Today I was so horny I couldn’t focus on anything other than getting fucked by Elbio. I made comments such as, “Wow, that rock is the perfect height” and, “Hm, what ever can we do with this rope I have?” I was so horny that even the shape of his feet and the way he walked turned me on. God, when did I get turned on by feet?
I tried getting my mind off of sex with him. “Have you ever done a food eating competition?” I asked. “I feel like you could make a lot of money. They had a hot dog eating competition on the AT, looked like fun.”
“I mean by the looks of it you don’t even have to chew your hot dogs,” he said, “you could just swallow it whole.” Welp, looked like sex was on his mind, too.
Elbio studied animal tracks while I collected rocks throughout the day to which he shook his head in disapproval. I specifically wanted to find a rock that was light in color but had an appearance of blood splattered on it to depict my time on the Hayduke. We came across a small waterfall with a little pool that looked like too good of an opportunity to pass up so I went for a skinny dip while he watched me. I loved when he watched me.
Shortly after, we took a break beside a dirt road, barely tucked away under a Cottonwood tree and a large rock that we could rest our backs on. I ate some peanuts while I felt him up. I was coming onto him quite strongly. I laid my mat out and began groping at his inner thighs.
He kissed but I pulled away and said, “Sorry if it tastes like peanuts. I’m still chewing on some.”
“Yup, tastes like peanuts,” he agreed. “Not penis, but peanuts.”
“I can make it taste like penis,” I bantered.
I loved that his scent was getting stronger by each day. My mouth watered each chance I got to taste him. He seemed inviting to the idea of letting me go for it. He sat lower to meet me at my level then spread his legs apart and pulled his cock out up and over his shorts. I went straight to deep throating, getting him nice and slobbery.
“Hey a car is coming,” he said, “you want to keep going?”
“Mhm,” I moaned, picking up my rhythm.
I got into position for doggy style but quickly pushed him back. It hurt from the way he shoved it in and I was unable to take him fully.
“Oh my god!” I yelled. “I feel like you got two inches bigger.”
Still, we kept going. The mat defeated the purpose since our knees went out to the side and into the soft sand. My face was getting slammed on the rock face while my glasses scraped on it from each thrust. I was drooling, my face wet and hot. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, turned my head towards him then slurped up the drool I had hanging off my lips. He brought his hands back down to my ass cheeks then spread my asshole apart as he watched himself fuck me. Everything in my body was shaking, including my arms from gripping at the sandstone from trying to take him as much as I could. We had to cut it short because he accidentally grabbed his dick to slip himself back in and got it covered in fine sand. I gave him a pouty face but knew I could have more of him later.
We cowboy camped in Paradise/Escalante canyon just above the wash. We ate dinner and he took my trash bag again.
“That’s how I know you like me,” I said.
“Mhm,” he said as silence momentarily followed. “I do like you. I like you a lot.”
“I like you, too.”
Then, we banged again and called it a night.
