Encounter 7
Chuck and I made a two-person caravan that entire day. Oklahoma was not all that exciting, but we got off the interstate whenever we could, and enjoyed the stretched of old Route 66 that were left. I especially loved it when I followed him, as the sight of him in his leathers on the bike made my dick swell. We ate lunch at a road side park, just after Tulsa. After a quick lunch of cold-cuts, I made some childish attempts at grab-n-run. He chased me around the park, and tagged me, he made a mad rush to get away, and I caught him behind the RV. We were out of sight of the highway, and we embraced in a very romantic hug. I could feel his hardness against my leg. Knowing that we were in a risky situation, only stimulated me more. I went to my knees, and fished his dick out of his leathers. With no forplay, I deep throated him on the spot. I soon felt his hands on my head, as he began to face fuck me. His dirty talk only increased my excitement. I had to stop and let my dick have some air, and resumed my task. Several cars passed by, but luckily most of the traffic was on I-44 , long in the distance. After Chuck came in my mouth, he raised me up to share the cum with him. When it was finally gone, he sat me on the picnic table. My back was to the highway, but this was pretty risky! He took my cock in his mouth, and began to give a mind-blowing blowjob. Several cars passed and I panicked at each one. Watching this hot leather stud give me pleasure in plain sight was so dangerous and erotic that I came fairly fast. He did not miss a drop. As I was catching my breath, Chuck made his announcement.
"Josh, it's been incredible spending the last 24 hours with you. It feels like we've known each other for years. The problem is that I've got to move faster or I won't make the entire length of Route 66 before I have to be back at work. I really wish I had all the time you have, but I don't. I will miss you, but I've got to go."
I didn't see it coming but his words made sense. We parted with a kiss beside the highway we both loved.
Later that afternoon, I entered Oklahoma City from the north. Route 66 continued on through Bethany, Yukon, and then El Reno. I picked a state park just 25 miles further named Red Rock Canyon. It was a surprise to find such beautiful geology in the middle of Oklahoma. The campground is in a canyon of beautiful red sandstone. I choose a single campsite just below a cliff and set up camp. Once finished I pulled out a lawn chair and began to notice the rock climbers scaling the ledges and repelling back down. I was quick to realize how hot some of the guys looked with the climbing harnesses strapped between their legs. The only thing better would have been leather chaps. I engaged several of the guys in conversation, and learned that they were camping several sites down from ours.
One of the guys in particular caught my eye. He reminded me of a young Tom Sellek. He was wearing a tank top which showed off his hairy chest. His shorts were bright red, no socks, and some type of special climbing shoes. I asked lots of questions about knots and equipment. His name was Skip, and his best asset was his smile. Skip asked if I wanted to try climbing, and I was quick to accept. The best part was putting on the harness, and feeling Skip's hand tighten the straps and snap on safety rings. I had to be careful not to let his touch arouse me, but I'm sure he noticed a little arousal. I climbed right beside Skip, but didn't go too high before I returned to the ground. I watched from below as Skip finished. Seeing him from below filled my head with all types of sexual fantasies, but at the same time knew he was straight and much too good looking for me.
I though Skip was with a group of friends, and was encouraged to find out that he was alone. It seems guys come here from all around to practice on the ropes and learn. Skip has a small tent and had been in the park since yesterday, and had to return the next day . When Skip rappelled back down, I invited him over for a cold drink and a rest in the shade. I found him so incredible beautiful, I wanted to keep him around for as long as possible. It wasn't a stretch to talk with him, and learned all about his adventures in mountain climbing. He had made some exciting climbs in Colorado and California. In the process, I learned that he was single, worked as a computer programmer, but lived for his sport. I related my brief experience of traveling America alone, looking to find myself.
After a brief rest, Skip encouraged me to try to climb one more time. Again, Skip helped me into the harness. This time I became completely hard at his touch. There was no hiding it in the tight straps. Skip continuex to work, ignoring the obvious. This time, I was able to follow instructions, and made it to the top of the canyon, maybe 35 feet. I wanted to rappel back down, but froze as I neared the edge. Skip was very understanding, and we walked back down. Surprisingly, Skip talked about his own fear of heights, and how climbing helped him to conquer this fear.
Although exhilarated by the climb, I was hot and sweaty. I brought us both two more cold drinks. Having had good success using food, I invited Skip back for supper. I made my exit for a shower, with the slight hope that Skip would follow. The bathroom was small with only a small gang shower. There were several guys already in the process, so I waited my turn. I was lost in the vision of these guys in the shower, that I failed to notice Skip enter the room. I had to move my towel to cover up my erection. I was surprised to be so aroused, especially after that blow job with Chuck at lunch.
When the two guys left, it was my time to move in. Skip was right behind me, so I had to work carefully to hide my arousal. I turned my back as I slipped off my underwear, and entered the water without even looking at Skip. I was finally able to at loose at least part of my erection, and turned to let the spray hit my back. I must have moved quickly, because I caught Skip staring at my butt. His face turned red and he moved his eyes. This dance of curiosity and lust has just moved up one notch.
I made exaggerated movements to wash my cock and balls. I could feel the blood return, so I concentrated on keeping it down. Skip was washing his hair, and I got to real examine his body. He hairy chest was a work of art. Even soft, he had a good 5 inches of cut meat. His balls were hairy, and were medium sized. As he rinsed his hair, I looked elsewhere. When I next looked, he was turned backwards, and washing his ass. As he separated his cheeks to wash, I thought I would faint. I was no longer able to hide my erection, but choose to ignore the obvious. As I shut off the water, I noticed that Skip has seen my erection, and was sporting a little wood himself.
We dried ourselves off, and I had to work to get my erection hidden inside my shorts. Skip was struggling himself with the skimpy low-rise nylon briefs, and the tip continued to peek out of the elastic waist-band. Thank god no one else was waiting to shower!
Feeling all refreshed and clean, I even shaved at the sink and brushed my teeth. Skip left quicker than I, but he was already sitting in a lawn chair when I returned. I choose not to wear underwear, a subconscious plot to make myself attractive to Skip. I think the heat encouraged Skip to choose some very short shorts, and another tank top, and sandals. His hair was still wet, and combed straight back. He came in and helped me prepare some spaghetti and salad. We ate outside at dusk.
Our conversation was very relaxed and casual. We shared some of our own personal beliefs, and somehow got to talking about politics. We had opposing views about the whole Clinton mess, with some pretty graphic conversation about blow jobs. I suggested a walk around the park, which he accepted. I groaned as I rose from the chair, more sore than I expected. Skip was quick to offer a neck and shoulder rub, which I gratefully accepted. I took some ibuprofen, and we began the walk. We found some interesting trails leading up and out of the canyon, and followed several of these. Several times Skip gave me a hand up, which I always took advantage of his help.
Skip stepped behind a bush to take a leak. He wasn't overly modest, and I caught a quick glimpse of his cock. Hearing him made my own bladder's needs apparent. I unzipped right where I stood, and let it fly. I held my cock in my hand, but looked up to catch Skip looking. I could feel the blood begin to pump. He gave his dick a few extra shakes than necessary. I have had more sex in the last week than I could ever remember, but I was already horny and ready for more. Looking into Skip's eyes, I had the feeling that I was the one being seduced.
It was almost dark when we returned to the RV. I suggested a campfire, which sounded good to Skip. We walked to the Ranger station, and bought some wood. On the way past Skip's tent, he got some stuff to make some-mores . After the fire was going, we got some sticks to roast the marshmallows and we enjoyed the sticky treats. In licking the white sticky stuff from my fingers, I made a crude remark about Monica's stained dress. We both laughed, and I detected a slight tenting in Skip's shorts.
Skip groaned and rubbed his shoulders. I, being the kind hearted soul, offered a neck rub. He accepted, and I went to get some lotion. He stripped off his shirt, and I began some serious rubbing.
I said "You're pretty tight, how about you lay down, and I can get your whole back."
"Man, you're really good. You could do this professionally. Sure, a back rub would feel really great."
I spread a blanket on the ground, a little way from the fire. I warmed some of the lotion in my hands, and began to explore his back. I straddled his butt, and had to be careful that he couldn't detect my own erections. I could hear Skip groan with appreciation as I worked lower and lower. I finally moved under the waist-band of his shorts. I could detect no reservation, so I continued to the upper curve of his butt. When I could not think of a way to continue the back rub, I sat back in my chair, quick to hide my own erection. Skip stayed on the blanket for a moment, then got up. It was dark, but I was sure I could see some wood as he stood and stretched.
"Man, that was great! I could let you do that for hours" was his thank you, and as he turned to sit, I could now clearly make out his erection.
"Looks like you need to visit Monica yourself" was my reply.
"Yeah, but I don't think I'll find her here tonight. Guess it up to me, as usual."
"Guess we all get used to taking matters into our own hands."
Skip chuckled as he said "You know, I've never told a living soul that I beat off, but I guess everyone knows that a single guy would have to, or he'd go crazy. Right now is one of those times."
"Yeah, I can tell you're sporting some wood there! Monica would struggle to take that thing on, it's huge!"
"Thanks for the complement, but you're not so bad yourself. In the shower you looked pretty amazing!"
"I guess I knew that you noticed, cause you turned red and looked away. I guess guys check each other out in the showers, I even checked you out. You've got a body that is the envy of most everyone I know.
Chuck totally startled me when he replied "I've have had the pleasure of many. I always know that others find my body attractive, and I've learned to take advantage of it. I been experiencing feeling today that I was not prepared for. I didn't have the courage to just come out and ask you, till now."
My voice jumped on octave as I replied "Wow, I didn't see that coming! I'm flattered that you find me attractive. I've been thinking about this most of the day as well. Would you fulfill one of my fantasies? I'd love to see you in that climbing harness one more time."
Skip got up, and began to put on the harness. I rose to help him with the fasteners. I ran my hands around his thighs. I found his erection and grabbed it. I put my mouth over it, and soaked his shorts. Skip ran his hands through my hair, and groaned with pleasure. He then stood me up and reached for the second harness. Before I could pick it up, Skip slipped down my shorts. I felt so sexy with the harness on my naked body. I was glad we were out of sight of the road. Skip ran his hands over my body, and found the pre-cum.
Skip whispered "Lets go inside. I really like to see what I'm eating"
We both dropped our harness, and I pickup up my shorts. I slipped them for the move into the light. My cock was straining at my shorts, so I freed it as quickly as possible. I was already leaking, but my own need would wait. I put the table down, and moved the cushions to make a bed. I then positioned Skip on his back, and moved my attention to his balls, taking each into my mouth. His hairy body was a little overwhelming, but workable. I returned to his cock, and soon felt Skip's hands on my head as he began to face fuck me. His groans and moans became louder, and his pressure on my head became stronger. Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat, and the thrusting paused. I new he was cuming, and I soon tasted him. I took the first several volleys, but had to let up. He kept cuming, and it filled his navel and dribbled down his balls.
I laid down on top of him, and felt the cum between our bodies. Our cocks were side by side, and I began to thrust into that warm, moist space. I was so horny that I didn't last too long. I raised up and began to jerk off over Skip. He looked up, and watched my stroking. His eyes never left my cock, as I shot cum over his chest, and added mine to his. I sat down in the chair opposite Skip.
He stated "That was the best blow job that I've ever experienced. I've had a few over the years, but usually in the back seat of a car. This was the first time that it was like making love instead of fucking. It was incredible. I'm still hard, will you do it again?"
Without another word, I moved down to lick up our cum. I moved in such a way as to avoid his cock. Skip thrust it at me several times, and I teased him with my avoidance. I could see the torture in his eyes. I moved my body closer, and felt his fingers explore my body. I wanted more, so I moved myself directly over him, with his head between my knees. I love to feel a guy play with my ass, and was hoping he got the hint. The closer he got to my ass, the closer I got to his cock. It soon became a game, as we teased each other.
It took more time and energy this time, but I was able to get him off with a combination of sucking and stroking, and playing with his balls. He finally came, but with less intensity. I was able to take it all in my mouth. I backed off, and let him recover, fully expecting some relief from my own erection. I sat on the opposite end of the bed, one leg between his, the other near the wall. I think Skip was a little hesitant, but I was determined to get my cock sucked. Skip moved to get his head near my cock. I was about three-quarters hard. Skip touched it with his hand first, and gave it a few tugs. He lifted my balls, and played with them a little.
"That feels great, but don't stop now!"
Without any words, Skip bent down that took the head into his mouth. He was warm and moist, but had a lot of learning to do. His teeth scraped me, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
"Take it easy! Watch the teeth, open you mouth wider and use your lips."
After some more attempts, he got fairly good, and I became more aroused. "Hey you're getting good….play with my balls, I love that…Oh yeah…lick the piss slit…"
Although he got me close, I was beginning to worry that he wouldn't be able to get me off. His next move caught me off guard, but he found my pucker with his finger, and began to work it inside. This new stimulation was enough to get me off for the second time that night. He continued to suck, and managed to take most of my cum, but some escaped down his chin. We sat there for a few moments, resting and recovering. His cock was wet and shriveled, and looked done for the night.
Skip caught me by surprise when he stated "I know I played dumb, but that wasn't my first time. I had a roommate in college who liked to suck and be sucked. He taught me a lot, but I'm out of practice. I was attracted to you earlier today, especially when you sprang a boner in the harness, I got hard as well. I've forgotten how exciting and wonderful sucking off a guy can be."
"Well, you little cock sucker you! Playing coy and innocent, when the whole time you wanted cock as much as I. If I could get it up, I'd fuck you raw for that" I said with a smile.
Skip got up, pulled up his shorts, and prepared to leave. "I'll see you in the morning. I'm exhausted and I've got to get some sleep. Thanks again" he said as he groped his cock and shook it.
"Good night. Now I'll sleep well" and I repeated his movement with my own limp dick.
I quickly crawled in bed, and slept soundly.
The following morning, I arose to find Skip already climbing the wall outside my RV. I made two cups of hot tea, and sat in the chair. I could watch him climb all day…such a cute butt! As he repelled down, I invited him over.
Skip saw me and came over, "I don't usually drink tea, but it seems I'm doing new things, so maybe tea will be my new drink."
I could tell that both our minds were reliving the past evening. I think maybe he was a little mebarassed, but he hid it well. After a few moment of silence, Skip suggested I climb the wall again.
"I still have on my sleeping shorts. I don't even have underwear on!" I said with a wink in my eye.
Skip took his time helping me with the harness. By the time it was on, my erection was really obvious. I was glad we were alone, as I was enjoying all the touching. I kept the erection most of the way to the top. Skip was very playful, and would touch himself in erotic ways. By the time we were over the top, we were both like young school boys. I could see a wet spot on my shorts, and, making sure we were alone, took my cock out to stroke. Skip watched as his own erection found it's way into the open.
"Hey Skip, this is fun, but lets get a little more secluded" as I move away from the edge. I took off in a trot and he followed in a simple game of tag. We were laughing and groping as we found some brushes to hide behind. I would have liked to kiss, but he went right for my cock. He was decidedly better than last night, and soon had me near orgasm. I was soon over the edge, and got off in his mouth. I then went to work on him. I laid him on the ground, and began to explore his balls and ass. I choose a rather traditional approach, and went straight for his cock. I went around the crown with my tongue. I found his piss slit, and worked my tongue into it. He was really moaning, and totally lost in pleasure. A few seconds later I experience his cum once again in my mouth. We he finished, I moved towards his mouth. I thought he might turn away, but instead we enjoyed a passionate kiss, with cum thrown in for spice.
I heard some voices, so we quickly dressed and tried to look innocent. As we returned to the ledge, Several other guys were coming up. Skip knew them, and introduced me as a beginner. I was quickly aware that I was not wearing underwear, and had a wet spot. I grew red with embarrassment, as we prepared to rappel down. Skip was quite amused at my embarrassment, and found opportunity to tease me by snapping my elastic waste band and pretend to pull them down.
I was glad to be back down, but Skip was anxious to try some other locations to build up his skills. He joined with the other guys and went on. It was suddenly very quiet, and I wanted Skip to return. I didn't see him again till that evening. He snuck up behind me and I jumped out of the lawn chair. It was broad daylight, so he was pretty mature. Skip had to leave to get home in time for work the following day. I said good-bye and wished him well. Sleeping alone that night was depressing, but I slept soundly. I'm sure my balls were thankful for the rest.