"Lost in the Wilderness"
Chapter 2
I left Ben's cave with the rented Jeep, headed back to I-10, and managed to go no more than half a mile before I got caught in one of those typical Riverside County accidents on the Interstate where we were stuck for hours, with no way to get away. There are literally no side roads for most of the Interstate's passage through eastern Riverside County. The Board of Supervisors seem to be only interested in the heavily populated western part of the county.
The temperature had to be almost 100 degrees, and I had no more water. After four hours or more, a kind truck driver took me to his air conditioned cab, shared some water, and let me stay there until traffic was allowed to move forward. It took me 12 hours to get to Palm Springs. When I got to Palm Springs, it was almost midnight; I was starved, and I knew of no way to contact Ben.
I grabbed a quick hamburger at MacD's, headed to bed at the motel, and slept the sleep of the exhausted.
The next morning I showered, put on fresh shorts and a t-shirt, paid my room bill, and went to explain my whereabouts to the car rental agency. When I headed back to Ben's cave, there were no signs of the accidents which closed down the Interstate yesterday. I sailed back to Ben's cave, feeling embarrassed that I had come back about 20 hours after I had promised.
Ben was not at the cave, so i went over to see the donkeys. My friend was there, seemed to recognized me, and came forward to be petted. I don't know that he, or she, if it was such, understood the words I said, but it stood still as I petted its nose. Occasionally, it would bray, but continue to accept my petting. I don't know how long I was with the donkeys before Ben greeted me.
"Hey, I thought you got lost again. I expected you yesterday afternoon. What happened?" I explained about the wreck on the I-10, and how we had to stay there for 12 hours. He remembered being caught that way one time. There just was no other way to get west.
Ben led me to the cave, put his arms around me, kissed me, then told me he had a hidden telephone, and he almost never gave it out to anyone, well, to his agent, but that was all. Yet, he should have given it to me. I said I understood, and now we were together.
"Say, I'll bet you're hungry. Have you had breakfast, or now, lunch?" I shook my head, no. "Well, let's see what we've got to eat." He opened the freezer and took out some frozen salmon steaks. "Do you like fish? Salmon?"
"Yeah, but I never expected to get it in the desert."
Ben smiled and confessed he bought frozen salmon steaks at Costco.
I chuckled and kidded him, "The wilderness rat buys at Costco? I've heard it all."
"Well, it's that or donkey steaks, and I doubt the donkeys would like that." Ben took some vegetables out of the freezer also, and some cooked rice, cooked it all, and made a fine lunch. I thanked him, and praised his cooking, his choice of food, and told him I was happy to be back with him. The plates, silver and pots all went into a hidden dishwasher. Ben admitted it wasn't exactly typical desert living, but he hated to wash dishes when the technology was available to him.
After lunch, Ben suggested a nap. I readily agreed, though I wanted to play with him instead. We stripped, got into bed, hugged and kissed, and passion took charge. I rolled him over on his back, kissed him on the lips, then started kissing his jaw, his ears, his neck, and his nipples. When i got to his nipples, he breathed deeply and said, "Oh, yeah." I knew he was pleased. I played with them for a while, then moved to his balls, his perineum, and back to his cock. I sucked his cock until it was hard as a rock, the bend upward making it ideal for fucking, so I got prepared to be fucked.
Ben had lube and condoms. I lubed my own ass, then put a condom on his steel-hard cock, coated it with lube, and sat down on his cock. It entered my ass slowly, so I could get used to it. When the head had pushed through my sphincter, I settled slowly down onto his groin, rubbing my ass cheeks on his pubic hair. That got a happy response out of him. No songs this time, just happy humming as his cock searched out various places in my ass, one being my prostate. He could tell when he rubbed it, for I gave a small shout, then said, "Oh, yeah! Do it again!" and he did, several times before I came, and my tight sphincter closing down on his cock brought him over the edge. We both must have come at least six times. I could feel his cock spurting, and see mine also. It was wonderful.
I came, he came, and I leaned down and kissed him, then rubbed my cum on his chest and mine. It was another one of those wonderful times when we both felt the great joy of being with a man who practiced love making well.
Again, we went to the outside tub, climbed in, washed each other, and enjoyed the warm water and being with an exciting man. Then back to bed for that nap. This time we cuddled up, my arms around his upper torso, my chest to his back, my groin to his ass. No, I didn't try to put my cock between his ass cheeks, though he probably wouldn't have minded. I just needed some sleep, and, being near to such a fine man, I'd go to sleep in peace.
I don't know how long we slept before I heard a car's horn sound. Ben leaped out of bed and ran to the cave entrance. He was met by a man who looked as scroungy as he. They met in a chaste hug, so the man must be straight, I thought.
"How did it go with your mother, Ralph?" Ben asked. Ralph smiled and said,
"She's getting along much better. Sometimes she just needs to see one of us kids, to be sure we're still around, and still care about her. Seeing as I'm the only who's near her now, it's always me she gets."
I walked out to the cave entrance to stand by Bed. Ben said, "Ralph, I want you to meet Sydney. He got lost in the canyons, met up with your donkeys, made a friend there, and became my friend."
I shook Ralph's hand and said, "It was raining hard, and I took shelter in your donkeys' pen. You've got a very friendly donkey who gave me a bit of protection. I don't know if it's a male or female, but it became my friend."
"Oh, oh, Ralph, look out. He's got that look as he describes your stock. Maybe he's one of them men who likes sex with animals." Ben finished, then laughed until I thought he'd fall on the ground.
"He's got a weird sense of humor, Sydney. Don't take it at face value. I never do," Ralph chided.
Ben put his arm around me, hugged me and smiling, said, "You know I was just kidding. That I was, but if you really have the hots for that donkey, don't tell Ralph." Then he chortled again. What a weirdo!
Ben said he had to make a trip to Palm Springs, and asked if Ralph needed anything. Ralph said he didn't. Then he asked me if I would mind going with him. Of course, I wanted to be with him, so I didn't care much where he went as long as I was with him.
We straightened up the bed, put on some shorts, t-shirts and sandals, and headed into the big city. After being out in the canyons, even a town of forty-odd thousand sounds like a big city.
"I need to go to my mail box at the post office. Then, let's go by The Desert Aids Project to get tested for HIV. I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to be able to give up condoms with you. I haven't had sex with anybody in over six months, so that makes the test absolute for me."
"Sure. It's a good idea. Think of all the money we'll save, and how much better a cock will feel sliding bare up an ass. I've not been with another man in so long, well over six months, that I felt I'd become celibate. I like the idea of your bare cock sliding into my ass, and mine into yours. We can give Ralph the condoms, and tell him he can use them with his donkeys!" I couldn't help laugh as I said it.
"Careful, pardner, them might be fighting words in our valley. I don't think Ralph would find it as funny as we might."
I drove us into Palm Springs, first to the Post Office for Ben to get his mail. Ben's mail produced one letter from his agent that he was needed for discussions about turning "Lost in the Wilderness" into a lead-in to another series. "Oh, shit. I've had it with that story. I don't want to rehash it. I thought I'd talked my way out of doing any more. Here," he said, handing the letter to Sydney, "You go in my place, and take over writing the story line."
"Hey, Ben, why don't we do it together? That way you wouldn't have to write the whole thing, and we could share the plot development. Maybe we could bring in the donkeys." We both laughed, but Ben mused over the possibility of the two of them working together, then said,
"If we're going to meet with them about continuing the story, we have to be in LA day after tomorrow. There are some things we have to do first. First, let's get that HIV test. I'll let my barber in LA give me a fancy haircut.
"Let me call my agent to confirm the appointment. I won't say anything about you joining with me. I want them to be surprised, then delighted that an accomplished writer is joining in."
Ben called his agent and confirmed he would be at the meeting day after tomorrow. He would be spending tomorrow night in LA, and promised to call him when Ben got settled. Then we went to The Desert Aids Project for the HIV test. The interview and the testing didn't take over 30 minutes, and both were declared HIV free.
I suggested we eat dinner in town. Ben agreed that was a good idea. I suggested Copley's Restaurant, which sounded good to him. Unfortunately, they were closed that night for a big party. As I thought about it, we weren't dressed for going to a fancy restaurant. So, we settled for Sakura, my favorite little Japanese restaurant in Cathedral City. Ben enjoyed it as much as I did.
I drove us back to the cave, where we brushed our teeth, cleaned up for bed, and were both ready to sleep once we hit the hay.
The next morning, Ben arose early to tell Ralph that we were going into LA for a while. He grabbed a suit bag, filled it with a suit, shirt and tie, and some casual clothes. In a small bag he put underwear, dress shoes, a couple of belts, and some exercise clothes and tennis shoes.
I grabbed my bag and told him to follow me to the car rental agency. I was a bit surprised to be led by Ben into another cave where there was a big car covered with cloth. Removing the cloth, Ben revealed his Jaguar sedan. "It's not really my kind of car, but I have to have it when I meet `the suits' in LA. They don't understand a writer who drives a Jeep. I have to wear a suit and tie also. Have you got a suit?"
"No, not with me, but at my apartment in LA I've got a full wardrobe. We could spend the night there, meet with `the suits' day after tomorrow, then head back here when we're done. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me. I'll follow you to the car rental agency. Where is it?" I told him it is by the airport. Unlike my first trip back to the agency, this one was quick. I turned the car in, charged my bill on my credit card, and we were on our way in just a few minutes. We were in LA, at my apartment, in less than three hours, which was very good for this time of day. Of course, having two people in the car qualified us to use the car pool lane, and that got us by many a slow down and couple of accidents.
I found an empty slot in the parking garage at my apartment house. We unloaded Ben's car and went to my apartment. Then Ben called his barber to discover if he had a time slot when Ben could have his hair "done." He was lucky, and if he could come within the hour, he could be served. Ben drove us to the barber's shop, though I believe they call it a salon in Beverly Hills. Ben got his haircut, and we stopped for lunch on the way back to the apartment.
I hung a suit, dress shirt and tie on the closet door, inspected my best leather shoes, and laid out underwear and socks for tomorrow. Ben did the same. After a shower, I dug around in the freezer and came up with the fixings for dinner. We had a leisurely dinner, and enjoyed coffee in the living room while we speculated about tomorrow's meeting.
"I won't really mind if they turn you down. I've got money saved to carry me for a while. I would like to work with you. I've admired your skill in presenting a plot that's a bit different from every other writer, and the way you give the characters believable dialogue. Everything fits together nicely."
"You know, Sydney, before we met, the last thing I wanted to do was to go back into that same setting, and deal with those same ridiculous `suits.' But, the chance to work with you has changed all that. I can do it if we can do it together."
I reached over, pulled him closer to me, kissed him, then began to unbutton his shirt and shorts. He took over the same job for me. Soon we were ready for love making. I stood, took his hand, and led him into my bedroom. Our clothing fell on the floor where we had been. I pulled back the covers and guided him into bed, crawling on top of him. I kissed him, rubbed my hard cock against his hard cock and his balls, then proceeded to kiss his ears, is chin, his nipples, lick his arm pits, kiss his belly, suck his balls, lick his perineum and hole, then move to his cock.
"Oh, please, Ben, shove your cock up my ass. I want to feel you inside me, no rubber between us, just you fucking me good and hard."
I rubbed some lube on his ass, shoving lots inside the hole as I put one, then two, and finally three fingers up his ass, moving them in a circle.
"Now, please, Sydney, give me that beautiful cock. No more delays." And I did. I went in slowly, and his hole opened easily for me. I could tell he was pushing out. I slid all the way in, rested for just a moment, felt him relax, and I pulled back. In, out, in, out, I used my cock to explore his ass. I couldn't help it, I had to kiss him, this wonderful man who made me feel so hot. I began to drive faster and he began to moan, then his hole closed down on my cock like a vise. He sucked all of the cum out of my balls. I gave him everything I had. As I did, he came, shooting himself in the face, the chest, and finally drooling on his stomach.
I leaned down to kiss him, and I licked his cum off his face. Our chests rubbed together, and we were both coated with cum, even our stomachs.
"Stay right where you are, Lover, I'm going to get a wash cloth and clean you up, and a towel to dry you." I'm sure Ben clamped his sphincter closed hard, for there was no leaking of my cum onto the sheets when I returned. I did lean down and lick up what little of my cum had begun to leak out. I reached into his ass, and tried to bring out any cum left in there. There wasn't much. He was easily cleaned up. I dropped the towel and climbed into bed with him. He wrapped his arms around me, his chest to my back, kissed my neck, and we both were soon sound asleep.
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