Solo Back Packing Trip

Welcome to a new story. Completely fiction, one of my ultimate fantasies. If you are under 18, or easily offended by sex, leave. 

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Most of my life I have thought about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. For those that don't know, it's a trail from California/Mexico border that travels up to the Canadian border. The route passes through 25 national forests and 7 national parks, and hundreds of miles of trails with no one but your own thoughts. 

This trail takes roughly 5 months for the average hiker, and a cost of 4 to 10 grand, depending on how you travel, where you stay, and what help you need and what gear you think you need.

I've had a rough couple of years and thought this was the time to do it. So, I spent a few weeks planning and gathering provisions. Making sure I could do this.

Word started to spread around with my friends about my trip and there was definitely two separate thoughts on my trip...half were very excited and happy for me, and the other half who thought I would fail weeks into it and not make it out of the lower California desert.

I've been single for a while now, so I didn't have to worry about a significant other. No pets, no real job to stress about. 

I had been through a bad break up with my girlfriend of 5+ years. We dated through college off and on when I wasn't fucking or in some cases sucking some freshman. Didn't matter the gender to me. I always joked about how I was tri-sexual, I would TRY anything sexual.

Men or women, didn't matter to me if I was horny. I always considered myself to be an open spirit when it came to sex. Since a young age I've played for both sides as they say. 

Being "Bi" is just something that was natural to me. Sliding my cock in a woman's warm, soft, dripping wet pussy was just as normal as me sliding my cock in a frat boys tight asshole for the first time as he begs for it deeper and deeper. 

See, I'm not the hottest guy in the room, and I don't even have the biggest cock in the race, but I have confidence and no filter when I'm drunk and horny.  I really have no problem walking right up to someone, male or female and telling them I want to cum deep in them, or I want them to suck my cock.

When it came to sex, even as a younger teenager, I just wanted to cum, nothing more, nothing less.  I wasn't really a good partner, seeing how it was just about my satisfaction.      I didn't care about foreplay, I just want to cum.

It didn't matter if it was a solo performance, if i was with a girl or boy, I'm cumming in you and that's that. 

That was my mentality. I was always more of a top when it came to sex. I mean, I have no problem with someone eating my ass and shoving some fingers deep into me, tapping on my prostate to help me explode a load down your throat, or deep in you. But I've never really bottomed out for anyone. My ex pegged me a couple of times, and that was fine, felt wonderful and made me cum bucket loads, but It was just a means to her end if you get my drift...LOL

She wouldn't give me her ass until I gave her mine. Her thought was an ass for an ass. She really dod become a good anal slut after those playtimes.

Anyway, back to my packing and preparing. As I finalized my route, the realization of being alone, possibly for the next 5 months, was setting in. 

I have taken care of the apartment, my work, the car, the mail, payments, and bills that may come up...the time was now I guess. 

It was a beautiful April morning as I was getting ready for the next 5 months of my life. I was packed and waiting for my ride to the airport. 

Sitting in a dark apartment, waiting to leave for my journey my cock started to get hard, not sure why, but I knew it had to be dealt with and fast. I undid my belt, slid my hand in my shorts and released my stiffening rod.

I really like my cock, I'm not huge, about 6.5" inches fully hard, but a cum machine. Like, I cum a lot...I've had people tell me they have never been with someone who cums as much as me.

I started stroking my cock and dreaming about finding other hikers along the way to fuck and make swallow my loads. Fucking some stranger under the stars in the middle of nowhere was such a turn on. I started stroking harder and faster...so close. 

My cock is pulsating and I shoot rope after rope of cum in the floor...shit, I thought. I'm out of paper towels... LOL 

I cleaned up the floor, grabbed my stuff, locked the door and headed out to my waiting ride.

After a few days of traveling and an uneventful trip to the trailhead I was about to start on the PCT for the next 5 months or so. I was excited, nervous and ready. 

I was off. The first few days of the trip were very uneventful and quite. Beautiful scenery, very tranquil, kinda looks like the videos of Mars you see on the news. 

Finally, on the 4th day I came upon a trail refill station. Clean water, showers, a pit toilet, but mostly a place to relax and get rested. These check points are all throughout the trail. Some a lot more rustic than others. Some ibwas told to just skip all together. 

Upon approaching I noticed a tent, a couple of packs, and I could hear laughter and talking coming from the showers. I sat at the table relaxing and catching my breath. 

I could tell from the voices it was a couple of men in the shower. Then through the laughing and chatting I could hear the sounds of one man specifically as he moaned, deep guttural sound...if I didn't know better someone was getting fucked pretty hard. Then I realized, yeah. They are fucking. 

I could hear one of the men moaning and telling his partner..."fuck, fuck me", "deeper, my love" 

This was so hot. The bottom was moaning so loud, obviously they had no idea I was there. "Harder, harder, please"...I was getting so hard listening to them.

"Oh yes, there, harder"...I looked around the barron desert and decided I needed to cum.        I undid my shorts, grabbed a hold of my hardening cock and stroked with the rhythm of moans coming from the shower. 

The moaning in the shower was getting louder, I could tell the top was close. 

Then I heard one of the men..."right there, harder, I'm going to cum"..."Yes, Yes, FUCK, don't stop"

And for sure I didn't. I wasn't sure who was getting fucked, but I came with a 4 day load right there sitting outside, in the middle of nowhere  

"Take my cock slut" then a loud moan..."I'm cumming whore, take it"

I could hear both men moaning and breathing heavily...

I left just a drip of cum on my cock, it feels good. I pulled up my shorts, buckled up, kick some dirt over the puddle of cum I deposited and sat quietly as my entertainment finished their shower. 

"Oh, hello" one man said exiting the shower slightly giggling. "Bob, we have company" the one man said.

I stood up, extended my hand, "hey, I'm Dave." "I'm Doug, that's Bob in there finishing up. Sorry if we offended you" Doug said shaking my hand.

"No, not offended, sounded fun" I said with a giggle. 

Doug is a beautiful man I thought to myself. Very, Matt Damon looking but softer, and gayer....Yum, I thought. As the other man (Bob) came out of the shower.  

"I apologize if we embarrassed you at all, that little slut needed a good pounding, it's been a few days" Bob said. 

If Doug was Matt Damon, Bob was Ben Affleck - think Dogma. The Kevin Smith movie- these men were very tasty. 

"No apologies needed", I said, and continued "as I told Doug, it sounded amazing." 

Doug spoke, "Yeah, we've been out for a few days and we were getting ripe, I didn't want old lube and dried cum on me any more" Doug laughed. 

"Whatever whore, you'll keep my load in you for days if I want you to" Bob said.

Bob continued, "and I didn't get your name."

"I'm Dave," I replied.  

Both men had exited the shower stall for lack of a better word in just towels. 

Bob started drying himself off and I was blown away with the size, and girth of his soft cock. He was the size of a Monster energy drink can, soft...WOW.  He was probably 6' 5", 250. Well built, well taken care of. 

Doug who was drying off as well was a smaller man. 5' 5", 150. And a beautiful little ass, with a lovely cock swinging back and forth. 

Dougs cock was similar to mine from what I could see. Not large, not small, but very usable. Nice set of low hanging balls that I just couldn't stop looking at. 

"So where you from?" Bob asked while wiping down his body. He knew I was looking at both him and Doug as a meal. 

"LA" I said. "Just started the PCT the other day" I continued. 

"Awesome" continued Bob, "we are both from LA, this could be a fun treck".

Both men sat as naked as the day they were born as we chatted. And out of nowhere  "So you gay Dave" Doug asked.

I swallowed, and sure had a stunned look on my face..."bi" I spoke. Continuing  "I love pussy, but I will never turn down a tight bottom that knows how to squeeze my cock as I'm riding him"

"Yippy" Doug said with excitement in his voice. "Another top for me!!!" He continued. 

Bob laughed...

Doug continued, "awwww Bobby, just still my hole I guess, no strange for you" laughing. 

"Um, I'm going to shower now" I said standing up. "Is there at least warm water" I asked.

"Just my mouth" Doug spoke, we all laughed. 

Getting in the shower I couldn't stop thinking about those two fucking in here just moments ago. Bob's huge cock slamming into Doug's waiting ass. My cock was getting hard again.

I soaped up, washing everything very well not knowing when my next shower would be. 

I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and started stroking my cock once again. I was thinking about bending Doug over the table and fucking him out here in the open with Bob watching...I was in a trance. 

Washing, feeling the water on me, and a mouth on my cock!

I shook my head to loosen the cobwebs and looked down, there was Doug on his knees with my hardening cock in his mouth. He looked up at me smiling and kept sucking. As I got harder I realized Bob was standing there with his cock in his hand.

Huge, hard and stroking as Doug tried to swallow all my cock...and he did.

I grabbed Doug's head on each side and started skull fucking him. I was going balls deep and loving it. I was watching Bob stroke his tool and could tell he was getting close, as was i...Bob stepped closer and grabbed my neck pulling me to him, he kissed me deep, and hard...it was fucking hot. 

My cock pulsating I blew my load in Doug's waiting mouth and he swallowed it all down. Bob then came all over me at the same time i came in Doug. 

Shooting is load on my side, on Doug's face and down my leg...Doug shifted off my cock and started licking Bob's cum off me, it was unreal.

We all washed off a bit more and exited the shower. 

"Drinks and Dinner up next" Doug said as he was towling off again. 

"Yes, sounds good" I replied as I was drying off. 

As Bob walked past me towards their tent he stopped, grabbed my arm and shoved his tongue in my mouth again.  As he kissed me his finger played with my ass crack then my tight wanting hole...I shifted as he kissed me and moaned a bit kissing him harder. 

He noticed right away and applied a little pressure to my hole to break the seal...I was in heaven.  He released me, winked and walked to his tent. 

Doug followed, patted my ass as he walked by and whispered, "he wants inside you" he said with a smirk. "He wants to breed you, I can tell" and he to went to their tent as well. 

As I got in my tent to figure things out for my next part of the trip, my heart was racing.

I knew this was going to be a hot fucking night in more than one way. I also knew I was in for a serious night of fucking, but who was going to be getting fucked, and who was going to be doing the fucking? Bob seems to be a total top.

A masculine, dom top, and Doug his little slut. Where does that leave me? I mean, I have had fantasies about being split roasted, maybe this was the time. 

Bob's cock was huge though, could I possibly handle that in me?  As I said before, I've been pegged, but that plastic shecock was half Doug's size.

I just sat there thinking about all the nasty things I want them to do to me, and surprise I was getting hard again. 

WOW, I thought. I never get this hard, and never this many times so soon...am I really gay?

Not straight, or even Bi, but just gay...

Do I want cum dripping out of my stretched out asshole like a slut?

Did I want to be on my knees sucking Bob's cock and choking down his cum.

I laid my head down thinking I would rest for a bit and dosed off dreaming about Doug's monstrous cock. 

"Hello".....a tapping on my tent. "Hello Dave"

It was Doug's voice..."You up sleepy head" he continued. 

I realized it was dark outside. 

"How long have I been out?" I asked...

"About 5 hours, it's about 10 now." He said. 

Holy shit I thought. "I'll be out in a few, thanks for checking on me." I said. 

I had a list of things that needed to be done and I didn't do it. Not a good way to start out I thought to myself. 

I had passed out in my towel and lost it at some point. Lying there, in my warm tent, naked, cock stiffening. I really wanted to rub one out, but I thought I should go out, be social and who knows, maybe rub one out together, out there, all 3 of us...

what am I thinking?

I started to grab my shorts and decided at that moment to change my entire life. I tossed my shorts aside,  grabbed my boots and pulled them on making the decision to go out side completely naked except my boots.

Excepting everything that could possibly happen tonight...

Unzipping my tent I knew that once I went outside things would never be the same. 

To be continued...