Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 14:47:22 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 7

Thank you for your emails. They have been an encouragement.

SEA CHANGE, PT 7

As much as Daniel and I had reduced our requirements for the trip, there
was one thing we could not toss to "lighten the load"--food. Bicycling is
one of those endurance sports where you actually need to eat while you are
doing it. As many miles and hours as we planned to cycle each day, we
needed a lot of food. And though we planned to buy one meal a day on the
road, we needed to carry food for evenings, breakfasts, and snacks. We
could replenish those stocks daily, but we would still need to carry food.

When we were done packing, my rear, top rack bag was used mainly for
spares, bike tools, brake pads, chain tools and parts, patch kits, bike
cable locks, etc. Instead of a top rack bag, Daniel strapped on the
tent. Our handle bar bags were loaded primarily with maps, compass, snacks,
caps, shades, sun screen, repellent, wallets (with traveler's checks),
tissue, KY, and other items we wanted handy.

Between the two rear panniers we distributed food, light mess kits, flash
lights, shampoo (to serve also as soap and shave cream), toothbrush and
paste, brush/comb, razor, deodorant, swim chamois, an ultra-light air
mattress each, and clothes. The clothing was minimal. We had some fast
drying nylon swim trunks, a couple of T-shirts and tank tops, extra socks,
an extra bike jersey and shorts, light sandals, and yes, the skimpy swim
suits that Daniel had bought for us. There was also a deck of cards. We
both strapped on our light mummy bags and foam ground pads over all of this
with bungie cords and had three water bottles each, along with our bike
pumps.

We wore helmets. Something my dad paid for and insisted on.

We looked like serious cyclists. We felt like serious cyclists. We were
ready.

THE TOUR BEGINS

We had spent the night at my grandparents. My grandmother was up early,
fixing a huge breakfast for which we were grateful. Dad drove us north, out
of town on highway 281. When we hit the first hills of the Balcones
Escarpment, we asked my Dad to drop us off at the top of a hill. (There was
no way we were going to start our trip at the bottom of a hill.)

The hills stretched off green, then purple before us. Not everyone takes to
the hill country of Texas. There are no mountains or pines. But for those
raised in the area, the rivers, bottom lands, and hill tops were full of
variety, beauty, and adventure. The smells of cedar, oak, and occasional
pecan blended richly in the air. Insects were rarely a problem.  Though it
could be hot in summer, there were often breezes and the nights were always
pleasant. Several cool, spring-fed rivers flowed off the Edward's plateau
and through riverbeds lined with tall cypress trees. Daniel and I were at
the edge of a grand adventure.

After we were unloaded, my dad insisted on double checking us on
everything, including a proper understanding of bicycle safety and traffic
laws as they applied to bicyclists. We were anxious to get going, and I
knew dad was happy for us, but he seemed reluctant to let go. Daniel and I
finally just went ahead and mounted our bikes.

Dad walked up between our bikes and threw an arm over each of our
shoulders. "Let me pray for you boys before you go." We took off our
helmets and dad prayed. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was a
real dad type benedictory prayer. With it, I felt a sense of protection
fall on us and hugged my dad when he was finished. Then we set off.

It was our first hill on bicycles, ever. The hill had not seemed high. But
as we descended we picked up incredible speed. We both braked some to
offload speed (something we quickly learned not to do if we could avoid
it), but still hit the bottom at a great clip. As soon as we started up the
next hill, we began peddling rapidly. And downshifted. And downshifted. And
downshifted. We reached the top of the hill at a crawl.

We stood there wheezing; our lungs burning. "Two...weeks...of...this!" I
panted.

"Half...is...down...hill," Daniel answered.

"Let's...just...do...that...half," I suggested.

We caught our breath, and began down again. We were building speed nicely
when we saw the stop sign at the bottom of the hill. "Who put a fucking
stop sign at the bottom of a hill?" Shouted Daniel, "How stupid!"

"Don't stop completely," I shouted, "just make sure no one is coming."

But someone was coming. Several someones. We had to come to a full
stop. When there was finally a break in traffic, we began again in our
bottom gears, slowly, and never made it to a higher gear all the way back
up to the top of the next hill. I hate to admit it, but we dismounted and
walked our bikes up the last part. Just about the time I was thinking of
trying to find a phone and catch my dad at grandma's before he left town so
we could bail on the whole idea, we crested the hill and saw a cyclist's
dream lying before us; a very long, gradually sloping, no stop signs,
downhill. It went for three or four miles. The next hill was a short
one. Then it was flat for a while. Then, when we had to climb a long hill,
we did damn well at it.

By lunch time, we were beginning to get a feel for the hills and how to
handle them. We stopped to eat at a small town cafe. Our bikes and clothes
got some stares, but people were not completely unfamiliar with bicyclists
in the hill country. After lunch, we rested at a park for a few minutes and
refilled water bottles.

That afternoon, we began to do even better on the hills, learning little
tricks to make things easier. And we began to enjoy the countryside
more. We even had enough breath to talk, mainly about the days ahead.

Our first overnight was at a state park on a small section of dammed
river. We got there before dark and found our camping spot. I was glad we
were there while it was still daylight. It was only our second time to set
up the tent (we had done it once before, in Houston, to make sure the tent
was OK), and our first time to set up camp.

We were also tired. We ate some food while sitting on the roots of a large
Cypress tree next to the river. Then we changed to swimsuits at the
camper's restroom. I was not ready to try the new suits in public so we
wore regular nylon swim trunks.

The river bottom was muddy, but the water was clear and cool. We floated in
it and swam until it became dark. It revived us. We drifted back between
roots of the same Cypress tree we used for our supper table. I chest deep
water, we embraced.

In the growing dark, we pulled off our trunks and draped them over the tree
roots. Our cocks were hard, our balls floating up around them as we came
together and held each other close. We stood, kissing and fondling and
soothingly rubbing sore bottoms.

The river was flowing gently in the shallows. It washed past us and between
our legs. From the dam further down, came a steady little roar. Daniel took
my face in his hands and kissed me full on the lips while my hands held his
waist. He leaned to whisper in my ear, "Beloved. My beloved." He pressed
his forehead hard to mine and asked me, "Does that sound silly? I've wanted
to call you that before." He kissed me again.

I pulled his belly to mine. "It sounds wonderful. You are beloved to me
too, you know; mi corazon."

Daniel draped his arms over my shoulder and hugged my neck as he said, "I
do not want this trip to ever end." Then he pressed his mouth my neck and
wrapped his legs around my waist. He gently rubbed the side of his face
against mine. And laid his head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arms around
him and held him as he relaxed against me.

Lights had come on in tents and farther back at the restrooms. The last
light was fading from the western sky. The scent of the river was clean,
but strong. It almost masked the smell of meat cooking from one of the
campsites.. I could hear children at one of the sites calling out to each
other in play. Their voices echoed through the trees.

I bounced us lightly and walked slowly back and forth through the water
while Daniel kept his legs around my waist and clung to me.. There was no
moon yet. It grew very dark. The smell of smoke and meat grew stronger as
it wafted down to us.

I wondered if Daniel had fallen asleep on me. I would not wake him. We were
resting. Our cocks had grown soft. Daniel's softness washed against me when
I turned.

Finally, he stirred. His lips rubbed against the nape of my neck. His legs
unwrapped from around me and he stood. His arms were still around my neck
and I still held him in mine. We kissed, several times, lovingly, gently.

"That smell," he said, "is making me hungry again."

"Me too," I agreed as I rubbed my cheek against his. His was cool and soft.

We found our suits and put them on. Then returned to our campsite,
starving. We dug out and ate all the food that we had. There would be none
in the morning. Then in the dark we removed our suits and hung them over
our bicycle crossbars to dry. We climbed into the tent.

It smelled of new nylon and sealer. Even with the foam pads, air
mattresses, and mummy bags under us, the ground was a little hard.

We found each other in the darkness. Daniel rolled on top of me. We kissed.

"How tired are you?" I asked.

"Dead tired. You?"

"Yep."

We laid there. Daniel fell asleep on top of me. I fell asleep with the
weight of his body comforting me.

Someone called out in the night from one of the other campsites and woke
me. Daniel was lying on his stomach beside me. I climbed out of the tent to
take a leak. The moon was up, so I moved behind the tent. It was late. All
the campsite lights were out.

When I climbed back into the tent. I snuggled up to Daniel on my stomach,
throwing a leg over his butt and an arm over his shoulders. My cock and
balls pressed pleasantly between us. I woke that way in the early light
when Daniel slid out from under me. He slipped on shorts, got out, and
walked around behind the tent. I heard him pissing.

I continued to lie on my stomach, closing my eyes to the unwelcome
morning. Daniel returned. I heard him zip up the tent. Then I felt his
naked body lie down on mine. His cock began to grow hard in my butt
crack. Morning was looking better.

I squeezed my ass cheeks together. Daniel began to slide up and down
between them.

"Good morning," I said.

"Yes it is," he answered as he nibbled my neck.

"I think I'd like my eggs sunny side up," I said, and began to roll over.

"With sausage?" he asked, settling back down on me, face to face, his legs
stretched out between mine.

"With lots of sausage and cream," I answered.

He put his mouth on mine and kissed me hungrily. His cock rubbed against
mine as I wrapped my arms around him. I thought how much better he must be
feeling after a night's rest. I was feeling better too.

I pulled my knees up and wrapped them over his butt as Daniel continued to
rub against me. Our mouths were dry and our breath was foul with the
morning. But the morning was cool; there was the smell of river and trees
in the air; and we were making love.

Daniel reached for the KY at the side of the tent. While holding my mouth
to his, he knelt up enough to apply lubricant to my crack and to his
cock. I lifted my legs higher, and he entered me.

Wrapped close together, still mouth to mouth, he began to move inside me.

I pulled him down to kiss. His balls were hanging low and slapping my
butt. His hard belly pressed against the root of my cock where it ran
between us. We both began to moan.

Something hit the tent. I clinched and Daniel froze. There was a scratching
noise on the fabric and we realized a bird had landed on the tent. "We're
really joining nature, here," I said.

Daniel smiled and held himself all the way into my butt as he made circular
grinding motions. I pushed my butt up to receive them. The air was getting
warm in the tent. Sweat was building between our bodies.

Daniel rose to a more upright position and held my legs back with his
hands. I grabbed my cock and began stroking. My ballsack rose and fell
pleasantly over my perineum as I tugged. Daniel began fast fucking. The
stimulation to my butt increased. I began stroking faster to match his
thrusting.

He pushed my legs farther back and plunged directly down into me. That
brought on my orgasm quickly.  My cum blasted all over my chest, throat,
and face. Daniel's pumping was pushing out all I had.

Though I had cum, the sensations of him inside me remained pleasant,
satisfying. But then he let out a small cry and I felt his cock begin
throbbing and his cum began hitting against my insides. As he slowed, I
realized drops of sweat were falling from his body onto mine. I was covered
in his sweat, my sweat, and cum.

He looked down at me and smiled. "I'm starved!"

I rubbed my hand over the mess on my chest, "Well I have a bit here you can
lap up."

Daniel pulled out, "Let's go wash up. You really need to brush your teeth!"

"I do? I do? Ha!" I rocked up and grabbed him with both hands on his
shoulders and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Take that!" I said, and kissed
him again, "And that!" and kissed him again, a little longer, "and that," I
said more quietly. His arms went around me. "And that," I said once more
and we opened our mouths to each other.

When we finished, I rubbed his butt. "Damn you give me queer feelings."

He moved a hand to my cock and began squeezing, "Are you getting a queer
feeling right now?"

"I don't know. Do that another hour or so and I'll let you know."

"Can't. Your mouth would really be stinking bad by then."

I was on him in a flash, rolling him onto his back beside me and rubbing
the mess on my chest and belly onto him. He was protesting loudly, trying
to push me off. We were both laughing, our legs locking around each other
as we wrestled. We became entangled, our faces inches apart. "Come on,
lover," Daniel said, giving my body a rub with his. "Let's clean you up."

The day was getting warm. We pulled on shorts and packed away everything
but our bicycling clothes and what we would need to clean up and rolled our
bikes up to the restroom. We brushed our teeth and shaved. No one was
around so we left our clothing, toiletries, and chamois on a bench by the
door and stepped into a couple of shower stalls.

The cool water was great. Being clean was great. I turned my shower head to
the side and turned the water all cold. Then gathering handfuls, I began
tossing them over the top onto Daniel. he began firing back. We whooped and
hollered and then fussed about wasting time when we were so hungry. When we
stepped out of the showers, a young dad and five or six year old son were
waiting in towels for the stalls. Both of them were looking at our
midsections with their mouths open.

"We're swimmers," Daniel said, "we shave for swim meets."

The dad looked up at us with a puzzled look, then realized what Daniel had
said. "Oh, sorry," he said, "I was really wondering what you boys ate to
grow dicks that big."

We grabbed our chamois and began drying. As the dad and his son passed
toward the showers, Daniel said, "It's not what we eat. We just use them a
lot." I elbowed Daniel hard.

The dad hung both their towels and guided his boy into a shower
stall. "Well I use mine all the time and it's never grown like that for
me," he grinned. He had a nice size cock I thought.

After the dad stepped into the shower, Daniel leaned close to me and
giggled, "He's been using it on the wrong thing."

Not far from the park entrance we found a little country store with some
foil wrapped food in a hot box. We ate on a bench outside. It seemed like
every little store in hill country small towns had a bench out front.

INKS LAKE

By the end of the third day we were entering the highland lakes area. The
fourth night we spent at Inks Lake State Park. Riding in, we saw the golf
course. It was one reason we included the park on our tour. Daniel loved
golf. We knew they rented clubs and planned to spend the next day playing
golf, in sandals, and swimming in the lake.

We were early enough to ride through the park and pick our own campsite. We
found one that was over a little rise and very private. Not only that, it
had its own little cove off the lake. We stripped to shorts and set up
camp. And then we ate fruit and sandwiches at the site's picnic table while
we watched the sun go down.

I was sitting sideways on the bench, a leg on either side. When he finished
eating, Daniel came over and sat in front of me, leaning back into my
arms. For all the steel and strength the ride was putting into his muscles,
Daniel's skin was still soft.  I ran my hands up his belly and chest and
rubbed my nose in his hair. It had dried stiff with sweat. The smell had a
pleasant sour tang from his helmet. I nuzzled the back of his neck as he
relaxed against me.

We sat quietly, watching the sun setting, and marveled at an absolute
cacophony of sound from what must have been hundreds of red-wing blackbirds
in some reeds across the cove.

"Do you remember that song you wrote for me last summer?" Daniel asked.

"I hope those bird did not remind you of that," I said.

"Yeah, they did. I thought how ugly they were, and how beautiful your song
was. Do you remember it?"

"Of course. I still sing it sometimes."

"How come you never sing it to me?"

"You never ask. I figured you might of thought it was silly. It was a
little corny you know."

"It was not. And I loved it."

"Well the words were a little corny. I never can rhyme. It's hard enough to
get a good melody."

"You wrote it for me, right? It's my song?"

"Well," I chuckled. "I guess. If you want it."

"Then don't call it corny. Sing it to me."

I did not think anyone was close enough to overhear, but my singing voice
can carry. So I sang softly beside Daniel's ear as he wrapped my arms
around him and put his over mine. Lights were coming on across the lake. A
boat passed across our view, out in the middle, its running lights
reflecting across the water. When I finished, Daniel turned his head back
and we kissed.

"I'll never be able to write you a song," he sighed in my arms.

I hugged him and enjoyed the feel of his bare back against my chest. "The
way you make love to me is way better than any silly little song."

"It's my song. Don't call it silly, or I'll make you sing it all night
long."

"For you, I would," I said. I licked salt from his neck and pushed my hips
forward a little to press my hardening cock against him. Then I squeezed
his butt between my legs.

"Ummmm," Daniel laid his head back on my shoulder.

I put my mouth to his neck and sucked on it as I began to rock him back and
forth in my arms. His head still back on my shoulder, Daniel observed,
"There are a lot of stars coming out."

I looked up. Daniel turned his head and kissed me under the ear as I stared
at the sky. All I could see were patches of sky between the trees, but
those patches were thick with stars.

Daniel pulled my arms apart and stood up. Then he took my hand and pulled
me to stand beside him. We kissed. As we did, our hands roamed each other's
backs. We brushed salt crystals from our dried sweat off each
other. Daniel's hands pushed under the back of my shorts and clutched at my
buttocks. He pulled my pelvis to his and gave me a couple of grinds. He
began pushing my shorts down. We let them drop, and then dropped his.

Our cocks were pointing out to either side of our hips as we pressed
together and ran our tongues deep into each other's mouth. His butt felt
muscular in my hands, but clamy and sticky from sweat.

Daniel stepped back and led me by the hand down to the water. We kicked off
our sandals and stepped in. The bottom was covered with gravel and sloped
gently. We walked out to where the water was nipple deep. At that point,
the bottom fell away.

We used our hands to scrub the sweat and dirt from our bodies. Our bath
ended with us stroking each other's cocks and rubbing each other's butts
and kissing. The water was cool and our lovemaking was languid.

Daniel turned his back to me and took my cock in his hand. He backed up,
working me in slowly with only the water as lubricant. I wrapped my arms
around his waist. He kept his hands back on my hip bones to contol our
joining. Once he was all the way back against me, I began moving in long
slow strokes. Even standing, making love in water is different, slower.

Daniel laid one arm over mine and began to stroke himself with the
other. Once more, he laid his head back on my shoulder and looked up at the
sky. He moaned and ground his butt back against me as I pressed into
him. Daniel asked, "Do you like my song?"

I felt his hard slim body against mine, his soft skin, the tight warmth of
his rectum as he ground back against me, his flat belly, his warm breath
against my ear. "Yes. I like your song. Will you sing it to me all night?"

"All night," he arched his back, pushing his head back on my shoulder and
his butt firmly back against me. "All night."

We made love in silence, pleasuring ourselves with each other, and
pleasuring each other. I purposefully moved long and slow, savoring the
feel of Daniel sliding up, then down my shaft, savoring the feel of his
body next to mine, savoring the weight and intimacy of his head lying back
on my shoulder, savoring the feel of the water and the reflection of lights
across the lake.

I would have liked to continue all night. But when I wrapped a hand around
Daniel's cock to help him, a thrill of pleasure ran through my body and my
loins suddenly craved the pressure of his butt as I stroked his long thick
cock in front. I held him firmly with my arm around his waist as I pressed
each thrust into him. Each time I pushed at the end of my thrust, pelvic
reflexes drove me in further and churned my balls.

My pace remained constant, restrained by the water; but my orgasm was
coming and I wanted it. I wanted Dan to want it his too and moved my hand
to the base of his cock, driving each stroke far down his shaft..

Daniel's legs came off the bottom and he wrapped his feet behind my
calves. He arched his back harder, forcing his butt and his head back,
moaning softly as he came. I pulled him tight and pushed in as far as I
could to shoot my own cum and mingle my moans with the last of his.

As our climaxes died away, I swayed us back and forth in the water, rubbing
my hands up and down Daniel's belly while I stayed in him, and his legs
stayed wrapped behind mine.

I softened and slid out of him. After that, we swam out from our cove and
into the lake where we could look up and down the length of the lake and
see better just where we were on it. We were tired when we swam back to the
campsite.

We wiped down and crawled into the tent where we fell asleep with Daniel
spooned back against me.

Morning came early and loud as the blackbirds in the reeds woke us. We
woke, and snuggled.


Before we left for the golf course, we unloaded our gear and rinsed out our
cycling shorts and jerseys with a little soap at the camper's restroom, and
then hung them from trees at our campsite to dry.

Most golf courses have some kind of dress code. But nobody said a word to
us when we shucked our shirts and put on sunscreen at the second hole. We
played that way all morning, in shorts, sandals, shades, and bike caps.

It was a nice little course. At that time Daniel had about a 14
handicap. He had a beautiful swing. Watching him shirtless was an anatomy
lesson every time he swung. I had no idea a golf swing involved so many
muscles until I watched Daniel's muscles moving under his tight skin. It
was one of the most fun, as well as one of the best couple of rounds of
golf I ever played.

The park had its own little store. Besides some groceries, it also rented
canoes and paddle boats, and sold bait and fishing gear. The attendant was
a friendly older guy. We worked our way around the store, looking for
something for lunch. We found some frozen steaks and charcoal. Each
campsite had a grill, so we planned a steak dinner for supper. For lunch,
there were sandwiches and fruit.

Some banging noises came from the back room and a guy about our age or a
little younger emerged and walked over to talk to the attendant behind the
counter. The boy was shirtless. He had a slender smooth body and shoulder
length, fine brown hair.

He was a short guy, a half head shorter than Daniel and me. As he turned
back to leave, he saw us and smiled broadly. The kid was damn cute.

It seemed like almost the moment he walked out the back door he walked back
in the front. He had put on a white sleeveless undershirt and sported a
banged up, sweat-ringed, and dirty western hat. His jeans held his little
butt up and tight as he walked over to the counter. The man at the counter
nodded in our direction and the boy came walking over, smiling broadly
again.

"Those your bikes out front?"

"Yeah," I said

"Cool. I saw ya'll bicycle in last night. You doing a tour?"

"Hill country," Daniel said, stepping up beside me. "Just a couple of
weeks."

"That's so cool. My brother and I want to take a tour, but probably next
year. We want to do Colorado."

"Man," I said. "They've got mountains in Colorado. I'm having enough
trouble with hills."

The boy laughed. "Well we get plenty of practice on hills. Hey, Alan," he
called out.

>From the back came the first boy we had seen, an obvious twin of this
boy. "These guys are the ones I told you I saw ride in last night."

Alan walked up, hand outstretched. "Hi. I'm Alan"

His shake was strong and friendly. He held the shake longer than most. His
brother held out his hand, "I'm Peter." As I took his hand and his eyes met
mine, I could swear for just a moment, that something passed between us.

"How long you guys going to be here?" Alan asked.

"Just today and tonight," Dan answered. "We golfed this morning and thought
we'd swim this afternoon. And then maybe grill a couple of those frozen
steaks back there for supper. Eat some real food."

"You guys need to rent a canoe this afternoon," Peter said, "You can
explore the whole lake. You can even fish from canoe if you have the gear."

"No, no gear, and we didn't bring a whole lot of money," I said.

"I've got an idea," said Alan. "Instead of buying steaks, rent a canoe for
the afternoon. Then this evening, we'll bring steaks, some corn, and
charcoal and you guys can cook us all a meal and you can tell us all about
bicycle touring."

"We're no experts," Daniel pointed out.

"Unless there's free steak and corn involved," I corrected.

The twins laughed.

"It sounds great, guys," I continued, "but we just each have a pocket knife
and a folding fork, oh and water bottles to drink from. You may have to
bring your own silverware. Do you have some plates too?"

Alan laughed. Peter said, "Yeah, well bring the dishes too, and some
lighter fluid and matches. We'll bring everything. You guys can just do all
the talking. What site did you take?"

When Daniel told him, the twins exchanged a quick look and a couple of
chuckles.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," Alan smiled. "Have you noticed any blackbirds?"

"Yeah," Daniel said, "I felt like shooting them."

At this, the twins burst out in hard laughter.

Daniel and I exchanged puzzled looks.

"Oh," Alan managed to get out, "we'll explain later."

The twins kept laughing, so Daniel and I bought sandwiches, fruit, and soda
from the man at the counter and sat out at a table on the porch while they
got over whatever was so funny.

The boys outfitted us with a canoe and paddles, charging about half what
they were supposed to. We took a couple of extra sodas and headed out onto
the lake.

The lake is not a huge one. We explored pretty much all of it that
afternoon. We swam out of the canoe at the north end of the lake. And then
again at another cove. But our hands were getting a little sore from the
paddles. We were ready to return the canoe when it was time. The boys were
gone, but the guy at the counter was the same from earlier. He told us he
was the twin's uncle and said they left the message that they would see us
later.

Back at the campsite, Daniel asked if I was ready to wear my new swim
suit. "Alan and Peter, huh?" I answered, then admitted, "They are good
looking little guys,"

"I'd rather be naked, but for strangers, we should dress up."

"You're wicked," I smiled at him. "Well if you're going to seduce those
guys, I get Peter."

"How can you tell the difference? They're twins." Daniel asked. "Hey, wait
a minute. Did he say something to you?"

"No. It was just a little something in the way he shook hands."

"Well damn it, Sean. Now I'm going to have to keep an eye on all your
promiscuous hand shaking."

"I'd shake something else for you, but I don't think we have time," said.

When the boys came, we were in just the new suits Daniel had bought us in
Houston. I had gotten out a couple of our maps and spread them on the
table. The twins were in swim trunks, T-shirts, and running shoes. One of
them had his hair in a pony-tail. Despite the swim suits, they walked,
western; a little bow-legged and with a hint of swagger.

When we stood to greet them, one of them, I think Alan, said, "Damn, you
boys sure pack light don't you," as he held out his hand to shake and gave
our suit briefs a good looking over. I took Alan's hand and heard Daniel
whisper in my ear, "Hand shaking again, huh?"

"What?" Alan asked, curious as to what Daniel said.

Peter shook my hand next. "Oh, just a hang-up Daniel has," I laughed in
response to Alan.

The twins looked puzzled.

"You tell us what was so funny earlier today and I'll tell you about his
hang-up," I promised. Daniel raised his eyebrows at me.

"First, give us a hand with the stuff," Alan said.

And they did have stuff. Besides the charcoal, meat, corn, chips, Oreos,
dishes, fire starter, matches, and towels, they brought an ice chest with a
few sodas and several beers.

As I looked down at the beer in the ice chest, I asked, "How old are you
youngins, anyway."

"Fifteen," said Peter at my shoulder. He was the one with the pony
tail. "We just look older."

Daniel and I exchanged a silent, "Like hell you do," look.

As we stood there, Peter's shoulder moved "accidentally" against mine.

"What was so funny back at the store today?" I asked again.

"Oh," Alan answered from where he sat at the picnic table, looking out at
the lake. "It was funny first of all because you picked our campsite. We
come here to skinny-dip cause it's private."

"And?" I asked. "What was funny about the blackbirds?"

Peter shuffled his feet and turned away as Alan laughed nervously and
explained, "Well you know how when you skinny dip, you sometimes spring a
boner?"

I smiled and nodded encouragingly. Daniel laughed.

"Well," Alan continued. "We sometimes lie there where it's real shallow and
jerk off. We kidded once that we were going to shoot those noisy blackbirds
when we shot our loads, and ever since, we've been calling it 'shooting
blackbirds'." Daniel and I both began laughing, and Alan continued more
enthusiastically, "So you see, if we're working, and I ask Peter if he
wants to go shooting blackbirds after work, he knows what I mean and I know
what he means if he says it."

"Hell," Daniel said laughing, his hands on his hips, "we may just want to
murder a bunch of those blackbirds later."

"Alright," said Alan, laughing and held up his hand to Daniel for a
high-five.

Daniel high-fived him alright. Then stripped off his suit. "You did say
skinny-dipping, right?" I pulled off mine too.

Peter let out a whistle as he looked at our equipment, "Hey Alan," he said,
"I don't think these boys packed light at all."

"Damn," Alan agreed, "you boys must have been at the front of the line when
they passed out the genes for dicks."

"Yeah," Daniel said, leaning against the table and waiting for the twins to
strip, "and Sean kept shoving me from behind."

The twins evidently missed the joke. "And what happened to your pubes?"
Peter blurted out.

"Asshole," I said, jerking a thumb at Daniel, "read that bicyclists
sometimes shave down and got a little carried away."

"Did you shave each other?" Peter asked.

"Yes," Daniel answered. "So we both got carried away," he said
defiantly. He began rubbing his pubic area, his cock and balls swinging
heavily, "Yeah, we're getting a little stubble. Maybe we need to shave
again before we leave, Sean."

Daniel and I both watched the twins undress. Despite their swagger, and
claims of bicycling, their bodies had a definite softness to them. Maybe it
was simply in relation to our own ripped bodies. Their butts looked fleshy
and their skin was smooth. Each had a healthy bush of pubic hair over cocks
and balls on the large side of average.

Their slender soft bodies, height, and long hair were strangely
appealing. I began to move toward the water before my interest began to be
too obvious.

The others followed. At first we mainly swam around in the cove, talking
and learning about each other. Actually, Alan did most of the talking. We
found out that the twins lived within a mile of the park entrance. They
were into completely different things, except for bicycling, working at the
park for their uncle, and 'shooting blackbirds.'

Daniel and Alan began the splashing. They started on each other but
included Peter and me. When Alan and Dan began to shove each other around
playfully, Peter came at me. His shoving was definitely gentler and mixed
with a good deal of "accidental" groping. When I groped back, he was hard
and definitely on the large side of average.

The sun was going down. The blackbirds were beginning to roost. Alan asked,
"Hey, you boys really want to shoot some blackbirds with us?"

"You mean shoot, right? Not shoot?" I asked jokingly.

"Yeah, I want to see if those guns of yours shoot magnum rounds," Alan
kidded back as we all moved to the shallows.

The four of us lay down side by side; Alan, then Daniel, then me, then
Peter. Peter's cock was already pointing skyward out of the water. Mine was
hard against my belly and I pushed it skyward too. "Oh, shit," Peter gasped
looking at it. "You really could shoot a blackbird with that thing."

Daniel's was climbing skyward, too. Alan was stroking his semi to
hardness. "Shit," he said, eying our cocks, "this could be better than
watching fireworks on the fourth."

We were all stroking now. The twins used a funny reversed hand kind of a
hold and pulled over their crowns. I'd never just laid next to Daniel and
watched him jerk before. I decided it was hot, watching the skin slide up
and down his thick shaft, jerking his ballsack up and down with it.  He and
I both used a more conventional style. Everybody's balls were still loose
and rolling around as we jerked.

I liked it. Lying on the gravel in the shallow water, watching the light
fading from the sky. Even Alan grew quiet for a moment. Then Daniel asked,
"You guys ever do more than just jerk off together?"

"You mean like girls?" Alan asked, "I got my girl friend to give me head,
but she about skinned me with her teeth."

"You've got to train girls," Daniel spoke as if he were an expert. "Guys
give better head. They know what feels good."

"You mean like queers?" Alan asked. That brought a moment of distinct
silence; except for the blackbirds, of course.

"It doesn't mean you're queer if you mess around with other boys when
you're getting your equipment--you know, when your cock and balls start
growing big and you're learning how to stroke and stuff. Most boys have a
least jerked off with another guy," Daniel corrected.

Peter's body had floated against mine.

Daniel clarified, "I meant to ask if you and Peter ever done more than jerk
off together? Like jerking each other off?"

I moved my hand to Peter's cock and could feel his body tense next to
mine. Though shorter than Daniel's or mine, Peter's cock was thick. The
shaft tapered to a smaller crown. The flesh over his hardness was thick,
almost like he wasn't circumcised, but he was. The skin slid easily over
his very hard dick. His hand groped out for my cock and began stroking. But
it was his left hand and he was right handed. It was not very stimulating.

"Yeah, we've done that. Feels good," Alan admitted. I could see Daniel move
his hand over to Alan. Alan's hand moved to Daniel. We became quiet again.

"Ya'll ever try anything else together?" Daniel asked. I was aware that
Peter was looking at me. There was a strange desperation in his eyes; a
desperate hunger.

Alan was quiet a moment. "Well, we tried butt fucking each other a couple
of times when we were about twelve."

"Did you like it?" Daniel asked. Peter slid his left arm under me, rolled
toward me and pulled me to him as he began stroking me with his right
hand. It was harder for me to stroke him, but he had begun moving his hips,
and I just let him fuck my hand.

"It was OK," Alan admitted. "But we didn't want to turn queer or
anything. So we quit doing that."

Peter's lips were against my shoulder and he was humping hard into my
hand. He tensed and cum came drooling out of his cock onto my belly. He
wasn't a shooter. He was a dribbler. As he relaxed, I moved my hand back to
my cock and Peter rolled back, but held his arm under me, gripping my side.

"You're good," Alan said in a thick voice. I turned to watch him arch his
cock up and eject the same kind of dribbling load out that Peter
had. Daniel kept stroking until he was sure there was no more. Then he
resumed stroking his own cock and Alan let go.

I was thinking that I would just as soon save my load for later with Daniel
when he said, "I'm getting hungry. I'm fine to just stroke a little more
and then eat. I don't have to cum."

"Neither do I," I chimed in.

"Well, I guess we can leave some blackbirds alive for now," Alan said. "But
I was hoping to see you boys shoot. I bet you can really blast a load."

"Yeah, but we worked hard today, golfing and canoeing all over the
lake. We're good for now," Daniel answered.

"I'll go get some beers," Alan said as he washed himself and got up.

"I'll help you," Daniel replied, and got up as well.

As they walked back up toward camp, Peter asked me very quietly, "Can I ask
you something, Sean?"

I turned to look at him.

"Are you boys, you know, homosexuals?"

"Yes," I answered simply.

Peter began wrestling with something else he wanted to ask or say. His brow
was knit and his lips pursing.

"You like boys, too?" I asked.

Peter nodded emphatically, then gushed out, "Can I come back here
tonight. After about 10:00? Everyone in my family will be asleep by
then. We're a farm family. I can bike over. It doesn't have to be late. But
I don't know any boys around here that like boys. Can you and Daniel teach
me stuff. Could I just," and his hand closed over my cock, "feel your
bodies? Have you feel mine?"

He looked so desperate. I slid my hand under the back of his head and
rolled partly onto him. I kissed him hard and passionately. His arms clung
around me and he kissed back hungrily. We heard Alan and Daniel coming
back. Actually we heard Alan talking. And broke the kiss. As I rolled back,
I said, "Yeah. We'll wait up for you."

I hoped Daniel would understand. Poor Peter, stuck out in the middle of
nowhere and no boy to love.

Alan cooked the steaks and corn. They were very good. I was surprised when
Daniel and I drank a whole beer each and still felt fine. We talked about
bicycling and touring. We showed them our equipment by flashlight. They
told us about the ride they wanted to take in Colorado. It was close to
10:00 when they drove away.

Daniel was not angry about Peter inviting himself back over. Like me,
Daniel felt sorry for Peter. "We'll just need to give him the royal
treatment." Daniel decided. "Don't worry about taking care of me, and I
won't worry about you. We'll both concentrate on Peter. OK?"

I gave him a shoulder hug. Compared to Peter, I was sooooo lucky.

Daniel was sitting naked on my bare ass, in the tent, returning a backrub,
when we heard Peter whisper, "Sean? Daniel?"

Daniel leaned back and unzipped the end of the tent. "I was just giving
Sean a back rub," Daniel told him. "Strip and come on it."

Daniel's hands continued to work my back as we heard Peter undressing. He
crawled in, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the tent. Daniel zipped
up the entrance again. "Lie down here," I said and patted the bedroll
beside me. Peter laid down on his side next to me, trying to see me in the
dark. I reached out and put and arm over him, pulling him into a kiss.

Daniel pushed Peter's hips back flat and moved as well as he could in the
confines of the tent, to place his face at Peter's crotch. I slid Peter
higher to the end of the tent to help. As Daniel began to work, Peter
gasped in surprised pleasure. His arms wrapped tight around my back and his
lips pressed against my cheek as he began whimpering.

He held me so tightly; there wasn't much I could easily do. I managed to
get one hand on a nipple and began to tweak it, and then I was able to
maneuver my lips back onto Peters. I freed my other arm to run it under
Peter's head and down his back, where I caressed and rubbed. Peter was
moaning loudly into my mouth; the pitch of his moans rising rapidly.

Peter broke the kiss and was gasping as he came into Daniel's mouth.

Though Peter began to relax after his orgasm, Daniel never stopped. He did
not let Peter go soft. I decided it was time to try some of that soft
looking ass and climbed over their bodies. I pushed Peter's hips to twist
him up onto his side. Daniel helped. His hands were already on Peter's ass
as I began to massage it.

I ran my hand between his legs and rubbed his perineum and tickled the back
of his balls. And then I pulled my hand gently up his crack a few times. I
found the KY and began working it into his hole. There was a sharp intake
of breath as my finger entered his hole.

If Peter was as unused to this as I thought, I wanted to prepare him as
gently and as well as I could. I worked my one finger until he relaxed
enough for me to insert it all the way and probe for his prostate. When I
found it, he let out a really loud, "Oh, wow!"

I chuckled. Then I moved in the second finger. Peter was really tensing and
I encouraged him to just relax. I gently rubbed the soft skin of his fleshy
butt. Daniel kept working Peter's cock. And Peter began relaxing again. I
started spreading my fingers a little to stretch him.

When he had relaxed well, I quickly lubed my cock and moved the tip to his
hole. Peter tensed. I told him, "We don't have to do this part if you don't
want."

"No, please. I want to do it all."

I pushed the crown in. Peter tensed briefly, and then I felt him relax. I
held him by the hips and moved slowly until I was all the way in. Then I
wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his long hair. It smelled
of trees. I pulled slowly back; then moved slowly forward until I was all
in. Peter groaned.

Daniel moved up and put his back to Peter. I handed over the lube and saw
Daniel lube his butt, then Peter's cock. Peter groaned as Daniel rubbed the
lube onto him. Then Daniel backed up and guided Peter into Daniel's
butthole. Peter began panting, "Oh, shit. Oh, shit."

"You OK?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, Oh, yeah." He wrapped his arms around Daniel, just like mine
were wrapped around him.

"Ok, Peter," I instructed, "We'll let you do all the moving now. You do all
the work. OK?"

"Uh huh," he answered, and began to move his hips; into Daniel, back onto
me.

I heard Daniel sigh. In that moment, I think I loved Daniel as much as I
ever did. I guess it was because we were doing something together for
someone. We were doing it together. We were partners. It was almost like we
were parents, taking care of a child.

As I rubbed my face through Peter's hair, it parted and I found skin on his
neck I could kiss. I began to nibble at it and at the back of his
shoulders.

Each time Peter pulled back onto me, I gave him a little grind. His soft
butt felt good against me. There was something to be said for soft butts, I
decided.

Peter began moving faster. My little grinds into that soft butt were
causing a reflex action within my own loins. My balls pulled up tight. I
was going to cum.

Now I was making my own noises and whimpered into Peter's neck. My climax
came and I plunged deep into Peter, forcing him hard onto Daniel. Peter
felt it as I pumped my load into him and added more, "Oh, wow. Oh, wow."

When I had spent myself I eased back and let Peter continue his pumping. My
dick was still hard, and seemed likely to stay that way. I put a hand up on
Daniel's side and gave him a squeeze. He grabbed my hand and held it
tight. I could hear him using his other on his cock.

Peter was getting hot. He was pounding both of us; back hard, forward
hard. I guess there had been a lot of humping waiting to come out. Daniel
began moaning loudly. I could hear his hand working faster. Then I heard
his cum hitting the side of the tent. He must have been clutching his ass
as he came because Peter gasped and plunged forward. I followed him and
pressed him into Daniel as I felt Peter's own ass spasm around my cock.

Peter's orgasm must have come ripping its way out of him. It was the first
time I actaully saw someone crying as they came; not just crying out, but
crying with tears and sobs in ecstacy. The crying continued for a while as
the orgasm died away. I rubbed his back and slowly pulled my still hard
cock from inside him.

By the time I was out, he was out of Daniel. We rolled Peter to his back
and both began to kiss the tears from his face, our bodies pressed against
each side, and Daniel's thigh lay over Peter's cock. Peter sighed out a
shudder. Then a second. He reached an arm around each of us, and began
kissing us back, dreamily.

"Can I stay here forever?" he asked.

"No," Daniel said. "You do have to go outside to piss." Then he added. "Now
that I mention that..." Daniel pushed up on all-fours and backed to the end
of the tent.

I was still hard, but I needed to piss as well. "Sorry," I said to Peter as
I began to back out. "Must have been the beer."

"Yeah," agreed Peter as he began sliding on his butt toward the
entrance. "I drank it too."

We all three stepped to the edge of the campsite and began to piss. I
rubbed Daniel's butt as we did. Then I felt Peter's hand on my own ass.

As we were shaking off drops, I asked, "You guys want to wash off?"

They did. We walked down to the water and waded out. I washed the lube from
my cock and then did the same for Peter.

"That was so incredible," Peter said wonderingly. "I really wish you guys
weren't leaving in the morning."

"I think I'm good for another go in a minute or two, if you want," I said.

"Yeah, me too," Daniel agreed. I could see he was stroking.

"Shit, I've already cum three times, guys."

"You can cum more. What's our record, Daniel?" I asked.

"Five times in one night. Seven times in twenty-four hours," he answered.

The moon was up and I could see Peter's jaw drop.

It was earily still except for night bugs. I realized the blackbirds had
quieted. I stepped up to Peter and began to rub his butt with one hand
while cupping his balls with the other. I rubbed my semi against his
hip. "What would light your fire for another go around? I asked.

Peter pressed his hands to the back of mine over his balls and sighed. Then
he looked at me. "I'd like to fuck you, Sean" he said flatly.

"Cool,"

"Do I get left out," Daniel asked, coming up and humping my butt crack with
his own growing erection.

"Not a chance," I answered, "But let's stay outside, OK? Not go back into
the tent yet?"

Peter nodded.

I led us up to the picnic table. There I took Peter into my arms, and
kissed him. Daniel came up behind and we hugged Peter in a sandwich. Peter
began kissing me back and I could feel his cock rising between my legs. Oh,
yeah. He was good for another go.

I turned and put my hands on the table, pushing my butt back. "Ride 'em,
cowboy," I said.

Peter came up behind and began rubbing his hands admiringly over my ass. He
patted my butt, almost like someone pats a horses butt before climbing
on. His hands flowed gently up my back, then back down my legs. I realized
he was enjoying the chance to finally feel another boy's body. And Daniel
was feeling Peter's in turn. Finally Peter positioned himself behind me,
grabbed my hips, and began rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I
squeezed my butt cheeks.

"I'll go get the KY," Daniel volunteered. In moments he was back. Daniel
lubed my butt, then Peter's cock while kissing him. I could hear Peter
groaning. Then I felt him enter. Daniel grasped my cock and stroked it as
he watched Peter move into me.

He pushed all the way in. Then began moving. I could feel his balls come
pressing against my butt on each slide in. His fat little cock did not go
as deep as Daniel, but it was doing a good job of stretching me. I reached
out to put my hand on Daniel's side and moved him in front of me and up
onto the edge of the table. Daniel sat and leaned back, his hands on the
table behind him.

Bringing Peter with me, I moved forward to put my mouth over the head of
Daniel's cock. I licked it fiercely and he moaned.

I began to work down his shaft, my hands possessing his legs and side. His
strong butt muscles were flattened on the table. I ran my hands over
them. Daniel lifted a hand to run it through my hair.

Peter was moving more slowly this time. His hands were exploring the
muscles of my back, my ribs, my side, my ass. I began to milk him with my
butt. His hands paused and he grunted appreciatively.

And there, in the moonlight, at a table under the trees, we made love to a
lonely boy, long and slow. With moans, and sighs, and uttered
appreciations.

Peter came first. I think the little rabbit could keep cuming all night, if
he just knew he could.

He pulled out and sat on the bench beside us. When he noticed I was
deep-throating Daniel, he gasped. "You a sword swallower?" he wondered.

Daniel laughed, "You just open your throat, sort of like you're going to
swallow. That's what I was doing to you earlier. Peter seemed to think on
that a moment as he watched me work up and down Daniel's cock. Then he left
the bench and knelt down in front of me.

I had been jacking myself, but let Peter's hand replace mine. He held my
cock firmly as his tongue licked up my balls and up my shaft. He tested my
taste. He licked my crown, tasting my precum, and felt the weight and skin
of my cock with his tongue. Then he closed his lips over me and began
tentatively to bob his head. I gasped as I felt his teeth.

"Don't let him feel your teeth," Daniel instructed. "Cover them with your
lips or hold your mouth really wide open. And use your hands too. Play with
his balls. Rub the inside of his legs. Rub all the way down between his
legs where the root of his cock is."

Peter did all those things. He gagged a couple of times, and really never
took me more than halfway, but he was enthusiastic, and learning fast.

Once Daniel was able to concentrate on his own feelings again, it did not
take me long to bring him to orgasm. He shot a good load down my throat and
I sucked him dry and kept sucking, enjoying his cock in my mouth as Peter
worked on mine. His tongue was sliding up and down under my shaft when he
bobbed. He swirled it over my crown from time to time, and tickled my cock
with flutters of his tongue. He had learned from what Daniel did for him in
the tent.

It was when he had me half way in and was working his tongue that I came,
shooting down his throat. He swallowed most of it reflexively and kept
sucking until I rose up and stepped back. I pulled him to his feet and
kissed him warmly. "Thank you," I said. "That was very good for a first
time."

"Oh, I liked that. I liked that a lot."

Daniel came to stand beside me, "He tastes pretty good, doesn't he?" he
asked Peter.

Peter nodded emphatically. "I've tasted my own. You taste better. Damn, I
wish you guys were staying. There's no one around here I can do this with."

"Well," Daniel speculated, "you could always try sucking Alan off in his
sleep."

I slapped Daniel's ass.

Peter looked thoughtful.

"Don't count on Daniel for the best advice," I cautioned.

"Hmmm," Peter answered.

"Well," I asked. "What next."

"I guess I better get on back," Peter said sadly. "I need to get some sleep
before I see off my friends in the morning."

I could see his broad smile in the moonlight.

"You can sleep with us," Daniel volunteered.

"No, I need to be in my own bed in the morning. Thanks though."

He turned and we followed him back up toward the tent. Daniel and I were
walking side by side, our arms around each other's waist. I turned and
kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "We did a good thing."

Daniel nodded, smiling.

I whispered again, "I love you very much."

His arm around my waist squeezed me and he turned his head to kiss my lips.

Peter reached the tent and began dressing. As we came up, I said to Daniel,
"That tent is going to begin stinking if you keep shooting cum on the
walls."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I'll scrub it down a little in the morning before we
leave."


Alan and Peter pulled up in their pickup early the next morning, just as we
returned from the showers. They watched us pack and bungee our remaining
things and volunteered to take us in their truck up to the park entrance,
or farther if we wanted. We thanked them, but said we would be
fine. (Loading two fully loaded bicycles into the back of a pickup and
keeping things from getting screwed up is harder than a little bit of
riding.)

When he had a chance, Peter shoved a piece of paper in my hand. It had his
name, phone, and address. "I'll mail you ours," I promised.

"I think Alan knows I was out last night."

"He said something?"

Peter just nodded. The others were getting closer again. But before we
left, Peter had a chance to whisper in my ear, "Thank you. Tell Daniel
thank you." And he squeezed my arm.


There was a state fish and game fish hatchery close by Inks Lake. It had
been part of our plan for Daniel to indulge me with a short visit there. It
was a fantastic place and we stayed a little longer than intended. As we
rode away, Daniel complained, "You were like a little kid back there. In
fact, you were worse than I've ever seen Ryan, running back and forth
between holding tanks, asking all those questions. I thought you had
decided to be a writer, not a biologist."

"I'm going to write about fish," I said.

"Oh, that will have a great market. I bet you can get a scholarship to UT
for that."

"Are we still going to UT," I asked. "Or now that your Father is a Dean,
are we going to go to his school."

"I'm not sure I want to go to a school where my dad is any kind of
Dean. Besides," he said thoughtfully. I think I'd like to get away to
school. Someplace where you and I can room together and I can screw you all
night while I'm studying my textbooks."

"Oh yeah, my back is great to lie open books on while you study."

Daniel stood up in his pedals and pulled his cock out over his pants to
piss off to the side. We had gotten to where we hated to stop for a
piss. "I'll read aloud," he promised as he pissed, "We can learn together."

"Hope my butt lasts through your college education."


BIG RIVER BEND CAMPGROUND

It was the next day that we came across another cyclist. We weren't really
ready to stop for lunch, but when we saw a bicycle with two rear panniers
sitting in front of a country store at one small town we had to stop. We
found the cyclist inside. He looked to be in his mid-forties, thin, tough,
and weathered. There were squint lines in his face from years of sun and
wind, and his skin was leathery.

He wore very short canvas shorts with pads sewn in. He was shirtless with a
mat of sun blond chest hair, and a very flat torso. He was wearing an old,
Astros, ball cap decorated in a myriad of sweat rings. He was looking at
cans of Vienna sausage.

We introduced ourselves and talked as we shopped. Daniel and I picked up a
few things we needed and then we all sat drinking sodas on a bench out
front in the shade. The guy's name was Jack. He was a high school history
instructor, and every summer he took bicycle tours. Long ones. He was
single, but did not seem gay.

Since we were headed in the same direction until the next town, we agreed
to ride together. Daniel and I had begun to feel like old pros. I thought
it would be fun to show this old bird a little wind. Dumb. He almost killed
us.

He rode up the first hill as fast as Daniel and I normally ride down
them. His cadence was brisk and easy, while we labored at gears, cadence
spurts, and stand-up cycling to make the low hills with him. I was grateful
that the hills on that stretch of road were little ones. (Though there is
no little hill to a flatland bicyclist.)

We chatted some. Jack was a friendly enough guy and gave us some good
tips. But I was really glad when we came to the parting of our ways. Daniel
and I could relax a little.

As we rode away, Daniel and I looked at each other and shook our
heads. "Did you see that guy's calves?" I asked. "They looked like they
were all bone and tendons. The guy's butt and legs looked like old tree
roots. I bet his butt is so hard and boney that you'd bruise up your belly
butt fucking him--if you could get it into his boney butt to begin with."

"I'd laugh," Daniel replied, "but in case you hadn't noticed, you've been
getting pretty lean and tough yourself. Oh not all boney and sinewy like
that old bird," he interjected as I was about to protest, "but your muscles
are so hard, it's like making love to a tree."

"Yeah," I admitted. "I know what you mean. You're all muscled up
yourself. That's why Peter's soft little tush was an interesting change."

"Well I wouldn't know about that. I didn't get to fuck that little tush."
Daniel said, sounding a little bitter.

I look at him. His eyes were straight ahead and his face was blank. "Are
you mad at me?" I asked.

He looked at me as if he were trying to decide. "No," he said. "But maybe
just a little disappointed. I think I would have liked that soft little
'tush' myself."

"Next one's yours, buddy." I declared. "And in the meantime, I'll try to
keep my butt all relaxed and soft for you whenever you're using it."

"Next one?" Daniel asked.

"Well, if we do any more errands of mercy. There are probably tons of
lonely gay boys up here in cowboy country," I joked.

"What are you going to do so they can find us? Put signs on the back of our
bicycles saying 'Hill Country Emergency Gay Services'?"

"Naw, I'll just have you ride shirtless. The guys that crash into trees
when they drive by are the ones that need our help."

"Let's both ride shirtless." Daniel suggested seriously.

We did. Our backs definitely felt the sun, but the wind as we rode was
cooler. No cars went crashing into trees, though they seemed to notice us
more and give us greater right of way. And then, when we were on the side
of the road, replacing one of Daniel's tires and trying to 'true' up his
wheel, three different older guys stopped to see if we needed help. The
last one stayed until we finished and chatted with us about the hill
country.

I think all the help was as much because people in the hill country are
just friendly. It could have been our naked chests, but none of the guys
came on to us.

After that, we rode shirtless quite a bit.

By evening, we were running very late. it was dark and the moon was rising
when we still had several miles to go to our next stop, a private
campground on a river. The road was winding through bottom lands and the
ride was pretty in the moonlight. There was almost no traffic. The only
sounds were pretty much those of our tires.

We were also a little tired. But Daniel is never too tired to get crazy.

"Let's ride naked," he suggested.

"Yeah, right."

"No, really. We haven't seen anyone in hours."

"More like fifteen minutes."

"No, no. Look at all these trees. We'd see anybody coming and could shoot
off into these trees while they go by. Come on," he pleaded. "Don't you
want to feel the breeze over your balls?"

"The way I'm feeling, they'd probably droop into my bike chain."

"Damn, you've always got gruesome thoughts," he began slowing down. "I'm
going to do it."

I have to admit, the thought of seeing that ass I had admired so long in
lycra, pumping away bare in the moonlight, revived me. We stopped and both
stripped, stuffing our shorts into the bungees over our gear. That way, we
could retrieve them quickly.

We got back on the road. The breeze did feel good. I spread my legs a
little as we road and aired out the equipment. I stood in the pedals and
felt the breeze wrap up past my butt. The only downside was that I missed
the pads which the cycling shorts had.

Daniel's butt was beautiful in the moonlight as his muscles worked the
pedals. Watching it, I barely noticed as we climbed into some low hills
where there were no trees close to the road.

Quite suddenly, a pickup came flying around a bend ahead of us and was past
before we even had a chance to think about hiding. "So much for your
'hiding in the trees,' Daniel!"

We were coming to a rise. The pickup slowed, stopped, and turned around
behind us. As we came over the rise, we could see trees at the bottom of
the hill, about a mile ahead. The pickup came flying past again. The
windows were down and we could hear guys yelling. A couple of beer bottles
flew past our heads, smashing against the rocks at the side of the road.

Daniel and I were flying now, racing to get down into trees. The pickup
slowed about a half mile ahead and turned back again. As they came flying
past, Daniel and I hugged our bikes as two more beer bottles flew past and
smashed beside us. The truck climbed the road past us and went over the
rise. We were coming into the trees.

We both slammed on our brakes and jumped from our still moving bicycles to
run them into the brush, scratching our bare skin as we plunged several
feet in. Then we stood, panting, and listening for the truck. It was silent
except for our breathing.

"You...and...your...ideas," I panted.

"What?" Daniel asked, "You...don't...like...excitement."

I took off my helmet and shook out my hair. I felt freer to breathe. Daniel
removed his.

My breath was coming back. "I have to admit. You look damn fine riding
naked," I conceded. "You have no idea how good your butt looked."

"No. But I noticed yours. And it did feel good, didn't it; all that wind in
the pubes?"

I stepped forward against him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Just
before pressing my lips to his, I said, "Damn it's exciting to be your
friend."

After we kissed, he gave my ear a nibble and said, "I'm glad you think
so. I had some more excitement in mind for tonight." And he ran his hand
down to my butt and squeezed.

We dressed before returning to the road, and as quickly as we could, got to
the campground. The clubhouse was still open and we were able to select a
tent pad on a bend of the river. There were other campers close by, so
after setting up camp, we went into the river wearing our bicycling
shorts. We were going to wash them anyway. They would have a chance to dry
the next day. We had plans.

We were the only ones in the river that late. In the moonlight, we removed
our shorts scrubbing the fabric over itself, rinsing, wringing, and
scrubbing again. Daniel ran a hand between my legs to clean me, he said,
before I put back on my shorts. I returned the favor. We held each other
and kissed, letting the current of the river sweep past us, washing us
clean.

That night, we made love in the river. Then we made love in the tent. We
both came each time. But something strange was happening. The more we made
love, the hornier I seemed to be becoming. I woke before Daniel the next
morning with an incredible erection. It was not a morning piss hard-on. It
was a throbbing, skin stretching, I gotta have sex, I'm about to bust hard
on.

Daniel was lying on his stomach next to me. I didn't want to wake him, but
his body was so beautiful in his sleep and his relaxed butt sticking up all
exposed was the perfect place to land my problem. I carefully knelt astride
the top of his legs and laid my cock in his crack. My intentions were to
simply rub up and down a few times, get off, and apologize when he woke up.

Daniel moaned, "Damned horny bastard. You can put it in if you want."

I wanted. Oh, I wanted. I lubed and entered him easily. We had been
screwing each other so much that our butts required less and less warm
up. As I laid my body down onto his and wrapped my arms up under his, I
apologized, "I'm sorry, man, but I woke with this colossal 'FEED ME!'
hard-on. All this sex is creating a monster. I just really needed this." I
ground into him, rotating my hips.

"Hell, I guess so. I think you're bigger and harder than usual. And by the
way, this is as big as I'll allow. Any bigger and you'll have to go find
yourself a cow somewhere."

I merely grunted. With each thrust of my hips, I pulled my whole body
forward on his and ground myself up into him, in a kind of push, grind,
grind, relax, push, grind, grind, relax kind of rhythm. Daniel began to
tighten his butt and move under me.

As urgent as my cock had felt the need, I was not fast coming. It was a
long, hungry build to orgasm and at the end, I was fast thrusting. With a
final deep grind, I pumped a huge load in, and my cock stayed rock hard. I
laid on him for a while, still slowly grinding. "I think," I said, "I have
a hard-on for life."

"Well you sure as hell have given me one. You need to do something about
it."

"Delighted," I answered. "What would be the gentleman's pleasure this fine
morning?"

"Why I'll have the same as my roommate, my man. The exact same."

When he said the word, "roommate," I remembered our hope that he could stay
with my family this next year. As I wiped myself on my chamois and we
changed positions, my imagination filled with all the possibilities. I
thought pleasantly of them, while Daniel straddled me and pushed in. He
rode me with his hands up under my shoulders and his breath on my
neck. Before long, my day dreams were overwhelmed by sensations and my
still aching cock rubbed into the sleeping bag under me.

Daniel took a long time, fucking me exactly like I had fucked him. I
enjoyed being on the receiving end. The angle made each of his grinds a
prostate massage. And yet, when he was done, I had not cum and my cock was
still aching. He softened and rolled off me. I rolled up on my side and
began to stroke myself. "Damn, I've got to cum again. This erection is just
not going away and I really, really, really need to cum again."

I began stroking faster. Daniel crawled over behind me and began rubbing my
butt with his hands and ran them up between my legs, massaging my
perineum. I lifted my top leg and he caressed my balls. I was jerking
frantically, and cried out as I emptied another load into my chamois.

Daniel continued to rub, and I continued to stroke, gently now, until the
hard ache died and I began to soften. Daniel kissed my back. "Oh man," I
said. "I think all this sex has done something to my hormones."

"Good," Daniel said as he slapped my ass. "Maybe now you'll catch up with
me."


Tubing was our plan for that day. This was back before tubing became so
big. The "tubes" were large, inflated inner tubes. One rides a tube, by
lying back on it, butt in the hole; legs, shoulders, and arms draped out
over the tube itself. These days, huge flotillas of drinking and sometimes
naked partiers, sitting in inner tubes and floating along with the current,
crowd hill country rivers every holiday.

Big River Bend campground was situated in a wide bend of the river. They
rented tubes. You could carry your tube to the beginning of the river bend,
climb in, and float, sipping soda, chatting, swimming, even eating, along
with the current and in the shade of the huge river Cypress trees. At the
end of the bend, you climbed out, carried your tube back across the neck of
the bend to the start, and tube again.

The campground also had a van that would take you a few miles up the river
and let you out to float back down. The drive up took only a few
minutes. The float back down all the bends in the river took a few hours.

The bend took about a half hour to tube. We did that a couple of times,
dipping our ride-sore butts into the water through the hole in the tube,
and just relaxing.

Then we bought sodas, sandwiches, ice, and a cheap styrofoam ice chest the
store clerk assured us would float between our tubes. We also paid the fee
to take the van upriver. But before we left, Daniel talked me into putting
on our "new" swim suits. As we walked to the van carrying our ice chest, I
felt naked in public, and like my little red suit was a flag for everyone
to look at me--and not just at me, but at my butt and crotch. And people
were.

In the van, we rode with a family. I sat next to a boy about Ryan's age and
build who kept looking at my suit and body. I was afraid I would spring a
boner which would be impossible to hide. I picked the ice chest up off the
floor and sat in my lap, crossed my arms, and looked out the window so the
scenery could occupy my mind. Daniel on my other side looked past me at the
boy, then at my face and laughed.

He took the ice chest from my lap and set it back on the floor. Then
reached across me, holding out his hand (and putting his other on my
thigh), "Hi, my name's Daniel. What's yours?"

"Alex," the kid smiled back.

"Well, Alex," Daniel said retrieving his shaking hand, but leaving his
other on my thigh as he continued to lean past me. "You on vacation?"

Alex nodded, "This is our second day. We tubed all day yesterday."

I leaned forward and whispered a warning in Daniel's ear, "You'll never get
me into this swim suit again."

Still smiling, Daniel removed his hand from my thigh. "And do you like it?"
he asked Alex.

"Yeah," Alex said enthusiastically. "And there are a couple of rope swings
on the way down the river. And there's a really big one back at the
campground."

Alex became our little guide. Because his family put their tubes into the
water at the same time and spot as Daniel and I, we float close
together. The dad was friendly, though the mom was a little
stand-offish. (I don't think she thought much of our suits). Alex had a
younger brother and sister.

When they stopped at a rope swing at one deep spot in the river, Daniel and
I stopped as well. The dad and all the kids climbed up the bank to take
turns on the rope. Daniel and I followed. Alex explained to us how to catch
the rope when it came back and instructed us on where to let go as we
swung. We knew all that of course, but were glad to let him explain it to
us. He was impressed when I did my first back flip off the rope. (Back
flips are easier off a rope swing than forward flips.)

The trip back to the campground took about four hours to tube. There were a
couple of small rapids where we almost lost the contents of our ice chest,
but they were fun. We came up on other tubers, or they came up on us as we
stopped at rope swings. I forgot all about the suit I was wearing, though
from time to time, someone gave it a look. When we finished, we sat at a
picnic bench at the river, snacking, relaxing, and then decided to go up
the river again.

For our second trip up the river, only Daniel and I were in the van. It was
the heat of the day.

This time we did not bother with the ice chest. It was just us and our two
tubes. As soon as the van pulled away, we joined hands and I put a foot
over Daniel's foot so that we were holding our tubes side by side, hand and
foot.

We floated for a while, watching the canopy of Cypress and patches of open
sky pass over head. Dragon flies would land on our knees or arms and ride
for a while. We splashed water over each other to keep cool.

I turned over onto my stomach and grabbed Daniel's ankles so that his inner
tube was in the lead and mine followed. It gave me a great view of his body
as we talked. He really did pack his suit, and I enjoyed looking over his
body as we talked. Even relaxed, his muscles were defined. He looked like
some young Greek god reclining and only needing for his grapes to be
peeled. I felt a rising desire to make love to him.

At one deep pool, the current carried us over against an overhanging
bank. The water there was shallow over a gravel shoal and we grounded. I
climbed forward, pulling my chest over Daniel's inner tube. And then I
reached up and began massaging the pouch of his swim suit. He sighed and
arched up his hips. I pulled his suit down and off, leaving hit hanging
over one of his ankles. Then I crawled farther up, sliding my hands under
his smooth butt and massaging it while I rubbed my face in his crotch.

I loved his balls when they were hanging loose and wet and used one hand to
fondle them while I began licking up his cock. Daniel put his hands behind
his head, laying his head back to look up into the trees. I began to bob up
and down on his cock while my hands ran over the muscles of his legs,
sides, and belly.

A breeze came up my legs and over my back. A mocking bird was singing
happily above us. I could feel the sun dappling my back through the
trees. Daniel was mine, and his long thick cock was filling my mouth and
throat. I was happy. I was very happy.

We both were relaxed, almost dreamy in the shade of the trees and
overhang. I worked my tongue under his shaft and shook my head some, but
mainly sucked slowly up and down. Daniel began pumping up into me just
before he climaxed. I sucked him dry and then rubbed his thighs as I looked
up his body at the underside of his chin where his head lay back over the
water. Thinking other tubers could come by, I pulled Daniel's legs together
and began moving his suit up his legs.

He had just finished pulling it up and adjusting himself when, a naked
boy's body came flying overhead on a rope swing. He dropped into the
water. Four young boys, about that age where the equipment has grown but
the hair has not shown up, had arrived to use a rope swing we did not know
was there. They were all bare assed.

Fortunately, they evidently had not seen me working on Daniel.

I said hi to let them know we were there. It didn't faze them. The first
kid passed by swimming back to the bank. I asked him, "Hey, what do you
guys do about being naked when tuber's come by?"

He laughed. "We try not to land on them."

One of the kids on the bank yelled, "If it's old ladies, we hide till they
go past. If it's guys, we don't care. If it's girls, we swim up to them."

"What if it's girls and their big, ugly Dads," I yelled up to him.

"We push Timmy in," he said, pointing at the smallest boy who was at that
moment swinging out on the vine.

We did some rope swinging with them. The boys were good at it and a couple
of us worked at full gainers. One kid had no trouble with
one-and-a-half's. Daniel and I kept our suits on until the boys teased us
enough that we pulled them off for a couple of swings. I think the kids
were interested in seeing our equipment because of how we filled our
suits. Timmy sprung a boner waiting in line with me for the swing. No body
seemed to care.

After a while, we saw some tubers coming. Daniel and I pulled on our suits,
said good bye to the boys, and floated away. It was getting to be late
afternoon. Back at the campground, there was a huge line for the big rope
swing, so we only used it a couple of times. I showed of my now perfected
full gainer. Then we swam until the sun was getting really low.

On the way back to our tent, we passed Alex and his family. His dad was
grilling hamburgers and invited us to join them. Daniel and I went to our
tent to "dress up" in shorts, tank tops, and sandals. When we returned, we
brought our cheap ice chest to offer them. They thanked us and took it. The
dad had purchased a couple more frozen meat patties from the camp store and
we ate a great meal.

The mom was much friendlier now that we had more clothes on, and we sat
talking with them until the moon rose.

Later, in the tent I was lying in Daniel's arms. He was on his back and I
was lying face down on him, just casually belly fucking. Daniel's legs were
wrapped up over my hips. My elbows were on either side of his neck and my
hands were interlaced over the top of his head. He was combing his fingers
through my hair as we kissed and ground our bodies together.

He pushed my head up and looked into my eyes. His look was one of unabashed
affection. I smiled. He pulled me down into another kiss. His hands left my
hair and ran lightly over my back and butt as I pumped my hips and clenched
my butt for him to feel when his hands passed over.

"I like it when we're like this," he said. "When I've got you all wrapped
up and can feel up and down your body. I like the feel of you lying on
me. And I like being able to kiss and rub our cocks together."

"I like it too, when you're on top of me. But I also like this; being on
top. We haven't cum this way in a long time. Would you like to?"

"Yeah. I would."

"Don't think we've gotten too accustomed to mouths and butts to still get
off this way?" I asked.

He ground his hips up against me. "I think this feels damn good."

"Yeah, I can definitely cum this way. If I do and you don't, I'll take care
of you," I assured him.

"And if I cum and you don't, I'll take care of you."

We kissed some more and continued to grind. I began to kiss over his face
and neck.

"Sean," he said thoughtfully, "you know I love you, don't you?"

I stopped kissing his neck and looked down into his eyes. "Yes. Did I do
something to make you think I didn't."

"No," he answered, "I was just thinking. At first, I didn't know whether
our feelings for each other would last. Instead, I seem to love you more
each day. There are times when you're riding beside me when I just get this
overwhelming feeling that everything is right and good. I feel
contented. Yeah, that's the word. Contented. Deeply contented."

He was looking up into my face with a look that was hungry and sad and
wondering. "And there are times," he said, "when I'm watching you walking
or riding or taking a shower, and I almost ache inside with love for you. I
look at your body and I think, 'he belongs to me,' and I'm amazed." He
squeezed me, while still looking into my eyes, "I'm so grateful for you,
Sean. And then I think of having to move to Houston?" Hi voice trailed off.

"Maybe it will work out," I said in a hushing tone.

He looked at me quite seriously, "I don't have a good feeling about that."

I ran my arms around him and hugged him, my face next to his. I felt a tear
run down from his eye. He began to move his cock up against me.  I ground
back. His arms hugged me harder. His movements against my body became more
urgent. Our grinding picked up in pace. His mouth found mine and we
devoured each other. We pressed our cocks together and ground hard and hard
and hard, over and over.

Moans of deep pleasure rose from both our throats. Daniel's legs wrapped
tighter around me. I spread my own thighs, pushing them up against his
butt, giving my balls more direct contact with his. Daniel picked up our
pace again, faster. He gasped and began shooting out between our bodies. It
was only a short time and I did as well. Our hips slowed, but not our lips.

We continued to kiss hungrily until our mouths actually hurt. We held each
other tightly. And then less tight. I rolled off onto my side and lay up
against Daniel. I ran an arm under the back of his head, and began to
soothingly rub his still thick cock and balls.

"So you know I love you?" he asked again.

"Yes."

"I've gotten mad at you a couple of times lately."

"I know."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"I didn't say anything because it just didn't seem worth it. I figured I'd
get over it, and I have."

"I know. I've gotten mad at you a couple of times, you know," I said.

"Yeah, I guessed a couple of times that you might be mad at me. Like when
those guys were throwing beer bottles at us."

"No. Not then. That was one of the many times I thought hanging around you
might get me killed, but that it's sure damn fun."

He chuckled.

I continued to rub his genitals soothingly. And then we were asleep.


The next morning I woke up on my back as Daniel was raising my legs into
the air. When I opened my eyes, he said to me, "You know that monster boner
you had yesterday?"

"You got it?" I asked

"Yep. Damned incredible. I'm hard and aching. It's saying 'FEED ME!' just
like yours did." He began lubing my butt. "And I notice you're hard again."

"Yeah. feels almost like it did yesterday morning. Better get yourself in
me, Daniel. We may have a bit of cock feeding to do."

Every morning after that, one or both of us woke up with what be began to
call "Feed Me!" boners. It became our joke. One of us would wake the other
and say in our best monster voice, "Feed Me!"

We took a last swim before riding out that morning, and stopped by Alex's
family to thank them. As we left, Daniel said, "Now see? Aren't you glad we
had those new swim suits, so we could make friends?"


BECKY AND RICHARD

We had scheduled the longest mileage day of the tour for that day. Much of
the ride would be along rivers and through bottom lands. We were making a
late start. And we had not considered rain. In the early afternoon, we saw
the clouds building to the north. We picked up our pace and passed right
through a couple of small towns, trying to get as far as we could as the
clouds moved closer.

The sky was growing dark and the next town was several miles ahead. We
picked up our pace again. Low scudding clouds began drifting across the
road. There was a flash of lightening followed quickly by the clap of
thunder. We could see the rain wall approaching. The cool crosswind began
to buffet us. Ahead we saw a few small buildings at a highway
intersection. We moved into flying gear and raced the rain for the
intersection.

A few heavy drops were beginning to fall on us as we slowed at the
intersection to pick a place for refuge. There was a new, slick convenience
store on one corner of the intersection. But there was also an old country
store on another. I always opted for country stores, with roofs sloping out
over benches in front. A huge clap of thunder made us jump us as we pulled
our bicycles under the roof, whooping in triumph. The rain thickened to a
downpour.

The store had old-style screen doors, and even old, dark wooden floors. We
bought sodas, chips, string cheese, and barbeque sandwiches; the last from
a hot case. On the bench out front, we relaxed and ate while we waited for
the rain to pass. It was a tin roof and the sound was deafening. The
thunder sounded close over our heads. After forty-five minutes, it was
still raining steadily when a pickup pulled up and a middle-aged cowgirl
jumped out and dashed under the roof.

She was wearing boots, jeans, a western shirt and hat, and a friendly
grin. "Hi boys. Not the best bicycling weather, huh?" She shouted, glancing
at our bikes.

Daniel jerked a thumb at me and said, "I was thinking that at least it
would finally get him clean."

She had a hearty laugh. The screen door slammed loudly as she went inside.

We weren't even half way for the day. The rain lightened slightly for a
moment. I barely had to shout to Daniel, "You know, we might need to just
ride on in the rain."

"This isn't a light rain," Daniel answered, squinting as he looked off to
the north. "We'd get really wet, and I'm not sure what kind of time we
could make."

"Well, we figured we might have to get a motel room sometime. We can wait
until the rain lightens and try to find the first cheap motel we can. Then
dry off the gear in the motel room."

"Excuse me, boys," the cowlady said, stepping out the door. "I could hear
you two talkin just now." The rain picked up again "Or should I say
shouting," she said louder. "This rain is supposed to last a while. And,
boys, this is the hill country--flash floods, low-water-crossings." She
stood before us and put her hands on her hips, "My home is just down the
road there," she pointed with her chin down the crossroad. "I've got a big
back yard that slopes down to the Guadalupe River. You boys can camp out
there, or you can even use my spare bedroom overnight."

Daniel and I looked at each other.

"Look boys," she said, "I've got a son about your age," then she looked at
our faces more closely, "maybe a year or two older," then she continued,
"In fact, I've raised three boys. If I was your mama, I wouldn't want you
boys to be out riding today. What do you say? I'll even fix you boys a good
meal."

We had intended to be flexible on this tour, all along. Daniel and I
exchanged nods. "Sure," we both answered.

"Good," she said. "If you boys want to put your bicycles in the back of my
truck there, I've got a tarp behind the driver's seat you can throw over
them. I just need to run inside her for a couple of things. My names,
Becky," she said, extending her hand. Her grip was firm.

As Becky went inside, we loaded our bikes into the rear of her pickup and
tucked the tarp under them. Then we climbed into the pickup cab. I sat in
the middle. "We really appreciate this, Becky," I said gratefully.

She flashed us a smile. "How long have you boys been riding? How far are
you going?"

"We've been riding ten days now. We were going to ride two weeks, but we
want to make it to Garner State Park before we quit and have been thinking
of adding a day or two," I said. Daniel was looking out the window.

"For sure, you boys want to go to Garner. That's a great state park. And
there are a lot of kids your age this time of year. A lot of kids go there
for dances on the weekends. Just how far do you boys ride in a day?"

"Well, our shortest day so far was about sixty miles. Our longest was going
to be today. We were going to go about 160," I said.

"That's amazing. You boys eating right for all that riding?"

Daniel spoke for the first time, "Well we're always hungry."

Becky gave one of her hearty laughs. "Tonight boys, I'll fix you a good
rainy day meal. Fatten you up a little for that 160 mile ride of yours."

Even though I had just eaten no long before, my stomach growled audibly.

Becky laughed again. "I heard that. Say, you boys have any washing you need
done?"

It was a short ride down the highway, and a bit longer ride down a dirt
road. The house was an older, hill country limestone house, but a big,
sprawling one. It had a large grassy lawn out back that sloped sharply down
to a wide, deep spot in the river. At the river level was broad deck with a
picnic table, benches, and a dock extending out into the river. Across the
way, a couple of rope swings hung from tall cypresses.

The rain had lightened, but was still steady. We rolled our bicycles under
a large covered dog run between the house and garage. Becky watched us
unload and then looked up at the sky. "I think you boys just need to stay
in my spare bedroom tonight."

We did not argue. The hot shower with real towels was wonderful, though we
showered separately so Becky would not freak out. She fed us steak, mashed
potatoes, gravy, green beans, and homemade rolls. While we were eating, her
youngest son, Richard, called. He worked for a trail ride outfit, and
wanted to let her know they were cutting the ride short because of the
weather and that he would be home the next day. "Why are they cutting it
short?" she asked. After his apparent answer, she simply said "Oh."

After the call, I said accusingly, "Some mama you are Becky. It sounded
like you wanted your baby boy to stay out on the trail in the raid."

She smiled. "They do it all the time. But they pack and dress for it. This
time they cut the ride short because it was a private ride for a rich
client. He and his friends wanted to cut the ride short because of the
rain, so they cut the ride short."

After supper, we visited and watched TV with her. The news promised heavy
rain for the next day as well. Then Becky turned in, explaining that she
was a ranch girl and watching the news was the absolute latest she stayed
up at night. The rain had stopped, though, and she encouraged us to stay up
watching TV as late as we wanted.

Instead, we retired to the bedroom. The beds were squeaky. We made love as
quietly as we could on the carpeted floor.

In the morning we woke to rain and the smell of bacon cooking. We both had
"Feed Me!" boners, but now our stomachs were calling "Feed me!" just as
loudly. Daniel and I met on the floor. I wrapped my legs around Daniel's
left thigh and he wrapped his around my left thigh. We humped alongside
each other's hip bones, our thighs pressing up into each other balls. We
were getting close when Daniel pointed out, "This will leave a mess."

We switched to a fast sixty-nine and came seconds apart. "I think I'm going
to still be hard," I said.

"I'm starved," Daniel answered.

Food won over more sex. We ate a breakfast of bacon, steak, eggs, biscuits,
gravy, grits, and toast. I felt like a bowling ball with legs.

Becky encouraged us to relax and stay the day. "By late afternoon, the rain
is supposed to clear out. Things should dry out by tomorrow morning. I can
give you a tour of our ranch and you can meet Ricky when he gets
home. Maybe tonight he'll grill for us. He's a great cook."

The view out the kitchen window was dismal. So we agreed.

That morning, Becky gave us a tour of her ranch, most of which she rented
out to a couple of other ranches. She also showed us interesting spots in
the area, mainly along the river. In the afternoon, we met Ricky, or
Richard as he prefered to be called. After seeing him, we were willing to
call him by whatever name he wanted.

Richard was six feet, five inches tall and was built like a pro
linebacker. He was wearing an open, button down shirt with a tank type
undershirt. He looked to be close to three hundred pounds of bone and slab
muscle. When we shook hands, his hands wrapped around ours and firmly broke
every bone; at least it felt that way. Richard was twenty years old.

He was quiet, and even seemed a little shy, but friendly. The weather was
clearing, and Becky encouraged us all to get out of the house. Richard took
us down to the river. We sat at the picnic table. Daniel and I noticed how
much the water had risen in one day.

Richard relaxed. Before long and we began to make friends. He told us about
his work. When he found out that both Daniel and I were comfortable with
horses, he encouraged us to consider working on trail rides for a
while. The outfit he worked for needed to take on a couple of
wranglers. Richard leaned close and said more quietly, "Most of these folks
are rich and some of the women are really horny. Good looking guys like you
could get plenty of pussy."

Daniel and I didn't say anything. We were quiet a moment. Then Richard told
us to come with him into one of the towns close by to pick up some things
he needed. Actually, he invited us. But an invitation from someone that
size never seems like an invitation.

While we were at a hardware store, I was in a back corner looking at
fishing gear when Daniel gave my butt a squeeze just as Richard came around
the corner. "Oh, shit," I thought, but Richard acted like he had not seen
it.

After Richard grilled an incredible supper (and Daniel and I were beginning
to understand how Richard had gotten so big, with so much food around)
Becky chased us out of the kitchen. Richard sent us down to the river and
said he would be right there. The air was warm and humid. The river had
receded and slowed from earlier. Daniel sat on a bench at the picnic
table. I put my foot up on the bench next to him and gave his shoulder a
rub. Richard popped up with a six pack of beer.

"Between you and your mom," I said, "Daniel and I are actually going to
gain weight on a bicycle tour."

Richard chuckled and shoved two beers at us.

"We don't drink a whole lot, Richard," Daniel said. "You don't mind if we
don't drink much?"

"Naw. I can handle what you can't." He looked out across the water. "Want
to swim later?"

"Sure," we both said.

We sat drinking and watching the water, and the sun setting behind the
remaining clouds. Richard asked questions about our ride and we asked
questions about his trail riding. "We've got no ride tomorrow," Richard
said. "Why don't you two boys come riding with me in the morning before you
go?"

Daniel and I were anxious to get back on the road, but Richard was
persistent. We finally agreed to a short ride.

Richard stood up, stretching his legs. Then he went to a side
railing. Leaning back against it, he looked at us as if coming to a
decision. "I've been watching you boys. Are you boys gay?"

Richard and I both just sat there. What on earth do you answer a six foot,
five cowboy who has just asked if you are gay? I shook my head no. Daniel
nodded yes. Richard smiled.

"I thought so," he said, satisfied. "You boys look good together."

It took a moment for that to sink in. "You're gay?" I half exclaimed.

Richard grimaced, "Not so loud. Mom won't be coming down here, but she can
still hear if you yell."

"How did you know we were gay?" Daniel asked, concerned.

"Oh, don't worry. You guys aren't that obvious. It's just easier to spot a
gay when you are one. And I'm the only one for miles."

"Must be lonely," I said,

Richard gave a bittersweet smile, "Until last fall, I had a good
friend. Next ranch over. He's a little younger and left for college. I see
him when he comes home from holidays, but we don't do anything."

"That's sad," Daniel said. "For both of you."

I reached out and took Daniel's hand. "Daniel's family is moving to Houston
this summer. We're hoping that Daniel can stay with my family until we
leave for college," I explained.

Richard nodded, looking at our joined hands. "Well, I envy you boys. It is
lonely out here. I've been thinking of going to college myself. I love this
ranch and ranching. I just never meet any other gays, except for an old guy
on a trail ride every once in a while."

"Hell," I said, "You ought to be able to get a football scholarship at just
about any college you want."

Richard shook his head ruefully. "I'm big and strong, but I have no
speed. Besides, Football's not my sport." He stood and stretched. "I'm
going to go get a couple more beers. You boys want any?"

We both declined. When he disappeared over the slope, I gripped Daniel's
hand tighter, "That's sad."

"Feel like doing a Hill Country Gay Emergency Rescue?"

I was surprised. Actually, I had not thought of that. "The guy is huge," I
protested.

"The guy is lonely," Daniel answered.

I nodded. "Yeah. I guess we could help. Are you wanting to?" I asked.

"Yes," Daniel answered, looking up the hill, waiting for Richard to
return. "We can give him the full treatment, like we did Peter at Inks
Lake. Only this time, it's my turn for the soft tush."

"Soft tush! He looks as soft as a granite mountainside. And if he's hung
like the rest of him...well damn, have you ever been fucked by a horse?"

"Sssssh. He's coming back."

The sun had gone down. It was getting dark. "You guys want to go for a
swim?" Richard asked.

"Sounds good." We both agreed. "We'll go get our suits."

"Hell, we don't need suits. Nobody is going to come by on the river this
late, and Mom's certainly not coming down. If you boys want some privacy, I
can go back to the house."

"No," we both quickly protested.

"Fine," Richard said, and began to peel off his clothes. As did we.

His body was magnificent. It wasn't just that he was so tall and was
absolutely ripped, but he also had huge muscles. He looked like one of
those Mr. Universe models. At least, I thought gratefully, his endowment
looked about average.

Richard was looking us over, too. "Boys, somebody has plucked your
chickens."

"Daniel was playing cowboys and Indians and scalped me," I said. "So I
scalped him back."

"Well I'd sure be careful playing with knives down there. A guy could get
hurt real bad." He turned toward the water. "It's a little shallow here,"
Richard cautioned. "Don't dive. It's better to jump."

We all jumped in. The current was not too strong and we managed to swim
easily. Daniel got us into a splashing contest with Richard. Richard came
at me. Diving under, he grabbed me by a thigh and a hand to the chest and
rose up, tossing me into the air. I hadn't been tossed like that since I
was a little kid.

He went for Daniel, throwing him with a hand to the butt, like a shot
put. We let Richard toss us until we were all out of breath. As we were
standing there, recovering. I caught Daniel's eye and he nodded.

I stepped up in front of Richard. We were in water only a little over waist
deep. Looking up into his eyes, I said, "Richard, Daniel and I want to give
you a night to remember." Then I reached out and stroked his balls. He did
not stop me.

On the contrary, he sagged into my hand and his cock began to grow, and
grow. I began to realize that his endowment only looked average because of
his size. Richard was hung like a horse. "Damn, Richard. This thing gets
really big when you give it a little heat."

He gave me a broad grin and I began to wonder just how wise this had
been. Richard's hands ran under my butt and he pulled me up off the bottom
by my butt to rub his cock against mine.

I was still a little soft. I guess Richard wanted me hard. He squatted down
in the water, and split my legs, taking my cock into his mouth . He ran his
shoulders under my thighs and stood up so that my legs were hanging over
his shoulders and down his back, he was sucking my cock, and I was bent
over his head trying to hang on. He grabbed my hips and began pushing me in
and out of his mouth. Despite the strain, my cock was responding.

"Where the hell is Daniel?" I wondered, and then realized he was standing
almost under me, stroking Richard's cock.

Once I was hard, Richard lowered me back down to where he was again holding
me up by my butt, my cock against his. Daniel had stepped back. I tried
wrapping my legs over Richard's hips, which only encouraged him. He carried
me up the bank and back over onto the deck where he laid me back on the
table, my butt against his loins at the end. As he placed his cock at my
hole, I said, "Richard, what about a little lubri...OH SHHHHHHHHHHI..." His
huge hand clamped over my mouth as he buried himself into me, lubricated
only by any remaining river water. I was so glad I was not a virgin.

Daniel said, "Be careful with him Richard. That butt has to last me for the
rest of this trip."

I flashed my watering eyes at Daniel who gave me a "What can I do?"
shrug. I was about to reach for Daniel's balls to let him know how I really
felt when Richard's arms ran under my back and he lifted me up off the
table. My own weight carried me the rest of the way down Richard's shaft to
his balls. As he supported my back with his arms, he began to pump into
me. I locked my legs over his hips and tried to grip his shoulders.

He was bucking up into me hard. I suddenly felt like I was on a run away
rodeo ride. Richard bucked up into me as he walked around the deck and
eventually propped me partly on a side rail by the water. Daniel was
hopelessly trying to follow Richard around, rubbing his ass or back. When
we stopped, Daniel stepped up behind Richard. If he was going to try to
screw him, it would be like a terrier trying to fuck a Dane. Meanwhile I
wondered about an escape back flip into the water when Richard moved a hand
behind my head and pulled me close and kissed me.

In his powerful arms, completely at his mercy, and being kissed in an
absolutely "Richard in charge," kind of way, I thought I might be
understanding how a woman might feel getting fucked. It wasn't all
bad. With my weight partly on the rail, Richard enveloped me in his arms
and squeezed me to him. His chest and belly were incredibly muscled and my
dick flattened between us.

Richard turned and looked over his shoulder saying, "I'm not really into
that," which made me think Daniel had tried to make a sandwich. Richard
began pounding me again as he held me tightly to him. I was able to relax a
little and started to get into it. Then Richard, still buried deep in me,
carried me back to the table and laid me down with my butt over the end. He
grabbed my legs and pulled me hard back against him. The he began making
long slow plunges into me.

My cock was hard and I started to stroke. I felt one of Richard's huge
hands cup my balls, and then rub them with surprising gentleness as well as
the base of my cock. Daniel came around and placed his cock at my lips. I
took it into my mouth thinking I could have used a little more help with
Richard.

Richard was completely into himself, or rather, me. I don't think he even
noticed Daniel at my face because soon he turned me to my side and fucked
me for a while that way. Daniel had to walk around the end of the table to
find my mouth again.

Then Richard turned me onto my stomach, my butt hanging over the end of the
table, legs spread. And he fucked me for a while that way, slapping my
butt. I expected a "Giddy up," at any time. I don't know where Daniel went.

Richard locked his arms under my waist and pulled me up and off the table,
still pumping. I tried to straighten up in his arms, and reached a hand
back on either side to grab onto his arms. That made the angle of his cock
hard against my prostate as he pumped. I locked my legs behind his. Things
were beginning to feel good. Mercifully, Daniel appeared and began trying
to stroke and lick my cock without getting impaled each time Richard thrust
into me.

I wondered how long this, or more accurately, my butt, was going to last
when Richard began making his strokes longer and pounded harder. For my
part, I was trying to escape up his pole using only my sphincter to climb
with.

His arms tightened hard around my gut which I tightened in
self-protection. Richard must have been a dribbler rather than a shooter. I
felt his cock spasming, but no splashing inside. Instead, I was suddenly
well lubricated and felt cum running out of my hole.

Richard dropped me off at the rail, and ran his cock up and down my
backside as he came down from his orgasm. But he remained hard. "Oh good,"
I thought. "He's got some left to go after Daniel," and I leaned over the
rail to relax.

Instead of going after Daniel. Richard re-entered me. Then he pulled
out. The he re-entered. It was definitely a new and not entirely
pleasurable sensation as Richard kept entering and pulling out. Each time,
he entered more deeply. Before long, he was completely buried in me and
pumping as I lay bent over the railing.

We stayed that way for a long time. At least a long time for me. Then
Richard wrapped his arms under my waist again and lifted me up. I was
hanging limply from his cock as he used it to reshape my insides. He knelt
us down and then onto our stomachs on the deck. "I better not get splinters
from this," I thought as Richard began pounding me down the length of one
of the planks, "or Daniel gets to pick out each one." Richard pounded me a
couple of times. "Pick them out with his teeth," I thought. "Then I'll
screw him with a board."

Daniel sat close by on a bench, stroking and watching. Richard screwed and
screwed.

"Use to long tail rides?" Daniel quipped.

I reached a hand for Daniel's foot close by. He sensed by criminal intent
and pulled it back quickly.

And Richard went on. I thought the sun would rise before he was done. But
he did finally finish, plunging deep to deposit his load. He relaxed on me
and squashed my breath out. Richard kissed the side of my face and my neck
and ran a hand over my shoulders. "Thanks, Sean. You really are good."

"Oh, it was nothing," I wheezed, "You did all the work."

"Well you've got a great tight body. Really beautiful. And you sure know
how to work your butt."

"Defensive reflexes," I mumbled.

"Huh?" he asked.

"That's what sex is," I said more loudly.

Richard kissed me a final time and climbed off. "Think I'll rinse some."
And he jumped in the river.

"How you feeling?" Daniel asked from the bench.

"Squashed, reemed, and ravished. If he wants any more 'night to remember,'
you've got to do it. It's a matter of life and death."

Daniel came over and helped me to my feet. He was rubbing my butt. "Don't
even think about it," I warned.

"Hey, man. I was just trying to make it feel better."

"Later you can kiss it and make it well." As I straightened, I said, "Well
now I know why cowboys walk bow-legged. And I think I know why his friend
really left for college."

Richard climbed from the water and shook himself like a dog does to throw
off water. "Well guys," he said, "I know you want to give me a night to
remember, and it already is. You've taken good care of me. But I'm an early
riser. If you two don't mind, I'm going to head off to bed."

We both shook our heads dumbly. Daniel's arm was around my waist and mine
was over his shoulder. I felt like a football casualty being helped off the
field. Richard walked up and took my chin in his huge hand. He gave me a
sweet kiss and rubbed his cheek against mine. I absently wondered if he did
that with his horse. "Thanks, Sean." He kissed Daniel. "Thanks, Daniel. You
boys sleep well. We'll do that little ride in the morning."

My eyes shot open. I watched him walk up the hill to his house and
shuddered.

"Looking forward to tomorrow?" Daniel asked.

"Your turn tomorrow," I said, "You owe me. You owe me big."

"Did you ever cum?" Daniel asked.

"No, did you."

"No."

"Want to meet in the river?" I asked looking at him.

Daniel took me in his arms and kissed me long and lovingly. "What would you
like to do?" he whispered in my ear.

I whispered back, "I want to rinse in the river and then do to you
everything that Richard did to me. Everything."

Daniel laughed and hugged me.


We took our ride the next morning. It was fun to be in the saddle again and
it was a pretty ride. When we passed an old barn and Richard suggested a
toss in the hay, "There are a few rats and snakes in the hay, but they
won't bother us," we declined because of time, though Daniel did volunteer
to give a good, farewell suck. It looked way too easy to me, as I watched.

That night we both called our parents to ask for a few extra days for our
tour. We wanted to make it to Garner with a couple of days to spare. I did
not ask my Dad if he had made a decision about Daniel staying with us. I
wanted nothing to spoil the last of our tour. We were given an extra week.


GARNER

The last couple of days before Garner saw some of our best riding. The
first day, we came up on a long, slow descent. We had no way to measure,
but decided later that we covered almost twelve miles in just over twenty
minutes.

We also bicycled over what the locals called "Devil's backbone and topped
the high ridge without once getting off our bikes to push."

And one afternoon when we needed to pause for a rest, we spotted an open,
grassy meadow from the road. We pushed our bicycles on in and rested
shirtless in shade at the edge of the meadow, out of sight of the
road. After resting and snacking, we rose to leave. But Daniel's hair was
hanging partly over his face and his chest glistened with sweat. I pulled
him to me and we kissed.

Our kissing became more. Our hands slid over the sweat of our backs and
sides. I turned Daniel around and pulled his pants down past his butt. The
black lycra pants lifted and highlighted Daniel's ass. As I ran my hands
over it, I had an overwhelming desire to lick it and lick his crack.

Kneeling behind him, I ran my mouth and tongue all over his butt, and then
I licked up his crack. He rose on his toes each time. But then something
happened I had not planned on. All our love making over the previous days
had loosened Daniel's outer sphincter. As I was licking up his crack, my
tongue plunged in. Daniel jumped and let out a pleasured grunt. I was
surprised that it did not taste gross, and pushed my tongue in again. Again
Daniel grunted. I tongue fucked him and he grunted a lot.

I was hard now. Very hard. I rose to stand behind him and pulled down my
shorts. He braced himself with his hands on his knees. I held his hips as I
pushed in. He was hot inside. I guess from the ride and the heat. And more
than normal, his insides caressed me. I bent over him and hugged his body
to mine as cradled his butt in my crotch and stroked long and deep into
him. There were times when Daniel's butt brought me to orgasm faster than
just about anything else I could do.

I stood up and held him by the shoulders as I pounded my last strokes in
and came.

As I relaxed and softened, I felt the vibrations of Daniel
stroking. Bending over him, I said, "Your turn lover." I pulled out and
turned around, putting my hand on my own knees.

As his long shaft entered me and I felt the pleasure of his loose, sweaty
balls against my butt, I realized that somewhere on the trip, I had lost
virtually all discomfort at being fucked. I wondered if Richard had given
me the final cure. In fact, far from being uncomfortable, my butt, with
Daniel in it, was becoming a great source of pleasure for me.

We were making love once or twice every evening and once or twice in the
morning and sometimes on the road. And the more we made love, the hornier I
was becoming. Daniel seemed to be going through the same thing. I wondered
how we would do when we got back home.


Garner State Park has been called the queen of the Texas state parks. The
Frio River runs along the hills there. The water is cool. There are huge
ancient cypress trees along the river bank. The air is rich with cedar. And
in the summer, the park is packed. We did have reservations, but had to
cancel when we were going to be there too late. Fortunately, a friendly
ranger found a site for two boys on bicycles.

There were a lot of families, and a lot of teenage girls and boys. We wore
Daniel's swim suites. The girls flirted with us, as did a couple of
boys. On weekends at Garner, there were always country and western dances
at the pavilion. We went by one night, but did not stay. Swim shorts, tank
tops, and sandals did not fit in.

At the downriver end of the park, the tall cliffs rose from the Frio to the
top of a ridge of hills. The cliffs were close to vertical, but deeply
weathered. They looked pretty climbable, even in sandals. Thursday
afternoon, Daniel and I climbed them to the top. The bicycling had
conditioned us well. The climb was easy, though it took a little time. At
the top, we sat on a rock and looked out over the park below.

"Only today and tomorrow, now, I guess," I said sadly. My dad would be
picking us up in his van in Uvalde mid-day, Saturday.

Daniel ran an arm around my waist and we turned to kiss. "Let's climb up
here tonight," he suggested, "and make love on the top of the world."

"There's a road over there," I pointed out. "I wonder if lovers come up
here."

"So what? They'd be too busy to care about us."

We were just in shorts and sandals. The bright sun was directly
overhead. Sweat glistened off Daniel's smiling face and body. I kissed his
neck. "We could do it right now," I suggested.

"No," Daniel said. "It would be all wrong. I want to do it at the edge of
the cliff, looking out over all that," Daniel said, sweeping his hand out
across the Frio bottom lands and the hills beyond. "And I want to do it in
the moonlight," he turned to me, "in the moonlight, like we did on the
beach last summer." He ran a hand up into my hair. His eyes traveled over
my face and my hair, "and like we have done on this trip. We belong in the
moonlight." He lightly kissed my lips, "You are beautiful in the
daylight. In the moonlight, you are a god."

I smiled in surprise, and wrapped my arms around him as best as I could,
sitting side by side, and I kissed him. "Tonight then," I said, "we will be
two gods on Olympus, making love at the top of the world." I nuzzled his
neck. "Shall we make thunder, lightning, and storm?"

"Maybe," he said, kissing my ear, "but maybe we will simply make the stars
grow brighter and scent the breeze with love."

I pulled back and looked at him. "Daniel, you are getting downright
poetic."

"I've been hanging around you, haven't I?"

That night, we returned to the top of the cliff. There were no cars with
lovers. Just us. The black sky blazed with stars and the moon was almost
full.

We found a large flat rock close to the edge of the cliff and sat and
talked and wove together our dreams for the days to come. We laid back and
marked constellations, stars, and the Milky Way. I turned onto my side and
rubbed Daniel's belly. Then kissed him, and ran my hand into his
shorts. His scrotum was damp from the climb and loose. His egg shaped balls
rolled easily in their silky pouch. His cock began to stiffen. I stroked
it. And the stars began to burn more brightly.

I kissed my way down him, and pulled off his shorts and sandals. I spread
his legs and the breeze carried the scent of his love. I kissed up his legs
and licked between them. I licked his ballsack and his thick shaft. After I
pulled off my own shorts and sandals, I rolled Daniel onto all-fours so
that he looked out over the cliff to all that was spread in the moonlight
below, and I marveled at how lovely Daniel shone beside me, like a god of
youth looking down on the world.

I kissed over his back and over his butt. My hands explored his legs, his
balls, his cock, his belly and chest, his back, his butt. I licked up his
crack, tongued his hole, and spread his legs. Then knelt between them. I
laid my cock down on him, then my belly and chest on his back. I wrapped my
arms under him and kissed behind his ear. He raised his head to rub against
mine. We both sighed.

"So," I asked, "how does Daniel, boy god of love like the view from
Olympus?"

I could feel him smile. "Daniel likes the view from Olympus, and likes the
view on Olympus." He turned his head to kiss the side of my face.

The KY was in the pocket of my shorts. I took it out and spread it up
Daniel's crack, then over my cock. His butt was so lovely, I just rubbed it
a moment. Then kneeling between his legs, I entered him and slid my body up
over his. He rocked back and we came together.

We began rocking. Me into him. Daniel back into me. There was no
rush. There was no urgency. We were joined together as naturally as the
stars shone and the moon stood in the sky. A breeze whipped past in
benediction and I kissed the back of Daniel's neck.

We rocked back so that I was pleasantly buried in him, and he was sitting
in my lap. "Sing my song to me, Sean," he said rocking. "And sing in your
full voice."

And so I sang Daniel's song. My voice carried out over the wind and the
park below. My voice was strong, the timber as good as I would ever sing. I
was singing for Daniel. And there on top of the cliff, he danced to my
song. He danced in my lap. My arms went around him and we danced together
as I sang past his ear. The wind blew through the trees and they swayed
with us. Then the wind blew past us and carried my song away.

The sky grew wide and the horizon receded. And all that was or would ever
be, balanced the universe on that moment. Daniel was in my arms and in my
lap. I was singing to him with all my heart, and with my body.

When the last echoes of my voice died away below, I rearranged us so that
Daniel was on his side, looking over the cliff, and I spooned behind him,
laying my lower arm under his head for a pillow and with my other, I
encircled his waist. I kissed his neck and shoulder, and moved in pleasure
inside him, his body wrapped in mine. I buried my nose in the hair at the
back of his head and filled my nostrils with his smell. And all these
things I tried hard to anchor in my memory. For certainly life could get no
better than this.

We took turns making love. We laid and talked and moved together. A coyote
was passing along the cliff edge and jumped in surprise when we moved. He
disappeared like a ghost. An owl flew past, out on the wind. Somewhere
below, there was distant laughter and a splash; someone skinny dipping in
the moonlight.

It was very late when we climbed back down.

We returned to Olympus the next night, to finish our last night of our tour
on top of the cliffs. We banished thoughts of the next day and of days to
come from our minds. We enjoyed the night and allowed ourselves no
distractions.

The last day, we rose early and road to Uvalde.


There will probably be two more segments to this story before we are
done. As always, emails are appreciated btomandback@hotmail.com