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For the next few weeks they dined on jackrabbits, a few fish, fox, coyote, and of course, the odd rattlesnake. “Hey, Lance…” Said Chris one night, taking a bite of coyote. “Yeah?” “Why do you think only we went back in time, and no one else?” “I dunno.” Said Lance. Then he added, chuckling. “Maybe whatever did it was worried we’d go cannibalistic.” Chris laughed and took another bite of coyote. He thought for a while and laughed again. “If it came to that I’d eat Justin.” “What? Why?” Asked Lance, propping himself up on his elbow and facing Chris. “I like my meat lean.” Chris said, laughing, and almost choking on coyote. “Yeah, and JC’s like, all bone... Isn’t he?” Said Lance. “…And we couldn’t eat Joey. Remember when he got stuck in the stage?” They both laughed hard, causing Chris to almost choke again. They finished dinner; a few comments and jokes strung out between the silences, but were soon quiet without having anything else to talk about. They both lay back and listened to the sounds of the night, which they’d gotten used to. Chris closed his eyes and Lance stared at him out of the corner of his eye. He replayed the days events in his head like he always did but soon his mind reverted back to thoughts of Chris. He has such a cute laugh. Thought Lance. As he closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep, he heard a low moan next to him. He opened his eye and peeked over, trying not to be obvious. It didn’t help when his eyes flew wide open at the sight of Chris rubbing a growing erection through his pants. God… he’s so gorgeous Lance thought, and felt his own cock getting hard. Chris’ eyes opened as he peeked over to see if Lance was looking. Lance shut his eyes and felt a burning come to his cheeks, thankful that the firelight was dim, so Chris couldn’t see. After a few moments passed he opened his eye a slit and peeked over at Chris again. Apparently Chris hadn’t seen Lance watching him. Chris also apparently thought he was asleep because now his cock was sticking out of his jeans and grasped tightly in his hand. Lance blushed and watched secretly as Chris jerked off, every now and then little moans escaping his mouth. It was the most erotic and arousing thing Lance had ever seen in his entire life and he soon felt his cock becoming painfully hard. Jeezus, this is torture! Thought Lance. He then purposely made “waking-up’ sounds, but ‘stayed asleep’ long enough for Chris to hurriedly put himself away. Lance then ‘woke up’ and proceeded to go down to the river to pee. As soon as he was sure Chris wasn’t following him he unzipped and pulled his cock out, masturbated furiously, and orgasmed. God! Does he do this to me on purpose or what?! Thought Lance as he endured another night of voyeuristic peeking. This time Chris’ little moans were a bit louder. I can’t take much more of this thought Lance as another painful erection overtook him. Why not tell him now? he thought. Maybe he’ll reciprocate your feelings and you can both get off. What’s the worst he can do? Move to the other side of the campfire? Lance thought on this and decided. He fully opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow, facing Chris. “You know… You’d be perfect to eat.” He said in what he hoped was a seductive-sounding voice. Chris stopped jacking off, looked at him, wide-eyed, and quickly covered himself up with his shirt. “What?” He asked, cautiously. “Oh, I’m not really going to eat you, Chris.” Said Lance, moving closer to the older man. “I just want to” He started, then moved even closer, to the point their noses touched. “…taste you.” He said, leaning forward and kissing Chris on the lips. To his great surprise, he felt Chris kiss him back. His confidence and courage boosted; Lance ran his tongue over Chris’ lips, which parted, allowing Lances tongue entry. They were soon feverously making out. Their tongues clashing and hands roaming everywhere. Lance felt a rough grab on his cock and knew what Chris wanted. They stopped and stood up, then quickly ran to the river, which was the only place not covered in sand. Shedding their clothes on the shore they waded into the water. In the moonlight Lance thought Chris looked sexier than ever. They playfully splashed around until their bodies glistened with beads of water which slid down their bodies and made them sparkle. They came close and Chris turned to face away from Lance. Lance got the point and placed the head of his cock against Chris’ ass. Well lubricated with the water, he pushed and eased in, to the protest of Chris’ virginal hole. Chris’ head leaned back and he moan-whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Lance waited for him to adjust and Chris soon motioned for Lance to continue. Soon they were going at a steady pace and were both groaning with pleasure. As he felt Chris’ sphincter clamp around his cock and Chris’ body go rigid with orgasm, Lance felt himself explode inside Chris. They both stood, motionless, except for slight tremors and ragged breathing for a moment. Then Chris leaned his head back against Lance’s chest as he looked up at the moon. It was so bright and full and beautiful. It seemed to be getting brighter. Soon all he could see was its white brilliance. “Lance! Lance, are you okay?” Said Chris. “Huh? I-I’m fine.” Said Lance. “We were worried you’d be out for days. Said Joey. “Huh? How’d you get out here?!” Asked Lance as he made a mad attempt to cover his nakedness from Joey. But he wasn’t naked. “Lance, calm down.” “Where am I?” “The bus.” Said Justin. “How did we get back?” Lance asked, looking at Chris. “You know what he’s walking about?” Asked Justin. “Not a clue.” Said Chris, looking confusedly at Lance. “Lance, you hit your head when the bus went through a patch of bad construction work back there.” “I what? My head?” “You hit it. You were out for a half hour. You had us worried.” Said Chris. Lance lay back down. It was all some concussion-induced dream. He frowned. He hadn’t really had wild sex with Chris in a stream. “Damn.” He said aloud. “What?” Asked Chris. “I’m hungry.” Said Lance. No, it didn’t really happen. But I can tell him how I feel now. “For what? You want some Mc Donald’s or something?” Asked Chris. “No. I actually think I’m in the mood for a little rattlesnake.” |
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