A gay story: Wyoming Camping Trip Wyoming Camping Trip
This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are over18; all sexual activity described is between guys of at least that age. All places are fictional. Content warning: some of the sex portrayed is non-consensual. If this bothers you, please move on. Copyright, 2023, all rights reserved. BD
Jeff and Drew were enjoying the post-graduation party, sponsored by the senior parents’ committee of Trinity Prep. It was being held at the home of a graduating senior whose family owned a place on large secluded acreage with a pool—a perfect spot for a blow-out end-of-high-school party. The committee had provided the barbeque and there were a few kegs propped on one of the picnic tables. A large dance floor had been erected near the pool and there was a DJ. All car keys had been collected upon entry. A small shuttle school bus had been rented to ferry the party-ers home—assuming that any decided to leave before morning. Otherwise the house had a dozen or more designated crash pads, and the pool house had even more. Just about the entire class had come—so there were about 80, including dates from other schools. Dress was casual—most were in swim suits and tees. Chaperones were theoretically present, but deliberately scarce. Couples were making out in the pool, on chaises, in the pool house—and even in some of the first floor rooms. The entire scene, viewed from an upper balcony of the house, looked like a “B” Italian orgy movie which had never made it to the US because of censorship.
The guys were both 18, about to celebrate a 19th birthday during the coming summer. They had known each other since grade school, played on various teams together, double-dated, partied hard and were definitely besties. Now they were in the pool playing co-ed pool-volleyball—where it seemed dunking (balls and teammates) occurred every few seconds. They were all a little high and roughhousing—using every play as an opportunity to grab a tit, an ass or a cock.
The small size of the prep school (about 300 total in four “forms”) had guaranteed that their friendship would flourish. It was an all-boys prep school and non-boarding. It was fairly liberal: mixed race, and several out gays were students. Scholarship money was plentiful thanks to a few bequests and so every economic stratus was represented. Homosexuality was just not a big deal—perhaps just a phase, like puberty. Most of the guys had had at least some sexual experience with young ladies, a few of the hunkier athletes with cougars, and a few had had some encounters with other guys. In short, the atmosphere was “tolerantly permissive, but generally hetero”, and of course in an all boys school, testosterone levels were high.
The all-boys enrollment meant that conversation typically centered on sports or dates—recently had or desired soon and more often than not, exaggerated. Most were off to college in a few months and many had landed summer jobs—Jeff would be a pool lifeguard; Drew an intern journalist at the local shopper that called itself a newspaper. Their jobs would start in a week—because they were planning a triumphant camping trip to celebrate the end of one part of their lives. So they planned to “have a few” and depart early to be ready for the next day’s adventure. Thus, they had elected to attend the party “stag” with the flexibility to leave at any time.
Jeff was probably unaware that Drew had been having erotic daydreams about him for nearly a year. A vision of Jeff naked was often a part of his stroke sessions. This trip would be their first extended time alone together. Drew was hoping; Jeff was looking forward to advancing his sexual experience, but presumably with a young lady.
Jeff’s Dad had an extended cab, heavy duty pickup, used in his construction business, and Drew had a large dirt bike (used, but well-cared for, a double-seater, with new tires). The cab would accommodate the guys; the truck bed would handle the cycle and the necessary camping gear. Food and bedding would be in the back of the cab. They were headed to Wyoming from the small Denver suburb where they had been raised. Camping, riding, swimming, hiking—and generally fooling around were planned for a week. The pickup was packed and in the garage—except for the food in the fridge, before they left for the party. They had stocked up on marijuana, which was legal in Colorado, over several weeks, since purchases were rationed.
Both guys were wholesome, healthy small-town jocks with just the hint of late adolescent male muscularity and early summer tans. In fact, they more or less had looked like brothers until about 14–with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and clear skin. At that point, their interests and physiques had changed. Jeff was the earliest to mature: he put on muscle and height, ultimately reaching a lofty 6-4. He spouted the first chin hairs and grew in a full pubic bush at 15. His cock was beginning to take on the shape and length of a well-endowed male adult. Within two years, he was by far the larger, stronger and taller of the two—and a star on Trinity’s basketball team—because of its small size, Trinity’s most important sport.
Drew had matured more slowly, gaining some height and weight, but he could not be described as muscular. Tennis, golf and gymnastics became his sports. By senior year, Drew was only about 150 lbs and 5-10, but he was an all-state gymnast with the carved muscular body to prove it. In fact he had won a partial athletic scholarship to CSU which had one of the best gymnastic programs in the country.
Although both had dated in high school, often doubling, they were technically virgins—each had necked and even gotten to second or third base a few times, but neither had yet scored. Both were pretty casual about solo sexual activity and even had had some one-on-one same sex experimentation—although none had vaginally or anally penetrated. This was teen experimentation, not gay. They often talked about this status—and one object of the trip was to remedy that problem. In fact, that was the unspoken premise to the entire trip, although specific plans to execute on that strategy remained very vague—other than research into a roadhouse near the campsite. Drew had begun to look at Jeff in very different, not-just-buds ways, but he was confused and assumed Jeff didn’t notice.
Jeff had planned the loose itinerary—with a week in a rustic one room cabin—with the possibility of one or two nights in motels—for showers and a decent bed. The cabin was one of five, set far apart from each other, lakeside at a Wyoming state park north of Cheyenne. The cabin was described as having two sets of bunks, a farm sink (with pumped water), an outside cooking grill (no open fires in this dry part of Wyoming), a separate privy, and an outside shower with a “new” solar heated water bladder supplying “tepid rain showers.” Very rustic and secluded, but near trails for hiking and bike riding. And of course on a lake. The brochure had noted a roadhouse nearby with nightly dances and implied liberal ID requirements. That was the determining factor in their choice. Both guys had passable fake ID’s.
Both guys seemed normatively hetero—but they probably hadn’t thought much about sexual preference as they chased skirts, masturbated often and occasionally jerked each other off—all in a very tolerant “modern” environment. Sex was fun. So long as you had a willing partner, they were up for anything. They were casual with nudity, swimming nude at the water hole they had found just out of town, often told homo-erotic jokes, and even slapped or grabbed each other in jest or while wrestling which was one of their favorite avocations. However, with the looming prospect of separation at the end of August, Drew was beginning to have deeper feelings for Jeff—which he carefully hid. Intense interest in casual sex was acceptable; admission to gayness or male to male affection was not.
Early Saturday, a day that was going to prove that Colorado was having an early hot summer, the guys, dressed in tees, cargo shorts and flip flops, finished the packing, and piled into the cab, taking their standard positions with Jeff as driver and Drew as shotgun. They were hoping to arrive mid-afternoon so that they would have time to move into the cabin before night. Traffic was light and after a fast food stop, the pickup pulled up to the ranger station at the park’s entrance where they registered and received directions, a key and warnings.
The ranger was young, probably just out of college, in uniform (khaki shorts and an ironed button up shirt with epaulets, banded in colorful ribbons, with the military bearing, tight muscles and crew cut of a Marine. He was definitely handsome and projected confidence. He was old enough to suggest authority and dominance and young enough to invite speculation about whether he was a sexual player. The ranger advised that they were the first customers for the season—and that only one of the other cabins would be occupied. The boys asked about local “entertainment” and were somewhat disappointed to learn that the roadhouse described in the guidebook didn’t open until later in June; the closest spot was over 25 miles away, and open only on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights—”and they card.” Summer season hasn’t really started yet.
“You probably noticed that small grocery about a mile back down the road. They have a little of everything—and they are the only game within miles. I hope you brought most of what you expect to need. I think the only females you are going to see will be of the wild furry variety—so watch for those mama bears. They are not friendly, and, at this time of year, they are very protective of their new cubs.”
“The lake is a very refreshing 69 degrees. I see you have a dirt bike. Please be very careful to keep to marked trails. We are trying to keep this park open for riders, but if you are not careful, the environmentalists will shut down that activity. We’ve had some recent rain so the fire potential is moderate—but please keep your fires to the pit in front of the cabin or the concrete grills set up for cooking and always attended. Use only the wood that is stacked by the cabin for fuel. The pump water is potable, sweet and cool.”
Unlike so many mountain men, Phil was an in your face kind of guy. He liked to be in your space. Throughout the spiel, the ranger kept touching the boys, first on their arms and shoulders, then their lower backs, then their asses. Occasionally, he would drop his hands to his crotch and adjust. It was pretty clear that he was getting hard. Phil was gay and, without asking, he was trying to determine whether they boys wanted to play. They were not dumb. They got the message, but they weren’t ready to acknowledge the invitation until they had had a chance to talk about it. Jeff wasn’t even sure he was interested. So they ignored the advances.
“Incidentally, you need to go the grocery to get cell service. This station is staffed 24/7, but there is only one ranger here at any given time—that’d be me for the next seven days—and I do sleep here. I’m available for emergencies.” And, with might have been a secret smile and an invitation, he added, “Or if you need me for anything. I have most nights off. If I’m not here, wait. I’m on patrol and will be back. Have a good week. I hope to see you before your time is up.”
The boys hopped back into the pickup and drove about five miles deeper into the park until they found the cabin. It was as described—secluded, rustic, sparsely furnished, but clean. The lake was visible from the long covered porch along the side of the cabin. Bedding (sleeping bags and blow up pillows), duffels, food and other camping paraphernalia were quickly unloaded. Inside they found two sprung cots with thin mattresses—originally designed as bunks, but now placed side by side and a narrow bunk on the adjacent wall with a narrow aisle between. The narrow bunk quickly became their closet. With this configuration, there wasn’t much more space in the cabin–just a corridor at the foot of the beds and a wall with a sink, a few open-faced cabinets, and a wardrobe. The table was on the porch. Cooking would be outside. Two hammocks and four Adirondack chairs completed the porch furnishings. About fifty feet away was the privy—yes with a corny crescent moon carving on the door. The roof was covered with two solar panels, connected to a small trellis-like structure with a wide canvas water bag on top and a rain shower head suspended below. In order to shower, it would be necessary to use the hand pump to fill the bag periodically. A pull cord released the water from above. Some sort of osmosis apparently circulated the water non-mechanically through the panels, warming the liquid. It was obviously new, experimental and clever.
Neither of them had mentioned the incident at the ranger station. They were both processing and perhaps reluctant to make the first move.
“I’m ready for the lake,” Jeff shouted as he sprinted to the beach. The water was clear; the bottom was a mixture of small round pebbles and white sand. He reached the beach, stripped and dove in. He came up sputtering and shivering a few seconds later. “This water is going to shrink my dick to the size of a six year old. So, no comments, Drew.”
Soon a second pair of cargos and another tee were strewn on the beach and the two guys were splashing around in the cold, clear water. They dunked each other, played grab ass—and dick, and soon felt fully refreshed—and reasonably aroused. Drew was the first to emerge and he moved to a grassy area and stretched out to dry in the warm sun. His chubbed, but cold-shrunken dick rested heavily on his cut abs. He fluffed, closed his eyes and reveled in the sun. Jeff soon followed as Drew followed his slow walk and swinging dick through slit eyes.
Jeff was the first to speak. “This place is going to be great. But, it’s pretty clear that we aren’t going to have any privacy from each other—and probably no girls for company. So I’m making this a nudist colony for the week. Clothing optional. And, I’m not going to be able to wait a whole week to jerk off. I’m a three per day guy normally. So I’m just going to do it when I want. If that bothers you, just look the other way. I know I’ve got a big beautiful dick and that I’m going to make you jealous, but those are the breaks. Any objections? Anything that happens in Wyoming stays in Wyoming.” Looking into Drew’s eyes, he added, “And I sure hope we can find some time to help each other out.”
There was silence. Jeff had set the tone—and the rules. Drew couldn’t have asked for more. Within a few minutes, both guys were stroking and glancing furtively at the other. Curiously, Drew was shaved. Why hadn’t Jeff noticed that before? Jeff’s eyebrows shot up in question. Drew reddened and said, “The gymnast coach recommended the shave. Then, Sherry told me that if I didn’t shave she wasn’t going to blow me. She doesn’t like hair in her teeth.”
Jeff broke up as he fluffed his bushy pubes. “I’d shave too if I could get a blow job from Melissa, or from anyone for that matter.”
Drew quickly retorted, “That can probably be arranged—both the shave and the blow-job. What did you think about Phil?”
“I’m not exactly sure what to think. He’s gay. That’s a given. He was baiting us. He’s a pretty good looking guy. Beyond that, I don’t know what to say—or think.
Both boys were athletes, comfortable with nudity, and had sported common erections and participated in circle jerks back home. They were internet savvy and had often cruised porn—but usually in private. But maybe this was going to be different. They were alone for a week—without internet. And now it seemed they would be mostly nude. The possibilities were almost endless—and Jeff, always the aggressive athlete, began to think competitively—who was bigger, who was cut, who would shoot first, farthest, the biggest load. Drew, on the other hand, began to see the potential for fulfillment of his fantasies with Jeff. It was going to be an interesting week. And then you add the complexity of Phil’s apparent offer.
Without another word and after only a few minutes of rapid stroking, both guys had blown their wads into the nearby grass. They rose, picked up their clothes and began the “walk of shame” back to the cabin. They were reluctant to dress, but weren’t ready for total nudity yet. Soon each had pulled on swim shorts as they went about prepping the firepit and grill to cook the evening meal. A large iced cooler was removed from the pickup (thankfully, they had brought their own alcoholic drinks) and simple choices were made for dinner. There was little joking and not a lot of talking. Clearly, they were processing the events of the afternoon. Decisions were made about chore allocations, shower times, and bed allocations. At dinner, it was decided that they would hike the next day and hold the bike for later in the week.
Sun set around 8:30—producing a star-filled sky, but with a waning moon, not much light. The cabin had a few kerosene lamps which were lit. But it was soon obvious that entertainment was going to be very different and self-generated. Cards were pulled out; the table was moved near the firepit; and, they began to play poker—wondering what wagers could make the game more interesting. None had brought any significant amount of cash. Strip poker didn’t seem reasonable—they were almost naked as it was—although the evening chill had brought out flannel shirts. Jeff, of course, came to the rescue, “Let’s combine poker with Truth or Dare—we’ll play a game of five hands–the loser is then challenged by the winner of each game. And the loser must comply.”
“Agreed.”
At the end of the first round of five hands, Jeff had won. Before he was even asked, Drew shouted, “Dare.”
“OK, jerk me off,” said Jeff, handing him a bottle of lube. Jeff leaned back on the chair, dropped his boxers, and beckoned Drew over. Jeff smiled and placed his hands behind his head in an exaggerated posture of relaxation pushing his hips up from the seat to exaggerate his long thick 8 incher. Drew reached over and tentatively grabbed the hard shaft, beginning the pump that would achieve his dare. He reached under Jeff’s balls and began to fondle them in his fist, rolling them together in their soft sacs. Drew tried some different strokes, faster, slower, two-handed, twisting. Jeff grew harder instantly and after leaking for a minute or two, warned Drew away from the trajectory path of what was about to happen. Jeff’s stomach drew in; his balls drew up, and he blasted—only partially in Drew’s fist, the rest dribbling to the soil near the pit. Jeff had challenged and Drew had responded, casually and without any issues. It was a whole new ballgame.
A second table resulted in Drew as the winner and Jeff as his victim. Fearing the worst, Jeff, said “Truth.”
“Okay. Tell us in detail the farthest you’ve ever gotten with a girl and a boy.”
“That’s pretty easy. I’ve gotten inside Melissa’s blouse, squeezed her tits and sucked on her big brown nipples until she was so hot, that she let me slide my fingers inside her bikinis to stroke her pussy. If I had had a few more minutes to curfew, I think I would have scored.”
“And the boy?”
“Do you remember Dylan—the dark haired tall guy who graduated last year? Well, he blew me in the showers after a b-ball game one night—in fact, it was my 18th birthday present from him. He tried to stick a finger in my ass, but I stopped him. He wasn’t going there. That’s as far as I’ve gotten.”
“I’m impressed, Jeff. You certainly have more experience than I with a girl and with a guy.” Jeff laughed, but rose to head for the cabin. He had had enough for the evening. He knew the jerk-off was one-sided and unsportsmanlike, but he could tell that Drew’s attitude toward him had changed a lot in the last hour. He needed to process.
Two sleeping bags had been placed on the side by side cots, and after using the kitchen sink to brush and a quick trip to the privy, both guys stripped and climbed into the bags. The silent sounds of the woods were soon accompanied by the snores of the tired young men. But, the evening temperatures began to fall. At this altitude, even in early summer, close to freezing temperatures were normal. A few hours later, Jeff awakened, shivering. He looked over and saw that Drew was also restlessly tossing with cold. So without much further thought, Jeff unzipped his bag and Drew’s, moved over to Drew’s bag, pulled his bag over as additional cover for both, and positioned himself into a spoon behind Drew. Soon they were warm and asleep again.
Jeff woke with a bright flash in his eye—he hadn’t noticed the east facing windows, but there were no drapes anyway. Then he realized Drew’s ass was solidly pressed into his gut and that his rigid morning wood was stretched out hard between Drew’s legs, poking and separating his balls. Then, he realized that he was holding Drew’s solid, uncut dick in a death grip. Drew was leaking and moaning, obviously enjoying an early morning wet dream—perhaps stimulated by Jeff’s fist. Well, why not, he thought as he began to stroke and thrust. He owed Drew one. Soon, they were both close. Jeff wanted to avoid a mess. So he reached over for a tee and held it around their dicks—which at this point were only inches apart. Soon they both released.
Jeff was the first to break the silence. “That was a great wake-up exercise. I loved it. I’m not gay, and I don’t think you are. We’re just going to have some real fun this week—even if there are no girls to help. And then, we can go home, forget it, and go on with our lives. I’m lookin’ forward to much more of this. In fact, I’m hard again already—and this bag is already going to need to be cleaned.” So he pulled Drew on top, forced his thighs apart, inserted his long hard dick between them, dropped down on his back, and started another round. Drew sucked his gut in and leveraged up, squeezing the hard pole between his thighs. Then, Jeff reached under, gripped Drew’s shaft and whispered in his ear, “Fuck this thigh friction. Next time bro, I’m taking your ass.” Drew shivered in anticipation, but said nothing. He had been quietly lusting after Jeff for over a year and now he was going to get a week of physical contact to prove whether the attraction was passing or deeper and more lasting.
********
Soon the two guys headed for the shower. Jeff, the tallest, reached up and tested the shower water, “It’s lukewarm.”
“Better than cold. And certainly better than the lake at this time of the morning.” So they released a little water, then began to soap each other under the latticed shower, freely soaping and rubbing. totally comfortable with nudity and both sporting chubbed dicks. Finally, Jeff reached up and released the rinse water. Then Drew started refilling the bladder with water from the pump, breaking into a light sweat with the exertion.
Today was Jeff’s turn to make breakfast—coffee, juice, granola cereal and milk (they had decided no cooking in the morning)—so he toweled first and moved back to the “kitchen” to set out the food on the table and start the coffee on the small kerosene stove they had brought.
Later, Jeff and Drew were stretched out, nude, on the Adirondack chairs, finishing the last of the dark black brew, listening to the early morning symphony of song birds. “That was quite a first morning,” Jeff whispered.
“Well, you started it last night and again this morning.”
“And I see nothing but interesting possibilities for the rest of the week. I’m gonna get inside you, Drew. My dick is looking for someone’s tight chute to poke around in. At this point, I don’t care whether it’s a pussy or an asshole.”
“I feel so relaxed now, that I don’t even care. I’ve wanted to feel you on top of me for months, Jeff, but somehow at home it seemed too weird. Here it looks like we have a free pass to experiment; anything goes; nothing matters, for the rest of the week. We may not have female company, but I think we can still make this an interesting adventure before we get on with our lives. We’re not gay, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel your cock in my hand, my mouth, and maybe my ass. And I’m planning on trying mine in you. I’m renaming this park as Las Vegas, Wyoming.
“Well, I guess that means we have three things to do this morning: take a hike, go to the store, and have some personal time. Where shall we start?”
“Let’s hike around the lake. It’s supposed to be about four miles. Maybe we’ll find another sandy beach,” Drew said, as he reached over and stroked Jeff to full erection. We can play with this guy later. Then he stood and went in to dress for the hike.
The trail was marked and relatively flat. The boys took turns leading; so each had time to watch a tight ass moving, climbing over logs and rocks, and bouncing back and forth in the short tight hiking shorts. Both were hard most of the hike. The path was deserted. Just about a half hour later, they were across from their campsite when they discovered a secluded sandy alcove, with unusual smooth rounded boulders gating the beach almost to the water line. They climbed over, noticing their cabin on the far side of the lake as they topped the largest stone, jumped down, stripped and entered the cold water carefully. They swam hard to increase their body’s acceptance of the coolness and finally stood comfortably in chest deep, ultra-clear water. Jeff stepped behind Drew and brought him into his chest, sliding his erection along Drew’s tight crevice as his fist gripped Drew’s cock tightly. Drew shivered—not from cold, turned and pulled Jeff into him, looking up to meet Jeff’s lips and tongue with a welcoming lock. Jeff’s tongue was aggressive and soon owned Drew’s mouth. Then Jeff’s fingers began to probe Drew’s anus. Jeff bent his knees and dipped and the water’s buoyancy permitted him to lift Drew until Drew’s legs locked around Jeff’s waist. Their cocks bobbed together near the water’s surface. Jeff was larger, but not by much. Jeff wanted more–and now.
“Let’s go ashore. I’m ready.” Jeff left the lake first and stretched out on the grass. Drew followed and dropped next to him. Jeff reached over and pulled Drew into a tight embrace, working his fingers into Drew’s soft ass muscles and cleft. He pulled back one hand, spit onto his two longest fingers and went back to work. Soon he was deep inside and had found a hard nut. He poked it a few times and Drew sucked in a huge breath.
“What the fuck is that? It feels really good. I think it might be more sensitive than my dickhead.”
“I’ve heard about it. It’s called the prostate—and it’s supposed to be the most sensitive sex organ in a man.” And so he poked again and then scraped the side with his finger tip. Drew gasped and tightened his hold on Jeff.
“You keep doing that and I’ll follow you anywhere. Have you got any more tricks?”
“Yeah. I think I’m supposed to be using my dick to do the poking. Roll onto your stomach. Put this pack under your gut.” Jeff got up, moved the pack and extracted the bottle of lube. He stroked himself to extra-hardness and coated his cock with the lube. Then he dipped two fingers into the lube and reached over to Drew’s pulsing virgin hole. He started pushing in, made sure to swirl the lube and hit the nut. Drew gasped and pushed his ass up into the fingers. Then Jeff pushed Drew’s legs apart, knelt between them and started to push his cockhead into the hole. It seemed impossibly tight. “Drew, I’m gonna do you. Is that okay?” Drew just pushed his ass toward Jeff. That was the green light. It was tight, but Drew didn’t seem to be in any real pain. He felt a little burn, perhaps a bit of stretch, but the pleasure nerves easily overwhelmed him. Jeff pushed again, hit the nut, and Drew moaned in pleasure.
“That’s it. Do it again. I think you have officially taken my cherry. And it feels damn good. I can’t believe we didn’t know about this before.”
Jeff, being a young virile cock, was enjoying the situation. He aimed his dick, slipped in again, and waited for Drew’s protest. It didn’t come and so Jeff pushed in harder and deeper. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he realized that he had to keep Drew stimulated—and there seemed to be one place in Drew’s asshole anatomy that worked—the hard nut near the entrance at the front. And of course the hard up/down stroking came naturally to a male stud.
So Jeff began a long sawing motion, being sure to scrape the prostate with each push and each pull. Drew was hyperventilating. And of course, both boys being 18 and always ready to pop, exploded almost immediately. Jeff filled Drew’s ass and Drew planted his seeds on the soft shore. Jeff collapsed onto Drew. They were no longer virgins. Little did they realize that the act they had both just enjoyed was addictive. They had gone from self-pleasuring virgins to dick-and-ass-craving maniacs in just a few minutes. They would be in and out of each other all week. It would be interesting to see whether the mechanics of sex, the intense pleasure of the act, and general nudity would leave both of their hetero psyches untouched. Drew for one was already attached to Jeff—no one else had ever given him such pleasure. He was prepared to be anything Jeff wanted. And he decided that if he was going to win Jeff, he needed to make Jeff feel as good as he did now.
After resting for a few more minutes, they rose, pulled on shorts, but left their chests bare and completed the circuit of the lake, never seeing the other inhabited cabin, but often holding hands as they walked back to their campsite.
They finished dressing and took the pickup to Valerie’s General Store and filled a basket with snack foods and staples, all the while wondering if a large order of groceries would justify their purchases of a few sex toys, lubes, and vodka, also nestled in the bottom under the food. And fortunately it did, as Valerie’s nephew was on duty at the register that morning. He was young—probably just a few years older than they, but with heavy muscles, a ruddy complexion, long dark hair and some facial hair. He was handsome, mountain man rough, and mature beyond his years. Being raised on a farm, he was ready for any kind of sex—even with animals—so long as he was the pitcher. He smirked at the guys, “Did you guys bring girls with you?”
“No, afraid not. And we’ve just been told that the roadhouse is really far.”
“They’ll never let you in. Forget it. But, I’m on every morning and I don’t card—so long as you promise no driving after you enjoy this stuff, I’ve got no problem selling it. If you are planning a real blowout party, however, I wouldn’t mind an invite. I could probably bring a friend or two. I see your truck has Colorado plates. Did you bring any weed?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then, I certainly want an invite—and I’m ready to trade. Name’s Clay, by the way.”
“You’re on. Glad to meet you Clay. See you in a day or so.”
Clay watched the guys leave, noting their nice bods and bubble asses. He had guessed immediately that they were novice gays, maybe getting it on for the first time. Wholesome, innocent fresh meat with tight asses. They didn’t have girls, but they had just purchased lube and toys. So the guess wasn’t hard. He knew where they were staying and he had a friend who would surely like to see how far these guys could be pushed. He wasn’t going to wait for an invitation. He picked up his cell and dialed Linc. “Two new innocents just arrived at the camp. Let’s pay them a visit tonight and show them a real mountain welcome.”
“I’m in. I’ll pick you up at the store around 6. Should I bring the persuader?”
“I don’t think we are going to need it. We’ve got at least 30 pounds of muscle on each of them. I presume you’ve got some rope in the truck. But, let’s make it Wednesday. I have Thursday off this week—and somehow, I think we might be spending the night.”
*********
Jeff and Drew stayed close to the cabin all day Tuesday. In fact they even moved the mattresses out to the porch—because they never left the bed. And they continued their experiments and discoveries. By Tuesday night they had cum so many times that they were cuming, but dry! Drew did get his chance at Jeff’s ass; Jeff learned to love bottoming and prostate stimulation; and both guys agreed that missionary was best—for depth, position, and visual stimulation.
They took the mountain bike out on Wednesday, with Jeff seated behind Drew. His chest was tight to Drew’s back and his hands held tight to Drew’s package which was almost perpetually stiff. So they stopped often for sex breaks and traded places. Soon they realized the vibration of the ATV was like a giant sex toy. The country was beautiful and very quiet. They never saw another person—and of course their cells were silent with no reception—and their balls were empty with frequent evacuation! This was indeed a secluded Shangri-la where all rules were suspended and everything was for pleasure.
“My turn to cook tonight. Shall we do the steaks? Drew, you start the firepit.”
Both guys were exhausted. Two days of intense outdoor (and indoor) activity. And so before starting dinner, and after a drink or two, they both dozed. Then they made dinner and watched the lingering flames of the pit as they drowsed into sated oblivion. It was going to be an early night.
The night quiet was broken by the roar of an unmuffled 4 by 4. The sound got louder and was obviously headed toward them. Reluctantly they put down the drinks and went inside to find shorts before their uninvited visitors arrived. As they came out of the cabin, the jacked up 4 by 4, bright red in color with hand painted yellow and orange flames on the doors pulled into the clearing. Clay jumped out and his friend, later introduced as Linc, emerged from the driver’s side.
“Hey guys. We were in the neighborhood and decided that tonight might be a good one to party,” Clay shouted as he moved around to the truck bed, threw a medium-sized gym bag to Linc and pulled out a cold case of local brew. “That’s Linc. He and I have been best buds since kindergarten.” Jeff realized these guys were huge although some of the bulk was obviously fat. He and Drew didn’t stand a chance of getting these guys to leave, assuming they wanted to stay. But, perhaps he could try.
Drew and Jeff eyed each other and were about to plead exhaustion, but realized simple hospitality (or maybe the realization that size did equal power in the wilderness) required more. “We’ve been swimming and riding all day and frankly we’re bushed. We really would like to do this tomorrow if that’s okay with you guys.”
“Ah. C’mon guys. We just drove almost 10 miles to get here. Tell you what. Let’s have a few and smoke a bit—and we’ll leave you two lovebirds to a quiet night. Drew was about to protest the “lovebirds” reference, but decided it wasn’t worth it. It would only be an hour. “Okay, let me get the stash.” Linc gave Clay a strange questioning look, and Clay winked.
Clay brought the case to the lake and dunked it to keep it cold as Drew brought him a few bags of salty treats and the baggie. “Watch for fire. The grass is dry.” Blankets were spread near the lake; Clay opened the beers, dropping a small tablet in two of the bottles. He carefully handed these to Jeff and Drew. Jeff set the baggie of weed on a large nearby stone. And all four guys stretched out to watch the sun set and drink their brews. Ten minutes later Jeff and Drew were out.
Clay and Linc of course had had other plans from the beginning. Each rolled, lit up, and began to mellow. They waited about ten minutes. It was clear that Jeff and Drew were really out. “I don’t think we can tie them without waking them, but I think we can install the collars. With the collars in place, we have them.” Co Clay and Linc moved very quietly to the gym bag and pulled out their supplies. Very carefully, each took one of the soft leather collars, slipped it under the sleeping boys’ necks, and locked them in place. Then, they quietly headed for the lake, stripped and waded in, enjoying the cool water. Then they emerged and lay on towels to enjoy their second hit of the night. They knew what was coming and were both rigidly hard and aroused.
After just about an hour, the guys climbed back up to the cabin porch—without re-dressing. They were buzzed—from beer and weed. Each had a remote tethered on rawhide around their necks. As they approached the porch, they pressed the remotes simultaneously. Instantly, Jeff and Drew awoke, feeling the shock on the back of their necks. Jeff shouted, “What the fuck! What the fuck is this?” Then he looked over at Drew and noted that Drew had a matching black collar.
Clay called out from the porch, “Good evening, sleepy-heads, it’s time for party games. We are going to introduce you to a game we often get to play with visitors to these parts. It’s called ‘Master and Slave.’ I think you can guess who the slaves are. Those collars are equipped to ensure that slaves act like good slaves—or they are punished by their masters. Linc is going to take you, Jeff. I’m gonna have some fun with the little guy. Maybe later we’ll switch.”
Both Jeff and Drew immediately placed their hands on the collars, trying to remove them quickly. “I don’t think you want to do that,” Clay and Linc said simultaneously as each sent a shock. “That’s just a tease. These things can deliver near-tazer quality shocks. So let’s get on with the game. Incidentally, if either of you gets more than 50 feet from the remote, the collars will trigger automatically until you are paralyzed and brought down. I really don’t think you want to try that. Besides, we’re all gonna have some fun. We know you boys like doing it with boys. Let’s see how you feel about doing it with real men.”
“So take off those shorts, now. And get down on all fours. No more talking unless we ask a specific question. Every answer should begin or end with ‘Master'”
Jeff was about to protest. So Linc pressed the remote again. Jeff gasped and dropped to his knees. Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, Drew looked over and began to remove his shorts. Jeff followed.
“Now crawl over here and show me how you suck dick. It’s obvious you practice on each other, so we’re expecting professional services.” With these words, Clay and Linc dropped into the Adirondack chairs, spread their legs and placed their assholes at the edge of the chair. Within seconds, Drew and Jeff crawled up to the chairs.
“Wait a minute. I forgot something.” Clay reached into the duffel and pulled out two large black plugs with furry raccoon tails. He handed one to Linc. He spit on the plug, motioned Drew to spin around, and without any further preparation, he pushed the plus deep into Drew’s hole. Drew was about to shout until he saw Clay’s hand reaching for the remote. So he held it in and a few tears dropped from his eyes. Clay motioned him around again—and Drew felt the dildo teasing his prostate and the strange hairy tail between his legs, resting on his balls. The game was repeated with Jeff.
“Now, get over here and suck, pups. No hands. You’re about to get your first taste of your Masters.” Drew moved into Clay’s crotch and smelled the musky odor. Clay was big, much bigger than Jeff, and Drew had to stretch his lips to encompass the girth. Soon Clay released a few squirts of pre-cum which Drew swallowed without difficulty. “Now lick those balls. Get’m nice and wet.” Drew bathed the sacs and drew his tongue up the long shaft, once again pulling the bulb inside. He sucked in his cheeks creating a nice warm vacuum. Then, without further warning, came the explosion from the rock hard 9 incher. Drew swallowed, but it overflowed, dripping to the porch floor. “You do know that you’re gonna lick that up after you clean me off don’t you? By the way, if you cum without my permission—or if you dare to touch your dick, that’s worth a shock or two. Your ass and your dick are mine. Remember that. How do I taste? You may speak, slave.”
“Delicious, Master. I can’t wait for an encore.”
Linc repeated the act with Jeff as Clay teased Drew by pulling and pushing on the plug, hitting the prostate with each pass. Drew’s cock rose, darkened and looked ready to pop. “I don’t think you want to do that, boy. Better find some self-control. Now tell me where you guys keep the rest of the stash. Surely you brought more than a few weeds.”
“It’s in a baggie in the green knapsack on the bunk.”
“Go get it—and don’t forget the Master. Bring it here to me.” Drew was about to rise. “No, slave, on your knees always. A slave never stands in the presence of his Master without a specific command.” So Drew crawled into the cabin, extracted the baggie and brought it back in his teeth to Clay. “Nice stash. This should keep us for the game. Now stay right here beside me and let me play with that tail.” Clay reached over and began to pull and swirl the tail, sending shock waves up Drew’s spine. He knew he was about to cum. He couldn’t hold it.
Meanwhile, Linc, who was a little put out by the fact that Jeff was taller—and his dick was larger—than Linc’s, was doing his best to belittle Jeff. After he had spunked into Jeff’s mouth, he had squeezed his thighs together and trapped Jeff head in his crotch, his lips still wrapped around the shrinking dick, his eyes glued to Linc’s hairy muscled belly which was beginning to soften with the consumption of so much beer. Jeff was consumed by the musky odors emanating from Linc’s crotch. “I do think I’m going to enjoy putting this big guy in his place. Too bad we didn’t bring the cage. I’d love to see his little dick trapped and locked up. He’s not gonna need it anymore anyway. He is going to be so cock-hungry for me that he’s going to forget he’s a boy or that he’s got a dick. He’s just gonna be my pussyboi.”
Clay swatted the back of his neck hard, startling everyone. “I think the skeeters are out. Let’s head in.” Clay and Linc rose from the chairs, clipped leashes on the collars and walked their pups inside. They noted the two beds pushed together and the open sleeping bags, thus proving their initial idea that the boys were doing each other. Linc motioned Jeff to one of the beds, pushed him down on his stomach with his big foot and began to tie his wrists and ankles spread-eagle on one of the beds. He rolled one of the bags and pushed it under Jeff’s gut, positioning his ass high and inviting. Actually, Linc preferred the bondage to the high-tech collars. He really got off by fucking a totally immobilized young ass. He would have Jeff whimpering for his meat. He knew how to make a young buck hungry for his master’s cock.
Drew was similarly lashed to the other bunk. Linc and Clay finished stripping, smoked another hand-rolled, gulped a shot of vodka and proceeded to position themselves in the leg V of each of the boys. Clay removed the plug by pulling on the raccoon tail. Then he used the tail to whip Drew’s cheeks. Finally, he squirted some lube into the opening that had remained distended because of the plug and drove his unwrapped pole deep inside. Drew whimpered in pain. Clay began a relentless assault on the young boy’s ass, hitting the prostate with almost every drive. Drew started to leak. “Don’t cum, boy, if you know what’s good for ya.” Clay came with a shout and fell on Drew’s back. He rolled off, scooped up the plug and re-inserted. “I need to make sure my stuff stays inside. That way you’ll be addicted to my cum. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be begging to swallow my cum and take it in the ass.” Then he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Linc was far less gentle with Jeff. First he used the dildo to widen Jeff’s chute as Jeff writhed in pain. Then he jammed four un-lubed fingers inside, reaching so deep that the curled palm of Linc’s fist was inside the rim. He reached up with the thumb and placed it on Jeff’s taint as he used three of his longest fingers to scrape the prostate while he pinched with the thumb. Jeff began to moan in pain and pleasure—so Linc grabbed his old hanky and stuffed it inside Jeff’s mouth. “I think you’re open enough to take my monster now.” Linc pulled his hand out and quickly plunged inside. Without lube, the friction was tremendous—and Linc shot prematurely after only three thrusts. “You fuckin’ bastard. You made me cum so quickly. Just for that, you’re gonna get another.” But Linc, like Clay had also drunk and smoked a little much. While he waited for his cock to recover, he closed his eyes. His snores fouled the quiet night within seconds.
Drew looked over at Jeff and mouthed the words, “How are we going to get out of this?” Both guys were tied to a bunk. Both wore shock collars. Both had bigger, rougher “partners” stretched out beside them. It seemed hopeless. They would just need to endure this—only for a day or so, they hoped.
Then, they heard the sound of an ATV approaching the cabin in the quiet night. The engine stopped and the young ranger appeared at the screened door. He had seen the large red 4 by 4 go through the park gate almost three hours before. He knew it belonged to a local guy who was regularly in trouble. All the cabin kerosene lights were on. So silently, he opened the door and surveyed the scene. Neither Jeff nor Drew could signal anything, but hoped the ranger would realize the situation without explanation. The ranger cut Jeff’s wrist cuff bond and Jeff pointed to the collars and the remotes. Soon both collars were removed. Then he cut Jeff and Drew loose—and they both reached for shorts.
Jeff reached for a knife and cut the braided cords from which the remotes dangled. Then the ranger called out to the intruders. “Time to wake up.” He handed Jeff two cable ties. Jeff knew what to do and immediately cuffed the two guys. “Now does someone want to explain to me what is going on here? I can smell the pot—and your fire outside is clearly unattended. The party is over guys. Here, I thought you Colorado guys were nice boys. What the fuck is going on?”
“These two guys arrived as we were finishing up for the day. They wanted to party. We refused—or at least we suggested another day. Then, Drew and I fell asleep and awoke some time later to find these shock collars. I think we were drugged. We’ve both been raped.”
Clay looked at Linc, then at Phil. “It wasn’t quite like that Phil. When they were in the store yesterday, they invited us to party and told us they had some good weed. We arrived as expected and brought a case of beer—most of which is still cooling in the lake. We found this big guy balls deep in the little guy’s ass. They invited us to make it a real party. All of us soon had our dicks in someone’s ass. Then it got a little kinky. They wanted to play slave/master. So I brought out the collars. They wanted to be tied up. So we obliged them. What you’ve got here is a couple of city femboy fags from radical Colorado–who have illegal weed and booze, hoping to have some fun with local Wyoming real mountain men. They were high when we arrived, and they asked for it and then regretted their decision when they saw how big Linc and I are. You’ll find the rest of the weed in the little guy’s backpack.”
“It doesn’t look to me like we’re going to resolve this issue right here. Two very different stories. I don’t know these boys at all, but I know your rep Linc. I tend to think we are looking at unwelcome sex or at least sex that got out of hand after too much booze and too much weed. I’m not judging whether it was rape or not. The closest police department is nearly an hour away—and they’re probably sleeping by now. If I arrest you guys, I can’t leave the park. I’m on duty and the only ranger here. So I’ll have to call them to pick you all up. They’re going to be plenty mad at losing a night’s sleep because of some kids acting up. I know they are not gay-friendly. And you’re gonna be at least overnight in jail. We’ve got the illegal weed. We’ve got a fire safety violation. And possibly we’ve got a rape or two. We’ve got two local boys who are not known to be gay, but both often in trouble. And I don’t know about you young boys. What’ll it be guys? You tell me.”
Jeff was quick to respond, “Just get them outta here. We don’t want to see them again.”
Phil looked over at Clay, “I think you guys just got a pardon. Get the fuck out of here, now. You are not welcome in this park this summer.” Phil cut the cable ties. Linc and Clay quickly dressed and ran to the truck. Soon they were history.
“I’m not a medical professional, but I’ve had first aid training. Do either of you guys need anything? Did they tear you up? I presume you were all barebacking. Fortunately AIDS is not a major problem here.”
Jeff looked over at Drew who was clearly staring at Phil’s denim covered basket. Phil was a very attractive man. “Perhaps, you should do a quick inspection to make sure we aren’t bleeding. Those guys didn’t use condoms—or lube—and there is always the possibility of STD.” Jeff dropped his shorts and bent over the bed; Drew followed. Phil approached Jeff and carefully spread cheeks and used his fingers to open the anal cavity. Then he did the same to Drew.
“I don’t see any blood so it doesn’t look like they split anything open. But there’s plenty of cum. I suggest you wash up thoroughly—and get tested when you get home. But, I can see why those guys wanted to play games with you two. Those are two of the nicest boy asses I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t mind an invitation to join you guys. Those chutes look nice and tight. But the key word here is ‘invitation.’ I wouldn’t force anything.”
Jeff was shocked at Phil’s words. He hadn’t expected anything so unprofessional from a ranger. He looked over at Drew who looked like he was about to fall asleep, and was obviously in a little pain. “I know we are not ready for anything more right now. We’re exhausted. I’m not even sure whether we are going to stay at the cabin, but we’ll make that decision after we get a few hours of sleep. If we’re here tomorrow night, we love to share some of our food—and see where it goes from there. You’ll know by mid-morning whether we are leaving or not.”
So Phil returned to the ATV and to his ranger station for the night, hoping that the next day would bring some relief from his loneliness.
********
The boys went to the shower which fortunately was filled with warm water. They luxuriated in the water and cleaned themselves out as best they could. Then they returned to the cabin, turned off the lights, and stretched out on the sleeping bags. Jeff pulled Drew into a deep spoon as his lips met Drew’s neck. Not another word was spoken. Both were asleep within minutes. Trauma had given way to healing sleep. But, Jeff dreamed that Phil had stayed to help them.
The next morning, as they were deciding whether to pack up and leave, Phil arrived. He wasn’t in uniform. “I’m off for three days as of today. I wanted to come by and see if you’re okay after last night.”
“We’re okay, but we’re leaving. The cabin, the lake and the woods no longer have the same attraction that they had before last night. Now it seems a bit dangerous. We hate to cut our last vacation short, but this place is just sinister.”
“I was afraid you might feel that way. I didn’t want you to leave feeling disappointed because a few of our self-appointed tour guides overplayed their hands. I have a cabin that is just a few miles outside the entrance. I’d be pleased if you would be my guest for a day or so.”
Jeff looked at Drew with questioning eyes. Both felt attracted to Phil—and they intuitively trusted him. They were not ready to return to the “reality” of life in suburban Denver. They had experienced the worst—but before that they had experienced really good sex. They didn’t want to go home with bad memories. Drew nodded. “Okay, we accept. We’ll get the truck filled and follow you. We’ve got enough food to share for a couple of days—and some beer and a little weed, if you’re interested.”
The loading was quick and they followed Phil back to the station where he exchanged the ATV for his own Jeep. It turned out his cabin was indeed only a few miles from the entrance—it belonged to friends, and he had use of it on his days off for most of the summer. Phil planned to return to school—in forestry management—for his masters, so the summer position worked well for him.
Phil led them into the larger, more modern cabin. He showed them a guest room with its own bath and two twins. “You guys can be in here. I use the master for myself. Feel free to make this home for a few days. After lunch, we can hike around the lake. We can barbeque tonight—and there is a hot tub.” The guys unloaded some food and few other personal items. Then they stripped down to commando cargo shorts and tees.
Phil emerged a few minutes later. We too was dressed like the boys. He was really good-looking, about 23 years old, with brown hair and sun-bleached tips, deep green eyes and a ruddy-tanned complexion. Obviously, he worked out and his tight cargo shorts (like his jeans) did nothing to hide his enormous package.
“I think that I need to make a suggestion. It’s pretty obvious that you guys are experimenting with your sexuality. At this point, you probably don’t know what you want—but it doesn’t take much imagination to see that your hormones and your little heads are in charge and that you’re into each other big time. Last night was an unfortunate detour—don’t let a couple of redneck homophobes destroy your future.”
“I’m gay. I’ve known I was gay for almost ten years—but there isn’t much opportunity to experiment or play in these parts. I’m not going to require—or even ask—anything of you guys. You’re free to do what you want, dress as you want—or just relax while you are here. But, having said that, if you’d like a playmate, I’m in. You are very attractive young hunks. I think I can show you some things that you haven’t even thought about.”
“But if we play, given your experience last night, we do it safely. You and I will all wrap. Always. And you two should do so until you can be tested and pronounced clean. And, another obvious rule: no one is forced to do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable with. No definitely means no. Stop definitely means stop.”
Drew took the initiative again. “Thanks, Phil. We are not even sure we’re gay. I don’t think we are, but certainly we enjoy each other, and not just because there are no girls around. Is this just convenient puppy love driven by young hormones—or are we really gay? This is all new to us. We are definitely willing students. I guess we’ve learned that there are some who assume that because someone is gay, he are open to anything and anyone. That’s a lesson we’ve definitely learned. We’re glad to be here, ‘teach’. My Daddy used to always say that when you fall off the bike, you get back on right away. One bad experience is not going to change us. You’re gonna get your chance to show us how good it can be. I’m ready to climb on that bike with you.”
“So let’s get rid of these clothes.” With those words, he unbuttoned, dropped the cargos and pulled the tee over his head. Jeff paused a few seconds; then he too stripped.
“I guess the host needs to make his guests feel comfortable.” Phil dropped trou and fluffed his large, already chubbed dick. It was thick, long and uncut and the hood was already drawing back from the apple-shaped purple-red head. “Shall we get some lunch—or did you have something else in mind?” Phil couldn’t believe his luck. It was going to be a great three day break, perhaps the highlight of his summer, spent in the company of two good looking young guys who wanted to be taught.
“I’m having dessert first.” Drew fell to his knees, crawled to Phil and sucked hard on the ripe apple at the end of his pole. Phil jolted and was immediately hard and erect. He placed his hands behind his head, arched his hips forward, sucked his gut in, and started the familiar thrust and parry, face-fucking. Jeff, seeing their muscular host being sucked by his boy, became immediately erect and stepped into the picture. Drew pulled back, took a deep breath and plunged forward, drawing close to half of Phil into his throat. He swirled his tongue and his hands reached up and began the massage of Phil’s boiling balls, his fingers crawling toward the familiar territory of the anus. “Come on, Phil. I’m waiting. Give me that cream. I’ve already tasted that big strawberry.”
Then he felt Jeff’s tongue invading his ass. “Oh, shit guys, this feels so good. I’m gonna get it from both ends.” So Jeff penetrated and started stroking as he held Drew in place by gripping his dick and balls with both fists. Seconds later, Phil pumped and shot. Jeff ripped off the condom and began to splurge over Drew’s pretty white bubble butt. And Drew exploded into Jeff’s fists. Their first threesome. Drew was the centerpiece, but Phil was absolutely the god and master of ceremonies!
“Here’s another lesson, boys. Never waste fresh boy cum. And never miss a chance to compare the taste of several batches. There is way too much good stuff going wasted. I’m gonna lick Jeff’s cum from Drew’s ass. You Jeff get to clean my dick.” Phil stretched out on the carpet; Drew sat on Phil’s face; Jeff began to slurp the liquid from Phil’s now unwrapped monster. “And Drew, that spunk on the floor isn’t going to clean itself up.”
“Glad you came by, guys. Let’s have some lunch. I think we’re going to need a lot of strength. Kids don’t learn well on an empty stomach.”
In the afternoon, they hiked to the crest of a nearby mountain—only about 5000 feet high, just 2000 feet above the plateau on which the cabin had been built. All the guys were in great shape—and the fact that they all lived every day at altitude made the climb relatively easy. But the views were distant and beautiful. They rested, teased each other into hardness (without orgasm to heighten their desire) and returned to the camp—traveling somewhat faster on the descent. But they were nevertheless soaked with perspiration when they arrived.
“What’ll it be guys—the lake or the hot tub?”
“I vote for the hot tub. I’ve had enough cool showers and colder swims in the last few days.”
“I thought so. I turned it on before we left. Just roll back the cover.”
The cabin had been built close to the edge of a high mesa and the deck had been cantilevered over the river gorge which fed the lake. This was where they found the hot tub. Once again the views were terrific. All three guys were soon relaxing in the warm bubbly water. The air was clean and warm; the views (the mountains in the distance and the bodies a few feet away) were terrific; and the hard jets of water and bubbles were teasing all their most important parts. All were hard again within minutes.
Phil needed to be careful. He wanted both of these guys, but he realized they had just awakened their sexuality—with each other—and probably were already beginning to bond, not just as the bros who had been raised together, but as lovers. Drew didn’t seem to have been injured by the intruders, but Jeff seemed to be still a little sore. He had definitely taken the worst of the attacks.
So Phil decided that although he was typically the aggressor and top, he was going to let them set the pace. He turned the conversation to the future. He explained his plans to be working on his Masters’ in forestry management at UW in the fall. He talked a little about his family (all Wyoming ranchers) and let it be known that, although he had had some experience as an undergraduate, he wasn’t currently hooked with anyone. It had been a long dry summer, so far.
Drew responded and described their fall plans—and then explained that he and Jeff had been experimenting with man on man sex for only a few days. He didn’t think either was ready to commit—or even to acknowledge that they were gay—although perhaps they were both bi. “I’m probably more of a bottom. Jeff is definitely a top.”
“So how do you want to play this, guys? Or do you want to play at all?”
“If Jeff is okay with it, I’d like you to fuck me, Phil.”
Jeff nodded, realizing that, although he had allowed Drew to top him a few times, he definitely preferred to be the pitcher. Now more than ever since he was still quite sore. He definitely wanted to get it on with Phil, but he preferred to let Drew take the first hit.
And thus the next few days unfolded. Drew’s back was dripping cum all the time. Phil took him, then Jeff. A few hours later they switched the order. And so it continued.
And Drew got to compare. Phil’s cock was larger—longer and thicker. He knew exactly how to treat the prostate. When he bottomed, he hit the deep barrier. With Jeff, Drew felt an affection and a bond. Drew could already tell the difference between a skilled hook and a regular partner.
On the last day, Phil took Jeff, stretching wider, probing deeper, poking the prostate harder than Drew had done. Jeff was left exhausted and empty. He was more than ever convinced that he was a top, but he had to admit that Phil had shown him how to treat a bottom. Phil had taught him how to extend an encounter and to edge a partner to near hysteria—before exploding.
But of course, the week was soon over. The pickup was packed and the two guys, having experienced more sex than at any other time of their lives, and more intensely, and in more ways than they would ever again, drove off toward Denver and home. Both were quiet about the experiences. At first they had been tentative with each other, then violently taken by thugs, and finally fully satisfied by a kind and skilled cocksman. They had a lot to think about.
But one thing was agreed: What happens in Wyoming….. They had learned a great deal about themselves—and about the dangers of the world for gay men where, in the eyes of many, just being gay was an invitation to rape-without-legal-consequences. Both were looking forward to the fall and CSU where they had decided to be roommates so they could continue to learn what the future held for them—alone, or perhaps as a couple. They had that unique chance to start all over—but this time with a foundation of sexual knowledge and the experience of knowing each other. BD