Au Naturel

It's Just All About Getting Your Rocks Off
In The Rockies

John Brackett leaned back in his chair and let out a whooping bellow of laughter.

"You claim that's hot," he snorted, nearly choking on his beer. "You, my friend, don't know what hot is. Let me tell you . . . "

Lawrence and Sid hunched forward, eager to hear the tale John was going to tell. Of the three, John was always the best, whether telling tall stories or just passing on, mater-of-factly, the sensual adventures of the previous night. No one was ever sure where the truth lay. Everything was so believable and at the same time seemed to be the fruit of John's vivid imagination. Only when he was talking about a mutual happening were his friends sure. Even then, when John told about it, it seemed sexier, more appealing, more colorful, better than they remembered. Yet no one ever caught him embellishing history. John was just a damn good story teller.

" . . . about my experience in Colorado.

"I'd flown to Denver to visit my aunt. Money made me do it. She may remember me fondly some day. But it got boring, quick. Ended up with this stud I met at the airport going off on an adventure.

"Knock it off, La-a-rence! You fag! You never scoped out the action at a terminal? Don't feed me that shit!"

o o o

John let the wind lift his hand, aerodynamics he didn't understand but knew it would happen. The sun was warm, growing hot. He shifted in the seat to watch Billy manhandling the wheel, stomping and shifting gears as they climbed highter into the Rockies. He sighed and lightly touched Billy's corded arm. A reality check. Billy shot him a sparking smile and whooped. His shout was lost in the yammering of the engine and thundering of the water below them in the gorge.

They'd left before daylight. John told Aunt Martha Billy was an old friend and the trip to the mountains was part of why he'd come to visit. Since she hadn't expected him, the sudden departure didn't cause a problem.

He'd known he would get along with Billy when he locked eyes with him at the airport. Get along! Wanted to eat him alive and just knew the feeling was mutual.

John shifted on the seat as Billy whumped over a wash. The jolt shivered his insides, setting off tingles. He stroked his hand across his chest. Grabbing his shoulder he planted a wet kiss on his own forearm. The jiggling, jumbling motion had him hard. John ran his hand up his thigh and cupped the stiffness bouncing there. His eyes moved down Billy's torso and found a matching bulge in the driver's seat.

John let out an exuberant cry, laying his head back and screaming at the crystal sky. Billy slowed, stopped, set the break and then freed John from his shoulder harness. John didn't move. He stared at the sky and then cried out again. Billy had lowered his head into John's lap. His breath was hot, nearly as hot as the sun which warmed John's arms, his shoulders, kissed his chest.

Billy popped the buttons on John's shorts and lifted out the hard member he had been sucking through the cloth. John groaned as his dick got harder. Billy rolled its head across his wet lips. Opening them he closed them softly over that glowing dickhead. John groaned and gasped his approval.

John's body was burning. His hips lifted out of the seat then slammed back down. Billy was holding tight to the edge of that seat, his head moving in oposition to John's trusting. Billy moaned low, sucking hard. Rubbing his tingling glans against the roof of Billy's mouth, John shoved. Billy twisted, corkscrewing it in. Together they worked John's rigid staff deep into Billy's throat.

The convertible was bounding, threatening to break free and roll back down the trail -- or tumble into the canyon. Billy's gyrations grew faster. John's cries came quicker and louder. His hot meat slammed in and then glided out of the sucking maw. He wanted more. Tugged Billy up into his arms. Stripping off his shorts and then Billy's, John took a firm grip on those tempting cheeks and told Billy just what he wanted.

They tried positioning in the front seat. John laid back and pulled that hot ass right into his face. Billy was squirming and wiggling. Cheeks spread, a hot tongue searched that crack and tickled Billy's hole. He now howled at the sky. They shifted to the back seat. Billy leaned out, baced on the trunk, spread himself and shook his butt in John's face. John dove in, holding Billy's cock for leverage, opening his way with his other hand. He was licking, sucking, chewing on that meat. His tongue rolled around and over and then pressed in on Billy's quivering ass hole. John was drooling, feasting. Billy pressed back, then spread his legs wider, kneeling on the back of the rear seat.

With no warning, John pulled Billy back and lifted up to meet him -- hard dick resting, throbing in the wet crack. Billy grunted his approval. He reached back and spread himself. John deftly rolled on a condom while fingering in and out of Billy's waiting orifice. Three fingers had been swallowed by the time he was suited up. John thrust forward, guiding himself with the hand that knew the way. Hard dickhead met soft pucker and plunged on in. Billy yelped. John grunted, and keep pressing forward. Billy didn't resist, even bucked back to engulf the invader.

Sun beaming. Bodies thrashing. They coupled with a wildness that tempted fate as the car rocked. They were glistening with sweat, groaning as John pistoned in and out. Balls jangled against balls. Billy leaned farther forward, lifting his ass, begging for John to drive in deeper, harder. The pace grew frantic. All the pent up sexual tension between them came pouring out in an animal rut. Billy shoved back enough to give himself room to grasp his cock. He begain jacking madly. Trembling under John's constant pounding, he could not stop.

Billy spewed, cum running down the back of the seat. His butt, clinching with each spasm, locked tighter on John. John's fingers dug into Billy's hips. He shoved in, groaning, once more, twice and then froze. Cock buried deep in Billy, John begain to whine. His body shook. His dick engourged even fuller, packing Billy with hot throbbing meat. It pulsed. Cum blasted from John's balls, burning its way out. Billy felt the heat and force of it inside and shouted. John couldn't unlock his legs. Trembling, sheathed in Billy, he continued to whine as a second blast erupted, then a third smaller one, a fourth, and then his body was surging, struggling to find and expend more, feeling pleasure begin to fade.

They left their shorts on the floor. Billy claimed there was no need for clothing at the cabin anyway it was so remote. "To enjoy the beauty of nature and appreciate it all one must be 'au naturel' all the time," he stated as they arrived after another two hours of hard diving.

John accused him of just wanting to keep temptation in view. Billy gave him a sly grin, a wink and no denial. It worked. John was all over him again before they even unpacked.

They got everything including the groceries inside. Then nothing got put up. Except for John in Billy, again. He attacked him right on the cabin floor, in the middle of the colorful rag rug. John wrestled Billy down and then started eating his way from those teasing lips south. He licked up, down and around on Billy's cock and balls. He chuckled as Billy moaned and urged him on. Crawling and crouching over Billy he let his meat hang temptingly over Billy's face as he continued to wash Billy's cock with his tongue.

Billy lifted his head and sucked John's dick in. John lowered his hips and eased his shaft into that warm casing. Then, for a brief while, there was no sound but that of soft slurping and sucking from both ends of the strange beast that writhed on the cabin floor.

John disengaged first. Sitting up he pulled Billy's torso with him -- ending with a hot pair of buns mooning the ceiling before him. He gently ran his familiar hand between them. He rubbed and carressed Billy's bung hole. From down below rose a muffled but clearly happy cry. John leaned in and licked slowly from one end of that great divide to the other. Billy's body was trembling again. John grasped it firmly and lowered his head. He burrowed in with his tongue, licking across and around Billy's ready pulsing pucker. John, licked, sucked and thrust with his tongue.

Billy was thrashing in his grasp, crying out over and over, "Yes! Oh fuck, yes. More! Fuck, yes."

John sat up, letting his fingers again run on that now thoroughly wet and willing opening. Slowly, first one and then two digits slid in and out, then in, then out. Billy's voice was louder now, pleading with John. Still John moved at his own pace. Leaving three fingers inserted, wiggling, he rotated his wrist, twisted his arm, letting the fingers glide deeper and tug Billy's hole open wider.

When John left the tangle Billy knew why. He was back before Billy had time to do more than unbend and give one sensual stretch.

"Show me that ass, baby. I'm still hungry. And now, I've got another present for you," growled John as he rolled on the second rubber of the day.

Billy complied, rolling over and lifting his rear into the air resting his head on his left forearm. Billy used his right hand to stroke firmly on his own aching cock. John thrust his arms under Billy's thighs and lifted. He bent in to meld his mouth with Billy's waiting man pussy. He left that hole dripping in slobber and spit. He used the pre-cum lube from Billy's drippy dick on his latex covered rod. Keeping one arm around Billy he used the other hand to guide his missile. He knew the way. He hit the target and pumped in with a hard grunt.

Billy responded with a wild thrust back and an exclamation. "Fuck! Oh-h-h-h-h, yes!!" He continued giving John urgent instructions, calling out passionate pleas. "Ride my hot ass, you stud. Do it again, and again, and again. Harder, butt fucker! Ah-h-h-h, yes!! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!!"

As they bucked against each other, sensations mounting, the words flew. John was gripping Billy's hips, tugging and thrusting steadily. His tempo gradually increased as Billy's love channel squeezed and milked on John's pumping prick. The drive of John's own hips banging against Billy's firm butt cheeks added a smacking, slapping accompaniment to their raunchy exchange.

Slowly the hot words faded. They were replaced by animal grunts and groans, high pitched cries and guttural moans. Billy's hand was wildly jerking on his cock, racing for a high to match the heat burning between his buttocks. John 's body was starting to tremble again. He was quivering as lust's fire took over, sending his hips into spasms he could no longer control.

He let out one final yell, telling the mountains around them that he was cumming. He slammed hard into Billy and rose. He lifted Billy impaled on his pulsing cock as it ejaculated. The rush of cum poured out to fill the reservoir on the tip of the rubber. Billy groaned and started trembling. His hand was a blur. With a rush his jism poured out. It spurted and then bubbled, splashing and dripping all over his face and on the rug. Billy openend his mouth to catch the final burst. He rolled it on his tongue and moaned with pleasure. They collapsed on the splattered rug.

The bathing facilities were ultra rugged, unless you wanted to haul in water and heat it on the stove. Out back was a miniature water tank filled by a pipe from a spring fed stream higher up. Billy got John under the tank, pulled a rope and out showered ice water. That finished the shriveling of John's cock. It was too cold for any wet sex play. They just soaped and rinsed quickly, teeth chattering.

Back in the cabin Billy played Boy Scout and got both the fireplace and the kitchen's wood stove pouring out heat. John danced in front of the open flames toasting his nearly frozen body. As his backside warmed he turned and thrust his pelvis forward. He felt to be sure there wasn't an icicle hanging between his legs like it felt.

Billy, busy in the kitchen, saw his gyrations. He yelled at John, "It's still there, ass hole. Don't overheat it. That's my meat you're toasting. I prefer chowing down on raw tube steak not some flame-blackened hot dog. Gona have hot soup and fried bologna sandwiches in just a minute, buddy."

John heard his stomach rumble. The meal sounded fantastic. He backed away from the crackling logs and stretched out on the couch. His circulations was returning to normal. His fingers, toes and dick were tingling. He sat up to give Billy room. Together they devoured the sandwiches. John sipped his mug of soup and the second helping and then the third. Toasted inside and out he leaned into Billy and then snuggled down. He let his legs hang over th arm of the sofa, his head on Billy's thigh.

Billy sat still. His near hand rested, stroking lightly, on John's slowly undulating chest. He could feel John's heart beating. They watched the flickering flames, full, content, gathering strength.

Billy gathered a little quicker this time. John discovered this fact when he shifted his head in Billy's lap and found a semi-hard prick poking his ear. Billy moved his hand over John's shoulder and back onto his chest. His fingers touched lightly on John's ribs, counting them down, reaching for his hip. They rested their gently and then slid off to rest softly fluttering on John's awakening privates. Billy used his fingers to lightly touch and tease John's cock up into a hard pulsing boner again.

Jon rolled his head, stretching with a sigh. He was now face to face with Billy's blood pumped erection. "M-m-m-m-m, desert," he muttered. He flicked his tongue out to lick against the hot flesh throbbing before his eyes.

Billy tensed his buttocks, making his cock jump, smacking John's face. At the same time he wrapped his fist firmly around John's hot fleshy shaft and began to stroke. A bust of air flew from between John's lips. It tickled across Billy's throbbing prick, setting it quivering.

Billy turned loose of John's cock and with both hands rolled him off onto the rug. John yelled in surprise. A heavy grunt punctuated his landing which was followed immediately by a louder one as Billy smacked down on top of him.

"You shit he- . . ." John's comment was cut short as Billy forced his tongue into John's open mouth, stifling all protest.

The tussled, a sensual wrestling match in the firelight. Hard bodies and even harder cocks rubbing.

o o o

"Well that was just the start of a wild week in the raw. We never did get dressed. Wasn't any need to. All we did inside and out was eat, sleep and . . .

"So you don't believe it? Fuck you, ass hole!"

John pushed away from the table. Standing right beside Sid he slid his pants down and off his slim hips. He waggled his clearly sun blistered butt at the table. Lawrence and Sid stood and bowed respectfully. Two tables down, Mike Shaw stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a raucous wolf whistle.