Subject:On the Road 2 & 3
This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. The story is fictional and is based on my imagination and my over-fertile imagination. Enjoy.
On the Road
Encounter 2
I struggled for several hours after I left Mark standing outside the garage. My mind was s whirling mass of confusion and questions. I thought I had myself all figured out and new how I fit into the world, and suddenly felt like a round peg in a square hole. As I found myself reliving the adventure with Mark, I felt myself becoming aroused, which led to more confusion. Was I gay? Or maybe Bi? What really did those descriptions mean anyway? I tried to slow down my brain, and begin to think about how I was going to get around St. Louis. I really wanted to see the Arch, so I decided to go straight through downtown, and stop and see the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, the formal name of the Arch. Parking was a little difficult, but I finally found a lot near the Arch. The park near the entrance was beautiful. After waiting in line for a ticket, I watched an Imax movie as I waited the two hours. I also walked around the musuem. As I stood in line for the ride to the top, I was surprised that it was not full. I rode the car with only one person, who introduced himself as Tom. He made an immediate impression as a clean-cut, good looking college student. As we chatted small talk on the ride up, I learned he was exactly what he looked like. He is a law school student, returning home to Kansas City, and decided to do a little tourist stuff before catching the train.
Upon arriving at the top, I immediately realized that I was uncomfortable with the height and the sway of the Arch. Tom was really enjoying the scenery out the small windows, but I could only manage to walk down the center aisle. I even found myself avoiding the places in the floor that covered openings, most likely access panels for the maintenance crews. I could feel my skin go white as paste, and clammy to the touch. Tom realized my panic and took my arm and led me to the line to return to the bottom. He stayed with me, and talked with me to get my mind off of my location.
Tom was such a charming talker. His smile was so engaging, and I could lose my soul in his blue eyes. He wore a t-shirt and I could see his nipples. His summer shorts also attracted my attention, and I began to realize that I was looking at him in a way I would have never thought of prior to my experience with Mark. Tom rode down with me to the bottom, and never once stopped talking. By the time we exited the building, I new his life story. He suggested we get a coke and try to relax, as he was worried about me. We sat on the steps overlooking the Mississippi River, and watched the barge traffic, and the tourists scurry about. I was beginning to feel more like myself.
"Tom, I really appreciate you help in getting down from the Arch. You've gone beyond the call of duty. Would you let me buy you dinner as a thank you?"
"That would be great. I would enjoy that very much" Tom replied with a big smile on his face.
We began to walk the area searching for a restaurant. We settled on an Italian restaurant "The Spagetti Factory" in Laclede's Landing, just beyond Eads Bridge. Dinner was excellent, and I found myself telling my life's story, only leaving out my adventure with Mark the previous day. I found myself thinking about Tom in ways that caused a stir in my own shorts. As we walked back to my RV, I offered Tom a ride to the train station, which he accepted. The evening traffic in downtown St. Louis was a nightmare. The RV was difficult to maneuver, and we were soon lost. We were enjoying seeing the town, and suddenly were not so worried about time or place.
I suggest we try to find a landmark that I had read about, Ted Drew's Frozen Custard on old Route 66. We finally stopped and asked for directions, and were soon rewarded by some of the best dessert in town. As we stood outside enjoying the frozen custard, I began to find lust taking over my mind, trying to find a way to get Tom into my bed. The very thought startled me, and caused me to examine my own thinking.
We climbed back in the RV, and began to hunt for the Amtrak Station. It looks kind of deserted, and we quickly learned that we had missed the last train to Kansas City at 3:50pm, well over 3 hours ago. I suggested we find a RV Park for the night and get him to the next train in the morning. Now I know what you're thinking, but I was just trying to be helpful. I was really thinking with my brain, but my balls we not far behind. We located a park in a close suburb, and set out to find it. By 8:30 we pulled into the park and began to settle in for the night.
"Tom, would you like to use the shower? I think I can find some clothes for you."
"Yea, that would be great, but I have some clothes in my back pack. Always prepared is my motto."
I instructed him on the shower operations, and found him a towel, and left to give him some privacy. I just caught a glimpse of his chest as I closed the door. I was immediately erect, and wondering how my life could change so much in so little time. I began to make out the beds, turned on some music, and got my stuff together for my shower. Tom took his time, which was great, as my erection subsided. He exited wearing only some skimpy shorts, which clearly showed the outline of his cock. I think I starred a little to long, and blushed in my embarrassment. I quickly got into the shower, my only way to avoid eye contact. I didn't take long before I was out, dressed in my own shorts.
Tom has already turned on the TV, and was sitting on his bed and seemed very comfortable. A light breeze was moving the curtains. The lights were low, and Tom looked absolutely beautiful. The only place to see the TV was from his bed, so I sat on the edge. He moved some pillows to allow for more comfort, and I scooted back, trying to hide my growing bulge in shorts which were way to thin and small to hide anything.
Soon we had forgotten the TV and were talking. Without thought, I noticed Tom adjusting himself, scratching an itch. My lust was catching up, and I was increasingly aroused. I casually moved the conversation towards sex, wondering how he would react. He told me about a few of his sexual encounters, which were all heterosexual. Without any hint of interest, I said good night, and moved towards my bed, located over the cab. Even with the light out, I could get a view of Tom in his bed. I drifted near sleep when my mind detected movement. Without making any moves, I adjusted my position to see Tom masturbating. He was moving slow, trying to be very quiet and not rock the vehicle. He was doing very well, and I could just tell that he had a handful of hard cock in his hands. He spread his legs, and began to play with his balls. Once I thought his finger disappeared in his ass hole, but I wasn't sure. It was very hard, and I needed to move so I could gain access to my own dick. I moved a little, and Tom suddenly covered himself and waited to make sure I was asleep. After a few minutes of quiet, Tom resume his efforts towards climax. As he began to loose himself, I began to rub myself, careful not to make any noise. Tom spread his legs, and I could see his muscles stiffen. He then shot a quick spurt of cum on his chest, the next filling his navel. The last of it dribbled down his fist, as his dick began to loose it strength. He reached for some tissues to clean off the cum.
After a few minutes, his breathing returned to normal, and I felt safe enough to jerk off with more energy. I uncovered myself to gain better access. I had visions of Tom circling my dick with his tongue as I got close. Just before I came, I looked down at Tom to see him watching my every move. I was startled to see his eyes, but kept stroking until I shot a huge load. My eyes were locked onto Tom's as he watched with a look of admiration, but as soon as I finished, he rolled over to face the wall. Although I had hoped for more, I had enjoyed my solo journey very much. Knowing that Tom was watching gave me great satisfaction.
The following morning, we had to get up and around pretty quickly to get Tom to the station on time. After a quick breakfast and checkout, we were on the way. Nothing was mentioned about the previous night's jerk-off session, which did not surprise me in the slightest. I left Tom standing on the train platform, looking good enough to eat. My sexual attraction template had sure changed since I began the journey. I wondered were it would go from here.
On the Road
Encounter 3
I had heard that the Missouri Ozarks had some good rivers, and I wanted to learn how to use my kayak, still unused and strapped to the roof of the RV. My guide books recommended the Current River as a good learning river, as it was only a level I-II river. By the map, it didn't look too far, so I headed Southwest on I-44. As I exited at Cuba, I could begin to get a feeling for the Ozarks. I planned to camp at Aker's Ferry in a campground run by the National Park Service. The grounds were mainly empty during the middle of the week. For the first time on my adventure, I was alone. The quiet was nice, but eventually I turned on the stereo. I cooked a light supper, and took a walk around the campground. I walked up the outfitter's store and inquired about the river, and a shuttle back to camp the following evening. After the arrangements were all made, I settled in for the night with a quiet campfire, and an early bedtime.
The morning began with sunshine, a good breakfast. I was excited and nervous to finally put the kayak in water. I ran through the checklist of equipment: water bottle, polypropylene underwear, splash jacket, helmet, personal floatation device (life jacket), booties and wool socks. I quickly got overheated from all the layers, but was totally unprepared for how cold this spring-fed river can be, even during the summer. My teeth were chattering by the time I had rolled over 3 times trying to get stable and comfortable with the boat and paddle. With little to lose, I began my journey down river. The scenery was beautiful, the water was crystal clear, and I was largely alone. With a little practice, I began to gain control, and was able to stay right side up. I guess my confidence got ahead of me as I took a nasty spill after hitting a rock broadside. I hit the surface gasping for air and numb from the cold. I kept hold of the paddle, and reached for the boat as I swam for shore. I either needed more skill or a wet suit. Another boater helped me to shore, making sure I kept all my equipment.
I began to really shiver. I didn't notice that the sun was now behind clouds, and a cool breeze was blowing. Luckily my rescuer had more knowledge than me, and quickly set about to build a small fire. It didn't take long for the chattering teeth to still, and I thanked my new friend for his help. Chris introduced himself, telling me that he was an avid boater, and came down to the Current when life got too hectic. He was supposed to meet a friend today, but he didn't show. He was married with kids, but sometimes needed time to himself. I related a brief version of my story, and a new friendship evolved.
Chris was an excellent teacher, and basically spent the day giving me kayak lessons. I enjoyed watching him maneuver his kayak, surf the rapids, and role his boat with ease. We shared our lunches on a gravel bank. We were of similar age, Chris being 5 years older. He was in excellent physical shape, which was quite evident by the way his wet suit hugged his body. We each began to laugh and relax with each other, and I learned a tremendous amount from him. As we exited the river at Round Springs, I learned that he was also camping near Aker's Ferry. He had a shuttle vehicle in place and invited he to ride back with him.
I next saw Chris in the shower house. He was a few minutes ahead of me, and was already naked. He took my breath away as I watched him shower. I quickly joined him in the next shower, and was careful not to get too excited. We finished near the same time, and toweled off. I sat on the bench, searching for my clean underwear. Chris was still drying off, and placed his right foot on the bench. This gave me a bird's eye view of his penis, and I took advantage of the vision. I being a little more modest, turned my back as I slipped on my white jockeys. As we finished up, Christ invited me to his campsite to share supper. I accepted his offer, and brought some stuff to add to the meal. I could feel the excitement build as I gathered my stuff and carried my lawn chair to his site.
Chris had a small tent, and cooked on a propane stove on the picnic table. He had already put on a jacket. My instructions were to light the charcoal as he prepared the meal. He split his steak as it was big enough to share. I wrapped some potatoes in foil, and put them in the coals as soon as they were ready. We were soon enjoying a delicious steak with all the trimmings. After we were through, I took charge of the clean up, and began to wash the dishes. Chris did the drying, and each time our hands touched, I felt an electric current. The conversation had been fairly tame, but it began to move increasingly more sexual. Chris brought out some beer as we stoked up the campfire. I'm not big on drinking, but the beer tasted very good. It didn't take much, and I was feeling slightly giddy. I found myself talking about some rather personal and intimate stuff, and Chris nodded and shared some comparable information. I found myself talking about my first sexual encounter, about my honeymoon adventures. Somewhere along the line, I began to leave hints that I found Chris attractive. For grown men, we were acting like horny teenagers.
When Chris stood up and took a piss on the other side of the fire, I complemented him on his equipment. "Not bad! Hope you get more when you go through puberty!" I said with a slight chuckle.
"I bet it's more than you got!"
"Oh yea! Whip it out and we'll see."
I'm not sure who was seducing whom, but I was up for the game. I stood up and fumbled with my zipper. I was already getting hard, so I had to fiddle around to get it free.
"No fare playing with it. If you get hard, I have to get hard before we compare!"
So there we stood, to middle aged men, playing with our cocks in front of the campfire. I'm sure glad we were alone. As I began to jack my cock to full erection, I could tell that I was going to lose this race. Chris' cock was a good 7 inches long and pretty thick. He was not cut, and his foreskin began to recede to reveal a swollen purple head. This part I had not seen in the shower. I was totally fascinated as he pumped. He pulled out his balls and let them hang free. They were huge!
I began to be intimidated by his equipment, and began to stuff it back in when Chris said "Don't put it away. I know that I'm bigger than normal, but I've never seen another man jack off, and may never get the chance again. We're strangers and most likely will never see each other again, Please continue."
"Only if you'll go first. I've never seen one that wasn't circumcised. Mind if I get closer?"
"Sure go ahead, get as close as you want, but watch out when it blows!"
I couldn't wait till it blows, but I was totally mesmerized watching this action. I got close enough to catch a whiff of his manly smell. I saw his balls jiggle back and forth. I'm not sure if it was the beer, or my newfound sexual freedom, but I touched his cock. Chris let go and I resumed the stroking. He began to moan with pleasure and I worked the foreskin back and forth. Chris began to lose his balance, so I encouraged him to sit. Before he did, I slipped down his pants to his knees. I moved to the ground before him. The stroking was working and soon I could see a drop of cum at the tip. Without thinking, I bent over and took it away with my tongue. Chris really groaned.
"Oh yes! Please, take me in your mouth. I need it real bad!"
Without further words, I took to crown into my mouth. I didn't have too much experience, but I remembered the instructions form Mark and moved slowly. I suggested we move to the tent and get more comfortable. Chris laid out on the bed, and I began to slip his pants completely off. I began to explore his body, inch by inch. I was totally fascinated by his foreskin, and spent the majority of time there.
As his excitement grew, Chris began to touch my body. I stopped and undressed. I laid down beside Chris, and he moved to explore more closely. I could tell the he had never done this before, but his curiosity was his best asset. His attempt to suck me off were amateurish, but succeeded in getting me close. I suggested that me turn around and he placed his knees on both sides of my head. His erection was out of reach, but my hands explored his body with gusto. I felt his mouth return to my cock, with renewed energy. I pulled his balls, and ran my hands over his ass, moving closer to his asshole. The really got him squirming, which made his suck harder, causing me to reach the point of no return.
"I'm cuming ... Oh God that feels great ..." I groaned as I reached my orgasm. Chris removed his mouth in time to get my first spurt to his face. He used his hands to complete the act. As my breathing relaxed, I realized that I had continued to arouse Chris near orgasm. I quickly rolled him over, and went to work on his cock. Within seconds, he shot his load into my mouth, and I managed to take most of it.
After we both recovered, I moved close to cuddle.
Chris responded "Man that was great, but I'm not interested in kissing or cuddling. That was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had, but that's the end of it."
With that I began to dress and commented "I know what you mean. This is all new to me, and I'm not sure what this is all about. I wish you good luck. Will I see you on the river tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'll be there. See you then."
With that said, I dressed and left, zipping up the tent. I looked for Chris the next morning, but his campsite was empty. I guess he wasn't ready. He most likely freaked and ran back to his wife and family. I honestly wished him well as he dealt with the guilt of confusion of his first gay experience.
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