Baja Honeymoon

by Roland Graeme

  But mercifully, he didn’t come. Instead of leading quickly and inexorably to an eruption of semen, the erotic tension just seemed to build and build, without resolving itself in orgasm. Giving in completely to his hunger, Ken went on sucking the full length of Rick’s cock, feeding it recklessly in and out of his mouth and allowing the bloated head to jab at the back of his throat.

  Rick was now so aroused that he was literally fucking Ken’s mouth. In fact, Rick was kind of rough about it, which Ken didn’t mind at all. He couldn’t help wondering, more than a little smugly and cynically, whether that slutty fiancée of Rick’s had ever given him this kind of head. Somehow Ken doubted it.

  To Ken’s further delight, Rick was soon reduced to abject pleading, begging helplessly for Ken to stop prolonging the blow job and let him ejaculate. “Oh please, Ken, don’t stop. Not now. Not now, when I’m about to come. God, I can’t stand this. I can’t take much more of this. You’re going to have to suck it off. You want to, don’t you? You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you? I’ll suck yours too, I swear to God I will. I’ll do anything you want me to, if you’ll only let me come!”

  Ken’s ears were ringing from the extra blood that rushed to his head as he labored away at his straight friend’s sweet, juicy cock. Nevertheless, he heard and understood Rick’s pleas for the mercy of orgasm. But Ken couldn’t resist tormenting the other guy just for a little while longer. He knew that a slight additional delay would only increase the pleasure for both of them when he finally did relent and allow Rick to climax. And so Ken went right on sucking as relentlessly as he had been, for a few moments. But then he stopped altogether, although he retained Rick’s prick in his mouth and clamped his lips down around the bulky cylinder near its base. Rick struggled and whimpered and made spasmodic humping motions with his strong hips, face-fucking Ken again in what was clearly a desperate attempt to get the friction going again. Ken nearly choked as the big dick jabbed at the back of his mouth hard enough to make him gag, but despite his momentary discomfort, an involuntary laugh welled up in his throat. He had Rick exactly where he wanted him—namely, so hot that he’d forgotten such distinctions as gay versus straight, or any lingering embarrassment he may have originally felt about the act of cocksucking, as sheer sexual need took over his body and his mind.

  Ken attacked the penis in his mouth again without warning and with renewed gusto. He drew in a deep, lung-filling breath through his nostrils before he allowed all of Rick’s cock to slide right down into his throat.

  Rick heaved his body violently upward from the sleeping bag, letting out a blood-curdling screech.

  Ken dug his fingers into Rick’s hips, trying to steady the other man’s pelvis, and held on for dear life as he deep-throated him with all the expertise he had at his command. He’d finally succeeded, he soon realized, in pushing Rick over the edge. Only a few strokes of Rick’s piston in and out of Ken’s mouth were needed to drive him past the point of no return. He writhed on the sleeping bag, sobbing in a breathless way that sounded close to hysteria, and then with a savage, gloating sense of pride, Ken felt the thick cock he’d gulped down so recklessly swell even larger within his throat, cutting off his air supply completely before it burst, pouring a veritable tidal wave of semen down his throat.

  “Cocksucker!” Rick yelled. “You hot fucking cocksucker, you. Take it. Take my cum. You asked for it, you horny bastard. Now you’re going to get it. All of it. Yeah, take it all. Swallow that fucking jizz of mine.”

  Ken held his breath until his face turned dark purple. But he held on with grim determination, letting Rick blow his full wad down Ken’s frantically working throat. He’d worked too hard to earn that semen to relinquish a drop of it now. He swallowed as much of the thick load as he could in the first gulp. But he could already feel the surplus flow backing up into his mouth, and he paused for a moment, holding his breath, to savor its texture and taste as it seared his tongue. Ah, sweet, fresh hot cum. And not just any man’s cum. Rick’s semen—the very essence of his being. Gratefully, Ken swallowed what he assumed was the rest of it, like a gourmet treating his palate to some exotic dish. But Rick’s long-delayed orgasm was so violent, so prolonged, and so generous in its outpouring of frothy fluid that he had a surprise in store. No sooner had Ken let the cock slide up out of his throat and escape from between his lips, than—to his astonishment—it suddenly fired off a final spurt of fluid.

  “Fuck!” Ken exclaimed in awe. Instinctively, he drove his mouth back down on the erupting prick. Despite his dexterity, even a seasoned pro like Ken couldn’t catch it all. Rick shot so much cum in his final outpouring that some of it escaped through the tight seal of Ken’s lips and trickled down his chin.

  “I guess I wasn’t done yet,” Rick said apologetically. “Damn, I can’t believe I came so hard.”

  Me, either, Ken wanted to say. But he was incapable of speech at the moment. He had learned his lesson, and he kept Rick’s cock safely trapped inside his mouth until he was sure he had received every last drop. Rick’s erection was flagging a bit, but his penis was still semihard as it leaked the last drops of his seed. Ken gingerly let the velvety-smooth, cum-covered cockhead slip out of his mouth. He extended his tongue and licked it clean. He swallowed repeatedly, but it still felt as though he had a mouthful of warm mashed potatoes. Sucking Rick off had been rather like chug-a-lugging an entire pint of warm cream. Ken half expected the stuff to start running out of his ears, there was so much of it.

  “I never knew anybody could suck cock like that,” Rick babbled happily. “Where the hell did you learn how to do it like that?” As he spoke, he put his hands on Ken’s shoulders and squeezed them gently, then let out a nervous little postorgasmic titter.

  Ken was almost afraid to try out his own vocal cords, for fear they’d been torn loose from their moorings or gummed up permanently by that awesome flood of sperm. “Where’d I learn that?” he was finally able to mumble. “I had a succession of good teachers.”

  “You must’ve gone after extra credit,” Rick retorted. “Jesus! My dick feels like it’s been put through a wringer.”

  “It seems to have come out undamaged.” Ken wiped his lips with his palm and swallowed again. The interior of his mouth was beginning to feel as though it was returning to normal. He was suddenly, acutely aware of his own neglected erection, throbbing away as it jutted out from his groin at an angle, like an animate flagpole. “How about returning the favor?”

  “Huh?” Rick still seemed lost in his hazy ejaculatory aftermath.

  “I seem to recall you saying something about you going down on me.”

  “Aw, shit, Ken. You’re not going to hold me to that, are you?”

  “Oh, so now that you’ve gotten your own rocks off, you’re backing down. Is that it?”

  “I’m just not sure I can go through with it.”

  “Relax. I’m not going to try to talk you into doing anything you’re not ready for. But I will tell you one thing. I’m going to have to jerk off. It’s your fault, because you’ve gotten me all worked up. I’m so damn hard, I can’t stand it a moment longer. Don’t worry, it’s not going to take me long.”

  “Can I watch?”

  “Sure. In fact, you’d better move out of the line of fire, unless you want to do more than just watch. With this load I can feel building up, I may get some of it on you.”

  “I don’t care. I want to see you come.”

  “Yeah, but do you want to feel me come? You want to risk being sprayed?”

  “Why not. Hell, go ahead. Squirt it on me. I want to find out what it feels like.”

  “Fuck! You’d better be careful what you wish for, buddy. Are you serious?”

  “You bet I am. Go ahead. Pop your load. Shoot it right on me.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ken quickly straddled Rick’s thighs, kneeling over him with his own legs positioned on the outsides of Rick’s. In this position, Ken’s stiff prick jutted out above Rick’s penis, which w
as undeniably smaller now that it had lost its erection, but which still looked beautiful to Ken as it sagged over the taut muscles of Rick’s abdomen. It wasn’t often that the sight of a limp dick could make Ken’s own cock stir and swell. But in this, as in so many other things, Rick was exceptional. Staring down now into Rick’s eyes, Ken lost no time in taking his cock firmly in his right fist and stroking it with fierce, short pumps. Rick, who had sat partway up, locked his gaze on the spectacle of Ken masturbating himself.

  “Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re really flogging the old hog, aren’t you?”

  “I’m so fucking horny I think I’m going to explode. I can still taste your cum in my mouth.”

  “Did that turn you on?”

  “Hell, yes. I love taking a guy’s load in my mouth. And you sure gave me a big one. It tasted good too.”

  “I’ve never heard another guy say things like that to me.”

  “I bet you’ve never had another guy do what I’m doing right on top of you now, either.”

  “No. God, that’s hot to watch. It’s like something out of a porno film. You’ve got a really big dick. The head of that fucking thing looks as though it’s been blown up like a balloon. Keep beating it, Ken. Keep beating that fucker. Make it shoot. I want to see you shoot!”

  “Oh hell, Rick. I’m getting so close.”

  “I know the feeling, buddy. I was just there a minute ago, myself, thanks to you. It feels good, doesn’t it, even though it almost hurts?”

  “Yeah. Oh yeah.”

  “What can I do to help?” Rick asked, with undisguised eagerness.

  Ken wasn’t feeling shy. “Grab hold of my nipples and pinch ’em, as hard as you can.”

  Rick reached out with both hands, grasped the stiff brown cones that crowned Ken’s tanned pectoral mounds between his thumbs and forefingers, and gave them a squeeze. Ken sucked in his breath sharply. He felt a stab of response flash through his groin. It was as though Rick had squeezed not his nipples, but his cock.

  “Like this?” Rick asked.

  “Hell, yes. Only pinch ’em even harder. Make it hurt. Oh yeah!”

  “Don’t hold it back. Shoot your fucking wad.”

  “Holding it back is no longer an option, you prick-teasing motherfucker.”

  “Who’s a prick teaser? I let you suck my cock, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, and you promised to suck mine too, before you welshed on the deal.”

  “I’m sorry, Ken. I’d like to try sucking it, but I’m not sure I can fit all of that big thing of yours in my mouth. Next time, I’ll try. I promise. I swear to God.”

  Next time? So there is definitely going to be a next time, huh? The thought, along with the sudden, lurid mental image of Rick actually going down on his cock, was finally too much for Ken to withstand. He erupted in a volcanic spasm, his semen showering out into the air and raining down on Rick’s bare torso like drops of hot white lava.

  “Fuck!” Rick screamed.

  “Hell, yes,” Ken gasped as he discharged his full load.

  “I’m getting some of that fucking stuff on my face,” Rick declared.

  “Sorry.”

  “Oh, don’t apologize. It feels wild.”

  “It feels pretty damn good on my end too,” Ken reported. He looked down at Rick’s cum-spattered face and chest. “Christ, I sure came a lot, didn’t I? I’d better grab a towel.”

  “Not yet. Kiss me first.”

  Still straddling Rick’s thighs, Ken leaned over carefully, and then leaned on one elbow. He smiled at Rick. Then he cupped Rick’s head in the palm of his free hand and kissed him full on the mouth. Rick’s lips parted and his tongue darted out to enter and explore the interior of Ken’s mouth. Ken could feel a wet smear of his own jism being transferred from Rick’s cheek to his. Rick let out a moan muffled by the two men’s lip-lock, and Ken suspected it was because Rick could taste his own cum lingering within Ken’s mouth. From the sounds Rick was making, he liked the taste and was definitely getting off on the prolonged kiss.

  Yeah, Ken exulted, as he returned the pressure of Rick’s lips, kissing him back fiercely, possessively. You’re mine now, boy! All mine.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  DESERT DESIRE

  KEN KNEW that there were some men who blew hot and cold. In bed with another man at night, they’d turn into the kind of dirty sex pigs who’d be willing and eager to do anything. But afterward, in the cold light of day, they’d cool off and back down, retreating behind a macho façade and maintaining an emotional distance between themselves and their erstwhile sex partner.

  Luckily, Rick wasn’t at all like that, as Ken soon discovered. Rick seemed to have shed most of his inhibitions about gay sex overnight, and for good. When he and Ken woke up together, just as that dull gray light that precedes the actual dawn began to appear on the horizon, they immediately began fooling around, and this time Rick was the instigator. He showered Ken with kisses and caresses. Still drifting back and forth between sleep and full consciousness, Ken lay there passively at first, which was unusual for him. He relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the way Rick was making love to him.

  But then Rick began to focus his attentions on Ken’s cock.

  He took it in his hand and stroked and squeezed it roughly as he and its owner kissed.

  “That’s a big cock,” Rick finally observed.

  “I seem to recall you mentioning that last night.”

  “I wanted to take a good look at it in the daylight, just to make sure it looks as big as it felt last night.”

  “Oh yeah? So what’s the verdict?”

  “This thing is fucking huge, Ken. No wonder you’re so popular with the other gay guys.”

  “You’re not the first straight guy I’ve numbered among my admirers, either,” Ken bragged. “You like it, don’t you? You like playing with it. I can tell.”

  “Sure, I like it,” Rick bluffed. “What’s not to like?”

  “There’s a lot more you can do with it than just use your hand on it.”

  “I know what you’re getting at. But fuck, Ken. It’s so big. I can’t imagine ever being able to take it in my mouth, let alone up my ass.”

  “Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “Damn.” Rick bit his lip. “I guess…. I guess it couldn’t hurt to give it a try.”

  “Give what a try?” Ken teased him.

  “Do I have to spell it out? You’re determined to embarrass me, aren’t you? You fucker. All right. Let me try to suck it,” Rick begged.

  “Are you serious?”

  “I promised you a blow job last night, and I’m not going to back out. I’ve not going to have you say I’m all talk and no action. Just let me go slow at first, okay?”

  “Okay.” Ken pulled away from Rick and lay flat on his back with his legs spread, his hands raised and locked behind his head to pillow it, and his prick aimed at the curving roof of the tent. He grinned at Rick, anticipating the difficulty his friend was probably going to have when he attempted to go down on another man’s cock for the very first time. At the same time, though, he understood just how desperately Rick wanted to experience cocksucking. He felt a strange mixture of amusement at the straight guy’s plight, and protectiveness toward him. “Here I am,” Ken said, his voice thick with suppressed emotion. “I’m all yours. Be my guest. And take your time.” He turned his head and saw how the first pink glow of the sunrise was beginning to fall upon the tent from outside, turning its wall a paler orange on that side.

  It was still early. Breakfast could wait. Other hungers, Ken decided, needed to be appeased in the meantime.

  Rick knelt between Ken’s thighs and took his cock in his hand, touching it tentatively at first, as though he was afraid it might be hot enough to burn his fingers. But then he grasped it more firmly and possessively, which Ken found encouraging. With a look of intense concentration on his face, Rick pulled the cockshaft toward his lips as unceremoniously as though it were the emergenc
y brake on the pickup truck. He licked the large round head of the erect penis all over, until the rosy flesh was thoroughly wetted by his saliva. He seemed to be using his tongue as a measuring tool with which to gauge the bulk of the glans before he even attempted to open his lips wide enough to encompass it.

  Ken forced himself not to utter a groan of frustration. Even this first teasing contact of Rick’s tongue on his dick was having an effect on him. He wanted to reach down, grab a fistful of Rick’s hair, shove the full length of his ramrod into Rick’s mouth, and fuck his handsome face. But, remembering that he was dealing with a novice, he told himself to be patient. He’d just have to lie there and wait for Rick’s mouth to come to him.

  Mercifully, he didn’t have to wait long. It was as though Rick’s first taste of the cock flesh immediately gave him a craving for more. Breathing hard, Rick strained his jaws apart in a huge yawn, and began to push the cockhead inside his mouth. He moaned as his lips closed around the middle of the shaft.

  “That’s right,” Ken whispered. “Slow and easy does it, buddy. It feels good, doesn’t it? And it tastes good too, I bet. You want it in your mouth, don’t you? You want to suck it. You know you do. Go ahead. Go ahead and take the rest of it. Go ahead and suck.”

  Rick, with his mouth full, could only respond with a series of obscenely muffled grunts and groans of lustful excitement as he struggled to move his lips back and forth around the thick shaft he’d jammed into his mouth. But Ken had to hand it to him. Rick was sucking it—with a beginner’s awkwardness, to be sure, but then, as the minutes passed, with an increasing confidence and abandon.