Baja Honeymoon

by Roland Graeme

  “You bet we will. More than once, maybe.”

  As the three men quickly rearranged their bodies, Ken wondered if they were ever going to stop fucking and sucking long enough to get any sleep. He certainly hoped not.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CACTUS FLOWERS

  THE MORNING air was still and chilly. Frosty blades of grass glistened out in the meadow as the sun moved toward the tent, transforming the ice crystals into glittering drops of dew. It was still pretty cold, but at least the frost was melting. Ken and Rick loitered in the sleeping bag, basking in the sun and waking up slowly. It felt as though they were the only human beings around for miles, which was probably the case.

  “Good morning, good looking,” Rick murmured at last.

  “Good morning, yourself. How about a wake-up kiss?”

  “Sure.” Rick pressed his lips to Ken’s. “Um, you taste good.”

  “And you feel good, lying here next to me. Do we really have to get up?”

  “Eventually. Tell me something. Did we really have an orgy last night, or was I dreaming?”

  “That wasn’t an orgy. It was just a threesome.”

  “Oh, I see. I’m still trying to learn the correct terminology. A fine distinction, I’d say.”

  “Anyway, whatever label you want to stick on it, it was one hell of a night. That dude Javier was hot.” Ken glanced around and confirmed that indeed they were now alone in the tent. “Whatever happened to him, by the way?”

  “We didn’t literally fuck him to death, if that’s what you’re worried about—although we sure gave it a good try. I invited Javier to stay and sleep with us, but he insisted on getting dressed and driving back to his station. I’d say that was above and beyond the call of duty, after all the effort he put in to take care of us two visitors. The park service ought to be proud of him.”

  Ken yawned. “Remind me to write a letter of commendation when we get home.”

  “I don’t want to go back home. I wish we could just stay here in Baja and fuck forever.”

  “Wow. You have come a long way from that sexually repressed guy I met in the Serenis’ bakery that day.”

  “I was never sexually repressed,” Rick protested. “Just, ah, unaware of certain possibilities that had never presented themselves to me.”

  “They seem to have presented themselves to you now.”

  “Yeah. The possibilities and I have not only been formally introduced… we’ve become quite intimate.”

  Ken laughed. “Come on, move your ass. I want my coffee.”

  Soon they were back on the road, descending the mountainous terrain and headed toward the more level ground below.

  As the sun rose higher and warmed the air, Ken, who was driving, experienced some odd mood swings. On the one hand, he felt relaxed and happy. It was a beautiful day, and as always he enjoyed being in Rick’s company. At the same time, though, he could feel himself fighting a lurking sense of melancholy. There wasn’t any mystery about its source. As the pickup made its way steadily northward, every mile that passed was bringing them closer to the border and the end of their trip.

  At last, with a hot afternoon sun beating down upon the pickup cab’s roof, they found themselves driving slowly through the chaos of Tijuana, approaching the border.

  “My God, we’re here,” Rick exclaimed. “Think of all the things that’ve happened to us since we came through here on our way south.”

  “Yeah.” For once, Ken couldn’t think up a flippant comment. “It’s kind of amazing, isn’t it?”

  Ken began to feel a bit paranoid when he saw how long one of the drivers in the queue ahead of them was being interrogated. “They seem to be asking that dude for his whole life story. Now watch. We’ll have more trouble getting back into our own country than we’ve had during our whole time here in Mexico.”

  For a moment he indulged in a fantasy, imagining that he and Rick wouldn’t be allowed back into the States. They’d have to turn around and drive back down into Baja, wandering through the peninsula forever. Part of him wouldn’t mind if this actually happened.

  They waited in the line for about five minutes more before it was finally their turn to pull up to the window. Crossing the border turned out to be anticlimactic, with all of their worries unfounded. All they had to do was flash their drivers’ licenses, answer a couple of questions, and off they went. Before they knew it, they were back in the United States, as Ken was quick to comment.

  Rick, who was driving, turned to grin at him. “Should I pull over so you can get out, kneel down, and kiss the ground?”

  “I didn’t mean it in quite that sense. Mexico was good to us, wasn’t it?”

  “It sure was. Good to us, and good for us, I think.”

  “Still, as the heroine puts it in a certain classic Hollywood movie, there’s no place like home. Don’t you realize we made it? We accomplished exactly what we set out to do, man. We drove the whole length of the Baja peninsula and back. And we didn’t run into anything that could really be described as a problem or trouble, the whole way. Mission accomplished.”

  “That’s right. We ought to be damn proud of ourselves. And you accomplished what you set out to do too, didn’t you?”

  “Huh? What was that?”

  “You got into my pants.”

  “That wasn’t on the original itinerary,” Ken protested.

  “Wasn’t it?”

  “No. When we left home, my intentions were pure. Well,” Ken added, “as pure as they can ever be, which is usually at least a bit sullied.”

  “Hmm, ‘sullied.’ I like that word, sullied. I definitely feel sullied. Delightfully so. Thank you for sullying me, buddy.”

  “Any time, man.”

  Before they knew it, they were driving through Culver City, headed toward their own neighborhood.

  “We’ve made good time. Are you tired?” Rick asked.

  “A little, maybe, but I’ll bounce back.”

  “I’ve got a plan. Assuming, of course, you’re not sick of me and you’d rather be left on your own for a while.”

  “I think I could force myself to put up with you for a little while longer. What’re you proposing? Marriage?”

  Rick winced. “Hardly. I haven’t had too much luck with that, remember?”

  “Sorry. Bad joke. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Forget it. Anyway, what I had in mind was, let’s drop your stuff off at your place, then go to mine. We can clean up a little there, if you want, and then go grab some dinner. I’d offer to make us dinner, but I know I’m going to have to go grocery shopping tomorrow to restock, and I bet you’re going to have to too.”

  “Yeah. My cupboards are probably bare.”

  “Maybe we can go to Gallaghers. Nobody there will care if we look a little dusty and unkempt.”

  “We look sun bronzed,” Ken corrected him. “Like the couple of bold adventurers we are. Okay, it sounds like a plan.”

  Soon they were in Rick’s living room. Rick took off his baseball cap and looked around.

  “It seems strange to be back, doesn’t it?” Ken said.

  “Yeah, it does. I want to see how the cactus you gave me is holding up. Whether it needs water.”

  “It should be all right. I don’t see it, though. Didn’t you have it over there, in front of the window?”

  “Ah… I moved it into the bedroom. After Eva and I broke up. To sort of keep me company. I know it sounds stupid, Ken, but I’d lie there in bed at night, feeling sorry for myself and sometimes, I admit it, going on a little crying jag.”

  “You don’t have to explain, buddy. Not to me. This is me you’re talking to. I understand.”

  “I know you do. But as I was saying, I’d look up and see the plant sitting there in its pot, and I’d think about you, and I’d sort of feel better.” Rick’s complexion seemed to redden more under his already ruddy tan. “Does that sound queer?”

  “I think it sounds sweet. I wish you wouldn’t feel embarrassed b
y the fact you allow yourself to have feelings. And yes, that includes feelings for another guy.”

  “Anyway, let’s hope the cactus hasn’t shriveled up and croaked, abandoned here all on its own while we were away.”

  They went into Rick’s bedroom. Rick, Ken was amused to see, hadn’t bothered to make his bed after getting up the morning they left on their trip. The bedclothes were in disarray, as were the ones on Ken’s own bed, in his own apartment. As for the cactus, it was displayed in its cachepot on a dresser, where plenty of light from the windows fell on it during the day. The prickly pear hadn’t shriveled up and croaked—far from it. It had developed several new small, flat, rounded pads, which were a paler green than the older portions of the plant. And it had, astonishingly, flowered. No fewer than five individual blooms, each a vibrant golden yellow, were borne on the edges of the pads, and Ken could see three more tiny flower buds starting to protrude.

  “Look at that,” Rick exclaimed.

  “Must be that Japanese fertilizer. Potent stuff, obviously.”

  “It’s beautiful. The soil does look bone dry, though. I think I will give it a little water, just to be on the safe side.”

  Rick went into the bathroom. Ken stepped closer to the dresser to inspect the cactus more closely. It was almost as though they’d brought a tiny piece of the Baja desert back with them. He smiled as memories of what had transpired in the desert came vividly back to him.

  Rick returned with a glass of water. He took a sip from it, then slowly poured the rest into the cactus’s pot. “There,” he said with satisfaction.

  He and Ken were standing side by side, looking at the yellow flowers.

  “Well,” Ken said at last, “I guess I’d better at least wash my face and hands, if we’re going to go to Gallaghers. Can I borrow a washcloth and a towel?”

  “Of course. But Gallaghers can wait.”

  “Wait for what?”

  “For this.” Rick turned to Ken and kissed him on the mouth, softly and lingeringly.

  “Um,” Ken moaned against Rick’s searching lips. “All of a sudden I’m not so hungry anymore. Not for anything Gallaghers has on the menu, that is.”

  “Good. We’ll go have dinner later. Right now I’ve got other priorities. Take off your clothes, Ken. Let’s make love.”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s what I like about you. You’re always so cooperative.”

  “That’s me. Never a thought for myself. Always thinking of others.”

  They stripped. Ken could already feel small beads of sweat breaking out all over his skin.

  “It’s kind of stuffy in here,” he remarked.

  “That’s because the air conditioning’s been turned off. Let me switch it back on.”

  “You tired of roughing it already?”

  “Not tired,” Rick replied with a laugh. “Just ready to appreciate some of the perks of indoor living.”

  Soon they were embracing on the bed, kissing and cuddling as the cool air from the AC flowed over their naked bodies. Ken could feel his perspiration being replaced by goose bumps. He clung to Rick, to the now familiar warmth of his body.

  They quickly progressed to sixty-nining, savoring the heft and the taste of each other’s meaty cocks. When they had fed upon each other long enough for Ken to feel the early warning signs of orgasm pulsating through his groin, he reluctantly pulled away from his lover.

  “I don’t want to come too soon,” he admitted. “This feels so good, I want to make it last.”

  “Me, too. Fuck me, Ken,” Rick whispered. “Please fuck me. Let me feel you inside me again.”

  “Oh yeah. That’s what I want too. I want to be inside you.” Even in the heat of passion, though, Ken’s practicality did not desert him. “Oh fuck. The rubbers and the lube—they’re in my bag, at my place.”

  “I’ve got my own supply,” Rick said. “Top drawer of the nightstand.”

  “Good man.”

  Within seconds, Ken was gloved up and ready for action.

  “What position do you want?” he asked Rick.

  “Let me get on my hands and knees. Let’s do it dog style.”

  Rick assumed the position, grabbing one of the pillows and using it to cushion his head on top of the mattress. Kneeling behind Rick, Ken fingered his ass, testing the tightness of the aperture he was about to possess.

  “Oh, that’s one hell of a beautiful ass,” Ken breathed. “Just the sight of it makes my dick drool, makes me feel as though I’m about to come.”

  “Your finger feels good in my ass. It’s getting me hot. Hurry, Ken, please. Don’t make me beg for it. Let me have your cock.”

  “It’s all yours, buddy. Get ready, ’cause here it comes.”

  Ken placed his hands on Rick’s hips, bracing himself, and then he leaned forward, at the same time using his erection to probe between those inviting buttocks. The latex-sheathed head of his penis split open the delicate tissues, forcing a pathway for the thick, lengthy shaft. A final thrust, and he was buried in Rick’s body to the hilt, smashing his thighs into his lover’s lush buttocks. Their bodies interlocked so tightly it seemed unlikely they would ever separate again.

  Ken barely had to exert himself to fuck the other man. It was Rick who now did most of the work, using Ken’s cock to fuck himself. He threw that magnificent ass of his into action as though he’d been enjoying anal sex with other men all his life, undulating his entire body in tight, rapid motions. All the while, he flexed the strong muscles deep inside his anus to give Ken a roller-coaster ride up and down his ass. His buttocks rubbed sensually against Ken’s belly and upper thighs. His cock and balls bounced wildly. He squirmed from side to side to impale himself even more securely on Ken’s prick. Ken’s own big nuts swung forward from time to time and collided with Rick’s as his cock reamed out his lover’s rear end.

  Ken choked back cry after cry of lust as a powerful ejaculation began to build up deep in his groin, shaking his body as though an orgasmic earthquake had struck. The pressure of Rick’s tensed ass around his prick was fantastic, and Ken laughed nervously when he became aware of the hot charge of seething spermatic fluid accumulating in his balls. His cock slid nonstop in and out of that tight, hot, gripping sheath of ass flesh, possessing it completely, fucking it again and again.

  “Oh, Ken, I’m almost there,” Rick cried out at last. “I’m going to come,” he warned.

  His powerful frame shook as Ken massaged his pectoral muscles and nipples, and Rick gripped Ken’s forearms to urge him on. Fierce tremors shook his ass, threatening to crush Ken’s embedded dick. Then Rick came without touching his own cock or even rubbing it against his partner’s body; came in a veritable flood of semen. His flesh glistened with a hot dew of sweat. Stifling his moans and gasps of gratification, he kept his eyes closed and let Ken’s still-stiff, plunging cock invade his anus again and again until his entire body seemed to be no more than a passive extension of the cock his fucker was thrusting deep into his ass, taking him so ruthlessly.

  Ken felt his own explosion approach. He couldn’t help himself. He began to long-dick Rick with harder, more violent strokes, making him groan with pleasure as Ken’s thick dickhead pierced him.

  Despite the AC, they were both sweating so profusely that even the interior of Rick’s ass felt slippery wet with perspiration through the latex covering on Ken’s cock. The reduction in friction at least meant that Ken now had no difficulty at all in shoving his ramrod all the way up his buddy’s ass, making Rick thrash and grunt. Rick dug his fingers into the mattress as he spread his legs and worked his behind in an involuntary effort to ease the depth of the penetration. His ass tightened around the potent invader, and Ken began to fuck him even harder in fast, excruciatingly rough strokes that quickly brought both men to teeter on the edge of the precipice.

  Rick groped for the hand Ken was resting on his hip, took it by the wrist, and guided it to his cock. He was hard again, and even though he’d just shot one load of sperm, the firs
t touch of Ken’s fingers on his cock made it throb with new vigor and arousal. Ken suspected Rick wouldn’t have any trouble coming again. Ken masturbated him, all the while slamming his own prick deep into Rick’s rectum, exulting in the way one ferocious burst of raw sexual fury after another struck him. Rick humped his ass backward as though he was desperate to increase the friction of Ken’s cock inside his manhole.

  “Screw me, you beautiful bastard. Fuck my ass. Make me come.”

  But then, after agonizingly long minutes ticked by, Ken began grunting with bestial abandon and slowed his fucking motions. The wet, slapping noises his sweaty body made as it collided with Rick’s firm behind were more evenly spaced now. His cock plowed back and forth within the other man’s furrow. His breathing came harder and faster. His remorseless plunging dick seemed to swell even thicker inside Rick’s bunghole. He was going to come.

  “I’m coming, God damn it!” Ken shouted as he lost all control of his emptying prick. Then Rick, too, came with a loud groan. Ken guessed that the combination of his manipulation of Rick’s cock and the feeling of Ken unloading inside his anus was making Rick ejaculate with a force that was unusual even for him. Their shared orgasms seemed to go on forever, with gush after gush of white, wet cream spurting from Rick’s fisted prick and drenching the bed sheets. Their simultaneous pleasure left both men limp with satiated physical desire.

  “Jesus,” Rick gasped, as they lay together, side by side, on their backs, looking up at the ceiling. “That was really intense. It just seems to get better and better, all the time.”

  “Does it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s good to hear. I was almost afraid you might be getting tired of me.”

  Rick turned to face Ken. “Don’t be stupid.” He punctuated the statement by giving Ken a smart punch on the shoulder.

  “Ow! That hurts, you fucker.”

  “And don’t talk nonsense. What could possibly make you think I was getting tired of you?”

  “I was kidding.”

  “No, you weren’t. Not entirely. You’re feeling a little insecure, Ken, aren’t you?”