Baja Honeymoon

by Roland Graeme

  “Fuck,” Ken complained. “I didn’t think I was this much out of shape.”

  “We really aren’t,” Rick assured him. “It’s just that we’re not used to this. Keep in mind, we just went from sea level to over nine thousand feet in a couple of hours. It’ll take us a while to adjust.”

  The thin air fatigued them quickly, and they had to slow their pace. The trail eventually leveled off a bit, and soon they found themselves walking through groves of aspen trees. In the shadows, small streams and rivulets of water ran off from melting snowdrifts, which could now be glimpsed everywhere the tree limbs overhead provided some shade.

  They soon reached the lookout point and were rewarded with magnificent views in all directions. Off to the east could be seen the blue of the Sea of Cortez, but at the moment it was too hazy in the west to see the Pacific. Nevertheless, it was well worth the three-mile hike, and they lounged about on the rocks and soaked up the sun while enjoying the view. They were rewarded for their patience when the haze cleared sufficiently to reveal a flat sheet of shimmering grayish green water. This was the Pacific.

  During this entire time, there were no signs of any other hikers on the trail. They appeared to have the mountain all to themselves. Once again, the two men could indulge themselves in the illusion that Baja was their own private domain, a magical world created for their benefit alone. After eating some packets of trail mix they’d brought with them and taking some pictures, they slowly made their way back down the trail. Descending was, predictably and mercifully, much easier on their leg muscles than the ascent had been, and they made it back in half the time. But it was now getting late in the afternoon, and they decided to start looking for a camp spot.

  There were several designated camping areas marked on the map, but the ranger had suggested that they confine themselves to the one closest to the park’s entrance. This was fine, because so far they had seen only one other car inside the park, and it was obvious they weren’t going to have to deal with any crowds of neighbors.

  They found a nice spot on the edge of a meadow that had the advantages of a sheltered spot to park the truck and a flat-topped granite boulder that could be utilized as a cooking table. In the shadows under the dense growth of pine trees, the temperature was already getting cooler, even though there were several hours of daylight left. After changing into long pants and fleeces, they settled into making camp.

  Hungry from the hike and day of driving, they cooked an early dinner. The “kitchen rock,” as Rick dubbed it, worked perfectly and made the preparation and cooking very easy. Their food supplies were starting to run low and would need to be replenished as soon as possible, but they rummaged around and found some pasta, canned vegetables, and dried Italian salami. The meal was tasty and warmed their stomachs. After dinner, they decided it would be fun to take a quick exploratory hike around the campground and walk off the calories they’d just consumed.

  The meadow was beautiful, and they followed a small stream that wandered through it and listened to the croaking frogs. Ken wanted to catch and release a frog, but every time he got within a few feet of the water, the croaking ceased until he backed off again. He tried to be as covert as possible, but the frogs were too cunning and he couldn’t locate them once they stopped croaking. It was obvious, as Rick teased him, that a second career as animal wrangler for the movie industry wasn’t in the offing.

  Pale pinks and purples filtered through the trees as the sun sank lower over the forest. Hoping to see the sunset, they hurried to the edge of the meadow, where it appeared they would be able to see out through gaps in the trees. The view was blocked by more trees in the distance, but once again it appeared that if they went on just a little farther, they could get a clearer view of the sunset. They clambered over fallen logs and through the forest bramble, hoping to get a look before the sun set completely. They never quite made it to the edge of the mountain to see out over the valley below, but they had a fun time chasing the sunset and got some strikingly atmospheric photos showing the trees silhouetted against a sea of pinks, purples, and yellows.

  They made their way back to camp in the fading light, glad to have found their way without mishap after dashing so recklessly through the forest. The stars were shining brightly just above their heads by the time they reached camp.

  By now, though, the temperature had begun to plummet. To ward off the chill, they added extra layers of clothes.

  They settled into their camp chairs and sipped coffee laced with shots of tequila as they marveled at the radical change of scenery. Only a few hours ago they had been strolling along the beach, and now they found themselves camped out in a high mountain meadow. Baja was once again proving itself to be a land of extremes and constant surprises.

  With the temperature now hovering in the low forties, they stirred themselves, gathering enough firewood with the help of flashlights to build a small campfire. The forest was cold and dark, and the fire was reassuring.

  “This is nice,” Rick declared as he relaxed in his camp chair. “Hey where’s that newspaper you picked up today?”

  “I left it in the truck, I think.”

  “Well, go get it.”

  Ken tried to think up some plausible excuse not to go get it, but failed. He retrieved the tabloid and, feeling very awkward indeed, handed it to Rick in silence.

  Rick studied the cover in the lamplight, then read the first few paragraphs of the lead story. He let out a grunt Ken wasn’t sure how to interpret. Then Rick gave him the paper.

  “Aren’t you going to read the whole thing?” Ken asked.

  “No. Why should I? It’s the usual bullshit. Although if Gunther is really insisting on having a prenuptial agreement, then he’s smarter than I gave him credit for being. Anyway, that part of my life is over. Don’t throw the paper away when you’re done with it,” Rick added. “We can use it to wrap up our garbage in, in the morning.”

  A bit shamefacedly, Ken set the paper aside and changed the subject, asking Rick about their itinerary for the next day.

  Not long afterward, they were thinking about going to bed when a light flashed through the trees. A car was coming their way, and when it finally rolled into view, Ken saw that it had the park’s logo on its door.

  “It’s our buddy Javier,” he told Rick.

  They greeted the ranger warmly.

  “However did you find us?” Ken asked.

  “It wasn’t difficult. Not that I set out with the intent of looking for you. I usually drive around a little through the park, checking things out before I go to bed. I told myself I’d keep an eye out for you, and sure enough, I saw the light of your fire.” Javier was inspecting the camp. “You seem to have made yourselves comfortable. I was thinking, if I found you, that I might invite you to come and stay indoors with me tonight.”

  “It’s kind of you to make the offer, but we’re fine here,” Ken said.

  “Although it is getting on the chilly side,” Rick pointed out. “How about a drink? Or aren’t you allowed to drink while you’re on duty?”

  Javier smiled. “But I’m no longer on duty. I’m on my own time for the rest of the night.”

  “Good. Here, sit down.” Rick gave up his camp chair and busied himself pouring out generous cupfuls of tequila.

  As they drank, Ken kept the conversation going. He was curious about Javier’s responsibilities at the park, and he was even more curious about how the young park ranger spent his leisure time when he was off duty.

  “As beautiful as the scenery here is,” Ken commented, “I can’t imagine being here all by myself at night for weeks on end. I’d get restless and horny,” he added boldly.

  “Get horny?” Rick protested. “You were born horny.”

  “Sometimes I do have unexpected company,” Javier said.

  “Oh, really?” Ken was instantly intrigued. “You mean visitors to the park?”

  “Visitors, campers, yes, who like to amuse themselves.”

  “Amuse themse
lves how, exactly?”

  Javier seemed a bit flustered. “In bed, of course.”

  “I see.”

  Rick spoke up. “I didn’t know your duties included taking care of visitors in quite that way.”

  Javier laughed and seemed more at ease. “I am careful to do my entertaining when I am off duty. Usually. Sometimes the temptation is simply too great, and I allow myself to take a break during the day.”

  “A sex break?” Ken guessed.

  “Exactly.”

  “Been there, done that,” Ken said.

  “Have you? I mean, do you men like to play around?”

  “Sure,” Ken said, answering for him and Rick both. “Let’s have some more tequila.”

  “I’m already getting a buzz on,” Rick warned.

  “Good. I’m not very far behind you, buddy. Come on, Javier, catch up with us. And then maybe all three of us can play around a little together?”

  “I’d like that,” the park ranger said.

  “Drink up,” Rick urged.

  It wasn’t long before all three men jammed themselves inside the waiting tent.

  “We’re going to have to get our clothes off just to make enough room in here to move around,” Rick said. “Come on, Ken, help me get Javier’s uniform off him.”

  “I thought you were cold,” Ken teased Rick.

  “You’re the one who taught me how effective body heat can be,” his friend retorted. “If two bodies are good, I imagine three must be even better.”

  Rick was already putting this theory to the test, shedding his own clothes and helping Ken to undress their quite willing guest. Soon all three of them were naked.

  Ken had a mild exhibitionistic streak in him, and he was once again excited by the thought of performing in front of Rick, of putting on a shameless gay sex show with Javier to turn his buddy on. He wanted Rick to have a good time, too. His friend’s pleasure was almost as important to him as his own. When the park ranger embraced him, Ken responded eagerly, aroused by the young stud’s masculine bulk and hard muscularity. Ken caressed Javier’s firm buttocks, then his stomach and his thighs. The two men kissed again and again, their tongues darting deep into each other’s open mouths.

  “I want to suck you, Javier,” Ken breathed seductively. “Put your cock in my mouth.”

  “But I want to satisfy you too. I want to go down on your cock, or do whatever you want me to do,” Javier declared. “Both of you,” he added, giving Rick a sideline glance.

  “Don’t mind me,” Rick said. “I’m enjoying the show. You two make love to each other. I’ll join in when I feel like it, trust me.”

  “Just do whatever you like to do with another man in bed,” Ken urged Javier. “I’m up for anything.”

  As the two naked men tumbled over the sleeping bag in a wanton display of interlocking limbs and tangling hair, Rick had the presence of mind to grab the lamp and move it out of the way—although he took care to position it in a corner of the tent in such a way that it threw a subdued but revealing light on the action taking place in front of him.

  At first, Ken was getting off as much on the prospect of performing in front of Rick and coaxing him into some three-way sex as he was by the prospect of enjoying Javier’s tight little body himself. But he was soon lost in the purely physical, sensual pleasure of the act. Javier proved himself to be a quite experienced lover. The park ranger was now sucking Ken’s cock with a subtlety and skill that even Ken, who prided himself on his cocksucking ability, had to admit was pretty exceptional. Ken felt the urge to come stirring deep within his pelvis, in his balls, in the core of his tingling, overexcited, mouth-loved cock as the other man’s lips and tongue teased his tool to the verge of ejaculation more rapidly than Ken would have thought possible.

  Although Ken had instinctively thrust his head between Javier’s bronzed thighs, he couldn’t help hesitating for a moment before starting to blow him in return. He was afraid that going down on Javier would distract him from the incredible sensations that being sucked by the young Mexican was giving him. But even as he stared, torn between desire and anxiety, at Javier’s groin area and hard, throbbing dick, Ken felt the first shock of ejaculation rocketing through his own body. He forgot about anything except coming as he climaxed violently inside Javier’s greedily slurping mouth. Ken raked the folds of the sleeping bag with his fingers, tossed his legs high into the air, tensed his ass cheeks, and opened his mouth wide to emit cries and whimpers of stunned fulfillment; they burst from his lungs as his cum flooded the sucking stud’s throat again and again.

  “Fuck,” Ken heard Rick exclaim. “He’s really bringing you off, isn’t he?”

  Ken was in no position to contradict his friend. Sweat bedewed his thrashing body as Javier used his weight to hold him down on the sleeping bag. Ken shot and shot, and all the while the other man’s tongue and teeth and lips worked nonstop on his exploding prick: teasing it, tormenting him, satisfying him as he had rarely ever been by an act of oral sex.

  He had to reciprocate, if only belatedly, and in some way pay Javier back for this intense pleasure. Ken seized Javier’s tight buttocks to hold the Mexican steady, and pressed his face against Javier’s crotch. Ken slid his tongue over the other guy’s hairy balls, licking them, before he opened his mouth wide and sucked both nuts deep inside. He’d taken Javier by surprise. Javier grunted in response to the sudden, unexpected pressure on his testicles, and renewed his own oral exertions around Ken’s depleted prick.

  “Suck his cock, Ken,” Rick urged. “I want to see you suck his cock.”

  Ken let go of Javier’s balls and began to slurp on his penis instead. The thought that Rick was watching him suck the park ranger’s cock spurred him on. He wanted to perform for Rick, to excite him by the sight of what he was doing to Javier.

  It wasn’t long before Javier twisted his lithe body around and turned the blow job into a sixty-nine.

  “Oh fuck,” Rick moaned. “Suck those dicks, men. Suck those dicks.”

  The two naked men rolled about on the sleeping bag, with Javier’s darker complexion contrasting strongly with Ken’s tawny skin. They writhed together, each man with his insatiable mouth glued around the knob of the other’s thick prick.

  Ken’s heavy chest heaved from the effort it cost him to fill his lungs with air, and his hips jerked as he worked his ass in a deliberate attempt to excite his two partners, but especially Rick, by giving the latter a chance to compare Ken’s mature masculine body to the park ranger’s slimmer, almost boyish physique.

  And now Ken could see out of the corner of his eye that he had succeeded. If Rick, their audience of one, wasn’t applauding, it was only because his hands were otherwise occupied at the moment. Rick had become increasingly excited as the lewd spectacle of the other two men sixty-nining unfolded before his eyes. Now Rick sat there on the ground cloth of the tent, masturbating. His cock had sprung to full erection and looked as though it might burst at any moment if the pressure wasn’t relieved.

  Ken turned his attention back to Javier, but he could hear how excited Rick was getting.

  “Suck those cocks, you horny bastards,” he heard Rick demand. But neither Ken nor Javier needed any instructions. They remained locked in each other’s embrace, their mouths pumping up and down on each other’s creaming cocks, their hands fondling balls and buttocks and pecs as sweat lubricated their enmeshed flesh. “Yeah, suck them. Suck them off,” Rick urged. Judging by the telltale noise of a fist slapping against flesh, Rick was busy stroking his hard-on, Ken assumed. And he was doing so with all the enthusiasm of a horny young adolescent who’s just discovered the joys of self-abuse, and who, now that he had experienced the forbidden pleasure, couldn’t get enough of it.

  After long, intense minutes, all three of the participants in this private drama of erotic excess could take no more without proceeding to even wilder and ultimately more satisfying activities. Ken broke away from Javier with a gasp, flinging himself over the sleeping bag at ful
l length. But the park ranger refused to relinquish his grip on his hips, and went right on ceaselessly sucking Ken’s sensitive prick.

  “How’s that mouth of his feel?” Rick asked.

  “He’s a really good cocksucker,” Ken told Rick. “I’m going to come again if he keeps this up. Let him suck yours, buddy. I want to watch him suck yours.”

  Without hesitation, Rick took Ken’s place, and soon he and Javier were going down on each other as energetically as Javier and Ken had been sixty-nining moments before. Ken had to admit it was exciting to watch. He had to force himself not to jack off as he watched the two men feed on each other’s pricks, knowing that too much manual pressure on his own hard-on would probably bring him off before he wanted to shoot.

  “Let’s fuck,” Ken suggested bluntly. “Who wants to go first?”

  Rick grunted, then took his mouth off Javier’s cock with obvious reluctance. “I figured that horny ass of yours would be tingling by now. How about you, Javier? Do you take it up the ass?”

  “I like it either way,” the young Mexican admitted between deep intakes of breath.

  “So do we,” Rick said. “Would you like to screw my buddy, Javier?”

  “Yes.”

  Rick grinned. “Go for it, Ken. Let him have your ass.”

  “Fuck me,” Ken groaned, reaching for the tube of lubricant that he and Rick now always took care to keep within easy reach when they went to bed. He squeezed a glob of the gel onto his fingers and plunged them shamelessly between his buttocks and massaged the lubricant into his puckered asshole, giving himself a quick finger-fuck at the same time to prime the pump. “One of you guys, get one of these rubbers on your dick and fuck me with it.”

  “I think we’re both going to have to plug that horny butt of yours, to keep you satisfied,” Rick said. “But you go ahead, Javier. Be my guest. You go first. You’re going to love fucking my buddy’s tight, hot ass,” he promised as he toyed with Ken’s swollen nipples. “And I’m going to love watching it.”

  “But then you must fuck him,” Javier insisted. “We will take turns.”