The Ruins by Mark ames
I was hiking on a little used trail heading for some ruins that I wanted to explore. It was a beautiful fall day just right for hiking.
I guess the only problem I might have had was that I was alone. It isn't really too smart to hike or explore ruins by one's self.
I'm 20 years old, 5' 10" tall and have a lithe body. I'm basically pretty strong; I just don't carry a lot of muscle mass which is ideal for a hiker. I'm not bad looking which helps me out because I'm also gay.
When I arrive at the ruins I found that I wasn't the only one there I found another tent had been erected. I put up my tent about a half mile away. If the other person was here by themselves they probably didn't want company.
I walked over to the ruins and found the other hiker. He was about 6'4" tall, long and lean, about 25 with a completely shaved head, dressed in Levi's, a white t-shirt, a nylon windbreaker and combat boots. I approached from the rear and when I saw his ass it was something to die for. I felt my cock getting hard.
When he turned around I saw that his jeans were skin tight and the shape of his cock was outlined at his crotch. Suddenly I had this big bulge in my own crotch. I wanted this guy to rip off my clothes and, make me suck his cock and then fuck me hard. What had been the chances of me running across one of my "types" here in the middle of nowhere? If he wasn't a skinhead he was certainly the epitome of one.
But all of the sexual desire didn't surface. We introduced ourselves, passed a few comments and went our separate ways. I looked over my shoulder at him and I saw him looking over his shoulder at me.
A couple of hours later I was walking back to my tent when I saw him sitting on the ruins of some steps. As he saw me see him he spread out his legs and reached down and stroked the long bulge running down the inside of his right leg.
I felt my cock expanding in my pants as I veered off in his direction. Before I reached him he had opened his jeans and pulled out his erect 8 inch cut cock.
I stopped about 5 feet in front of him and licked my lips.
I asked, "Are you trolling for queers?"
He came back with, "If you are queer I guess I am. Do you want to suck my cock?"
I was standing there stroking the bulge my hard-on was making in my jeans so the only appropriate answer was yes.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want to suck your cock."
"You are really excited aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
"Well strip down and come on over here and blow me."
I took off my pants and shorts, got on my knees and let his cock slid down my throat. There wasn't a chance in hell that I could deep throat 8 inches of cock but I took in 4 inches and then worked my lips up and down his cock until he got excited enough to start face fucking me by holding my head steady and flexing his hips so that his cock was driven in and out of my mouth.
"I'm coming," he said after a few exciting minutes and he blew his load in my mouth.
I swallowed his offering and licked his cock clean before I stood up.
I started to jack my cock.
He stopped me with a hand on my arm.
He stared at my cock, licked his lips and said, "Make me suck your cock."
I was startled for a moment in disbelief. If anything I had thought that he would be the dominant guy. But I looked at him and saw him licking his lips, with his mouth half open still staring at my dick.
I stepped over his legs and positioned myself so that my cock was right in front of his mouth and said, "Eat me cocksucker."
"No," he said as his tongue slid between his lips and licked at the pre-cum on the head of my cock.
"OK," I said, turned around and walked away.
"Wait, please," I heard him cry.
I turned around and saw that he was crawling toward me on his knees.
"Please let me have your cock. Make me take it. I can deep throat you, I can take it all. Please face fuck. Rape my mouth, please sir.
He flipped around until he was lying on his back and said, "If you would rather sir, please sit on my face and make me lick your ass."
He started sticking his tongue in and out of his mouth.
God, I thought," this is getting bizarre." His abasement was making me feel like Paul Bunyan.
I walked over and squatted over his face, keeping my ass just out of reach of his tongue.
"Yeah man, come on down, let me have it, please."
I sat a little lower and his tongue licked on my asshole. My asshole wasn't at the end of a deep crevice like a lot of guys. If I squatted down my asshole was right there ready to be serviced. He kicked and slurped and moaned and groaned as he enjoyed eating my ass.
After a while I had to stand up to prevent my legs from cramping. He quickly got to his knees and knelt in front of me.
"Give it to me man. Fuck my mouth. Make me suck your dick."
I had been stroking my cock while he had been licking my ass and was on the verge of orgasm already. I held his head in my hands and slid my cock in his mouth. He took the whole thing without a murmur. When he had it all in his mouth he grabbed my ass with both hands and forced my cock in his mouth as far as he could get it and held it there savoring the feeling.
Just as I thought he was going to suffocate he pulled all the way to the head and rhythmically went up and down on my shaft.
I was long before I said, "Oh shit." and shot my load.
He had felt it coming and had deep throated me just before and I lost my load in his throat. He held me deep throated as I pumped 2 or 3 loads down his throat and then sucked on it until it was too soft to suck.
He looked up at me and asked, "Want to sleep in my tent tonight?"
Now how could I have refused such a request?