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THIS DOCUMENT IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC AND EXPLICIT STORY INVOLVING A HOMOSEXUAL ENCOUNTER. IT IS INTENDED FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF ADULT PERSONS AS DEFINED BY LAW. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE, STOP READING NOW, I WOULD HATE TO BE THE ONE TO CORRUPT YOUR MIND. IN ADDITION, IF YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO FINDS THIS SORT OF WRITING OFFENSIVE I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STOP READING NOW, IF YOU DON'T IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
THIS DOCUMENT IS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED 1993, BY RGK., please feel free to distribute it or share it with your friends...as long as it is not altered and the author is given due credit.
Please feel free to comment or critique, constructively of course. If you like what you read let me know... I have more and will post it if anyone is interested.
The street wound endlessly forward as the thundering of my 68 elcamino began to skip. The heat from the desert sky pounded upon me like a hammer. Sweat pouring from my brow, rolling under my shirt, seeping through to my shorts.
The engine chokes, steam billowing from the hood. This mass of metal that had carried me into the heart of the desert gasped out as if at a point of ecstasy. It jerked forward and the engine seized like a muscle during orgasm. The wheels locked and screamed smoke gushing from them. Spinning hopelessly, screeching in agony, the heap of spent metal stopped suddenly, slamming into the earth. My body lurched forward, my head slamming into the windshield. Black.
I awoke, my body twisted. The smell of sweat and dried blood instantly overpowering my seances. The sun had landed and only the moon shown. Untwisting my body from my once faithful heap of an elcamino I found my shirt ripped, soaked in blood, loosely covering a deep wound in my side which stung from salty perspiration. I reached for a jug behind the mangled seat, slipping the cap off I drank. Water rolled down my chin, gently caressing my chest, my nipples became firm from the sensation. The water found its way to the wound in my side, stinging, bringing me back to grim reality.
There I stood in the midst of a great desert, wounded, without food, and little water. With only the moon to warm it, the night grew colder. I must find some sanctuary to rest my head, I walked slowly toward a group of low hills. I glimpsed a flashing light ahead, then gone, a mystery. My firm chest heaved as I breathed a sigh, thankful for my strong body. My abdomen rippled from the sting at my side. My legs, fatigued, began to cramp. Dropping to my knee I grasped the offending muscle and gently dug with strong hands to relief the pain. Noticing the heat of the sand I gathered it round my body embracing the warmth. I drifted slowly, peacefully to sleep wondering weather I would ever wake.
I awaken, my body stretched lying comfortably upon a soft material. I am covered with a light blanket, woven strangely with an unfamiliar design. Fright is the first sensation, tensing my muscles, again the pain in my side. I am surrounded by walls, no, a cavern; a cave, the mouth opening to the desert some dozen feet away. The smoldering of a fire to my right, the sweet smell of burning wood. Where am I, what benefactor has brought me here?
As if in answer to my question, a smooth but rustic young man surely a native of this desert land, walked slowly through the cave entrance. He paid me no mind, stepping gently over the fire to sit, legs crossed revealing muscles defined like sculpture. A closer look, his face angelic in detail, his firm jaw so perfect as to belong in a museum. The eyes escape me, hiding in the shadows of the cave. His chest moved slightly as he breathed drawing my attention to a most divine picturesc of male flesh, a torso so well defined as to be an example of male humanity. I moved slightly, hoping for a better view, groaning in pain as the wound in my side burned. He stood and moved toward me, I gasped in anticipation of what he might do. I calmed instantly as I noticed a slight smile upon his face. He kneeled at my side, extended his hand to my chest and pushed down so gently as to quell any resistance. I submitted, settling effortlessly upon the softness of the blanket beneath me. I tried to speak, he placed a finger to his lips, as if to say; no need to speak, I know your thoughts. But did he know? He breathed deep, the sun from the cave entrance reflecting off his firm dark chest. I breathed in as he exhaled hoping to share the breath of such a man of beauty.
His long braided hair hung over his shoulder sweeping across his knee as he straightened. He wore only a cloth tied loosely around his waist, and a feather fastened to the end of his braid. He moved to a corner of the cave and produced a small animal skin, pulled a cap from the top and raised it above his head. Water streamed into his mouth as if he commanded it. Lowering the skin he walked to me, kneeling, his arm stretched out with the flask. I took it, tried to lift my head, but the pain from my side made it impossible alone. He noticed my difficulty at once, sliding his hand behind my head and lifting me to a sitting position. From this new angle, I saw through the entrance, the most spectacular sunset in history. The Indian took the water skin, held it to my mouth and squeezed. The water felt cool on my lips as I drank. I let the water fill my mouth and run down my chin. He lowered the flask thinking I was done and looked into my eyes. He reached out a hand and began to trace the path of the water down my chest. I gasped, not expecting his touch, he swiftly withdrew his hand and began to stand. I touched his leg, motioning for more water. He smiled and bent again, handing me the skin. I took it, raised it above my head and let the water run down my hair. He looked amused, then leaned to stop me from wasting water. His lips came only an inch away from mine, I could not resist. I moved forward just slightly, water running down my lips as they touched his. In one swift motion he snatched the water from my hand, laid me flat on my back, and dug his tongue deep into my throat. I wrapped my arms around him drawing his chest to mine. I began to tingle all over as he continued to kiss me with unrelenting passion. Just as I thought I would pass out he slowly withdrew from my mouth and traced the path of the water with his tongue. Stopping at my nipple he sucked so gently I cringed with pleasure. Slowly he slid to the right the blanket that covered me. Just then I realized I was without clothing, the head of my cock glistening with pre-cum in the sunset as it shown through the cave. He slid his body over me, my cock rubbing against his smooth abdomen, and embraced me again with a strong passionate kiss. I rubbed my hands over his silk like back, brought them around his abdomen and slid them into his loin cloth to find a firm thick uncut cock. As I grasped it he dug his tongue deeper into my mouth with approval. I began, with little success, to untie the cloth that hid what surly was a masterpiece. He moved back, releasing hiss kiss and rubbing his tongue down my chest; skillfully avoiding my wound and finding his way to my erect cock. He did not lick it at once, instead he maneuvered down to massage my balls. Opening his mouth wide, he gently encompassed one testicle and slowly rolling it back and forth with his tongue. He slowly began to stroke my cock with his hand, I felt the blood rush from every vein in my body to fill it. He continued with my balls, as he moved his hand up then down my cut cock. I leaned back, forgot about the pain, and breathed deep enjoying his every motion. He gently released my testicle, and began to lick up and down my shaft. Up, down, twisting his head slightly, up then down again, then slowly up steadying it with his hand and ever so gently encompassing the tip, closing his lips firm and sucking in as he slid down, taking my entire cock in his mouth. I began to cum almost instantly, my side burning, intensifying the ecstasy. He carefully maneuvered a finger from his angelic hand between my legs, sliding it under my balls, between my cheeks and finally gently inserting it within me. Grasping my balls with his other hand he squeezed gently, as he dug his finger deeper within me. I moaned in unexplainable pleasure as he massaged left then right, in then out. My throbbing cock deep within his mouth, I thrust my hip, and felt his tongue wrap around my cock as he jabbed his finger yet deeper inside me. I screamed in pure ecstasy as I spent my essence within him, cum rushing from my cock as he continued to suck up then down swallowing every drop of cum that gushed out.
For a moment I lost conciseness, awaking with his strong hands turning me slightly, moving my legs apart and exposing my ass. I felt the cool night air rush around it as he spread my cheeks. Slowly he slid is forefinger in, again with that gentle massage, left then right. He rose to his knees, untying that stubborn cloth with his free hand. It yielded to him in an instant, falling to the floor revealing a cock so divine as to make any man jealous. Slowly he stroked it as he fingered my ass. Moving forward slightly he pulled back his foreskin, withdrew his finger, and plunged his cock deep within me. I moaned as he dug deeper, pulled back just slightly and thrust in deeper yet. He placed his hands firmly at my waist, and begun a smooth, gently but forceful penetrating motion. In quick and deep, slowly out, then in again, deeper every time. I reached down to find my own cock hard again, and stroked it slowly as he fucked me. I began to moan every time he jabbed in, he seemed to like it so he slowed his thrusts inward to prolong my groaning. I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed out "Fuck Me!"... He jabbed hard, sped up his motion as I leaned into him. He grabbed my waist hard and thrust faster and faster. He moaned gently as I felt the warmth of his cum spreading within me, my own cock throbbing again, spewing forth a second time. Upon his final thrust I fell to the floor in a heap of flesh, reminding me of my elcamino lying somewhere out there. He followed my fall, lying atop me squeezing me gently so as not to aggravate my wound. With his help I turned to lie on my back and kiss him with what could only be true love.
A few moments passed, he rose and moved to the corner of the cave producing some twigs and a small log. He placed them skillfully upon the smoldering coals, flame erupting as he blew gently. He gathered a woven blanket from another corner and came to lay at my side. Gently he held me, as I drifted off to sleep, knowing I need not worry, I was home.