[M] Asher and [M} I at the desert hot springs

Re-post from a few years ago. I deleted my account, but now I’m back.

All participants 18, names changed to protect the horny. This took place in the late 90’s when I was a sophomore in college.

Maybe I’ve been closeted bi my entire life, but I don’t really feel that the label would change me, so I prefer to just think of myself as a horny guy that can be flexible in the right moment. 99% of the time I’m straight, with straight desires and tendencies – women, tits, ass, pussy, etc. I watched Free Solo a while back, and I began reminiscing about my own climbing days in high school when I would skip school to go bouldering during the week, and take camping trips with my buds to the mountains to do a few multi-pitch climbs. We were never anywhere close to pro climbers, but we had a blast.

My best climbing bud, Asher, was ripped like Alex Honnold and I always had a bit of a man-crush on him. He and I shared a lot, including his girlfriend. We went to different high schools, and then different colleges, but we kept in touch for a while. When I was a sophomore in college Asher called me up and asked if I wanted to join him, his girlfriend, brother, and dad for a trip to the desert to visit some natural hot springs and do some climbing like in the old days. I hadn’t been climbing as much lately, but I was surfing a lot so I was still in shape. This sounded like fun to me and I enthusiastically said yes.

As the trip neared, we learned that Asher’s girlfriend, dad, and brother had decided not to join us. I was bummed not to spend time with them, but Asher and I weren’t going to let this ruin a climbing/camping trip. On the day of the trip, we met up at Asher’s house. I hadn’t seen him in a while, but he was still super hot, and my man crush hadn’t abated one bit. He had cut his long hippie hair and was looking a bit more clean than usual, but he was still a dirty shaggy boy in stained climbing pants, flip flops, and a holey t-shirt. We hugged nice and hard, and I could feel his strong abs and pecs ripple over my body. My dick twitched in my pants and I gave a little shudder. I flexed my core for him too and we looked into each other’s eyes for a minute to revel in seeing an old friend again, but there was something else there, too.

We loaded up the truck and spent the next day and a half driving into the wilderness. It took a long time to get where we were going, but it was beautiful when we arrived. And nearly deserted, but for a few old nudists that you always seem to see around undeveloped hot springs. Imagine the middle of a southwestern desert in late fall. Warm and sunny during the day, cool at night with no city lights on the horizon. The stars were epic. We arrived around noon and set up camp near the springs and decided to go for a dip right away to wash off the road dust. The last few hours of the drive had been on washboard gravel roads; we were dusty and a bit beat up. Neither of us has ever been bashful, so we stripped naked and jumped into one of the springs like it was nothing. The hot water soothed our road-worn bodies, and we stared out into the blue skies.

After soaking for half an hour or so, we decided to go for a climb at some cliffs that we could see at the edge of the valley where we were camped. We unloaded the dirt bikes and our climbing gear and set off to the cliffs, where we bouldered for a few hours. Asher was working on a particularly difficult problem and he asked me to spot him because he kept falling on his ass and missing the crash pad. I stood underneath the problem, and I was instantly lost in admiring his physique. His strong muscles rippled underneath his skin as he moved his arms and legs to position himself on the problem. A thin sheen of sweat made him glisten alluringly. I’m sure my breathing was getting heavy and ragged watching him. And I know that I was sporting wood in my loose shorts. I just couldn’t look away, nor did I want to.

Asher looked back from the problem that he was clinging to, met my gaze, and smiled broadly. He told me to hold that thought, and then he sprang from the rock to make his next move – a dyno to a bomber handhold that was out of reach without the jump. He stuck it this time, dangled there for a second spinning slowly from his handhold, and said “Catch me, Matt.” He dropped gracefully into my arms and we embraced under the rock, my erection rather awkwardly stuck between his thighs. I grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss, and Asher didn’t hesitate. We made out for a few moments before he pulled away and said: “Let’s just go with it.”

I don’t know if Asher thought I was uncomfortable with this, but I certainly didn’t so I told him so as I grabbed his firm, muscular ass in my hands and gently kneaded it while thrusting my dick, that had now sprung out of the awkward sandwich, into his abdomen, where it grazed his own hard cock. We probably made out for 5-10 minutes when suddenly both our bellies gave abnormally loud hungry grumbles at the same time. This caused us both to crack up laughing, and we decided to call it quits for the day on the bouldering in order to eat a late lunch/early dinner and have another hot spring soak.

I nearly blew my load just from the vibrations of the two-cycle as I fired up my bike, but I got past it with no more than a large wet precum spot in my shorts and we raced back across the desert to food. When we got back to camp it was still pretty nice out. Asher and I didn’t discuss it, but we stripped out of our clothes again and spent the rest of the afternoon naked and teasing one another. As I fixed us some sandwiches I asked Asher to come over so that I could add some special sauce to my sandwich. I milked a nice big glob of precum from his cock and smeared onto my bread with the tip. Asher, not wanting to be left out, stroked me a few times and was rewarded with the same.

I pushed him away so that I could eat my own sandwich in peace but before I could pick it up, he snatched it and held it over my head, asking me to beg for it. At 6’3” to his 5’10” I could have easily grabbed it back, but I had a better idea. I took my right hand and gently massaged his ass and let my middle finger dip into his crack in search of his pucker. With my left hand, I massaged his nipples and stroked his abs, carefully avoiding his bouncing cock. He couldn’t take it for very long, so he lowered the sandwich to my lips and fed it to me like a good boy. I gobbled it up and rewarded him with a kiss on the tip of his cock, and myself with a quick suck to get a bit more of his delicious precum. Asher ate his own sandwich while staring intently at me. I popped a beer, and handed one to him, too. “A penny for your thoughts?” I asked, “I’m so damned horny right now, Matt” Asher said. “Did you think this was what we would get up to out here?” “Not really,” I replied, “but I’m not complaining about it. This feels like the right thing to do”.

Asher smiled, chewed his sandwich, had a sip of beer, and stroked his gorgeous cock. He was circumcised like me, and a bit bigger, than me but not much. I put my dick right up next to his to get a good comparison. “Mine’s a bit fatter, yours is a bit longer.” I said. Asher grabbed both our dicks and gave them a stroke. Precum oozed out of both our tips. I grabbed one of Asher’s nipples and rubbed it, and then pinched it lightly. He moaned. I flicked the other one hard with my middle finger and he yelped and swore, and tried to return the favor, but I had jumped away and was running to one of the spring pools. I dove into the hot water (carefully, so as not to brain myself). I surfaced as Asher cannonballed; the waves crashed over me and I took a lungful of hot water and coughed a bit. Asher seemed concerned, and he snuggled up to check on me. I was fine and told him so, and then we shared a really intense kiss there in the hot pool under the wide desert sky.

The light was beginning to fade, and it was starting to cool off, but the pool was really hot so we were fine. We gently stroked one another’s cocks while we chatted about life, and love, college, our dreams, etc. It was so relaxing, and so, well, romantic, I guess. But we weren’t in love. Or were we? We always loved each other’s company, but it was platonic. Even this idle sexy stroking had a platonic feel to it like it was the most natural thing in the world. As natural as us both pissing on the same bush at a house party, or as natural as when we would take turns fucking his girlfriend on camping trips and tell each other about it afterward (she always thought that she was cheating on him with me, but Asher knew. Early on when they started dating he told me to take the chance to fuck her if it came, as long as I told him about it afterward). We talked about planning a threesome with her, and how we really wanted to do an Eiffel tower where we could make out while she had one of us in her mouth and the other in her pussy or ass.

Twilight gave way to night, and the stars came out brilliantly. We could clearly see the Milky Way and hundreds of shooting stars that night. A few of the old nudist hippies were enjoying the other pools, and an old couple came to join us in ours. We casually stopped stroking, but they knew what we were up to and we didn’t try to hide it. We kept close and cuddly; Asher rested his head on my shoulder and we periodically kissed. We chatted with that couple, and they were awesome. They gave us some grand life-changing advice that neither of us could remember later, but they truly enjoyed our company and tension and said so.

They stayed for a while, but could tell that we wanted to get busy, and told us that they’d leave us alone to play while they found their own pool to play in. The man was probably 70 and had a massive erection. His partner was probably 45, her nipples were hard as rocks and super pointy, and her nicely groomed pussy was swollen and red. When I close my eyes I can still see the droplets of water falling from her pubic hair and rolling around her protruding clitoris. There was a nice thin strand of precum oozing from the old guy’s dick after he gave himself a brief towel-off, and the woman bent down and licked it off. She winked at us with a devious smile. As they left, Asher nuzzled into my neck and whispered to me “I kind of wanted to fuck them, but I want our first time to be just us.” I growled and nodded, and we kissed passionately. I lifted Asher a bit out of the water and sat him on my lap facing me. My stiff cock bent under him and rubbed between his ass cheeks. I dipped down and sucked one nipple and played with the other while I’ll stroked him under the water. Asher ran his hands through my hair, kissed the top of my head, and began to position my cock at the entrance of his tight asshole. We didn’t have lube right there, and the hot water in the pool wasn’t going to let anything happen, but even so, it felt like a divine tease; I wanted more. I pulled Asher out of the water until he was standing on the bench, straddling me. His cock was at my face. I laid my head back on the edge of the pool, and opened my mouth to suck him. He sank his hips towards my head and his cock hit the back of my throat. He began to insistently thrust and I was gagging, but I liked it. I wanted to swallow his cock so bad. I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t do it.

I massaged Asher’s butt cheeks and gathered some of my drool on my finger. I rubbed his asshole and began to press into him. He began to grunt and buck more wildly; he pushed against my finger and slammed into my throat. With my other hand, I fondled his balls and taint and this sent Asher over the edge. He screamed out into the night air as he came and my mouth filled up with his hot, thick, salty semen. I swallowed and swallowed, but I couldn’t get it all down, and some leaked down my chin and cheeks. Asher pulled out of my mouth and I stroked his softening cock as he sat back down in my lap, stroked my own cock, and kissed me deeply. “That was amazing, Matt.” He said. I smiled and kissed him back.

He led me out of the pool by my dick and sat me on the edge. He began to gently suck on my throbbing cock, and I laid down on the cool ground at the edge of the pool and put my knees up. Asher flipped around so that we could 69, and I lazily sucked on his cock and explored his asshole with my fingers while he sucked my cock with gusto. He lubed up his own fingers with saliva and began to press on my pucker. I relaxed my asshole as I pushed into his finger, and I could feel him massaging my prostate. I grunted and thrusted and yelled that I was cumming.

Asher pulled off of my dick and stroked me hard and fast while my semen flew high into the air, splattering his chest and face and landing on my stomach. He wrapped his lips around my cock at the end and swallowed the last few spurts. As my breathing died down, Asher rubbed his torso on mine, covering our bodies in a thin coating of my semen. We kissed deeply several more times, and then laid next to each other, snuggling, looking at the stars, and idly fondling one another while we talked about how great that was for both of us, and how satisfied we were.

After 20 minutes or so, the cum had dried in the arid desert air and our skin felt extra smooth and silky. The air temperature had dropped, but the stone rim that we were lying on was still retaining heat from the day’s sun. We decided to have another soak in the tub and then go to our sleeping bags to snuggle some more, smoke a doobie, and drift off into dreamland.

Fin

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed reminiscing about it and writing it. Asher and I drifted apart after that trip, and over the years we lost touch. I haven’t seen him in 18 years or so. The last time I saw him, we still shared a spark, though. I wonder if we still would?

Comments and PMs welcome. Let me know what you think!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vekt9u/m_asher_and_m_i_at_the_desert_hot_springs