Gone Hiking

I was walking the old fire tower trail, it was a hot afternoon in August. I’ve hiked this route several times and it can be quite strenuous in places, rocky, overgrown and you need to be careful of your footing. There was nothing I enjoyed better than being out in nature for 2 or 3 hours, just me and my thoughts. With a burning pain in my thighs, sweat dripping from my brow, and lungs full of air, when I finally get to  the old condemned fire tower. 

 I crossed the creek, it was deeper and flowing fuller than normal from recent rain, the trees begin to get shorter and more sparse as I approach the clearing, anticipating getting close to the almost grassy pasture like crest of the mountain, if it weren’t for the smooth rock boulders busting through areas of the grass and wild flowers. Suddenly I heard a cry, almost that if an injured animal, shortly after the muddy banks, when I saw a person clutching his knee in pain, sitting in the mud about 100 feet downstream. I hurried to his aid, as my feet slid on the slippery rock and mud banks exposed by the recent weather. First I tried to move him to a dryer area, he was definitely in horrendous pain, as I attempted to move him. I tried my cell phone knowing full well there was no reception in the woods, if I could get up to the tower, I knew I could possibly get at least one bar. 

 I sprung into action, removed my T-shirt, I took his off too, and tied his leg off with 2 sticks building a make shift splint. Together we dragged him the rest of the way up toward the top, where we rested in the warming late afternoon sun, for I knew the sun would be setting way too soon and we needed help. The sweat was glistening off his sweaty upper torso as our struggle to the top was a bit exhausting. I am now realizing he is built and firm much nicer than my own slim body, he had broad shoulders and a fine field of brown fur under his pecks traveling down to his navel. My arms were pulling him from his naked underarms as he used his good leg to push off helping my 165 lb body move his 220 lb frame filled with pure muscle. As we rested I noticed his running pants were soaked through, and he was actually shivering even though it was still fairly warm. 

 I carefully removed the splints and we maneuvered his pants off being careful not to hurt his already battered leg. I replaced the splints on his heavy thick muscled legs, this guy worked out, I wondered how he managed to even get injured. I now noticed and tried not to look, but He was wearing white briefs and his package was quite obvious. My own crotch was forcing my eyes where they shouldn’t have gone, as I spent additional time adjusting and re tying the sticks to his leg. He had soft brown hair on his thighs that traveled up as it thickened into the leg holes of those briefs.

 Our rest was over, we needed to make our way to the tower across the field with still a slight incline to go, finally arriving at the tower, I leaned him against the tower leg, where we rested again. I offered him some of my water as we sat and talked, he thanked me and seemed coherent enough although he soon leaned his head back and seemingly started to fall asleep. I tried my phone again, still no luck, I was going to have to try to climb the tower. I spent more time watching my patient as he rested, this man in only his briefs now, with a nice thick bulge, the fuzz escaping the waist and legs. I just needed to touch it, but instead I quickly jumped up to start my climb. The tower wasn’t used anymore and they had cut the lower stair ladder off for safety, so I needed to get about 15 feet up to get to the ladder without falling, sure enough I was hot and sweaty, but I made it to the top. I got one bar and called the park service and they were on their way. Back down I went, where I gathered all of our stuff and comforted him till they came, I spread his pants on a rock hoping they’d dry, as once the sun went down he’d need to keep warm.

 It seemed like hours, the sun was now setting, still no sign from the park service, but it’s a long walk up here and it could be tough one with a stretcher cot. It’s now dark and getting chilly, my patient seemed cold and somewhat out of it, he was still cold and clammy to the touch and he tried to fight off the shivers. I crouched up next to him and kind of hugged him, it wasn’t long till we were in a full embrace using each other’s bodies, and our skin to skin contact trying to keep him warm. We went from a sweating climb to a cooling sunset and now a downright chilly night air. As I lay embracing his body his chest felt soft. I lay on top of him careful of his leg feeling his bulge through my pants, as I imagined in my head, the bulge seemed to be thanking me. Then it happened we were face to face and he kissed me, soft and tenderly as he ran his fingers through my hair, his bulge continued to poke into mine, I joked that it was lucky that part of him wasn’t injured, he laughed back as he kissed again, this time I returned the kiss. Just then we heard voices and saw lights, and people calling my name, I reluctantly broke away and answered, ‘Over Here”..

 The EMT service properly splinted him wrapped us both in blankets, they provided us with electrolyte drinks, as 4 guys carried the portable cot down and I followed with a flashlight to a waiting ambulance. I later drove to the hospital where I officially met him in his hospital gown, naked of course underneath, as he flipped it open to show me his cast, and he asked me to sign it. Of course I got up as high as I could, close to his crotch to see that lovely thick beer can of a dick, that seemed to greet me with that same hardness, as I wrote very very slowly, staring directly at it, and he knew it. I purposely included my phone number alongside my note “This tender skin surrounded by hardness” (meaning his leg in a cast of course), but he got my drift of what it really meant.

About a week later he called me and invited me to a “thank you dinner” out on the town, of course I accepted. His leg still in a cast, and he wore loose fitting sweat pants with a trimmed off leg for the cast, we couldn’t go anywhere fancy, but to a local diner, as I aided him into the tight booth and stood his crutches by the wall. We ordered, ate, and talked like old friends who had known each other for years. We hit it off and I thoroughly enjoyed his company. When we finished I helped him into my car and delivered him back to his house. I helped up the 3 stairs to his front porch, he handed me the keys and I opened the door as we collided in the doorway and we both fell to the floor. Yes, then he kissed me again. I tossed his crutches aside and threw one of his arms over my shoulder, and lifted him 3 leggedly to the couch, where we both fell down on each other, I helped him sit up and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back down over his lap. He held me there firm and caressed my crotch ending with a squeeze. I was so hard it was almost pleasurably painful. Against my back I could feel his hardness flitting up and down as he bent over my face and kissed me again. One hand on my crotch, his tongue in my mouth and his dick flinching in my back, I could no longer hold back. I rolled off his lap onto the floor where I slid my hand up the short leg of his sweats and his casted leg. I felt the furry hairs almost standing on edge as my hand crept closer up to his crotch. I got to the spot where his briefs should have been but soon felt bare scrotum, it’s too late I grabbed those big balls and kneaded them in my palm as my fingers approached his shaft base, I felt the heat of his skin that I’ve felt once before only this time fully sexually excited knowing he wanted more.. I stopped for a moment as I tugged those sweats down and over the cast and sneakers, as he helped by toeing each sneaker off, then he pulled on his T-shirt almost ripping it off, as he now sat there bare ass naked except for that cast.

He was everything I had imagined that night in the woods, only now instead of those white briefs there was this phallic instrument of lust starring me back in the face. As I approached his marvelous instrument of my desire, my mouth gradually opened. He stared down at my eyes, his were so blue I thought I could see a sparkle, and he smiled as my tongue made contact with the head. I took it in slowly breathing in deep, as the freshness of clean soapy skin emanated off him, his scent grew stronger the more I breathed in, as I cupped those balls and swallowed even deeper. Down further I went as he grasped the back of my head and his head veered off my eyes as it twisted backward and his eyes seemingly focused on the ceiling. I worked his hot rod for quite a long time when he tensed right up making me stop as he pulled my head off.

He limped up off the couch, his erection quite clearly pointing straight outward, as his large frame lifted me first to my feet, then stripping me on his one good foot, as he lay me back down on the couch, my small pale tiny frame compared to him with my small but yet hard dick sticking straight up, almost bursting from within, as he began to touch me all over. He kissed me on my neck as he carefully lay his casted foot aside and he worked his way down my body driving me nuts, my saliva soaked torso writhed with goose bumps, as he paid special attention to my soft pink budding nipples. He moved further down enjoying his feast, as I massaged his back and shoulders till I could no longer reach them, my hands now on the back of his head as he took my mere 6 inches down in one fell swoop. He worked it real nice, as I wanted to burst, then he moved my legs upward, and maneuvered his tongue to my ass. A feeling I never so imagined, as that magic tongue filled my pink hole, with his casted leg beside me and the other on the floor, he held my legs up by my ankles over his head, and he penetrated my love hole with his wet sloppy tongue plowing deeper and deeper. Then he pushed my legs further toward my head, forcing me to grasp them from behind the knee, with his casted leg straining, and then he moved the good leg up closer, he spit on his hard member, and yes he was going to enter me in his wounded state. He pressed the inside of my knee with one hand and guided his dick in with the other as his partially bent leg getting a grip on the floor seemingly did all the work. I winced with feeling of the head popping inside the ring, he then moved his hand to my dick, stroking it freely as he continually applied pressure, my eyes started tearing, yet I didn’t want to yell, as I bit down on my tongue to stifle my pain. Now he was deep inside, I felt his balls on my ass, the burning slightly subsided within me, as I felt so full, my innards seemed to wrap tightly around him, and I felt them move in and out with his soft slow motion, at first he just grinded while deep inside me, then slowly began jerking in and out, the slow jerk went from short to long jerks, almost coming all the way out, then slowly he began picking up the pace. The sweat began forming, as I felt tears from my watering eyes run down my face. Soon he was pounding me like I’ve never felt before, and his entire dick came out and then back in, my body was rocking my back against those couch cushions with each finalized stroke. And his hand still jerking me, as I watched this guy work. I soon announced I would be Cuming, and he quickened the pace even more. I fired my load up to my chin and all over my chest, when at that very moment he said “he was too”. I felt a sense of him pulling out, so my hands went into action, I wasn’t going to have gone through all this and not claim my prize. I let go of my legs, I reached around grabbed both his ass cheeks and pulled them into me, and he took my cue, and he plowed deeper inside as I felt each of his cum shots bathe my insides. We sat for a moment and he gently withdrew his limping, sticky, wet, dick still dripping, he lay his huge framed body back down on mine and thanked me for Cuming to his rescue that day in the woods.

A few weeks later his cast was removed we’ve stayed close friends, oh hell no, Fuck Buddy's, we are, we still often go hiking back to that tower and enjoy our outdoor fucks, that we both wished we could have had that cold dark night.