Hi Dudes. It is homer here with a new kind of story. Don't worry, there is hot sex but in a different context. This is a Gay Male story and if it is illegal for you to read it where you are, please leave and come back when it is legal for you to read this kind of story.
This is a true story and only the names of the characters have been changed to protect the guilty. This story has not been copy written, who in hell would want to copy right this. Go ahead copy or plagiarize the story if you want.
Dudes, there is no mention of safe sex in this story as that might interrupt the flow of the story. Don't be fooled! In this day of Aids and other STDs, it is life or death to have protected sex if you want to be around to read my stories in the future.
I am dedicating this story to Gregory in San Diego. Believe it or not he actually encouraged me to write the scatological bathroom humor parts.
One moor thing, before we get down to the nitty gritty, I usually direct comments and explanations to Uncut Dudes. I'm cut myself but do love to get it on with uncut dudes. Bear with me and tune in on my comments to you hot horney Uncut dudes.
Here goes!
My name is aka Andrew McLean. I was 19 and it was my senior year at university, and I met a hot dude in my language class. It wasn't long before we were making out in his off campus apartment. He was a great bottom but he was fastidious as hell. He never wore a shirt more than one day and sometimes he showered two or three times a day. Good looking dude and he was beautiful naked.
Anyway, we decided to go camping in the Sierras during Spring Break holiday. For you Uncut dudes, the Sierra Nevada mountains in the United States run roughly from Mexico in the south to Oregon in the north. They are mostly in California and bump into the Cascades mountains in the north Yeah,there ar lots of Brown Bears running up to 500 or 600 pounds at maturity. Big, huh!
It was like a Safari. Sleeping bags that zipped together, a large air mattress, dishes, clean clothes for each day, Speedo swim suits, sandals and slippers to count a few. For food we had hamburgers, hot dogs, beans, beer and other snack foods.
We found a small stream and made our camp there. When we got settled in our campsite we hiked around the beginning of that branch of the John Muir Sierra Ridge trail. Then we built a campfire and ate hot dogs, buns, beans and potato salad. We each drank about three cans of beer.
Then we undressed each other and made love. Frank kissed me and went down on my cock. We were soon in a 69 position. He was an ace cock sucker and started by licking my slim cut cock. We played with each others asses and put a finger into our ass holes. It was driving me crazy and soon I had Frank's legs over my shoulders and my cock in his hole. Frank loved getting fucked and when I shot into him he creamed my belly. We just lay there and dripped cum. Then Frank said we should take a quick bath in the stream running beside our camp. Frank soaped and washed us off and we climbed into our zipped together sleeping bags. We spooned and I drifted off to sleep.
I was jolted awake by a tremendous roar. At first I thought it was a bear after our hamburger. Yeah, Uncut dudes there are still brown bears in the Sierra foothills. Then I realized it was a tremendous fart from my partner. I started laughing and my partner started asking me what I was laughing about. All I could do was laugh until the smell hit us. I couldn't believe it. First the tremendous sound and then this horrible smell. I started scrabbling for the edge of the sleeping bag and could hardly get out of the sleeping bag, I was still laughing so hard. We were naked as jay birds and it was dark as hell. There we were naked butts in the air searching for a flashlight and this terrible stench. Finally, I just collapsed onto the sleeping bag laughing. At first my partner was stiff and grumbling, but then he started laughing too and we collapsed together amidst our sleeping bag and started kissing and pressing our bods together.
It turns out that my partner had a flatulence problem and never should have eaten hot dogs, beans and potato salad washed down with beer. Yeah, Uncut dudes, some people who eat gassy foods get a flatuated gut and make farts until the gas goes away. I was still laughing a couple of days later as we drove back to University and my partner would grope me and then join my laughter. For the next few months all I would have to do was say "fart" and we would both break up laughing.
That's the FART story located at the beginning of the John Muir Sierra trail!
If you want to comment on this ridiculous story my E-Mail address is Homer's Odyssey oremond@earthlink.net All comments will be answered, even the flatuance ones.