Dream Catcher

We’ve reached the halfway point,” said Tommy. “It’s
time to shed our cloths.” He had already started removing
his boots and socks.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “You mean we’re going to hike
another five miles naked?”

Tommy tossed what appeared to be a buckskin pouch on the
ground between my feet. “Relax. You won’t be completely
naked,” he said. “You’ll be wearing that.”

In loosening the long strip of hide that bound the
pouch, I realized it wasn’t a pouch at all. It was, in fact,
a loin cloth wrapped tightly around a pair of moccasins.

I watched Tommy take off his pants. My view was not
obstructed by underwear; he wasn’t wearing any. While I
removed my shirt, my eyes never once lost sight of the
impressive, snake—like organ swaying heavily from his nearly
hairless groin. His skin was a deep, almost glowing shade of
rusty-red. He was thin, especially at the waist and hips,
but was far from being scrawny. His pecs were well—defined,
his abdomen hard and rippled.

I could feel my cock swelling, pinging troublesomely
with each belabored thump of my impassioned young heart. I
took a deep breath and peeled off both my pants and underwear
at the same time. Tommy looked up from what he was doing
just long enough to give me a quick once over. His full,
plum—colored lips curved up to form a mischievous grin, but
he said nothing about my brutal erection.

“I want you,” I said dropping down on my knees before
him. “I want to suck you big, beautiful cock.”

Tommy smiled, running his fingers through my hair. “I
know,” he said, his cock twitching into a state of full
arousal. “And I want you, too. I haven’t been able to think
of anything else.

I took his bitter—sweet organ between my lips and drew
it into my mouth, tonguing and sucking his manhood until he
shot a torrential wad of gooey jism in my face.

Tommy reached down and pulled me to my feet, kissing me
hard on the mouth, licking my face until he had lapped up
every drop of his spent nectar. I tilted my head back and he
licked my neck and shoulders. He sank lower, nibbling my
nipples. Lower yet, tonguing my belly button. I gasped as
his sensuous, wet lips parted and he took my cock into his
mouth. Whimpering passionately, trying desperately to hold
off the inevitable, I felt my floodgates give way.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.

Tommy spit out my cock and jacked me off, letting my
spunk rain down on his handsome face.

Darkness was rapidly approaching when we reached the
valley. “We’re here,” said Tommy, squatting down, the raven
black hair that hung to the middle of his back fanning out
over his shoulders.

Tommy led the way to a clearing where a mammoth barrier
of rock heaved up out of the earth. The face of the rock was
concave, Mother Nature’s idea of a Holiday Inn.

That evening, there was no time to hunt. We scarcely
had time enough to gather wood for a fire before darkness
closed in around us. It was just as well; we were both too
tired to eat. Sleep came easily that night.

The next morning, I awoke to the delicious aroma of
rabbit roasting over an open fire. I was famished, but not
so much that I failed to notice that Tommy had removed his
loincloth. My eyes opened wide to better absorb every detail
of his nakedness. The rabbit would satisfy the hunger in my
belly, but only the manly roll of meat between Tommy’s legs
would satisfy my lust.

It was a warm, gray morning. The air was heavy with the
threat of rain. After making short work of picking the
rabbit’s bones clean, I took a quick jaunt into the woods to
alleviate the pressure in my bladder. At this point, I, too
discarded my loincloth.

Wearing nothing but a thin sash of hide around our
waists to hold our knives, Tommy and I set out to plunder a
nearby stream. In no time we had enough trout to provide us
with a bountiful dinner.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as we headed back toward
camp. When the rain came, it poured. Tommy and I held hands
and danced amongst the torrential drops like a couple of
playful colts. As our arms encircled one another, our
thrashing ceased. I stared into Tommy’s passionate, brown
eyes and let my hands glide down his back to palm the cheeks
of his shimmering, wet ass. I pulled him closer, thrusting
my cock against his. His hands came up and cradled my face.
My lips were on fire as our mouths came together gently,
lasciviously chewing and sucking one anothers’ slippery
tongues.

I nibbled along the flawless outline of his exquisite
jaw. My lips were pleasantly amazed by the smoothness of his
handsome face. He gasped faintly as my tongue blazed a path
down his long, muscular neck. He shivered as I lapped at his
erect nipples.

The steady rain lubricated my fingers as they looped
around the lurching hardness of Tommy’s jutting cock.
Pulling back his foreskin, I exposed the hot, super-sensitive
crest of his rigid rod to the nippy sting of nature’s wet
caress. His slick bulbous knob swelled with excitement, and
I knew I had to have his beautiful cock in my mouth.

Squatting down before him, I stared into the teary eye
of his fleshy demon. The sweet fragrance of his male scent
made my mouth water. His seven inch cock whirled frantically
in response to my steamy breath. Capturing the head of his
delirious organ between my lips, I drew the entire length of
his quivering fuck muscle deep into my ravenous gullet.

Tommy’s knees wobbled as I licked the slick, tubular
underbelly of his pulsating cock. “Ahh yeah,” he cooed.
“Suck it. You have such a hot mouth. So Hot! So wet! Oh
yeah, suck my dick. Suck it all the way down your throat.”

I sucked Tommy’s elongated flesh until he was on the
verge of shooting his creamy wad. It was too soon for him to
cum. I had so much more in store. I spit out his cock and
spun him around, grabbing each of his muscular butt-cheeks in
a hand. I couldn’t wait to feast my eyes on the treasures
that awaited me in his dank valley. Spreading his buttocks
apart, I gazed wantonly upon the splendid sight of his
vulnerable, crimson pucker.