Harris

Let’s try a short-short story this week that has nothing to do with Europe and nobility and serfs to see what excitement we can stir. A tale set right here in beautiful New Mexico.

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HARRIS

Dootl'izhiidzill
Courtesy of Wikipedia

   The stately evergreens and flaming deciduous trees ahead and to our right beckoned us onward. The exposed slope of the mountain trail we trod gave a breathtaking view of the deep valley to our left. But all I could do was eye the strong, wiry form of the guy in front of me. The manly grace with which he moved, the flex of long, tight muscles in his legs, the curve of trim buttocks beneath khaki walking shorts demanded my full attention.

     I’d known Harris Keltjourn for three years, but only now had I really looked at him. At least, I examined his lower extremities more closely than ever before as he’d walked and climbed no more than six feet ahead of me for the past two hours. Why had it taken me this long to discover how attractive he was? I knew he was handsome, but so were a lot of other guys on the UNM campus. For me “handsome” isn’t always sexy. And how had I found myself alone with him on an isolated trail on a Saturday afternoon?

     Harris and I took some classes together, but we weren’t close. Then two days ago, he’d plopped down at my table in the Zimmerman Library and let out a whoosh of air. “I’m tired of this shit,” he announced.

     I grinned at him. “Already? It’s only October. Long way to go yet.”

     “Man, I need to be shooting rapids or scaling mountains or something.”

     “There’s water in the Rio Grande this year. Course, I don’t know of many rapids nearby. And there’s Sandia Peak right on the eastern horizon.”

     “You’re right. No rapids. And I’ve been up Sandia enough already.”

     I leaned back in my chair to look at him full on. He returned my stare, and I discerned he was serious. “There’s always Dootl’izhiidzill over by Grants.” I stumbled over the word, unsure of Navajo pronunciation. “That’s not too far away.”

     His eyes widened. “What in the hell’s that?”

     “Mount Taylor. It known as Turquoise Mountain to the Navajo. One of their holy mountains.”

     "How’d a mountain holy to the Navajo get to be called Mount Taylor.”

     “Haven’t you heard? The white man came out on top and got to write the history books and the maps. First they named it San Mateo. I guess it’s a part of the San Mateo Mountains. Then when Zachary Taylor whipped the Mexicans, we saw fit to change the name to pay him homage.”

     “How you know all this stuff, Frank?”

     I shrugged. “Lived here all my life. Grew up on the stuff.”

     He pursed his lips and nodded. “Let’s do it. Saturday.”

     And that’s how I found myself ogling that intriguing butt. I would have liked to continue doing just that, but my bladder had reached capacity and I pled for a halt. He agreed, so we stood side by side to ease our discomfort. When I’d peed enough to get rid of the urgency, I slid my gaze downward and to the right. I almost dried up at the sight.

     Harris had finished urinating and was shaking away the last drop… the one that’s not supposed to end up in your underwear. But what caught my attention was that the thing he held was growing. Rapidly. Then he turned away and seemed to have some difficulty zipping his shorts. Without a word, he took off up the trail.

     Dry mouthed, I stuffed myself away and hurried after him, my own excitement causing an uncomfortable chafing. Even so, I managed to almost catch up before he cambered atop a big rock and turned to look back the way we’d come. I scrambled up beside him, puffing hard.

     The view was stunning. The dark green forest below was studied with the reds and yellows and oranges of thousands of autumn leaves. We seemed to be looking out over a vast kingdom peopled only by us… ourselves. Alone.

     I glanced down at his crotch. It seemed full… inflamed. He turned and caught me looking. I had to swallow twice to work up enough saliva to speak. “Y-you seem to have a problem. Let me know if you need some help with it.”

     He studied me with eyes as gray as an angry sky before turning to look at the panorama again. “Yeah. I might. Thought for a while you weren’t going to offer.”

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Makes me wonder if Frank is calling Harris “Harry” by the time they get back down old Dootl’izhiidzill. By the way, I've seen the mountain spelled Tootl'izhiidzill, also.

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DJH’s Story – Part 3

Still getting comments on this story, so we’ll go with it again for this post. You will recall that we left our protagonist lying atop the hay stack gazing down into a secret room to see two cousins, including his boyhood hero, Jim, naked and going at it hot and heavy. Let’s find out what happened after that.

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MY HUNKY COUSINS

     I didn’t know whether to fall off the hay pile and run or slither into the secret room and suffer whatever fate awaited me. Either way, I’d probably break something vital. Because my hard-on was bigger than any I’d ever had in my life!

     Frank had leaned back on his hands to expose himself to me, so buff, handsome Jim was now totally visible. My idol held up both hands and smiled. I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life. Michelangelo would have painted him just that way. Wide shoulders, ribs tapering to a small waist, hips slightly wider, and great thighs and legs. And then there was that big, pulsing, circumcised cock throbbing against his belly.

     “Come on down, man. We’ve been thinking about inviting you to join us.”

     Incapable of speech, I merely gulped and nodded.

     “But you gotta promise you won’t tell anyone,” Frank said.

     Geez! He was gorgeous, too. Curly blond hair on top, and darker, slightly reddish cock hair. Were all my cousins hung like these two?

     “What’s it gonna be?” Jim called.

     I scrambled so hard to get down into that room I nearly fell right on top of them. In a New York second, I was flat of my back with two muscled men tearing at my clothes. Once I was as naked as I was ever going to get, they both sat back on their heels and gave me a good examination.

     “Yep, he’s family,” Frank observed.

     “I’d recognize that cock and pair of balls anywhere.”

     Frank turned serious. “Solemn vow, Daniel. You don’t ever tell anyone about this. Not now. Not never.”

     Still breathless, I worked up enough saliva to confirm what my nodding head was saying. “Not ever. I swear.”

     Frank took charge of the upper end; Jim, the lower. Two pairs of hands rubbed me from stem to stern. Gentle touches. Then firmer. When Jim grasped my raging cock, I almost jumped a foot off the floor. Heck, was I cuming? I took a breath. No, but it wouldn’t take much to get me there.

I let out a gasp when Frank leaned down and bit my left tit. Then he sucked on it like a newborn calf at his mama’s udder.

     “Relax, man,” Jim said. “Enjoy.”

     The first part of that was hard to do when he licked my slit, but the second part was automatic. Then he went down on me all the way, and I had two sexy males sucking on two sensitive parts of me. Frank switched to the other nipple. I would have figured this was Nirvana if the hay wasn’t scratching my back where my left shoulder had slid off the pile of clothes beneath me. But … I … would … put … up … with … some … straw … for …

     Man,” I moaned. “Oh, man. I’m cuming, guys! I’m gonna … shoot … Oh, unghhh!”

I came. And came. Like never before, I came.

     Frank sat up and watched me squirm through those delicious, electrical discharges, but Jim kept right on sucking until I grabbed his head and held it still. When he finally came up off me, he swiped his mouth with a muscular arm and grinned.

     “Pretty good discharge, cousin.”

     I sucked in enough air to respond. “Pretty good blowjob, cousin. How long you guys been doing this?”

     Frank shrugged his naked shoulders. “For a while now. You like it?”

     “I love it!”

     “Girls love things,” he came back at me. “Guys get a charge out of them.”

     “Man, what a charge.”

     Jim splayed his legs out in front of him. “Turn about’s fair play. You have a problem with that?”

     “Hell, no!”

     Problem? This was my nighttime dream coming true in the daylight. I squirmed around to gobble that big prick.

     “Lie down on your belly,” he instructed me. Propped back on his hands, he allowed me to do something I’d craved since before I had cock hair. I grabbed his manhood and licked the big, bulbous end like an ice cream cone. It jumped in my hand. I took him in my mouth determined to give him the best head he’d ever had.

     As I was happily slurping on Jim’s hard prick, Frank started playing with my buns. He got a grunt out of me when he stroked my crack. I opened my legs. A fingernail touched my sphincter. Wow!

     Frank got between my legs. The next thing that touched my pucker hole was big and wet. He got another grunt out of me when he pushed, but I didn’t miss a lick on Jim’s cock. Not even when Frank entered me. Oh, man, what a feeling! I was servicing two hot, heavy dongs at the same time. The only problem was, when Frank really got to going at it, he kept pushing me up off Jim’s dong. So I adapted. I went up on the hot cock in my mouth when Frank lunged, and deep-throated it when he withdrew.

     Worked like a charm. Before long, Jim groaned and shot his load. I took him all and tried to measure the actual taste of his seed against the imaginary times I’d done this. This was better! By a factor of zowie!”

     It was a good thing he shot off when he did, because when Frank got close, he really assaulted my ass. I had to put my arms around Jim’s waist to keep from getting shoved all the way to the wall. Man, hugging that hard, naked chest made it all the better. By the time Frank exploded, I went over the edge again and came all over the clothing I was lying on.

     For a few minutes all I could hear was heavy panting. Then finally Jim found his voice.

     “Daniel, remember your promise. Don’t ever tell anyone about this.”

     “If you do, you can’t come back,” Frank warned.

     “You …” Puff. “You don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be back for more.”

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Sounds like the beginning of a great summer to me. Are there more surprises coming, or is this the way it’ll be until Daniel returns to school in August? Maybe we’ll find out next month.

Hope you liked Daniel’s story so far. Thanks for reading, and come back soon.

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As always, thanks for reading.

Mark

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