Chapter 25 Alternate.
Epilogue.
Ten months after completing the Cambodia mission our captain announced his retirement, David applied for his position and I applied for the long-unfilled coordinator position the next day. The one I applied for was mostly a desk job, lots of time on the phone making connections, ordering supplies, scheduling training, and managing the office. The captain's position spent a lot of time at the Pentagon or working with contractors around the capital area. Captain Johnson made regular trips to the Pentagon or to different DOD offices around DC. My best guess was he was there about three to five days a month.
We started interviewing candidates (to take our jobs) from Navy schools primarily in San Diego, Chicago, and Virginia Beach. Sometimes we flew to Hawaii to interview sailors at Pearl Harbor. In Hawaii we interviewed four people on aircraft carriers in port briefly.
Within six months we were both promoted to leadership positions at the El Paso office, and Captain Johnson was transferred back to Atlanta where he would spend his final six months of active duty before retiring at age 52. They gave him some cushy job to ease him into retirement, like commander of post golf courses. He told us he was starting a company with his wife. They were both very well educated people and we became friends with the Captain and eventually had him over for dinner in our back yard a few times. He said during his last month in El Paso he was going to buy a new Honda Goldwing and ride it home to Georgia, then the two of them planned on touring the east coast and New England on the bike and live like high class Gypsies for a few months.
David's negotiations with the Pentagon allowed him to start active duty as an O-3, or a Captain in the Army. And slowly, over time, they issued him ribbons for his combat-like duty in foreign countries. He expected to be promoted to O-4 within two years. It saved us a ton of money on health insurance.
He only wore a dress uniform to work when we were being inspected by the Pentagon. Otherwise he wore clothes that were nice enough to wear on the golf course at a private club. Our higher-ups in Washington knew we had a lot of money and had a top notch lawyer on retainer so they never fucked with us about work and benefits stuff. It was sort of funny how easily they backed off about things that came down from the Pentagon that were to apply to all soldiers and officers. We often got overlooked on those things. As the months went by I heard David say (several times) that he wished he'd gone to law school instead of engineering school.
During his last month in El Paso David and Captain Johnson spent eight days in Washington together, he was being introduced to the Joint Chiefs and a few of the people he had to take orders (crap) from or go to for help.
It took almost half a year of interviews all over the USA until we finally found the ideal two people to take our place. During that time we shared the coverage duty with the team in Omaha. Luckily our caseload was low so I did a few minor incidents myself (hostage situations, armed robberies, serial shooter investigations, cold case investigations).
We had been searching for months and interviewed dozens of young men and women and narrowed our list down to our top six candidates, then eliminated two of them after we saw their FBI background investigations that showed both had spent time protesting with antifa in Saint Paul. They claimed they were paid actors, Larping for cash, but it still disqualified them.
We interviewed two young men in rural Louisiana after we read their online application to the Navy. They called themselves The Bayou Brothers. They were four months apart in age, both of them worked at a car dealership as mechanics and were in fantastic shape. They both spoke with pronounced Louisiana accents, one was an actual descendent of African slaves (ADOS) in Mississippi and the other one had French ancestry and said according to the US Census he was a Cajun (French Canadian kicked out of Canada, resettled in New Orleans before the Louisiana Purchase).
They grew up within a mile of each other and went to the same school, met in kindergarten then went all the way through high school as inseparable best friends, both dated girls but said they felt their close friendship caused problems with some girls so they only dated. It was obvious talking to these boys that they were not gay and very much loved each other, like twin brothers. They told us repeatedly they were not gay, so they obviously were aware their closeness looked suspicious to some. David and I did not care if they fucked or swallowed, we only cared if they were honest and could do the job correctly.
Both were excellent marksmen, hunters, fishermen, and afraid of nothing in nature except lightning and earthquakes. They both agreed to go to basic training at Fort Benning then Seal School at Great Lakes. We told them if they completed those schools we'd hire them and send them to DOD school in Nevada then to UTEP for free.
During one of our interviews we spent hours discussing seal school. They had lot of questions based on what they saw in movies. But it turned out most of what they saw was actually portrayals of West Point, not seal school. Despite us trying to paint a very harsh picture of seal school they both said it sounded like what they did for fun on the weekends.
Before our recruits actually left for basic training in Georgia we hired a contractor to re-do our back yard. The plan was to remove everything and strip it down to bare sand, along with fifty feet of stone perimeter wall for construction vehicles to drive between the houses and into the yard, which would also destroy parts of our front yards, driveways and the public sidewalk too. Our plans required the use of a lawyer to pay a deposit to reconstruct their entire front yard and side yard too. The first step was the removal of fifty feet of the stone perimeter wall and to build ramps to protect the street curbs and sidewalks. Despite being protected the heavy equipment would end up destroying the sidewalk anyway, which was anticipated.
We wanted an in-ground pool, it would be the biggest that would fit in that space. At the deep end it would be nine feet and thirty inches at the shallow end with fiberglass seats built in just like the hot tub. To fit in the yard it would be shaped like a bent teardrop shape, but sort of squared off a bit. The filtration gear would sit behind a wall in the corner of the yard, the energy source would be natural gas. The finished pool would be big enough to snorkel or scuba practice in the deep end if you didn't mind swimming in large circles, or straight lines end to end.
There just wasn't enough room between the houses to safely bring in an actual backhoe so they used a modified skid loader to dig the pool and the trenches for water, power, and gas. It was supposed to take seven weeks to finish and cost $62,000 after all the stuff we wanted to add, but it was just too shallow for a diving board. I'm sure David will run across the deck and dive in above where the pool floor takes a steep dive down to the deep end.
Since we didn't have kids we did not install child fencing but they installed the holes in the deck for fence posts, then they capped the holes with plugs.
The pool would have variable underwater lighting, colors and brightness. After the project was done they would re-install the variable shade over the entire back yard (38x100). Before work started we found a new home for the hot tub, our neighbor took it as a gift. They were the people that loaned us their son to help me move David into the house after he got home from emergency surgery in Marshalltown, Iowa.
After the pool and decking was finished the perimeter stone wall would be rebuilt (using the original stones) then they'll repair our front yards and driveways. In the end we replaced both driveways and the sidewalk between them but the curb was not damaged. After we replaced both driveways our neighbor decided he wanted his yard to look like ours, low water desert landscape like ours so now our front yards looked the same (rocks and cactus). We also replaced the tree between our driveways with a three year old oak sapling. We liked those neighbors but seldom spoke, but their son liked us and visited about once a month. He (Jeremy, but we called him Germy) was a very tall, skinny, awkward, nerdy boy with muscular thumbs and poor people skills. He had very long blonde hair and lived either on his skateboard or near the x-box in their basement. He also knew the kid with the big car stereo that David assaulted that one time, but they were not friends.
After the pool was done he visited more often and arrived in shorts with his hair in a net. We didn't really enjoy his company much but he was always welcome to come over when he heard us in the pool. A couple times he hinted at hearing sounds he assumed was us fucking outside and he might have been right.
Most of our back yard was now either pool or a concrete tile pavers designed for hot climates, guaranteed not to burn your feet during the summer. It actually looked nice and wasn't slick when wet. We also got a custom pool cover and new patio furniture and hired someone to build us an outdoor kitchen with a (wood fired) brick pizza oven, sink, ice box, and pellet smoker. Along the back wall of the house (and near the pool pumps) we still had access to the soil for growing veggies or planting bushes.
The problem with growing stuff in the back yard was splashes from the salt water pool would likely kill most plants except desert weeds. We'd have to use planters instead of the actual ground.
They also ran a buried pipe across the yard for an emergency drain line that went to the end of our driveway. If someone was drowning and you hit the big red button it would start to rapidly empty the pool out into the street. That was an optional safety feature that lowered our insurance.
After the back yard was done and everything repaired to everyone's satisfaction we contacted the US Embassy in Cambodia about giving money to the Watt we toured in Phnom Penh and got in touch with the head monk and told him we'd like to give some money to support their care of kids and the gradual reconstruction of the temple. He gave us a name to call that handled their money at an international bank in the city.
Because of the time difference it took a few oddly timed phone calls but we arranged to do a bank to bank wire transfer of money as a gift to the monastery. After I got all the info correct and talked to our bank we decided to go ahead with a test donation. We cut open one of the boxes from when we captured the Middle Eastern terrorist guy over in Arizona and together we hand counted seventy thousand dollars, twice on the kitchen table (seven hundred, hundred-dollar bills). The next day I deposited it in our bank, then we had them wire transfer it as instructed to the Monastery account at Sathapana Bank in downtown Phnom Penh. I recalled seeing the bank when we rode by in the bus and I thought what an odd name it had.
The transfer took a while to go through as different international police agencies wanted to make sure we weren't selling or buying something illegal. Then the entire subject sort of disappeared and we heard nothing about it for almost a month.
One day we received a Fedex tube package at work, it was a thick cardboard tube like posters got shipped in. We opened it at home and saw it was a large color photograph taken inside the banquet hall of all the boys at the temple waving at the camera, on the back each one signed their name and the head guy wrote a letter. On his enclosed letter they described how they intended to use our gift, it would go to badly needed roof repairs, plumbing repairs, new power tools for them to learn construction skills, and to pay down some recent bills.
David noticed when you held the photo up in the sunlight the monks signed the back directly behind their faces in the photo on the back side! None of the signatures were readable because they were all in Khmer, that weird language where all the letters looked like tridents or fishhooks.
It was a very nice note but we didn't expect anything like that. Who knows, maybe in the future we might do it again! God knows they needed some good news. We had their photo framed and hung it in our living room.
When our recruits graduated from Fort Benning BCT school I met with them and took them out to celebrate since nobody from their families could (afford to) attend. The next day we got in the van I rented and we drove non-stop to North Chicago, Illinois and they reported for day #1 of US Navy Seal School, which took some special arranging by the Pentagon since it was a different branch of the military. Their training would be regular seal classes, not like ours where we spent almost twice as long at several schools around the USA for Navy Seals. Not all seal schools offered the same specialty training. These two had specialized in marksmanship and scored 99% on all shooting trials, which tied an existing record.
On the day we arrived at a hotel in Waukegan, Illinois we had five more days until the next class started so we hung out by the indoor pool and talked a lot about our service and the types of missions we handled, and some of the optional ones too. I couldn't tell them much about our history other than to say we'd been involved in halting a number of very high profile crimes and acts of terror, in-progress. I also explained about our immunity from most local law enforcement and some of the problems we had with poorly trained small town cops.
These two best friends for life didn't look anything alike, except that they were both skinny and in excellent physical shape. The one that was ADOS (American Descendant of Slavery) was one of those very dark skinned African descendants. Outside in the parking lots at night he was very difficult to see, which I think could really work in his favor in our service. In the pool and in the hotel room they touched each other a lot, so it was evident they acted like twin brothers. It was obvious they had no physical boundaries or restrictions on how they acted around each other.
We got a hotel room with two beds, they slept on one bed but never voiced any objection. There was nothing they didn't do together, they were even in the bathroom together when one of them took a dump or one was in the shower. Their bond was amazing and rare, even David and I weren't as close and uninhibited as these two young men.
The day the two of them walked into the reception station at Great Lakes to start school I gave each of them $300 in cash to cover their incidentals during school. Both of them were having their military pay checks deposited to a bank in New Orleans and had no access to it here so I was like their dad temporarily. We were sort of gambling on them but my gut feeling was they were ideal candidates to take our jobs, and not end up dead from carelessness.
Fourteen weeks later I rented a van in El Paso and drove (alone) to Chicago and picked them up again and drove them to the DOD school near Laughlin, Nevada. They decided to skip the graduation ceremony and go directly to the next school. At that school they would swear a secrecy oath and accept our job offers then learn the fine art of doing what we did for the past eleven years, special weapons, killing, explosives, rockets, and lots of secret military gear including portable/variable nuclear weapons and EMP weapons. They thought I was kidding when I told them after they arrived in El Paso they would get bullet proof suits and have two atomic weapons at home they had to guard with their lives.
I asked them if they ever heard of Hello Kitty but neither of them did, so I let the subject drop. On the drive from Chicago to Laughlin we had almost two days to talk about stuff, that was one of the topics, but it didn't go very far! We took US Route 54 to I-40, then I-40 to Kingman, Arizona, and Highway 68 right into Laughlin. Some people joked that the DOD school near Laughlin was the actual site of the Wildfire facility from the movie Andromeda Strain. All it looked like was a cluster of windowless warehouses behind two tall chain link fences with barbed wire on top and high voltage power lines going into the facility. It was obviously government but nobody in the area knew for sure what it was. Some locals speculated it was the location for filming the mars landing in the movie Capricorn One.
In Nevada they'd earn pilot's licenses flying military helicopters and also how to shoot them down. They'd also learn a lot about America's most likely enemies and enemies we had that were actually allies. They'd receive the equivalent of a bachelor's degree at DOD school. After completing five months at DOD school they'd report to David for active duty at the El Paso Airport (ELP) and gradually take over the western sector. After they settled-in we'd enroll them in some type of degree program at UTEP to begin their master's degrees. Most of us had engineering degrees, some were civil engineers, some electrical, some were in chemistry, and one was in Political Science. David and I both had Master's in Electrical Engineering from UT-Austin.
Working at ELP everyone commented that our boss was a new breed. David got us two old fashioned style pinball machines, a juke box that played CDs, and a (used) movie theater popcorn machine for our meeting room at the airport office. We also started having regular all-staff outings (bowling usually) and parties. And he even made me put in extra hours keeping our office up to snuff on regs and required training. We also did lots of training sessions with the crew on subjects designed to improve our health and financial status. None of our crew knew we were wealthy because we never showed it publically. The only thing we owned that looked expensive was our new back yard, but our house was regular old middle class suburban El Paso. If asked we decided to explain it away with a second mortgage. We were told our house only sold for $29,000 new in the 1950s.
Within one year of their arrival at ELP our new crew was fully up to speed and almost as good as us. David got them promoted twice, both were now E-5s and scheduled to start officer school halfway through their master's programs at UTEP and would start as O-2s, first lieutenant, a silver bar.
Since our new guys came from poor families they arrived with very little cash. When they first stepped off the train we got them housing in a barracks building on Fort Bliss but they were able to keep the door locked and the Army Cavalry that owned the barracks agreed to leave them and their stuff alone. They were free to eat with the soldiers in the mess hall and use their laundry machines too. But all that was temporary until they got a place of their own. Sometimes apartments were hard to come by in El Paso near Fort Bliss. They lived on the post for two months before a suitable two bedroom apartment opened.' We purchased a used truck for them so they had wheels, but it wasn't like they had back in Louisiana.
Since our spiders were the single most important piece of gear we used after the guys arrived we had to schedule time at the Fort Bliss combat simulator, which was a large indoor facility with middle eastern town sets inside to train urban combat. We reserved it at night to train our guys how to use spiders. They got an introductory course at DOD school but we had them use spiders and drones to transport them. We drilled them with deployment, gasses, air currents, and all the little tricks the spiders were capable of. We also spent time up at McGregor Range actually firing our shoulder fired weapons and the dial-a-yield nukes too. We also practiced flying our different drones, like the ones used for long range surveillance like we used at the Clark Bridge. We even showed them all the video we shot at the Clark Bridge and at the religious cult compound in southern Colorado.
David told me he learned that anytime a training nuke was going to be fired it had to be pre-notified on a state department computer so all the countries that were on the above ground test ban treaty were notified ahead of time. The one we used in Mexico nearly started an international incident even though it posed no danger to anyone but those near the plasma ball.
Back in the 1950s the US Army had a tiny nuclear weapon that could be fired like a portable rocket, called M-28 Davy Crockett. It fired a 20t yield nuke. Ours was a similar concept but a quarter the size and a fraction of the weight. Plus ours was smart and guided and could use add-on engine segments. Ours could be held in one hand, it was the size of a can of bug spray (not including the rocket motors). It was fired from a telescoping tube you balanced on your shoulder while looking through the sights.
Our variable nuke created a ball of plasma as small as a car or as large as a three story super walmart. It could disappear a house or flatten a town. It could topple any building or turn the middle part of a modern aircraft carrier into a puff of dust.
We didn't have any helicopters to demonstrate that weapon but they were able to fire it at a dummy target missile, then we hiked downrange to closely examine the wreckage. And we also demonstrated our EMP weapon out in the desert but the effect was minimal on plants and insects.
We also showed them close-up photos of David's injuries after being shot at close range while wearing his Batsuit. Of course he seemed to enjoy seeing his naked photos being projected on a large screen inside a lecture hall. The photos went from the base of his dick to his collar bones and showed the huge purple and blue bruise over his spleen and the three small surgical scars. We had photos of his body before and after surgery. I got a little turned on looking at them despite giving the lecture. We didn't tell them who got shot, even though David was seated in the room for the lecture. Nobody asked who it was, the most recognizable features were his big flat tits.
Their first big mission was to an FBI terror case. The feds had monitored conversations sent by text between four men in Saint Paul discussing bombing a government office building mostly used by different state and federal agencies. They said they already had someone working in the building as a nightly cleaning tech, so they had access to most of the seven story building. They planned to detonate bombs on support columns on the second floor, to topple the building towards a courthouse across the street, and do it during the day by remote detonation.
Our rookies penetrated their residence while all four suspects were inside by using two spiders, they gassed the occupants and double handcuffed everyone and handed them over to the FBI without a single shot fired. When the call came down from Washington why they didn't use lethal gas David simply told him that was un-constitutional and hung up on the FBI under Secretary, then emailed him a copy of the US Constitution with the part about due process highlighted. He got a couple calls from Washington over that stunt but nothing came of it.
One day we got an email from Captain Johnson and his wife the dentist. They were touring the north-east states and having a great time on their new motorcycle, it now had 3,451 miles on it and they added a trailer hitch and a cargo trailer which meant they could carry more clothes and not have to do laundry every other day. He included several photos of the Goldwing parked in front of well known history buildings in Rhode Island, Maine, Boston, and Vermont. Their new email address was Vagabonddentist@gmail, which I thought was funny. I was happy they were happy and having fun. I'd love to do that with David some day but he'd want to take his truck instead of a new motorcycle.
We made a large cash deposit to our bank and arranged to have $600,000.00 transferred to the Buddhist temple account in Phnom Penh without telling them it was coming. Weeks after that we got a very long letter from the temple manager with thanks and they made a brass plaque with our names engraved on it and mounted it on the wall in the dining hall (sent us a photo of it). They paid off all their debt and got new tires for their vehicles too.
He said they were building a trade school on the property to teach the monks building trades and mechanics which would eventually generate enough income to sustain them for decades to come. He said they are expanding their stone working facility with new equipment to rebuild the temple (and others) but also become big in the headstone engraving industry. Their mechanical school will teach small engine repair and with millions of small scooters registered in Cambodia a repair shop should soon become a money tree.
We also got hand written letters in a Fedex package from thirty one of the monks that wanted to say thanks for improving their lives. One of them said he wanted to visit us and stay in America for a while to learn our customs and culture. We sort of read between the lines that he was secretly gay and didn't feel very welcome at the monastery. So we wrote back and invited him to get a passport and come visit us any time he wanted. He sent us a picture, he was a tiny and very thin boy with horrible teeth, age: 19 years. He said he was 5'5" tall and 90 pounds and had all his shots. He came to the monastery at age five after his parents were killed in a workplace dust explosion at a t-shirt factory. In the face he almost looked like a girl. When we wrote back inviting him here we offered to pay his expenses, but were waiting to hear back since he still needed a passport and a travel visa. It would probably take months to arrange his trip.
David and I agreed if he actually made it here we'd take him to see the dentist on day #2 and try to keep him here until they were fixed, if that's what he wanted.
After things were stable at the office and our new crew had completed their second mission (without direct supervision) we decided to take a long weekend, four days off (SA, SU, MO, TU), we'd be back to work on Wednesday morning. We advised them there was usually no cell service where we were going.
That weekend we went tent camping at our favorite place, the Three Rivers Campground and Petroglyph Site up in New Mexico along US-54 on the west side of the mountain called Sierra Blanca. The park entrance was poorly marked but it was seventeen miles north of the town of Tularosa.
It's been so long since we last tent camped I had to unpack everything and inspect each item. A few things had to be replaced before we could leave.
I got our stuff packed into his truck for three nights, we had three large coolers packed with food, ice, and adult beverages. We talked about bringing one of the four wheel ATVs but decided not to.
We brought all sorts of comfort stuff and I'll admit we grossly over packed necessities (food, water, ice, wine). We could do all this stuff at home and have a nice pool to enjoy too, but Three Rivers was an actual pine forest, people from the desert always craved places with black dirt and trees to escape into briefly. Our back yard has lots of shade but no trees or fresh mountain air.
We got there Saturday afternoon at 3:05pm. The spot we've always used was occupied by a young couple tent camping out of their car, so we took the next spot over which was a little further from the pools, which was actually just a creek running ice cold crystal clear spring water. We've swallowed water right out of this creek before, used it for coffee or drinking as-is, unfiltered, its spring water and not far from the spring, maybe 150 feet uphill. It actually came out of the ground in several spots but the biggest one wasn't too far uphill.
That one spot was the best because it's near the two pools in the creek, it's also where the water noise was the loudest, and had the least amount of shade in the afternoon. I think it would be safe to say that the pools were the main attraction at this little campground. Downstream from the pools the water was just a shallow creek in the woods, it lost all its appeal. But the big cold crystal clear pools really attracted people despite being bone chilling cold.
When you drove from El Paso to Three Rivers it was desert the entire way. When you turned off Route 54 it was a gentle uphill climb all the way to the park, because the highway was very close to the bottom of the mountain. At first you drove across some grazing land with cattle crossings and wire fences. The road was unpaved but it got graded once a year. The higher you drove the narrower it got. Once you drove past the turn off to see the Petroglyphs it got narrow enough for just one vehicle at a time as it wound higher up the hill and eventually into a small but thick pine forest that grew along the creeks.
We'd cranked down the windows and enjoyed the naturally cooler and fresh air. Three Rivers was a tiny place, maybe six tent sites along the fast moving creek, usually only about five feet wide and two to three feet deep. Over the years boulders eroded out of the mountain and rolled down hill and got stuck in the trees so the entire place was littered by boulders that ranged in size from a microwave oven to a one car garage!
The creek had pools that looked man-made, ringed by boulders. The water was icy but safe to drink. We've seen people come here with empty milk jugs to fill and take home. It tasted better than tap water in El Paso. I should check it with a microscope some day!
And the area of trees wasn't very big, the woods occupied an area about the size of three football fields, end to end. The one main creek ran cold clear water most of the year and when it got near the end of the trees the water vanished back underground. As we've seen in the past this could be a dangerous place to be during a heavy rain due to rock slides and sudden severe flash flooding. During dry years the creek sometimes vanished and looked like ugly piles of boulders in the trees. The best time to go there was during a wet spring after a winter with heavy snowfall on the mountain.
We set up our tent and cooking gear and pretended to ignore the other campers. They had a nice dome tent, ice chest, chairs, their fire was smoldering. You're not supposed to gather firewood on the ground here but there is so much downed wood it only lessened the risk of wild fires by cleaning the ground of fuel, rotting dead tree limbs. We could tell by looking at the trees this forest had wildfires in the past. I think the state didn't want idiots cutting down trees for firewood.
We got our bed set up and our lanterns and lit a small campfire, then David took off his shirt and walked over to the other campsite and introduced himself.
"Hi! Name's David, that other guy is Ryan, he's my husband. We're from El Paso. How long have you two been here?" He asked the young man seated on an old style lawn chair beside his girl friend.
"Hi, I'm Richard, this is Ann. We're from Albuquerque. Her parents said we should check out this place. We got here two days ago, not sure when we're leaving. What about you?" He said and she smiled and nodded yes.
He shook her hand, "I'm David, that's Ryan over there trying to start a campfire." He gestured towards our tent.
"I'm Ann, nice to meet you."
"Okay, well we're neighbors for a little while, just thought I'd drop by and say hi, I'll let you get back to your conversation." David replied.
"Nice to meet you!" Then she gestured at her boyfriend and said, "Richard is in paramedic school, if you need first aid he'd be glad to help, he needs the practice." She said beaming with pride. Richard got to his feet and waved slightly as David walked back.
I watched David walk back to our site, which was about eighty feet from theirs through a line of trees and several large boulders.
I watched Richard watch David from behind as he came back to our campsite. 'Huh.' I thought to myself. 'I wonder why he's so interested.'
I watched him walk back, something I've noticed about his belly button before was how much it changed with each stride of his legs, it almost looked like it was blinking. I wondered why he took his shirt off before he went next door, I'd guess he was showing off his body and maybe flirting a little. Maybe it just happened and he never thought about it.
He was still very tan from the time he spent in the back yard during the pool construction.
When he got back I opened a box of wine and we poured glasses of Merlot and sliced some smoked cheddar cheese. I made us snacks of crackers with slices of jalapeno, Queso Fresco cheese, salsa, and crushed red pepper on baked tortilla chips. We heated them in our iron (three legged) Dutch oven hung over the campfire. By the time we finished snacking we'd both had about five glasses of wine with ice and were pretty buzzed. So we went in search of more firewood.
We dragged over several large limbs and used the tiny gasoline chainsaw to cut them for the fire ring. The campsites here had large sandy areas for the tent, a picnic table, a fire ring, and a steel charcoal stove on a pole. We also had a propane tank camp stove too that had its own stand and wind barrier.
By the time sunset arrived we were both sweaty and hot, I took off my shirt and we both got changed into shorts (out in the open) and used the bug spray. I sort of got the vibe he was in the mood.
By the time the sun set behind the mountains to the west we had a decent pile of campfire wood ready to use, more than enough for our three nights here. David said he'd like to offer some to the neighbors, they were burning wood too and he didn't see a pile. He was drunk so he took off with an arm full of wood, through the trees, wearing just his skimpy gym shorts and walked next door with a gift of wood. I could see glimmers of light from their fire through the trees but they were difficult to see in the dark.
He came back smiling about ten minutes later and said they invited us over to 'smok'em peace pipe.' He said he declined the invite but thanked them for the generosity, then he went on to explain how they looked.
"Like us they're both thinly dressed. She has nice round boobs and a very nice round body, she looks very pink and fertile, like she's ready to squeak out a litter of pups, young, healthy, and ready to be a mom. He's kind of rounded and overweight, he has a belly and a very nice rounded shape too." Then David pointed at my body and said that guy over there looked like me if I put on thirty five pounds. He said his tits were shaped like mine but way bigger.
I patted the chair beside me to get him to sit down because he was drunk, staggering a little, and talking too loud. I noticed as he moved around our campsite that with almost every step I could see the outline of his dick and even the head pressed against the fabric of his shorts. He was probably unaware he was half hard when he carried wood to the neighbors.
I went to the cooler and got out two bottles of water and told him to drink his, when I got back I got on my knees on the soft sand between his feet and reached up his shorts and pulled out his dick and fed myself. David sipped his water then relaxed and leaned his head back and closed his eyes, ain't much nicer than being sucked to an orgasm by someone that knew every inch of your dick, and exactly how to work it. David told me many times over the years that I gave the best oral sex he's ever had, which I took as a high compliment. I could tell by watching him that my work was super intense for him.
When my jaw muscles needed a break I licked out his belly button and licked his large flat nipples. If he was warm and relaxed his flat red nipples were as big around as a five ounce Dixie bathroom cup, so they were great to lick and suck on, or kiss and slide my lips across.
As far as I knew David never wanked without telling me. So I felt he was about four days since his last orgasm, so he should have been ready to produce several loads for me, and a constant supply of pre-come. In all honesty, whenever we planned camping trips it was implied that multiple orgasms would be on the calendar every day. We always tried to not come for a few days prior to any camping trip. For us, 'camping' was a code word that really meant 'Semen Holiday.'
When he got drunk David was prone to telling me that coming in my mouth was sometimes like a medical necessity for him. His semi-erection this entire evening was my warning that I needed to be prepared for some big loads.
On my knees between his thighs I sort of melted against him and nursed on his boner for almost half an hour. Then he asked me for a break so we walked together into the woods and peed on trees then inside the tent for some serious BoyXBoy action.
That time I worked him by hand, finger and thumb formed a ring and slid it gently up and down across the rim of his head, rubbing his piss slit against my palm knuckles. It really tortured him and he moaned and tightened his muscles because his body needed to come badly. He said it was like an energy field filled his body that came to a point at the head of his dick, he told me he needed to come badly. I teased his dick a little longer but I could see it was very swelled and bright red, extremely stiff and ready to shoot or burst like a water balloon. His pleasure was so strong he was nearly in tears begging me to let him come.
When it happened it spurt everywhere in our tent, almost four feet. I got my mouth on it to catch the remainder, my lips formed a seal just below the rim of his head as his dick and balls twitched with contractions before each spurt.
It looked weird but very thick gray semen started to ooze out of his dick, over my thumb and down the side long before he said his orgasm had started (which is further proof that the pull out early method of birth control is unreliable). He never felt that early semen.
He felt so relieved and pleasured after he came he rolled on top of me and we kissed for about ten minutes with tremendous passion. That one shot of semen smeared on both of us. He was whimpering with pleasure and had tears on his face.
I licked the drops off his flesh then we made out again. I loved making out with him when we had semen smeared on our faces. That really turned me on.
When David kissed seconds after an orgasm ended his passion level was really high, he really used his tongue more and smeared his lips all over trying to demonstrate how happy and in love he was at that moment. It's almost like having a large dog kiss you.
Then he begged me to suck his dick again, he never lost his boner and needed to come again. Sure enough he was still rock hard and bright red, so I worked him again, by hand and mouth. When it got dry I put it back in my mouth, then once he was fully slick again I teased the head again by hand. Nice and slow, firm but gentle, small movements on the exact right spot.
David pounded the floor with his fists as I wanked him. This time he started to ooze thick white semen like toothpaste from his dick. I slurped it off when it got halfway down the shaft. He shot out one rope that went from his pubes across his stomach and chest and ended at his shoulder, then he oozed more and more that ran down the side of his dick.
I held it vertical and watched his nuts twitch as more and more semen came out of him. Most of it went in my mouth, followed by swallows of wine. Then I licked it off his flesh all the way to his shoulder. David was on his back with his arms up, his hands above his head, his eyes closed, he panted like he just ran a 100 yard dash.
While he panted I scooted up higher and licked his left tit and gently dragged my lips across his tit and kissed it. The red flesh of his nips was super soft. I've never felt anything in nature that was as soft and inviting as his nipple flesh.
"You feel better now hon?" I asked, but there was no reply, he was already asleep. I took the last swigs of my wine glass and set it aside, turned off the light, and wiggled beside him and set my head on his belly and went to sleep using his stomach as a pillow (we did that often).
Day #2 at Three Rivers Campground.
Birds gossiping in the trees woke both of us. I loved waking up at the base of Sierra Blanca, the enormous mountain was totally indifferent to our presence, we slept by her ankles. Three Rivers was very peaceful and during the delayed arrival of morning a man had time to think about his mistakes. Waking up at Three Rivers was like the alarm going off at 6am but you didn't have to get out of bed until 9:30 when the sun's first rays peaked over the mountain and told all living creatures it was time to start the day. I loved Three Rivers because I always felt safe beside her cold flowing waters. There was something healing about the sound of a rapidly flowing creek that centered man's soul. Some day we should bring gear here to record the sound.
The other mountain range visible from here was about twenty miles west, across the desert. That mountain range was the same one in the background in the films of the people assembling the first A-bomb for the Trinity test in July '45. The actual explosion was 45 miles northwest of this campground. That morning it got bright enough here to take a picture outside without a flashbulb. I'd imagine the entire area got pelted with radioactive dust. Maybe that's why nobody lived around here.
We both woke up but stayed on our two-man sleeping bag. I rolled on my side and looked at the side of my husband's face and admired his profile. I set my hand on his chest as it moved with each breath. I watched his left tit rise and fall with each breath. Prior to my awakening his beauty was wasted inside our tent, with no creatures there to watch him breathe. He was very beautiful. I loved David and his body too, he was such a blessing, I was truly fortunate to have married him. Quiet times like this reminded me of all our blessings, some earned, some bestowed.
I got set-up to cook breakfast using the underside of the lid of the Dutch oven as a griddle. While I got the fire going to make red hot coals David started coffee water heating then walked into the trees with a roll of toilet paper and the little shovel, which was something neither of us liked about camping here for but that's how primitive camping worked. We had a camp toilet at home, but that only delayed the problem. Squatting and leaning against a tree then digging a hole eliminated camping toilet hassles. Having to dig a hole and poop during a rain storm was the worst camping situation known to modern man! I bet the people that crossed the plains on horseback with covered wagons would disagree with my statement!
We had toasted muffins, scrambled eggs, sausage patties, and lots of drip coffee. After breakfast we started to hear the neighbors, the young couple sounded like they were frolicking in the big pool ringed by boulders in the creek. That water was always super cold because it's not far from the spring, where the water first emerged from the ground.
During breakfast David asked what a crumpet was. "The short answer is a Crumpet is a thick pancake type thing that looks a lot like a muffin."
I cooked a good breakfast and we mostly ate in silence listening to the sounds of nature and voices in the pool.
I put our eating gear in the dish tub and we grabbed our towels and changed into our loose shorts and walked with the bucket and towels to the largest pool to take bucket showers. When we emerged from the trees David turned to look at me, he looked furious. She was sitting on a boulder beside the pool (naked) with her legs spread wide towards him, but he was standing in the lower pool with a bar of soap in hand washing himself and spreading a soapy film all over that pool (which was about six feet deep in the middle, about fifteen feet across, but mostly around 3-4 feet deep with a sandy/rocky bottom, ringed by large granite boulders and big rocks).
We walked up beside the water and watched him soap his hair and arm pits, then his arms and front side. That's when I noticed she moved her legs together and bent her knees up to hide her breasts.
"You know that soap really ruins the water in the pool for everyone else, not to mention all the animals that drink from it now have to drink your soap."
"Dude, its biodegradable camp soap!" He yelled back.
"Biodegradable when? An hour, a week, two years from now?" David shouted back and handed me the bucket and his towel and our bottle of liquid soap. Now, he had nothing in his hands, but I think that was lost on the kid in the pool.
"Chill out dude, nobody's gonna die from the bubbles."
"You know this is the only clean drinkable spring water within thirty miles of here and you're ruining it for everyone by bathing in the water tank." David spoke back sounding like he was getting pissed off. The guy dropped down to rinse the soap out of his hair, she was still sitting on the rounded boulder beside the water pool. She called his name once softly but he ignored her.
The guy popped to the surface and David told him, "The correct way to wash here is with a bucket." He grabbed it from me and waved it in the air like Show and Tell. "Then dump water over yourself far enough from the creek so your soap doesn't spoil the water. You know people come here with empty milk jugs and bring this water home to drink, its better than city water down in El Paso, or at least it was." He said forcibly loud.
The guy raised his foot and rubbed the soap bar all over his foot and lower leg, David dropped the bucket and walked over to the pool. 'Holy fuck, here we go again.' I thought to myself.
He walked down into the water, I saw his fists were clenched and he was visibly very mad. The kid stood up and seemed to brace for a donnybrook, but David walked up very close to him and spoke softly. We both watched them but couldn't hear anything they said. It surprised me as close as he got to the kid that he didn't back up a little.
David pointed downstream and upstream as he talked to the young man who stood there shivering in the ice cold water, now with his arms folded tightly across his chest. I saw his head move so I could tell he was giving the kid a short lecture that went on for about two minutes. Suddenly David stepped aside slightly and the kid gently tossed the soap bar to his girl friend, he dropped under water again as David turned around and walked out with his eyes focused on underwater rocks so he could walk out of the pool without slipping and crashing on his face. The rocks underwater were as slick as a slip-n-slide.
After a few seconds the kid got out of the water, David tossed him the bucket and told him to leave it on the boulder when they were done. Then in a rather subdued voice he mumbled to the kid, they were about forty feet away, "Don't do it again." The kid mumbled back, "Sorry." And we walked back to the camp site. She never said a thing.
"We can do ours when they're done."
"Once again I gotta say, I liked the way you handled that. You really are Mister Restraint."
"I wish that was always true, but thanks anyway." He replied. We got back by the tent and fed the fire to keep it going during the day. He mumbled to me that the kid came very close, but chose wisely.
"What did you say to him?" I asked.
"You've seen it on TV, the African savannah. The only water supply for a village of mud huts is the well, to us it looks like a hole in the ground. People lower buckets on a rope and that's all there is for fifty miles in every direction. This creek is the same thing, it's the only water. You wouldn't go to Kenya, climb down into their well and take a bath, don't do it here. Okay?"
"That's what you told him?"
"Well, basically, yes. But I said it quietly, that forced him to listen carefully."
'Is that all?" I asked.
"No, I got really close, invaded his personal space. I think he expected me to hit him, so he was scared. I took advantage of that to turn it into a teaching moment."
"Interesting." I offered as my follow-up comment, then added: "Thanks for handling it that way."
"Well don't thank me, his willingness to ... let's just say I think he knew I was ready. This would not be a good location to suddenly need an urgent care."
We sat on the chairs and softly played the radio and chilled out. About fifteen minutes later the kid emerged from the trees (wearing shorts) with our bucket and said thanks for letting them use it, he said their soap bar was in the bucket, just leave it on one of the boulders. We waved and watched him disappear back in the trees. David watched him closely. I think he liked his body. I liked it, his tits would be great to suck on the way they puffed out might satisfy my inner cow. I hoped for his sake that she did that for him.
While we lounged around I got to thinking about how much David changed over the years. When we first met in college he was meek and a bit shy but after seal school he was no longer hesitant to stand up to almost anyone. But he never acted that way towards me. I think I remained the same after seal school.
We grabbed our towels and stuff and walked back by the creek and stripped naked and took bucket showers, in full view of their campsite. We noticed both of them were naked and their shorts were hung on a clothes line between the trees. All the times we've camped here we always noticed that nudity here seemed to be common. We both enjoyed watching naked people, men and women.
After our baths we went back to our site and I got David to lie down on a beach towel so I could pleasure myself with his body, that took about 50 minutes and ended with him coming inside me and I came on his stomach and chest.
I loved to do that: David on his back, me on his hips, his boner inside me. Then I rode up and down until he came, then he stroked me until I came on his front side. That position gave me a great view of his facial expressions as he orgasmed. He made the cutest faces when he came, sometimes he looked like he was in agony, like last night when he cried.
David acted like he's all tough and manly around people but when it came to skin-time and his dick was involved he really turned into an emotional little boy, easily upset and quick to cry real tears.
Our kissing time after sex was when we used our bodies to communicate how we felt during sex and how much we loved each other. Some people cannot say 'I love you,' with their mouth, but both of us could and that oral time after coming was done to make sure we both expressed our love. I don't think either of us could fake it.
There's so many trees here you really never got a lot of direct sunshine but it still got plenty hot because we're near a huge sandy desert. The Petroglyph site was about seven miles to the southwest. It used to be on private property and didn't become part of this park until the 1990s. White Sands National Monument was about 30 miles south of here, that's also easily visible from outer space. My advice about WSNM is: never, I repeat, never go there without sun glasses and sun screen. Bring extras if you can!
After he lost his erection and slipped from me I used my cell to take about 150 photos of his body, up close, like macro photography. I took nearly 50 shots of the slimy head of his dick with a partial drop of silvery gray semen stuck in the hole. The diffuse sunlight was just perfect that morning and I was totally in my own little world worshipping his body.
I also stuck things into his belly button and photographed them too. I also used a razor to shave all the hairs off above and below his belly button with carefully placed stones around it and inside it to make it look like ruins from 400 year old Indian dwellings. He just laid there with his eyes closed and let me do my thing. I think he really liked being the center of my sexual and artistic world, I think he secretly liked it when I worshipped his body.
We'd done that at home in the past where we'd spend an entire day focused on his dick (David's Dick Day) and it was never allowed to be put away unless we had unexpected company.
Later in the afternoon David walked to the other campsite to invite them to eat dinner with us, burgers, fries, and lots of chilled wine. When he came back he said they were still naked, lounging in the sun, all happy and sweaty. He said they accepted the invite. He told them 5pm, clothing optional, BYO ganja! Then he mentioned that she had her legs spread again, must be in need of the hot beef injection. We both chuckled because we both liked it too! Then I told him maybe she just liked showing it to him.
One hour before meal time I built up the fire to make a large bed of glowing coals. After I had enough coals to cook burgers I set the Dutch oven upside down beside the fire ring, legs up. I carefully picked nice size glowing hot coals to place on the bottom, now the top of the oven. After the bottom was covered with coals I set the lid on the feet, flat side up. This surface formed the griddle. I'd already cleaned and re-oiled it but I wiped it several times with oil soaked paper towels. Once the griddle was hot enough to sizzle water drops (20 minutes) it was ready to grille burgers, but our neighbors had already arrived in their black fishnet swingers outfits.
I hand opened the bag of grass fed burger patties, David got out the fries and started slicing onions and tomatoes. When they arrived they realized they needed chairs so he trotted back to grab their lawn chairs. I put fries and burgers on the griddle, buns to the side to get lightly toasted. We also had Ken's Thousand Island dressing, and Dijon mustard. They offered to help but everything was done. Both of them wore black fishnet mesh clothing so we could see their entire bodies but there was some cover, they were both shaved smooth like us, but we kept our shorts on. I was tempted to strip but never got around to it because I was busy flipping fries.
David poured wine while I flipped the patties, then took the buns off and set them on a paper plate on the table. Slowly things came together and it was time to chow down, so we all ate burgers, fries, and wine and had a great meal with the two young strangers (Richard and Ann) from Albuquerque. We cooked enough for second helpings for everyone. Our only cheat was using store bought frozen French fries, the ingredients list for simple frozen fries was surprisingly long.
During our meal we discussed fast food French fries. Most people were unaware there was only one potato crop a year in the USA, fries you ate in the spring and summer were last year's crop, almost a year old! They sat in climate controlled warehouses in gigantic piles. Same thing was true with apples and lots of different grocery store produce. I told them I refused to eat wax coated plants, especially shiny apples in the store. There is no such thing as a shiny apple, on the tree they are all a dull matte finish. The shine is from a coating of wax. Ann said she didn't care but she thought the overall quality of apples was pretty poor. I told her they sucked because they were probably over half a year old by the time they got to the store. I told her the best thing she can do is never buy shiny apples.
While he talked about growing pot on their apartment balcony I stared at his upper body through the mesh shirt that sort of snagged on the tips of his nips, like they would on mine too but not on David because they were flat.
His were oval and puffy like mine but much larger. His body was similar to mine too but more flab. Nice inny belly button, a perfect round hole, his dick looked thick, but it was hard to see. I didn't want to stare at it but it was clearly on display on top of his nut sack, like her body and her shaved girl parts. It was almost odd watching them in their mesh clothes. I wondered if they were exhibitionists or swingers, but they looked rather young to be either. Their clothes really made me horny. His tits were way more enticing than hers, and her nips really poked out through the mesh. Hers looked like she never breast fed an infant or had a full term pregnancy.
After dinner our plates and paper towels went into the campfire and we sat around and talked while the wine slowly disappeared and everyone was getting drunk. They took turns going into the woods to pee, we went together.
She said she'd never seen a Dutch oven used upside down before. I explained how only certain brands could be used like a griddle, the inside of the lid had to be flat. I said it was actually a design that went back hundreds of years. Just one iron pot could be used as almost every basic cooking appliance, that's because the design came from an era when the household fireplace was the kitchen.
Eventually the topic turned to us, we admitted we were married and they admitted to being best friends since middle school and sort of played around with being naturalists. David bluntly asked if walking around in see-through clothes was a come-on or a tease and they said neither, they were just enjoying the air and having fun. After a short time she admitted to having a girl friend in high school for a couple years. I admitted that their clothes were very erotic. That comment made them look uncomfortable. I really wanted to see his dick, maybe even hold it in my hand but I guess they weren't into that, what a wasted opportunity.
I had a hard time not staring at his juicy fat tits the entire time, but I guess they were off limits too, also a waste. They finally left after thanking us profusely for dinner and a great conversation. They left on the main trail holding hands around 9pm, I think we both watched his pale buttocks wiggle as they disappeared (with their camp chairs) into the darkness. They should have come over with a flashlight because it got super dark out here, several miles from the nearest streetlight and any electricity.
Her body was nice but rather ordinary, small hole for a belly button, B-cup breasts, shaved, neither of them had any tats or piercings except for tiny earrings. I hoped for his sake that she sucked and swallowed too. If not, he had no idea what he was missing. I would have demonstrated if he'd asked and my husband gave me the go-ahead.
A few moments after they left I put the rest of the cooking stuff away then went to David sitting drunk in his camp chair. I got on my knees and reached down his shorts and pulled it out and fed on him. During breaks I rubbed it all over my face and pushed my face into his nuts and inhaled deeply. With my elbows on his thighs I jerked him off and we talked about stuff while he tried to speak as his body was wracked with intense waves of pleasure. He spurt up in the air and came all over his stomach, chest, thighs, and my head, hand, arms, and face. We both used fingers to clean up his gravy, I licked a few off with my tongue. After that we went to bed and he blew me and swallowed it.
Day #3 at Three Rivers Campground
The next morning all was quiet except for the sounds of Mother Nature, our neighbors were gone so we went for a dip in the cold water of the big pool in the creek, it was best to jump in so we jumped off the large bounder. You gotta hit the deep spots or you'll land on a granite boulder and die.
This creek had three natural pools but only one was big enough for swimming, the creek water ran all year but slowed way down in the late summer unless they got a lot of rain. The boulders looked somewhat re-arranged by man to form pools and waterfalls from pool to pool but the water never fell more than a few feet. But it was a beautiful place that looked totally different from all the surrounding desert lands. I suppose this creek might have been engineered by the CCC ninety years ago.
One time years ago we hiked up parallel to the creek and found the spot where it came out of the ground, a natural spring. My best estimate was this spring flowed about ten gallons a minute in the spring but slowed and even vanished during the summer and fall.
With the nearby Indian rock carvings it was obvious this place had fed and sheltered a lot of people over hundreds (maybe thousands) of years. Since it was downwind from the Trinity Site, we both wondered what it would show if we brought a Geiger counter here one day just for fun.
After we were done in the pool I got him to lay on the boulder so I could extract another load from him, naked and hard for all of nature to see around us. Then we got dressed and went back to our site. We discussed moving our tent to the other site but decided to stay since the shade was better at our site even though it was three times as far from the pool.
We both lay out in the sun for a couple hours, then I made lunch and we cut up a small watermelon. Our ice was almost gone and David said he'd drive to Tularosa. We'd planned on three nights here so I said okay, and we took stuff out of the truck and he left for town with two empty ice chests. From the campsite to the closest gas station was around 23 miles each way, but David liked driving (a lot). While he was gone I sat in the shade and read some stories I downloaded (copy and pasted) off Nifty.org and gently played with my half hard dick.
David got back about seventy minutes later with both ice chests full to the top, a cold case of beer (under the ice), a bag of potato chips, and some skin lotion. He announced he was hungry and horny! Then he added that the stretch of Route 54 from Tularosa to Three Rivers was one boring stretch of highway, he couldn't even find anything on the radio worth listening to except on the AM radio, and cellular coverage was spotty at best out here so far from civilization. We usually got no signal up here in the trees.
For lunch I cooked the remaining burgers while he prepped the condiments and we both ate two burgers with onion, tomato, lettuce, and pickle slices on the side. We used up the fries yesterday on Richard and Ann from Albuquerque but we still had catsup.
After lunch and clean-up we drove down to the Petroglyph site and hiked back to the rocks and took photos. There were a lot of carvings on rocks but it's not a huge collection and they looked mostly the same as every other Indian Petroglyph site we've seen, like the site beside the Colorado River south of Glenn Canyon Dam, its mostly carvings of animals, stars, and Indian leaders or spirits. David asked why modern Indian art never looked like their stone carvings.
I told him because they're not really a nomadic hunter society any more, like the rest of us they just go to the grocery store. I asked him if he ever saw ancient native art near where his grandmother lived and he said no, none around the Gulf of Mexico that he ever knew of, but it's possible.
After we got back to our site I stripped to my shorts, he took off his shirt but kept his jeans on. He put some of our stuff in the back of his truck, like the propane stove and stand since we'd only used the Dutch oven and the campfire this trip. I watched him work and noticed I could see the outline of his dick hanging a little down one leg of his jeans. I reached down and adjusted mine so it was slightly hanging out the leg of my shorts, so it was visible from the right position.
David turned on the AM country station from Las Cruces and left the passenger door open while he packed and carried stuff to the truck bed. When he was done he sat on the passenger seat with his legs spread trying to peel open all the different tools on his multi folding tool and knife. My camp chair faced him so I sat there and admired his body and his big round red tits, which were about 80% as big as the young lady that was here last night.
David eventually looked at me, up and down and laughed. I guess I had a string of pre-come that reached the ground hanging off my dick!
"Holy shit Ry, you'd gonna get dehydrated!" He chuckled at my big pre-come string, then he looked down and realized he had his shirt off and knew right away why I was turned on.
Without further discussion he went to the clothes line and got our biggest beach towel and laid it out on the sand and pulled off his sandals and then he turned to face me and slowly rubbed his stomach and chest then unbuttoned his jeans. After they were off and carefully folded he dropped them inside our tent and reached in for the small bottle of lotion and squeezed out a few drops and reached behind and lubed himself.
Within a few seconds he was on his hands and knees on the towel and I was naked behind him sliding up and down between his cheeks feeling for the entrance. He moaned every time I pushed forward until I came and collapsed on his back. My face was pressed into the hair on the back of his skull where I inhaled his scent. It took a long time to lose my bone and fall from him.
Next, he got me on my back, knees to my chest, and he pounded me hard but pulled out and came on my stomach. After that he got on bottom and I licked his tits and kissed him and cuddled for an hour. After we were both satisfied we took a two hour nap.
After nap time we took a bucket shower near the pool and tried to get very clean. I could still see remnants of soap residue along the edge of the water where it met the sand.
He asked, "You really wanted him didn't you?"
I laughed then admitted that I liked his rounded body. I've seen guys like that before that are totally out of shape and maybe not the smartest guys but they really just dripped with sex appeal, probably unaware of it too. Then I told him there's a lot of guys built just like him around the world, in all races and all classes. What a waste. "How many guys looked just like him that felt nobody would ever want their flabby pale bodies and how embarrassed they were about their girl size nips that everyone stared at like a third arm or a missing finger."
We talked about guys for a while and I told him I felt that some of the hottest male bodies, just like Richard's were from Mexico and Central America, there's a lot of them in Columbia and Venezuela too, nice round hairless bodies, perfect belly button holes, beautiful puffy nipples bigger around than a hen's egg."
David admitted he liked looking at naked young men from Japan and sometimes from Eastern European countries too. Then he added that there was a lot of Oriental type DNA in the Russian gene pool too, especially the further east you went inside Russia. The closer you got to the Pacific Ocean the less hairy Russian men looked because of thousands of years of interbreeding between Caucasians and yak herders from Mongolia.
After our dinner of chili with beans and lots of spices we cleaned up and drank a bunch of beers and had a few hours of great drunk conversation. We grab-assed a lot too, we punched and titty twisted each other several times as the alcohol level increased. I sat on my chair with my legs spread wide while he blew me and I drank two beers. I sat perfectly still and watched my dick muscles twitch as I came into his mouth, then he chased it with a beer shot. An hour later he stood between my legs and jerked off and came on my stomach.
After a trip to the trees to pee a gallon of used beer we went to bed.
Day #4 in Three Rivers Campground.
That morning after cleaning up our bodies and all the empty beer cans we packed up and drove home. It's a long and boring drive for most of the trip, there are a few small towns to drive through (Tularosa, Alamogordo, and Orogrande) but it's mostly weeds and sand. The desert towns had grown a lot since we moved here from near Houston over a decade ago. Lots of growth was caused by Holloman Air Force Base and White Sands Missile Range. Actually this entire region was nothing but military bases, one after another after another. Few people know that about New Mexico.
A lot of older GIs that served here liked the climate so much after retirement they bought a place here and stayed in the desert. That caused a lot of housing tracts to pop-up out in the desert.
Not too far from Three Rivers was another tourist attraction, a huge lava flow field to hike around and explore. It's clearly visible on G-Maps as a huge black smear in south central New Mexico. The park entrance (Valley of Fires Recreation Area) was near the tiny town of Carrizozo on Route 54. That town used to be just an intersection with a gas station, a bar, and a few mobile homes. Lots of retired folks moved to that area to live in solitude in the desert on a few acres of weeds and sand. It was also the primary fallout zone on July 16, 1945.
We stopped at a Waffle House in Alamogordo for breakfast. We both had coffee, steak and eggs, toast, and one plain waffle each.
Next came the long boring drive across the desert back to the state line at Newman, Texas and a little further south into Northeast El Paso. On the drive home he called our office to check if anything happened, they said it had been quiet while we were gone.
Back at home we unpacked and cleaned our gear and stored it on the shelving in the basement. It took two hours to clean and put everything away.
I hand cleaned the Dutch oven in the kitchen sink then oil rubbed it and re-seasoned it in the oven that night. One hour at 375 degrees, then let it cool naturally. It was stored with the rest of our gear on wooden shelving in the basement.
That afternoon I told David how much I loved him and held me tightly as we stood in the kitchen barely swaying side to side. With my head leaned down on his shoulder (and my arms around his back) I looked at the place on the kitchen counter where our alert receiver sat for years, being in management was much nicer, but it came with liabilities we never had when the kitty case lived at our house along with the machine guns and the batsuits.
We stood there holding each other in our shorts for a while and swayed around a little and sort of hummed as we held each other, our flesh pressed together. I told him a few times how much I loved him and he said he loved me too, then as a joke he held out his arms and said 'this much.' We both laughed. I asked him if he loved me more than air and he said no, then we chuckled again.
Next, we were in the shower doing the same thing, holding tightly trying to send love vibes into each other so we heard it and felt it too. I hoped the rest of our lives were as nice as the past four days.
The End
Boris B. Chen
Yuma, Arizona.
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BTW, there really is a Three Rivers Campground and the surrounding area is exactly as described, I've been there several times. You can almost see it on google maps, the creek looks dry but you can see the boulders and empty pools. The southwestern drought dried out Three Rivers and the Rio Grande too.