a surprise.
"Holy shit!" The tall one screamed. He was staring right into the eye socket of a large dinosaur skull.
"Over there's another one, and another just beyond. If I were you guys, I'd explore up that little ravine over there, because I believe these bones are washouts from rain and snow melt. I think they came from up there, the way the land lays around here." I turned and headed back to my Jeep. "I got to go to work. I'll drop around this afternoon to check on how you're doin'." They thanked me, and I waved at them as I turned my Jeep around and headed for the High lines.
Later that day, I worked my way back to their site, and their Jeep was still there, but they were nowhere in sight. I honked a couple of times, and then went looking for them. Their tracks led into the ravine I'd told them to explore. Half a mile in, which explains why they hadn't heard my horn, I came across them as I rounded a cut back in the ravine.
They were both naked, and the tall one was fucking the shit out of the shorter one. My nuts pulled up, and I thought I'd cum in my pants. I don't get much opportunity for male/male sex. There aren't a lot of guys out enough so you know who they are in my neck of the woods. I've lived in Rock Springs for seven years now, and the only guy ever suspected of queerness, moved away the year after I arrived. They still talk about the poor bastard.
I started massaging my cock through my Levis, and walking toward them. I unzipped myself, and hauled my old johnson out of hiding, and was jacking on him while I walked. They saw me about thirty feet away, and froze. When they saw my cock was out and hard, they relaxed, and went back to what they were doing. I stepped up to the short one, and fed him my dick. He was sucking and moaning on me while his buddy was plowing his butt good. I pulled out, and offered my meat to the fucker, and he dove onto me, sucking my cock down his throat. The short guy, started sucking and licking my balls. I unbuckled my belt, and shoved my pants down around my ankles, and let them have as much fun with my cock and balls as they wanted. I reached back over the guy being fucked, and squeezed his fucker's cock, as it stroked into his butt. The fucker groaned, and was soon yelling he was gonna cum. He pulled his big bone out of his lover's ass, and whipped off his rubber. before I knew it, he was squirting jism all over my chest and face. The little guy stood up, and jerked his dick a couple of times, and blew his load across my shirt, and chin. I wasn't ready to cum yet.
"You boys got anymore of them rubbers?"
"Yes sir," the tall one said, and got one for me.
"Now which of you wants to feel my big dick in his butt?"
"I do sir!" They sounded like the Everly Brothers.
"O.K. then. Shorty, you get down on your knees, and put your butt up in the air. And Slim, you get on top of him so your butt's right over his. I'm gonna fuck both of you at the same time. They did as instructed, and I stepped up behind them, and sunk ol' johnson to the bottom in Slim's asshole. Johnson was in heaven. He stroked and fucked, just having a gay ol' time. He started to get close, and I pulled him out until he got his wits about him and calmed down. I stuck him back in Shorty's butt this time, and picked ol' Slim's butt up, and stuck my tongue down to the bottom.
We went on like that for a long time, with me being careful to pull out an give ol' johnson a rest before he got himself into trouble. I fucked those boys for over an hour, and finally, they were getting tired of the position, and I needed to blow off. I pulled my dick out of Shorty for the last time, and ripped off my rubber. I creamed both their asses with ropes of cum bigger'n any I could remember shooting before. They both had to jack off again, and I took their spunk in my mouth this time, having not tasted another man in years.
The two weeks of their stay, found me camping out there with them every night. We all got sore from all the ass fucking that went on, and my jaws ached from the number of times I'd sucked their dicks, but their's did too from the number of times they'd sucked mine.
When it was over, they had to go back to Arizona. They promised they would be back in three months when school was out and they planned to start the dig. I told them I'd let them use my place in Rock Springs as a base camp, and party house. They told me that at least five other guys scheduled to come on the dig were into dick. It looks like it's going to be a great summer outdoors this year. My dick gets hard just thinking about it.
Sherry keeps pestering me to take her to the show, and I've explained to her, that if I take her to the show, I'll have to fuck her, and that it's been so long since my pecker's been in a pussy, it didn't know an ass from a hole in the ground. She told me I was getting strange being out on the desert by myself all the time. I told her I loved it though.
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