Baja Honeymoon

by Roland Graeme

  “You’re doing fine,” Ken gasped. It was no exaggeration. Rick really seemed to be getting into it now, and Ken’s prick twitched restlessly within his imprisoning oral grip. The psychological thrill of feeding his cock to Rick like this, combined with the straight guy’s steady mouth action, was coaxing Ken ever closer to orgasm.

  “I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he warned.

  Rick pulled his mouth off his cock and stared up at Ken, wide-eyed. “You aren’t going to come in my mouth, are you?”

  “Not unless you want me to.”

  “Well, I don’t want you to. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

  “Okay.”

  “But let me suck on it for a little more,” Rick pleaded. And, without waiting for a response, he went back down on Ken again.

  Ken enjoyed the pleasure for as long as he could, until the pressure deep within his loins built to the point that it crossed the line into discomfort. His balls ached from their need to unload.

  “I’m going to have to come, buddy,” he pleaded.

  Rick backed off—reluctantly, it seemed to Ken.

  “Do what we did last night,” Rick urged. “Straddle my chest and shoot off on my face!”

  Ken gave him what he wanted. This time he noticed, through the blur of passion that momentarily dimmed his vision, that Rick tilted his head up and stared fixedly at the head of Ken’s cock as Ken’s fist stroked it. Rick reached up and began to pinch and tug on Ken’s nipples without being told to. And when Ken shot, Rick opened his mouth and kept it open, looking rather like a fish out of water, and actually allowed some of Ken’s free-flying semen to go directly into his mouth.

  When Ken was done coming, he and Rick repeated their lustful, open-mouthed kiss of the night before.

  “Oh, you kiss so nice,” Ken moaned.

  “So do you.”

  “Tell me. Was that really the first time you’ve ever had another guy’s cum in your mouth?”

  “Jesus, Ken!” Rick protested.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “Of course it was the first time.”

  “So how’d it taste?”

  “Okay, I guess,” Rick muttered. He was looking rather red-faced at the moment—a combination of recent physical exertion and lingering embarrassment, Ken speculated.

  “Just okay?”

  “Aw, quit fishing for compliments and shut the fuck up.” And, as though to shut Ken up, Rick kissed him again.

  “We’d better get our horny asses out of bed and get cleaned up,” Ken finally suggested. “Look, the sun’s coming up.”

  Rick gave Ken a sly grin. “It’s not the only thing that came up or came out.”

  “Shame on you. I thought making the gay innuendos was my department. Get that pretty butch ass of yours moving. Let’s make breakfast and then hit the road.”

  In the course of the morning’s travels they discovered a small town with brightly painted houses and festive-looking restaurants nestled near a harbor. Many of the restaurants had signs outside them advertising seafood and lobster, so they decided to stop for lunch and sample the local cuisine. They feasted on freshly caught seafood, simply prepared but delicious.

  The guidebook indicated that the nearest good camping spots were several miles up the highway. Eventually, they found a number of dirt roads leaving the highway in the direction of the beach. A maze of tracks crisscrossed through the dunes, and in an attempt to avoid the deeper pockets of sand, they weaved their way indirectly toward the beach. They soon found themselves on the edge of a tall bluff overlooking a rocky beach. There was a steep, winding path that led down to the beach below. They took a look, but decided it was too rough to risk taking the truck down. After scouting out the area, though, they decided that it would be all right to camp right there, up on top of the bluff. They were about half a mile off the highway and could still see headlights, but it was relatively quiet and deserted, so they chose a level spot and parked the truck.

  Our last night on the road before we reach civilization in the form of Cabo San Lucas, Ken wrote in his journal after dinner. From where we’re sitting, we can see the waves crashing on the beach down below. It’s kind of cold and windy again tonight, but I don’t mind. After all, I won’t be sleeping alone. We’ve been talking about how great it’s been to have seen the real Baja—the deserts, the rough beaches like this one, the mountain canyons, all of the out-of-the way places that most tourists don’t even suspect are here.

  Both men were a bit dusty and sweaty after the day’s activities, but by now they had become adept at maintaining an acceptable degree of personal hygiene and grooming, even while on the road, with its limited resources. They heated water over the portable stove’s briquettes and, after stripping down, scrubbed themselves from head to foot with soapy washcloths.

  “Ah, that feels good,” Rick said as they toweled themselves dry. “How about a nightcap?” he added, once he and Ken clambered inside the tent and began to get ready for bed—in the nude, of course. He showed Ken a fresh bottle of tequila.

  “Sure. I hate to go back outside and go searching for the cups, though.”

  “Forget the cups. Let’s take it straight from the bottle.”

  “Feeling kind of macho, are you?” Ken teased.

  “Yeah, I am, as a matter of fact.”

  Sitting on top of the spread-open sleeping bag, they passed the open bottle back and forth in the darkness.

  “Um, I’m starting to feel nice and mellow,” Ken said.

  “Good. I’m trying to get you drunk.”

  “You’re succeeding. Why do you want me to pass out? So you can have your way with me once I’m unconscious?”

  “I don’t want you unconscious.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Well, for starters, I want you to tell me something.”

  “Namely?”

  Rick didn’t answer at first. Instead, he took a final swig of tequila before he set the bottle down on the tent’s ground cloth. He looked Ken directly in the face. “What does it feel like to get fucked up the ass?”

  At first Ken couldn’t believe he had heard correctly. And then he was afraid he might start foaming at the mouth, mad-dog style, as the mere possibility of sticking his aching dick up the straight guy’s butch, virgin ass inflamed his imagination. He reached out, grasped Rick by his shoulders, and pulled him down onto the sleeping bag. He embraced Rick, rubbing his own nude body against Rick’s. “Is that a question? Or an offer?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light but hearing in it a tremor of ill-concealed emotion and desire.

  “A little bit of both, I guess,” Rick mumbled, pressing his cheek against Ken’s chest. “But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Taking too much for granted. Do you want to do it to me, Ken?”

  “Hell, yes. I’d love to fuck you.”

  Rick shuddered a little against him. “Will it hurt?”

  “Probably,” Ken said, and he instantly cursed himself for not being selfish enough to lie. “Since you’ve never done it before, you probably won’t be able to relax enough and just take it—not at first, anyway. Although I’d have to say that the discomfort of losing your cherry is greatly exaggerated. Most guys, once they get that first dick in them, adjust fast enough. Before they know it, they’re really getting off on being fucked, and they can’t get enough of it.”

  “Okay. Enough of the sales pitch, already. Do you still want to give it a try?”

  “That’s for you to say. Don’t let me talk you into it if you’re not ready.”

  “But that’s the way you really enjoy sex, isn’t it? You fucking another guy, either him in your ass or you in his?”

  “Let’s just say it’s one of the major pleasures in life, so far as I’m concerned. Personally, I like it kind of rough. I want the other guy to really slam it into me. But then, I’m used to it, so I can take it that way. With you—if we end up with me fucking you—I’d be careful not to do it too fast or too
hard. We’d use plenty of lube, of course. And we could always stop if you decide you don’t like it or it hurts too much.”

  Rick seemed to mull it over for a moment. “Let’s stop talking about it and just do it,” he said at last. “I want to try it. I want to find out what you gay guys do. Go ahead and fuck me, Ken. I’m not afraid. Not as long as you do go easy on me at first.”

  “All right.” Ken’s cock was throbbing almost painfully, and he suspected that if he did get it successfully inserted inside Rick’s virgin ass, he’d be too excited to last long. But that might even be an advantage, at least from Rick’s standpoint. With a more experienced partner, Ken might come first, to appease his initial lust, and then work up a second load, taking his sweet time doing so. He’d be drilling the other guy’s butt all the while, so they could keep the fuck going for quite some time. But with a complete novice like Rick, it might be better to get it over with quickly the first time. Then, assuming Rick enjoyed the experience enough to want a replay, they could slow down and prolong the act the next time. Ken had already determined that, if he had anything to do about it, Rick was definitely going to enjoy getting fucked, and there would be other nights of passion with this sexy straight stud. After all, Ken had yet to screw any guy who hadn’t come back to him for more.

  “I think I’ll have another drink first.” Rick drank straight from the bottle again, taking a couple of swigs this time.

  “Don’t get too drunk,” Ken advised. “I want you relaxed, but I don’t want you to pass out on me.”

  “Just enough to loosen me up,” Rick muttered between gulps.

  “That’s going to be my job.” Ken took the bottle away from him, but took a quick snort himself before he deposited it on the ground cloth beside the sleeping bag.

  “So how do we get started?” Rick now sounded incongruously businesslike.

  “It’s not like there’s an instruction manual,” Ken joked. “You just concentrate on trying to relax completely. Let me do all the work.” He found his duffel bag and groped about inside it, pulling out the box of condoms and the tube of lubricant. He tore open a condom packet and rolled the rubber down over his cock, taking care to stretch it out and away from his shaft before allowing it to snap back, to ensure a snug fit around the base. Then he grabbed the lube and began to apply it generously to his cock, using more than he ordinarily did.

  “Now you roll over,” he instructed Rick, who obediently turned onto his stomach.

  “Is this the best position?”

  “It’s a classic,” Ken quipped. “If this trial run is a success, we can try them all, one by one, and you can decide which one is your favorite. That’ll give us both something to look forward to. Now, spread your legs, buddy, and lift up a little, so I can get the pillows under you.” Ken took the pillows and stuffed them under Rick’s crotch, to elevate his ass and cushion his cock and balls.

  Even in the dim light inside the tent, the sight of the other man’s upthrust, parted ass cheeks was enough to make a drop of preliminary emission ooze from the slit of Ken’s penis into the reservoir tip of the rubber.

  “God, you’ve got a hot ass,” he declared.

  “You like it, huh?”

  “I love it. Hold on. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” As he spoke, Ken got up and darted out of the tent. Braving the cool night air, he went to where they’d washed. The water in the container was still warm. Ken dipped a washcloth in it, worked up a lather with the bar of soap, and hurried back inside the tent.

  Rick hadn’t stirred, but was still lying there like a sacrificial victim on an altar, waiting to be offered up to some dark god of sex. Kneeling beside him, Ken applied the wet, soapy washcloth to the deep cleft between his buddy’s buttocks and began to wipe his ass.

  Rick squirmed at the sudden warm, wet contact. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Giving your ass a good scrub.”

  “It’s clean,” Rick protested. Ken could hear the embarrassment in his voice.

  “I’m sure it is. Just being extra careful. I have something special in mind for that beautiful hole of yours before I fuck it.” He grabbed a clean towel and used it to pat Rick’s butt dry.

  “Something special? Such as?”

  “Such as this.” As he spoke, Ken rested his hands on those firm, muscular, yet satin-smooth buttocks, and kneaded them lovingly, squeezing them, pressing the cheeks tightly together, and then spreading them wide open again. He let his thumbs slide up and down the lightly haired cleft that lay between them. Rick shivered. “Relax, buddy,” Ken crooned. “I’m just going to warm you up a little, first, to help you get in the mood.”

  “How?” Rick asked. He glanced back over his shoulder, obviously curious to see what Ken was doing.

  But Ken had already buried his face between Rick’s ass cheeks, and he was pressing his lips to the tender pucker of flesh that guarded Rick’s anal entrance. He kissed it, passionately. Rick thrust his butt back in an involuntary reaction when he felt the warm, wet contact of Ken’s lips against his hole. And he pushed back again, even more urgently, when Ken drove his tongue right through his sphincter muscle and began to lick his asshole with lewd, slow, circular sweeps of his agile tongue.

  “Fuck,” Rick moaned. “Fuck, man. Nobody’s ever done that to me.”

  Ken had thought as much. He didn’t have to speculate about whether or not Rick liked being rimmed. The other man’s body confirmed that he did. Rick writhed frantically against the relentless onslaught of Ken’s practiced tongue. Rick, Ken decided with a connoisseur’s relish, had a sweet ass. The taste was fresh and slightly salty on his tongue, and the flesh of the anal lining seemed to quiver like jelly in response to his steady tonguing.

  He reluctantly pulled his mouth away. “You like having your ass eaten, huh?”

  “That felt fantastic.”

  “Good. This ought to feel pretty damn good too. I’m going to get some of this lube inside your ass.” Ken squeezed a dollop of the gel onto his fingertip and rubbed the lubricant all over Rick’s sphincter, making Rick squirm with excitement again and expel his breath in short, shallow pants. Ken carefully pressed his fingertip against the ring of taut muscle. It yielded readily, which was encouraging, and his finger went inside. Ken gently inserted it as far as it would reach, and then he began to wriggle it back and forth, flexing his knuckles to exert a greater degree of friction against the smooth anal walls he was massaging. Rick didn’t resist. Far from it. His thrashing about on top of the sleeping bag and his obscene grunts and groans of pleasure only inspired Ken to further efforts. Ken eased a second finger inside the hot, tight hole, sliding it in dexterously until it rested beside the first.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Good,” Rick gasped, sounding surprised, as though he’d expected it to feel otherwise. “Damn good.”

  “This is nothing,” Ken boasted. “Wait’ll you feel my cock in there. You still want me to pop your cherry for you, stud? You still want that tight little ass of yours fucked?”

  “Yes.”

  “You sure?”

  “Hell, yes, I’m sure. Fuck me, you horny bastard. Get your goddamn cock in there and fuck my ass for me. Fuck my ass.” Rick was clawing at the folds of the sleeping bag with his fingers as he ground his crotch against the pillows he was lying on.

  “I guess you’re ready,” Ken said, by way of considerable understatement.

  He touched his lips to the sleek curve of Rick’s left buttock and bit down gently, not enough really to hurt. Then he straightened his torso and, after withdrawing the two fingers from Rick’s ass partway, he used them to keep the man’s sphincter spread as he parted those lush ass cheeks with his other hand. He was squatting back on his haunches between Rick’s widespread thighs, leaning over him. Ordinarily, he would have stretched out on top of his partner’s back in order to fuck him in this position. But this way Ken would not be able to insert quite the full length of his dick between Rick’s buttocks, which might
be just as well, considering Rick’s inexperience.

  The tequila had begun to hit him, its mellow warmth spreading through his body. Ken’s movements, though urgent, were calm and controlled as he guided the head of his cock into the narrow crack between Rick’s waiting buttocks. Ken smiled, moaning with pleasure when he felt his penis touch Rick’s virgin sphincter and when he leaned forward still farther began to push the firm tissues aside. He encountered a sudden obstacle. The straight guy’s ass was instinctively resisting the invasion, and it felt unbelievably tight.

  “Relax,” Ken urged.

  “I’m trying to. But damn it, Ken, that’s some big dick you’re trying to shove up my ass.”

  “You look like you’re man enough to handle it.”

  Ken had a moment of difficulty finding the proper angle at which to aim his cock, and there was a definite muscular tension and resistance barring his progress.

  “You’re fighting it. Don’t.” He stroked Rick’s buttocks and hips with hot, sweaty palms.

  “I’m sorry. Oh, it sort of burns.”

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No. Not now. Go for it.”

  “Just relax. Just go limp,” Ken advised. He felt a hot thrill of excitement as Rick complied and his cockhead disappeared from view, trapped between the thick folds of sphincter muscle. Ken gave a cautious, exploratory push, and he was rewarded by a deep, dull groan from Rick as his ass relaxed enough to let another inch of hard cock sink into the steamy depths of that narrow, untutored hole.

  Ken was aware of the usual excitement and sense of discovery he always felt when he possessed a new sex partner’s body for the first time. Along with it came a reminder that no two men were anatomically alike. Rick’s anus lay exceptionally high in his pelvis, which was the problem. Ken placed one hand on his cockshaft and pushed down, readjusting his angle of attack. Something deep inside Rick’s body seemed to give way, and with a single slow forward thrust, Ken let the rest of his prick, except for an inch or so at its very base, slide into the tight grip of that hot, moist anus, with surprisingly little effort of resistance. His prick was buried in that butch ass at last.