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— originally published in
Inches magazine - February, 2000 —
Young Guns Ride the Rapids and Each Other
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Kevin and I
negotiated the rapids of the Snake River fairly well that August
afternoon. Our canoeing experience was extensive, yet the thrill of
riding these wild rivers was the chance of disaster. It struck on the
southernmost bend of the Idaho river without warning. Suddenly, we were
in the water, our canoe ahead of us, our gear floating away. We
struggled against the white water and swift current, thankful for our
swimming skills.
The current slowed at an isolated pool that was abruptly before us. We
crawled from the water, dragging our canoe and the wrapped bundles of
waterproofed supplies to the safety of a narrow rocky beach.
"God damn! That was close, but we fucking made it!" Kevin groaned with
relief, collapsing on a large, flat boulder.
I stared down at him, breathing heavily from our exertion, soaking wet
and still shaking. He was on his belly, his arms spread wide, his tanned
and muscular back dripping moisture. Kevin was a hunk, with short blond
hair and soft brown eyes, a sweet smile and a beefy build. With the
afterglow of excitement from our crash, I was pumped with adrenaline and
gazed at the blond stud's body.
My eyes focused on Kevin's hunky butt, outlined by the wet trunks he
wore. Sprawled out with his thighs apart, each big mound protruded
beneath the swimming shorts. His deep ass crack hid delights I could
only imagine.
"We were lucky; that's for sure," I mumbled, my eyes still glued to
those magnificent ass cheeks.
Standing over him, my cock pulsing, my legs trembling, the relief of our
escape, all combined to cause my next actions. At least, that was my
excuse.
I ripped off my bulky life jacket, which Kevin had already done, and
without so much as a second's hesitation, I dropped down on my hands and
knees on the hard stone, shoved Kevin's beefy thighs apart, and ripped
at the waistband of his shorts.
"What the hell—" he began, but my hands were already squeezing his naked
ass cheeks and yanking them apart to dig into his cold, wet butt
crevice.
"Oh, God damn!" He grunted, lifting his ass, shoving it upwards into my
exploring palms.
With one hand already poking at his tight and cold asshole, I removed
the other from his butt and dragged down my own soaking shorts. My hard
cock leapt out like a hungry snake, purple with lust. I dropped down
over Kevin, ramming my nine-inch dick right into the wet butt crack.
"Are you going to fuck me right here?" he squealed, that deep manly
voice of his raised up an octave or two as he squirmed beneath me.
My exhaustion and excitement intertwined. The feel of that cold flesh
against my heated dick, with the small asshole quivering tightly across
the dripping head, was enough to make me groan loudly. I rubbed my cock
in the deep crevice frantically, humping his butt crack like an eager
rabbit.
Kevin and I were friends, but nothing like this had ever happened
between us. He was straight, at least I thought he was. But it was only
a few days earlier that a pal of mine had confided that the blond jock
was actually gay. He had spotted him at a bar in the city.
So the thought of just such an impromptu outdoor butt-fuck had been at
the forefront of my devious mind even before we started out that
morning. It had taken our spill in the icy river to bring that wish to
fruition. Now, I prayed he would not turn over and belt me one.
Kevin buried his face in his folded arms. My mind was a horny mess, but
the feeling of his ass rising up against my dick spoke plainly enough.
Both of us had our trunks around our knees, which restricted our
movements, yet we managed writhing and humping over that hard stone like
the horny guys that we were. I was sliding my dick up and down Kevin's
smooth butt crack, pulling the big cheeks apart with shaking hands.
Kevin had stopped speaking, only a moaning sound came from his muffled
face.
I was suddenly aware of the hot sun beating down on us as my activity
began to warm up my icy skin. Some measure of sanity began to return. I
realized with amazement what was happening. I had the stud college hunk
at my mercy, his ass bare, my dick humping his crack. I decided I was
going to enjoy the moment and that I just had to get into the tight,
little asshole my dick-head was rubbing across.
I rose up, stripping my shorts off entirely, now butt-naked. This
isolated portion of the river was remote, although some other idiots
might attempt to negotiate the rapids we had failed to. I didn't care at
that moment. I sat over Kevin, staring down at his deeply tanned body,
his white ass, with swirling blond hair outlining the hefty cheeks, the
large thighs spread apart with the orange trunks around his knees. I
reached down and stripped them off, then attacked his butt. With both
hands I yanked them apart, staring down at the crinkled butthole, a wisp
of hair surrounding the tight rim.
"God, what an ass. I gotta get inside you!" I grunted.
"What are you waiting for?" Kevin answered, his face still buried, his
butt writhing beneath my hands, apparently as eager for it as I was.
I drooled a generous gob of spittle down into that crack and rubbed it
into his quivering butt. He groaned as my fingers tickled his anal ring,
teasing it apart, stroking the clamped entrance.
With a finger massaging slippery spit into the entrance, I crawled up to
Kevin's head and with my free hand grasped his short blond hair and
pulled up his head, forcing his face to the right so that it was in my
lap.
"Open up," I grunted.
He did. Those big sweet lips of his gaped, his soft eyes looked up into
mine, and his tongue flopped out, waiting for my dick. I placed my cock
in his open mouth. At the other end of his big body, my finger dug into
his muscled ass-ring, slipping past the first knuckle. Kevin gasped, and
clamped his mouth over my cock.
The sight of those bowed lips wrapped around my fat joint had me
gasping. He sucked while shoving his butt back over my finger.
Incredible!
My hard body contrasted with his muscles. A dark Greek-American, I was
tanned nearly black. My crotch was paler, but still amber compared to
his pink cheeks. I hovered over him like a dark devil, my fat cock a
swollen purple invader disappearing between those small, pursed lips. I
leaned over his face, feeding him my dick, grunting and moaning. He
sucked me inside, half my cock-shaft buried there.
Meanwhile, his tight asshole began to open up for my exploring finger. I
held his head with one hand and stretched his asshole with the other. I
had my finger past the second knuckle, twisting it around in circles
while his butt squirmed up and down around it. The sun grew warmer, the
water drying on our bodies, sweat beginning to break out.
Kevin pulled his head back and looked up at me. His eyes stared right
into mine. He opened his mouth wide, sticking his fat tongue out once
more. I rubbed my cock-head back and forth over it, gazing down at his
wide-open mouth. It was so hot his handsome face was a hole for my fat,
Greek sausage. He held that lush mouth open, passive and accepting. I
stroked the lolling tongue and lips with the purple head of my cannon,
his drool coating it to a glistening sheen. Then, he slowly closed his
lips over it, again sucking it deep.
There was no way I could keep from cumming. It had all happened so
abruptly and unexpectedly. I was on the edge of orgasm from the first
minute I had stared down at his sprawled body and big hard ass. Now with
those sucking lips vacuuming my dick and his tight bung-hole accepting a
deep finger-fuck, I exploded. I shot cum right up his throat.
He gagged, but then swallowed, his lips clamping over my cock-shaft. I
screamed. I leaned over him and unloaded, my entire body shaking. My
finger was planted far up his butthole, and I kept it there.
"Come on, get me off, too!" he gasped, his mouth finally sliding off my
dripping cock. I looked down at him, his lips wet, his eyes boring into
mine.
I got up, my finger still inside him. Although I was breathing like a
spent racehorse, I managed to crawl behind him. He got up on his hands
and knees, wiggling that big butt around my buried finger and moaning.
He looked back at me, his mouth still open, his amber eyes half-lidded
and full of heat.
Although my dick was flopping at my waist, half-hard and satiated, his
hot words and his hot asshole were stimulation enough. I got right in
behind him, planting my own hard thighs between his spread legs and
began to work on his horny ass.
I dug into it with the finger already there, and gobbled another good
supply of spit over the sweaty crack. I worked it in good with my
finger, the ass-ring opening up enough so that I could just begin to
insert another finger.
"Oh, man, yeah... stick two fingers up me!" he grunted.
The sun was intense on my back, the sound of the river loud directly
behind us. Although I was spent with all that had happened, Kevin
offering up his asshole was enough to have me getting hard all over
again.
I reached under his stretched thighs and found his hard pecker, fat and
slapping up against his belly. I felt his stomach, too, hairless and
lush. He wasn't lean like I was, and his belly was soft and warm. I
stroked it and squeezed his fat cock and swollen nut sack at the same
time.
"Yeah, play with my dick; do anything you want to me! I been wanting
your hard body for so long!"
Music to my ears. I really got into it. The blond stud was mine for the
taking. My lust had been satisfied. I could take my time. I stroked his
dick and stomach slowly, agonizingly. He thrust his hips forward to take
advantage of my teasing hand, then shoved his big butt backwards to feel
the two fingers digging into him better. He didn't know which way to go.
I strummed his dick with a maddening hand, fingering his cockhead and
the drooling slit, then rolling his fat balls in my hand, then gripping
his shaft in a harsh squeeze, keeping him on edge and off-balance. Two
of my fingers brutalized his fuck-hole, stretching the tight lips apart,
turning the ass passage into a yawning cavern that I eventually managed
to insert three fingers into. I spit continually into that fingered
hole, staring down at the pale ass crack as it glistened with sweat and
drool, the reddened anus stretched wide by three of my dark, Greek
fingers.
I would sense him approaching his climax, and I would back off,
releasing his dick and squeezing his nuts. My fingers would stop their
marauding momentarily. He would moan for me not to stop, for me to
finger him harder. I would laugh and continue, managing to bring him to
the brink at least a half-dozen times.
Eventually, his stamina was exhausted. Writhing on his hands and knees
with three fingers far up his hole, a hand stroking his hard dick and
the open air caressing his naked body, he finally shot.
"OH, MAN! OH, FUCK!" he shouted.
I felt jism rocket out of his fat dick. I chose that moment to yank my
fingers out of his spasming asshole, shove him down on his belly and ram
my own hard bone right up that spit-wet anus. While he was shooting cum
all over the hard boulder beneath us, I had him flat on his belly and my
dick jammed all the way up his stretched asshole.
"Oh, God, don't, oh, man, it's too much," he moaned, his body convulsing
around my rapidly plowing shaft.
I didn't care. I had to fuck him. I lay on top of him and went to work.
I laid my pipe in his exhausted body. His asshole was spit-slick, gaping
open and slack enough for the entire length of my dick. He was feeling
no pain, in fact he was groaning, "Fuck me; yeah, fuck my butt," even
before his own dick had finished draining.
His warm body was a lush bed. I lay on him, kissing his neck, slobbering
over his ears, whispering incoherent words of pleasure as my dick went
in and out of his heated ass passage. The sun seemed to melt us together
in one mass of warm, writhing flesh. My fucking became a continuous deep
plugging, his body a slack and welcoming hole beneath me.
If anyone swept past us on the river, we never knew, or cared. The sun
beat down on us relentlessly while we fucked, the river continued its
flow, our gear dried out on the sun-baked rocks beside us. I moaned how
beautiful his ass was, he begged me to fill him with dick.
What brought me to my second orgasm was the realization that he was
blubbering beneath me in the throes of his own second eruption. His
slack body did not tense up, the big muscles merely grew more languid,
the warm asshole gaping even wider, his ass lifting up to accept my
cock.
"You're fucking the cum right out of me."
That was enough to send me over. I pulled my cock out of his butthole
and lay the spewing shaft in the sweaty crack between his big
butt-mounds. Cum drooled down over both our balls.
We lay together for a while, our energy completely spent. The sun had
moved around so that we were half in shadow. I never wanted to move
again.
"Get off me. You weigh a ton," Kevin eventually murmured. But he moved
his ass around my sticky dick still planted between his lush butt cheeks
provocatively at the same time. If I hadn't been utterly spent, I would
have started all over again.
We laughed as our eyes met. "Pretty wild!" he murmured.
We splashed in the icy water to rinse off our cum and sweat. There was a
reserve between us. What had happened was so out of the blue, we both
didn't quite know how to react.
But then Kevin grinned and made it all fine. "Let's camp here for the
night." His eyes twinkled.
"It's pretty early," I said, knowing I was an idiot as soon as the words
were out of my mouth.
"I think we can find something to do to pass the time."
Enough said. We spent a wild night on that wild river, that wild jock
butt giving it up to my Greek meat another couple of times before the
sun rose again.
THE END
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