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This is a little one shot hiking story I've decided to finish. I hope you enjoy it. And as always, your feedback is welcome.
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The Amazing Dusty Author: Austyn Layne
I've never really thought of Dusty as a potential lover. As long as I've known him he's only dug chicks. In fact he was engaged and never ever hinted about dealings with the same sex EVER. And when it came to me it was 'what ever you do in your bed is your own thing just don't swing it towards me.' Of course there was a slight attraction on my end, but that's all it was. As far as I was concerned, the strapping man with four days of beard growth was forbidden fruit.
A little description of Dusty before I get into this tale a little deeper. He was 25, 5'10 with a slight muscular build, he had a head full of long wavy brown hair that was shaved at the sides, and always had a case of 5 o'clock shadow. Dusty was just one big slab of Midwestern man meat. He was HOT, and I doubt his bed was ever cold for long.
Well, We were on the third day of our five day hiking trip through the mountainous backcountry of Montana. A sort of farewell to freedom trip - so to speak.
It was late August and pleasant out, a good time to take in the sights of this 'God's country' called Montana. We decided to clear out some brush and take a beather. Dusty breaks out some food from his rucksack, and we began to talk.
"So man, how you like it out here so far?" Dusty asked as he took a bite from his energy bar.
"It's beautiful out here. I just hope we don't run into bears. Or the guys from Deliverance. haha!" I said as I took a swig from my water bottle.
Dusty looks around at his surroundings as he runs his fingers threw his hair."Yeah, I don't think you have to worry about that. It's pretty much just us and the mountains. This is some beautiful scenery out here."
I agree with him as he moves off towards the bushes. "It sure is, Idaho is nice but Montana is beautiful."
"Dude, I gotta take a leak. Hold up a minute."
Dusty went to the bush and unzipped his camouflage pants, and pulled out his what looked to be 5 inch soft cut cock from the fly of his black Hanes boxer briefs. I tried not to stare, but how could I not? He was six feet away from me, and all I had to do was turn my head a bit and it was right there. Do you blame me?
"Damn! I can't believe I'm hookin' on the old ball and chain this November man. You know what the worst thing is? Hold on." Dusty groaned as he shook the piss from his fat cock.
What could it be? I thought to myself. I could only think of things like, money, giving up his jeep for a more family friendly car or turning his 'man cave' into the little lady's 'she shed'. I didn't know.
He sat down and started to tell me about a special talent he had, one his little lady definitely didn't approve of.
"Hey man, you have to swear not to tell another damn soul! You swear dude?"
"Yeah, sure! Just spit it out Dusty!" I couldn't wait to hear this.
"Well, I'm not gay or anything, but I can suck my own cock. Liz hates it. She caught me doing it once and fucking flipped dude! I tried to introduce it to our bedroom activities - but she ain't having one bit of it. I tell you man, it's gonna be to give it up."
Dusty started to blush big time. I could tell it bothered him a bit to tell me; but I just chuckled and said, I didn't believe it.
"No seriously man, I can suck myself off, I've done it since like my teens. Regular jacking really doesn't do it for me. You understand?" He says while pointing at his crotch, while shaking his head.
"Dusty, come on. I've only heard of people like Marylin Manson or Ron Jeremy doing crap like that! That's some Xtube type stuff! Come on, you're shitin' me!"
"I swear, if you tell anyone you're dead! And no I'm not missing ribs either, before you ask." Dusty exclaimed while touching the button of his pants.
I have to admit, I was a bit curious. I really wanted to see him do it. In fact, in the un-kept state we were in, it really wasn't conducive to hot outdoor bromo sex. Three days of unbrushed teeth, no shower and our clothes stunk to high heaven.
"Ok, man I'll show you. Just remember what I said."
"Alright have a ball! This ought to be good." I chuckled.
Dusty undid his camo pants, pulled down his zipper then slipped them down to his tan hiking boots. I couldn't believe how big his nuts were when they hit the leaves. Dusty had some major bull balls.
"Alright Austyn, get ready for a live show. Just don't go queering off or anything. I mean, I don't care what floats your boat. Just don't swing it my way."
"Ok Dusty, I'll try to contain myself." I said as I sort of rolled my eyes.
Seeing Dusty like this I almost couldn't "contain myself" even smelling as sour as he did. I almost wanted to do the job for him, but I'll just be an observer for this one... I thought.
Dusty grabbed his flaccid cock and pointed it towards his mouth as he folded in on himself. Shit! I shouted. As thought to myself, God must have gave with both hands when he made Dusty... life isn't fair sometimes I guess.
Dusty started sucking the fat mushroom head to make his cock harder. Deep down I didn't understand how he couldn't love sucking dick seeing how easily he stuck his in his own mouth.
"Damn dude, get that shit."
His cock grew harder and longer; I would've said he was at 7 inches right then. I got closer for a better look, so close I could smell his hairy ass and un-manscaped crotch full of dark brown bushy pubes.
Damn! he was in the zone. Slobber was running down his thick veined shaft and dripping off his low hanging sac. It took all my willpower not to just reach out and start playing with his nuts like a pair of zen balls.
"Shit! Look at that! Told ya!" Dusty panted out wiping Slobber from his chin.
"Lucky fuck!" I hollered out. While rubbing the chub in my own pants.
He goes back down on himself and begins sucking his pecker with more ferocity. He's not looking, so I unzip myself, stick my hand in my pants and start stroking my hard cock. Dusty's face is beet red and sweaty, his rank becomes more pronounced. God if I could I'd suck him off right now... I'd pull the dick out of his mouth and put it in mine. I thought to myself.
"I knew you couldn't contain yourself! FINE! you can play with my nuts while I suck myself." Dusty huffed out after removing his mouth from his cock once again, after seeing me start to play with myself.
I moved my hand between his thighs, the fire grew as I moved closer to his crotch. I finally grabbed his big hairy bull balls as he sucked and I stroked himself. The feeling of his saliva mixed with pre-cum on my hand was amazing, there was nothing I wanted to do more than lick my fingers clean, and taste his forbidden jizz.
The more he moaned the closer I came to release. It was almost primal. At one point I even extended my middle finger against his dirty moist hole. It didn't seem to bother him. I leaned in closer to him and inhaled his sweaty hair and hot breath as it rose up to my nostrils. I moved my body closer as I jacked myself pointing my cock at his chest.
I couldn't contain myself any more I felt the cum in my nuts about to blow. I lean against him, my nose in his ear while I still playing with his sac. Our breath becoming one.
"Mmmmph!" Dusty grunts as he floods his own mouth with hot cum. I swear, he does look like some sort of Fag Smut gif with all that cum and slobber escaping his talented mouth and oozing down his throbbing shaft.
I look down, as his sperm coats my greedy fingers. He releases his cock from his mouth - exhausted, breath stinking of bbq pork rinds and cum.
I stroke his sensitive cock with his own cum. He still doesn't seem to care. He just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree.
I finally come too, and mix my cum with his and give a few strokes to his soft meat, before finally removing my sperm coated hand.
"Damn! That was good! I've never did that in front of another guy before. Shit. Whoo!" Dusty pants out exhausted as he slides his camo back up.
"I won't speak a word to anyone dude." I said as I got up and walked towards a bush to take a piss.
"Now dude, don't think this is going to be something new between us, one shot deal man. Got it?"
"Yeah man, don't worry, it ain't like I'm going to try to steal you from Liz. I just grabbed some balls it isn't like I fucked your pooper. Chill out. And sorry for leaning into you like that. Don't think too hard about it. It doesn't mean anything Dusty."
"Yeah, I know. I just don't want this to be the talk of Boise...you know?" Dusty mumbled as he took a sip of Gatorade.
"You're not gay. Got it. Now can you just chill man, Shit! You ready to head back out any time soon?"
"Sure, as soon as you're ready."
Little did Dusty know, I was licking our combined cum from my fingers as I was talking to him. Damn he's delicious! I would never tell him this... but I'd hog on him in a heartbeat.
"Oh and Dusty, you know how many men would kill just to do what you just did?" I asked as I took another swig from the water bottle to wash down the cum.
"A hell of alot! You're right, I am one lucky fucker!" Dusty laughs out as the two hike back down the trail.
The rest of the trip was uneventful aside from the gorgeous view. We returned to Idaho two days later, and in november he finally got married. I tried to suck him off at his bachelor party, when we were both stoned and drunk alone in the bathroom, but it was a no go. He didn't even remember - Thank God! We never spoke about the Montana self-suck incident again... but sometimes I do wonder... does Liz let Dusty ever suck himself off? Or has he had to give it up for good? But like the eternal question: "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop?" The world shall never know.
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