This is the story of an excursion I took while on a business trip recently. The story is copyrighted by the author and it may not be reprinted or pucblished without the author's express written permission.
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************************************************************************* On the river with Mike. by Thomas Rea
Mike and I were on a business trip together and managed to get a day off. We drove to a local marina and rented a canoe so we could spend a few hours paddling on the Chattahoochee River. It was a great day for it. It was sunny and breezy and the Georgia heat seemed to have died down for a change.
We head down the river and greeted the occasional fisherman and waved at a group of jet skiers as they sped past us. Eventually, we paddled further from the marina entrance and the population of the river dwindled until it started to look and sound more like the way you might imagine it when Lewis and Clark headed out west.
We had been paddling for a little over an hour when we came across a level piece of beach alongside the bank of the river. It was a drastic change as most of what we had seen so far was cliffs and steeps banks towering two to three stories above the still, brown waters. We decided to take a break so we beached the canoe and stepped onto dry land. I reached over my head to stretch my stiff shoulders and arms and then wandered to the bushes for a piss. Michael was doing the same a few yards away.
I watched Mike as he stepped back to the canoe and fetched his water bottle. He seemed totally at home here. Mike was a half and half mix of Irish and Cherokee and very much looked the Cherokee part. He was a little shorter than me and stocky. He stood about five nine and had broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms. His hair was jet black and cut short and he had the reddish brown skin of his ancestors.
As I walked up behind him I made some comment about the beauty of the river. Mike agreed and added that he liked being in a place where you could enjoy the quiet and solitude without the interruption of man or machine.
I reached up and started to massage his shoulders.
"Yeah", I said, "you could go hours without being interrupted by other people here. Who knows what trouble you could get into?"
He chuckled and asked what kind of trouble I had in mind. I answered by sliding my hands down his back and around to his chest and stomach. I kissed his neck as I pulled him closer.
"Hmmm..." I whispered, "I'm sure I could think of something."
With that I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his black shorts and started to slide them down past his hips. As I slid them to the ground I got on my knees and turned him around. Looking up again I was greeted by his thick eight inch cock which was already at half mast and rising. I didn't waste any time grabbing it and putting it in my mouth.
As he grew to full hardness in my mouth I could taste the salt of his sweat and the first sticky drops of pre cum. I looked at his thick bush of coarse, black, pubic hair and I massaged his hairy sack. By now, Mike had me by the back of my neck and was pushing his hips into my. I really wasn't in the mood to start deep throating him just yet, but I didn't really get the impression that I had much choice in the matter right now. I kept sucking him for a while but I couldn't take all of him for long. As I gagged, he pulled out and muttered an apology.
I told him it was no problem, but asked to take it easy on me. I fixed the problem by wrapping my fist around the base of his cock and starting again. I gripped him hard and twisted my hand around the base of his cock as I sucked on everything that was exposed. Judging from his deep and guttural moans, my solution was working just fine. I could feel him swelling up inside my hungry lips and expected that he would cum very soon.
He pulled out of my mouth and started rubbing it across my cheeks and lips.
"Easy, my little cocksucker", he said, "I don't want to cum just yet."
He walked to the canoe and pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it in. He grabbed his daypack from the boat and pulled out a light picnic blanket which we spread out on the grass. Mike stood there stroking his cock and told me to get naked. I did.
I sat on the blanket and he guided me onto my back. I lay back and Mike started sucking on my nipples and stroking my cock. It felt great to be able to explore our desires. Mike and I were both businessmen for a major corporation. We were both married with children and, to all outward appearances, lived normal upper middle classed lives.
He kissed my stomach and licked my bellybutton and continued to work his way to my crotch. As he got to my cock, I felt the tip of his tongue as it glided down the shaft and back up again. He sucked on one of my balls and kissed the inside of my thigh. I was ready to scream. He was such a tease and he knew he was making me crazy. He sat up and looked back at me as he softly stroked my dick.
"You want me to suck this big thing?" he asked with a wink.
"Yes," I whispered back.
He finally took me into his mouth and stared sucking. He sucked the first couple of inches and then moved down an inch or so at a time. I wasn't as big as him, about six and a half inches, but he worked his way down like he couldn't take it all at one time.
He lifted my leg and rolled me over on my side and started licking my asshole. My brown eye was slick with his saliva as he began to wriggle his finger inside me. He sucked on my cock some more and continued to stretch my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy and longed for Mike's cock to be in my mouth again.
Mike released me and sat up. He reached over and unzipped the small outside pocket on his day pack and withdrew a familiar blue foil wrapper. He sat on his knees between my legs and blew me a kiss as he tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his hard cock.
He pushed my legs back and I reached up and held them in place. He held his cock downward and pushed the head against my spit slicked asshole. A gentle push and he was sliding the head past the entrance to my love hole. I braced myself. Mike wasn't anymore considerate of his partners when it came to fucking than he was when he got his dick sucked.
He pushed and I winced and in a couple of seconds he had buried his long cock in my ass. He rolled his eyes and moaned in pleasure as he held himself inside me for a couple of heartbeats. As the moment passed, he looked down at me and smiled a lecherous grin.
"You ready?" he grinned, "Tell me what you want."
"I want you, baby." I moaned back and reached up and pinched his nipple, "I want you to fuck me."
Mike started grinding his hips into my ass. He fucked me harder and faster and buried his cock deep inside me. He pushed my legs up higher and fucked me harder. I cried out a couple of times and Mike continued to moan and grunt.
"I'm gonna cum!" he cried.
"Go for it, baby!" I answered.
Mike pounded me even faster and I felt him begin to swell up inside me. His eyes closed shut and he started driving even deeper inside me and held himself deep in my bowels as gush after gush of cum shot from his cock.
Mike looked spent and exhausted as he reached down and grabbed me by the base of my shaft. I felt him softening inside me as he stroked my cock and jerked me off. My panting breath displayed my pleasure and I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears as I neared climax.
I shot cum again and again. The hot and sticky goo landed in globs on my stomach and chest. I even saw a couple splashes hit Mike on his sweaty chest. When I finished cumming, Mike reached between our legs and grabbed the bottom of the rubber and pulled it and him from inside me.
Mike lay down next to my on the blanket and we both stared up at the blue, cloudless sky silent except for our heavy breathing. After a few minutes, we rolled towards each other and made small talk as we explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths.
We eventually got up and waded into the cool water of the Chattahoochee and splashed ourselves clean. We towel dried, folded our picnic blanket, and packed our stuff away. We pushed the canoe back into the current and paddled back down the river towards the marina and back to our normal lives.