The Body Remembers

“The word hiking I know, understand and willingly participate in, but when you say camping… Do you mean tent, sleeping mat and gas-canister cuisine?”

He chuckles. “Well, yes and no…”

“I know someone with a, facility, up on the eastern slopes” he states. “Its quite basic I believe, but apparently it’s got a roof, walls, solid floors and a rudimentary kitchen, so…”

“Bed?” I ask, slightly concerned. I like the outdoors, but am a city person at heart, who enjoys his creature comforts.

“I would assume it has something of that description… I’ve never actually been.“

“Oh…”

“It’s a bit of a trek getting there, and we’ll have to take all our food and necessities up with us, but the view is supposedly to die for…”

“If we don’t die trying to get there first” I find myself thinking, but instead ask a more practical question. “Are we driving there?”

“Well, yes and no…” comes the answer I feared, as his mouth pulls into a lop-sided smile, his hand rubbing his messy hair as I see his big greenish-brown eyes working out a plan to put me at ease.

“Think of it as a mini-expedition” he starts, as my face goes a little “oh no…”

“Wait - hear me out bud!” he laughs. “It’s a breathtakingly beautiful area nature-wise, very remote, with no one for miles. We can do exactly as we please. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise…” he smiles, his voice deep and calm, his eyes alive and fiery.

*****

And so, the following Thursday night, we pack everything we need for a long weekend away, and take the night-bus to god knows where, heading east through the darkness towards a rising sun in a few hours time.

Luckily the bus isn’t that busy, with a few folks dotted here and there, spread out along its narrow interior. We select a couple of seats midway in, sitting on one side, our backpacks and food bags resting in the seats opposite the aisle.

“How long is the ride exactly?” I ask.

“Um, we should get to Blisshill around 7, maybe 8 tomorrow morning, and then we take the little bus for another couple of hours.”

“The little bus?”

“Yeah” he chuckles, “it’s more like a wagon really. The last few miles are really narrow and steep with sharp turns that a normal bus just won’t manage - you’ll see.”

“Ah, ok…” I reply, and snuggle into has sheepskin coat. It’s spring time, and although daytime temperatures are nice and warm, night and mornings are still quite chilly.

At some point after passing a sign that said “Dankwood” I fall asleep, jiggling against the warmth of Josh as we carry on east. Every now and then I wake as the bus stops at places I’ve never heard of before, and passengers get off or on who I’ll probably never see again either.

So we pass through “Bushy Hollow”, “Welling”, “Hanker Spring” and “Splur”.

When we stop at “Randy’s Peak”, I realise Josh is no longer sitting next to me. I look around in the dark bus, but can’t see him, only able to make out the dark huddled silhouettes of a handful of other passengers sleeping slumped in their seats nearby.

Just then my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out staring at the glaring blue screen: “Text message: Josh-Ooowha!” I open it, my heart pounding. Did he get left behind somewhere? Is he stuck? Whats going on..?

“Hey bud, so horny after dreaming of games we could play, had to get up, try distract myself, but then got better idea… Look back.”

Still holding my phone, I turn around in my seat looking down the aisle, searching the dark interior for Josh.

Suddenly a blueish light appears at the end of the aisle, as I slowly make out a large figure in the dim light, sitting in the middle seat of the now-vacant back row, illuminating himself with his phone.

“What is he doing?” I think to myself, as my eyes adjust to low light.

He shifts forward in his seat, parting his jacket and revealing a topless, toned torso underneath, the light and shadow accentuating every muscular swell and groove of his chilled torso.

With the bus still shakily heading east, I feel my pulse shift from first into second gear. 

Next he carefully pulls and undoes the waist ties from his grey joggers, a substantial bulge lurking underneath.

Second into third gear.

Slowly, quietly his left thumb slides underneath the waistband, as he pushes in down, his beautifully thick and firm phallus becoming visible.

Third to fourth, hand gripping gear stick.

With his right hand he pulls out his hefty nut sack, letting it dangle over his waistband, full and heavy with spunk, as that thick dick starts reaching for the skies.

Fourth to fifth, giving gas.

Then he silently starts stroking his massive meat. I can’t quite make out his eyes, but I know they are locked intensely on mine, his mouth slightly agape, those luscious lips trembling.

Sixth gear, pedal to the metal, as I start hammering my dick that is hidden underneath my hoody, watching his every move, as he silently strokes seven meters to the back.

I can’t believe he is actually doing this, faithfully re-enacting a scene that is forever seared into my sexual memory as a young teen.

* * * *

School camping trip, bus full of boys. Early-developed Josh sitting middle seat, right in the back, shorts pushed down. Boys crowded around, nervously and excitedly watching as he confidently strokes his already man-sized veiny cock, egging him on. He leans forward, knees bent, dark hairs visible on his moist upper lip, lustfully hanging agape. With a low grunt, he shoots a small line of white down the aisle in the bus, splash landing in the isle in front of him, boys simultaneously cheering or squirming. It was the first time I’ve ever seen a guy ejaculate for real, never mind doing so hornily staring directly into my eyes while squirting. I remember, at that age, being equally repulsed and turned on, trying to hide my own stiff pecker. A visual I would never forget, and beat off to for years to come.

* * * *

It’s like watching a silent black and white porno, unearthed from the depths of our early teenage years, as I sit and jerk off, turned sideways in my seat, my eyes glued to his every movement.

In the dim blue light, I see him moving towards the edge of his seat, his heavy balls jiggling against his joggers, their shadow dancing on the fabric, while shadowy figures peacefully sleep around us.

I see him starting to rock his hips back and forth in rhythm with his stroking, as I can make out a vague glistening of his glans, simultaneously feeling my own fingers becoming moist with desire.

Discreetly he leans forward, his parted jacket revealing his twitching and flexing chest muscles, as he inconspicuously as possible rubs himself to climax in a bus full of sleepers, his abs sensually contracting and releasing with every heart-racing breath.

It’s completely silent, only the rattlings of the road filling the carriage, as I see him lift slightly, his hand forcing his shiny shaft forward and with a soundless spasm he sends his creamy load flying through the blueish illumination. 

With slow, measured hand slides I see him shoot out one, two spunky streaks splash landing in the isle, before I soil the inside of my hoody with my own sticky explosion, my eyes silently rolling back into my skull, as memory, fantasy and reality collides ecstatically somewhere on the road between “Capstone” and “Apogee”.

“You sure know which buttons to push…” I whisper, as a few moments later, Josh slides back into his seat next to me, smiling his lop-sided smile, his pupils dilated with pheromone release.

“Did you cum too?” he whispers excitedly, still a little out of breath.

“Uh-huh” I reply softly, bringing my semen soaked hand up to his beaming face.

Not saying a word, his tongue cleans up my spillage, finding sperm jelly between my fingers, his warm lips slurping creamy flows down the back of my hand.

“I hope you saved me some, too…” I whisper, as he finished sucking on my digits.

“You didn’t think I would forget about my bud…” he smiles, as he smears his huge, sloppy hand purposefully across my expectant, open mouth, his sticky fingers crawling inside me, my tongue lapping at the salty-sweetness.

* * * *

When I wake again, it is already light, the horizon glowing orange, my mouth still deliciously tasting of Josh’s juice from earlier.

“Morning handsome” I hear a deep, calm voice say, as I lift my head from where it was nestled underneath his protective arm.

“Hey…” I answer, squinting my eyes. “Where are we?”

“In a bus, I believe…” he answers, blankly.

I turn my head, and give him a what-da-fuck look.

“Sorry” he chuckles, “I’ve been awake for a while already. Um… I think we’re about 30min away from Blisshill. That’s where we take the little bus…”

“Right. So not far to go then?”

“Well, yes and no…”

“I was afraid you might say that” I interrupt.

“…still a bit of a walk at the end to the, er… overnight facility. Croissant?”

“Croissant?!” I ask with surprise.

“Yeah, still warm! I got these at the last stop before you woke up. Oh, and coffee.”

“Jesus, how’d you manage that?!”

“Well, the driver quickly popped into this little shop across the road, and came out with these croissant-like pastry things, so I asked him if there’s time for me to quickly get some too. Seeing as we were slightly ahead of schedule, he didn’t see why not, so waited for me. Nice, huh?”

“Ah ok, yeah, I guess… And I was asleep through all of this?”

“Pretty much. Maybe my jizz has sleep inducing qualities” he chuckles, handing me a coffee in a take-out cup.

“Maybe…” I say, carefully taking a sip.

“Oh, forgot to say - it’s instant though…” he grins, as I swallow down an undefinable, coffee-like water, trying not to pull a face.

* * * *

Warming up in the early morning sun, we wait at a small stop that reads “Blishill” surrounded only by a couple of trees, hills and the mountains beyond, waiting for the E563, also known as the little bus.

In the thirty minutes we wait, we see one car pass by, the driver almost as surprised as we are to see someone else.

When the E563 finally comes round the bend, it is exactly as Josh described it: more like a wagon, with space for eight, maybe ten folks, and a chatty driver with a well-worn dark grey sailor hat.

“I say, morning! New faces. That’s good. So, where you two boys heading?” he asks as we step on board.

“Morning. Up to Mistyview please sir” Josh replies politely.

“Mistyview, eh? Okey dokey. You boys know there ain’t nothing up there, right? It’s just a stop…”

“Yeah, we know, thanks. Got everything we need right here!” he chuckles, gesturing towards our ample luggage.

“Right… Okey dokey. Jus’ checking…” he replies, in a slightly shrugging, but still jolly manner, handing us our tickets.

After parking ourselves and our bags safely, the little bus takes off again in a cloud of grey smoke, the road winding through the hills and slowly climbing higher into mountainous territory.

Only one other passenger are with us on the E562: Doris, an elderly lady with a shopping basket full of goodies from the Farmers Market in Gaper’s Gap, paid bill receipts from the post office and some pink thread to fix a tear in one of her her living room cushions that got eaten by her dog Mitch, a bull terrier / Jack Russel mix. Apparently he’s been having really bad tummy issues lately, and has been taking out his poop-anxiety on her furniture. But her friend Tammy, who lives with her blind husband Toni, who used to be an optometrist of all things before the accident, says she needs to give Mitch some pounded Grey Ticklebush leaves mixed with whiskey, as that works for almost anything…

We are quite relieved to find out that chatterbox Doris gets off at the next stop, Lonelake, as she shares an awful lot, awfully quickly.

After waving goodbye to Doris, sailor cap driver says into the rear view mirror, “Don’t mind Doris, she jus’ needs some company really. Been living alone for decades up here…” before looking arounds suspiciously, as if there might be other people around he hasn’t noticed yet, then adding, “If you ask me, she jus need a good oomph up the ooh-ah to shut her up, if you know whadda mean…” then sniggering lasciviously.

“You reckon?” Josh asks, trying not to laugh and not really knowing how else to respond.

“Ah whaddaya kids know these days anyways. You two probably still believe in love. Haven’t even had proper girlfriends yet by the look of things, still wet behind the ears…”

“I’ve had a proper girlfriend before, but he hasn’t” Josh jokes, as I elbow him in the ribs.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… All the same to me…” he snorts, eyes fixed on the road.

“You fucker” I whisper to Josh, clearly still amused by his own joke. “Actually, I can’t wait for you to give me a good oomph up the ooh-ah again” I add softly, as we both silently chuckle in our seats, our shoulders shaking, Josh’s hand grabbing my thigh behind the seat.

“Right, this is Mistyview boys…” sailor hat finally announces after snaking along the edge cliff road for a good hour, maybe more.

“Thank you Mister, have good day now” Josh says as we get off, giving his best skewed grin.

“Thanks young man. You and your, um brother enjoy your stay now, you hear?”

“Err, thanks…” is all I can muster, trying not to laugh, as I step out into the bright sunlight. “Dear lord, what a character…” I say to Josh as the empty E562 disappears around the next bend.

He chuckles. “It must be something in the water up here… Come on, let get going bud” he says, starting to gather our things together.

Once all loaded, backpacks on, bags in hands, I ask the inevitable “Do you know where we’re going, handsome?”

“Well, yes and no…” he answers nonchalantly, as I simply raise my eyebrows in another “dear lord” expression.

There is supposed to be a path here somewhere. My friend’s instructions said to walk back along the main road for about fifteen meters, then there should be a footpath to the left marked “CC”. Let’s see…” he mumbles, as he start walking back, his broad shoulders spread wide, his arms bulging under the weight of food bags, his bubble butt bobbing down the road.

“Ah, voila - found it!” he calls after a while, gesturing with big, excitable eyes. “Here it is… Come on bud, not long now.”

* * * *

The narrow footpath winds uphill, as we steadily climb upwards, passing first through open shrubbery, that eventually becomes more wooded, and finally into he shade of high trees as we enter forest-like woods with lots of ferns and moss-covered boulders on the ground.

After about 30 minutes, we see a clearing up ahead, as bright light starts pouring through the tree canopy - the proverbial light at the end of the dark tunnel. A small pile of mossy stones greet us, just before we exit the shadows. It reads: “Casa Concubitus”

“Here we are bud” he says, turning his head and winking at me over his shoulder, sweat dripping of his heavy brows, “we made it.”

“Pfffoooof… That was quite a trek” I puff, thinking to myself that this better be a casa worth a whole day’s travel.

Josh walks on, slowly sinking into the rocky clearing ahead, as he ascends what must be steps leading to said casa.

“Oh sweet. Phweeee-eeet! Hey bud! You have to see this!” he whistles at me, out of sight. “Come have a look!”

I pick up the bags again and make my way down the stone steps. As I take the last turn, and step out behind a large boulder, the landscape opens up, as the view stretches over the trees and into the distance, mountains and blue sky framing a stone dwelling sitting on a cliff edge.

“Oh wow…” I sigh, as Josh grins his lop-sided smile and walks over to me.

“Not bad, huh bud?” he replies, his eyes locked onto mine, as he leans in for a warm, sweaty kiss. 

“Not bad. Not bad at aaaalll…” I sigh, as his plumps lips gently sucks my lower lip as he pulls away again, a naughty twinkle in his eyes that I know so well.

“Best part is” he continues, “that we’re completely alone…” 

His huge arms curling around my back, his strong hands gripping my butt and pulling me closer into him, our bulges squishing softy against each other. 

“…and we can do whatever we want…” he continues, his nose sensually circling mine, his eyes saying “let’s rub willies”, juts like they used to when we hid in their garden shed as young boys.

His hands firmly massaging my butt meat, his growing cock hotly pushing against mine, his soft joggers allowing me maximum feel of his thickness, as he starts slowly rocking his hips from side to side, making my pulse accelerate as our dicks erotically roll and slide past each other.

“Hmmm…” I moan, feeling my dick lift, blood rushing south, filling me out, our stubble bristling, warm breath on my face.

“Phwuuuuuuurrrrrrggggghhhhhhh…”

He pulls his face away, his bushy brows scrunched down onto his narrowing eyes.

“Is that your stomach” he asks, his hands still kneading my ass like bread dough, causing my roll to rise even further.

“Um, probably…” I reply with slight embarrassment.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry bud, I’m starving too… Maybe we save this game for later, get our stuff inside and knock up something to eat. We’ll need the energy…” he winks, as I begrudgingly allow his bulging pouch to withdraw from mine.

“Sure…” I reply, biting my lower lip as he turns towards the casa, sliding my hand into my briefs, pushing my hungry hot-o-meter back down into the safety of its tight pouch.

* * * *

The casa turned out to be less facility and more cosy stone cabin, with a rustic open kitchen / sitting / sleeping space and a large open veranda looking out over the tree tops towards the mountains.

Josh whipped up a quick pasta carbonara, which we wolfed down on the veranda, helped down with beers he ingeniously chilled in a matter of minutes in the icy cold stream passing through behind the cottage.

Stomachs full and bodies tired, we end up napping the afternoon away, Josh spooning me, holding me tightly in his bodily warmth, his muscly arms curled around me like a spider cocooning its prey, and his junk up against my trunk making for a most comfortable eye-rest, if slightly arousing sleep.

When I wake up, he is outside chopping wood for the fire. I sit up and bed, and squint at the glowing golden orange scene outside. With dusk drawing in, mist magically start rising up the valley, ciphering up between the trees, the cabin like a floating island in the sky, the setting sun colouring the mist bank in warm hues. 

With beautiful clear skies, the temperature up here is bound to drop significantly, so I’m happy someone is thinking ahead, although he definitely looks hot at the moment.

I watch as he carefully places a piece of wood on a large log cross-section, before lifting the axe up high, then with impressive precision slam it back down, halving the smaller piece with a loud “twack!”. How manly, I think.

After the fifth piece, hot Josh is pretty much boiling and, to my delight, takes off his shirt. From the bed I watch in slow motion as he unbuttons, flips open, and lets the sweaty shirt slide off, revealing golden caramel shoulders and bulging triceps… He shoves the shirt into his waistband at the back, before those muscular arms lift up again and whack down satisfyingly with another loud “twack!”.

I sigh out aloud. So sexy. With every movement, a different olive-toned muscle moves, flexes, twists or contracts. It’s a thing of masculine beauty that I could easily watch on loop for hours. 

“I wouldn’t mind that wondrous fleshy wood of his splitting me in half…” I think out aloud, as another loud “twack!” echoes through the valley, sweat dripping down the vertical channel on his muscly back, a dew drop simultaneously slipping out my slit.

Instead I get up and rummage through our food supplies, looking what we could have for dinner, as outdoor man comes indoors with his chopped goods and starts stoking the indoor fireplace.

We end up having fire roasted potatoes, smoked trout, and an impromptu apple and celeriac salat. Afterwards we make ourselves comfortable on sheepskins in front of the fire sipping whiskey, the golden glow of the fire dancing on our skins, and glowing in our eyes.

“This is nice, no?” asks Josh, as I get comfortable against his sturdy legs.

“I have to say, I was skeptical at first, but you did good mister…” I smile.

“Phew!” he jokes. “I can sleep well tonight then…”

“You can thank the whiskey later…” I add.

“Remember that time we were in your cellar?” he asks, taking another sip of amber.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, handsome - we were in there, up to no good, all the time” I chuckle.

“Good point…” he concedes. “Lemme try again. Remember that time we were in your cellar and almost burned it down?”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” I laugh. “How did that happen anyway?”

“Well…” he starts, “we wanted to go camping by ourselves, but our parents said we were too young to go unsupervised… We must have been six years old at the time, maybe 7.”

“Right…”

“So I suggested we go camping in your cellar, because there we could be alone, it would be dark and we would pretend to stay overnight…”

“Sure…”

“So we set up a tent in there, we got marshmallows and we took our clothes off…”

“Of course” I chuckle, taking another sip of whiskey. 

“But we did somehow manage to get our grubby paws on a candle and a box of matches…”

As I sit staring into the fire, it all slowly comes back to me.

“Oh yeeaaah…” I say, my eyes widening and my eyebrows lifting. I look over at Josh who is grinning from ear to ear, as he knows what I’m now recalling, his naughty eyes dancing in the flickering light, not dissimilar to the memory that is pinging in my brain.

“We made holes in the marshmallows… and pushed it onto our peckers…” I say with a mixture of shock and delight.

“…and held them over the candle to roast them!” he finishes my sentence, breaking out into a low, deep chuckle, making me wobble with him.

“Jesus, and then we ate them off each other’s little dicks…”

“We sure did!” he laughs.

“How did we not get burnt?!” I ask.

“We did a few times. The last layer was always a huge gamble!”

“But then you mother tried opening the cellar door, and we got dressed in such chaotic fashion, we knocked the candle over setting the pile of newspapers alight.”

“I got into so much trouble for that!” I laugh. “Thank god my mother didn’t know what sordid games we were actually playing in there…”

“But it was totally worth it, those were some of the best marshmallows I ever had!” he winks.

“Hmmm yeah, especially sucking off layer after layer, your boy dick stiff as a stick…” I sigh.

“The last layer was always best…” he whispers. “Feeling your soft lips graze my wiener… Urgh, it felt so good…” he says, his voice full of desire, his eyes drunk with lust.

“Fuck yeah… still feels good, my lips running along your soft dick skin…” I reply, also getting very aroused by our indecent younger tales.

I turn around, look him up and down, shadow and light playing across his strapping figure. “Let me remind myself…” I say, as I start pulling up his shirt, revealing those gently knotted abs, a trickle of dark hair flowing through its central valley.

“But we didn’t bring any marshmallows…” he remarks, his voice halfly joking, halfly seriously concerned.

“Doesn’t matter…” I reply softly, returning his naughty stare. “I’m sure I can find something else, somewhere, to wrap my lips around…” 

His own lips part, his mouth slightly agape, as I pull his shirt higher up, his defined chest looking extra pumped in the flickering orange light. 

“Like these, for example…” I state lasciviously, eyeing those delectable round nipples of his, fine dark hairs like sunbeams around the perimeter.

My hands resting on his sturdy abs, I lean down towards his chest, as if doing a push-up, my nose sniffing his caramel skin, taking in his salty, musky scent, his hand lovingly rubbing my hair.

I move over to his left pec, admiring it’s golden swell. With my tongue, I tease the ray-like hairs, eventually slurping them into my lips and gently pulling on it, Josh breathing heavily onto my forehead.

After releasing the hairs from my sift grip, they stand up straight, the ends stuck together with my spit. 

My tongue finds his nipple, as I trace around his areola with my wet tip, listening to his breathing intensifying, feeling his pulse quickening and watching his tiny terracotta-coloured marshmallow contract and stand erect, almost doubling in size and height. And suckability.

“Aaargh yeah…” he whispers as I start flicking it with my tongue, my own hardness also increasing dramatically.

With my other hand tweaking his right one, I start sucking in his deliciously raised flesh bullets, sealing my lips against his breast meat, inhaling his salty, woody  sweetness.

“Urgh bud… You’re making me so wet…” he slurs, his hand groping the massive sausage rising in his pants, a moist spot visible on the fabric.

“My turn” he demands, his huge hand pushing me away from his chest and onto my back, as I recline into the soft sheepskin underneath. 

In a flash my top is flung on the floor and my sweats fly off my ankles, my dick bouncing upright, its one eye looking tearfully at me.

Similarly quick, Josh slides out if his garments too, before moving towards me on all fours like a stalking panther, his eyes fixed on their prey, heavy upright meat swaying tantalisingly between his defined thighs.

Without breaking eye contact with me once, he sucks on my big toe, his tongue then sliding along my hairy calves, all the way up the side of my thigh, over my obliques, all the way to my by-now monumental nipple stand, where he moistly attaches his plump lips.

Sucking hard, he uses my nipple as pivot point, moving his body round, his chest moving over my face, as I try and catch his juicy nips with my tongue as they glide past.

Releasing his sucker, he starts crawling over me, aiming for my twitching cock that is now also looking directly at him, like a pointing finger, gesturing for him to come closer.

I see his muscly torso flow overhead, like an aeroplane over an airfield, feeling his body heat radiating down onto me.

As his open mouth reaches my swollen wet tip, he sucks my shaft into his warm, squishy mouth, as his groin hovers suggestively over my face.

Savouring the taste of my meat, he lowers his body down closer to me, his big juicy balls coming to rest on my face, a heavy nut warmly settling in each eye socket, blinding me with their moist muskiness. Meanwhile his thick shaft lies heavily against my nose, his viscous desire seeping out the end, dripping down my neck, arousing me even further, if that’s possible.

“Argh fuck yeah…” I moan. “Eat my marschmallow…” I demand, like blind man at a bonfire orgy.

“Shlurp, shlop, shlurp, slip, shlurp” goes Josh’s lips around my swollen meat-sickle, his tongue vigorously polishing my helmet to a high-gloss shine.

“Urgh, argh yeah” I moan, grabbing his hips and lifting them higher above my face, so I can tilt my head back.

“A bit more, yeah… almost… bit higher…” I pant. “Ok, now. Fuck my face, sink it” I order, mouth open and ready, Josh’s girthy bulldozer dangling perfectly overhead.

“Aaaaah…” he moans, as his thick shaft makes contact with my wet warmth and starts sinking down my throat.

“Shlurp, shlop, urgh, shlurp, argh, slip, shlurp, shlop…”

For what feels like ages, we lie there chewing cud, linked dick to mouth, 69’ing each other sensually, savouring every drip, every smell, every dribble, every slick glide of skin on skin, working up a burning of our own, meters away from the fire.

As I feel my flame igniting, I start rocking my hips more into him, my slick dick sliding in and out of his slobbering mouth with more urgency.

“Shlurp-shlop-shlurp-shlop-schlurp-shlop…”

He responds by spreading his legs wider, his groin lowering down onto me completely, his shaft sinking all the way in, his helmet head inspecting my larynx, as he fucks my face, balls deep, sperm tanks sweatily wobbling in my eye sockets, his thick digger searching for creamy gold.

I’m completely stuffed, struggling to breath through my nose with his considerable weight on my face, but it aids the rush, feeling all this warm skin of his tackily clinging to me. 

I can feel it coming, it’s moving quickly, my sack tightens, my legs strain and my abs crunch, as I feel the release of cum rushing out my slit in rapid successions, an intensely pleasurable burning sensation exploding in my kindergarten buddies mouth.

“Oooaaarghhhhhhh, ooorgh, ooorgh” I gag, emptying my nuts into him, Josh swallowing my sticky swimmers like a man found crawling in the desert for days, sucking me completely dry.

My load rushing into his mouth sets him off too, as he forcibly ploughs my throat with his big bruiser, coating its magenta walls in creamy sweet-salty goo, almost making me choke.

Sensing my slight panic, he pulls out, letting me breathe, but squirts the final bits of his molten fuck wax all over me, caking my jaw like a candle holder after a long night of flame.

“Aaaargh, aaargh, aargh… Aargh… Aargh…” he huffs, blobs of my jizz dribbling out of his open mouth. “Fuuuuck….” he pants, “shlurp, aaah… Ooof… Oh my god…”

“Uh-huh…” I agree, not yet capable of speech, my eyes glazed over, my face a creamy smiling mess.

Josh saddles up next to me, his spent sausage flopping clammily onto my leg, dribbling onto my thigh. His hand resting on my pounding heart, dilated pupils the size of marbles, he kisses me deeply, our stubble rasping, bits of cum squish between our tongues, my hand in his hair, exhausted but relieved and high as a kites.

* * * *

The next day we wake at sunrise, glug down a coffee, grab a few essentials and set out on a scenic, early morning hike.

From the casa, we take a footpath downhill, entering the tree canopy again, before steeply descending onto the dark forest floor.

The sun pokes through in bright patches on the green undergrowth, while birds twitter and water trickle, me walking behind my burly man, hypnotised by the sight of his flexing calves, his thighs bulging, and his bubble butt bouncing against the fabric of his shorts. I can’t help but sigh aloud, thinking lady luck really is looking after me.

“Ok back there bud?” come a deep, calm voice I’ve grown to love (and can’t imagine a day without), as he peeks over his shoulder, flashing me his lop-sided smile.

“Perfect” I answer, “it was a happy sigh.”

“Good” he smiles, “then I’m happy too.”

Walking along a valley at first, we pass huge moss-covered boulders the size of cars, seemingly plonked down in and along the crystal clear stream. We also marvel at tall tree ferns, reaching up to the light, as well as a whole colony of lady slipper orchids, glowing brightly in the dappled sunlight. 

At some point we start rising out of the valley, and reach a sort of raise plateau - not quite down by the water anymore, but not quite out the valley either. Finding a sunny patch, we decide to take a break and replenish some much needed energy.

Out comes a bag of nuts, some bananas and left over bread from the day before.

“What are those..?” I ask, pointing to a small paper bag with what looks like small purple-ish berries..

His liscious lips locked around his water bottle, Josh plugs down almost half a literr before replying.

“Aaah…” he exhales, taking a deep breath, his face all sweaty but no less sexy. “Oh those? They’re bottle berries.”

“Bottle berries?” I ask, staring them down.

“Yeah. I found them growing at the casa yesterday, thought we should try them.”

“Are they edible?” I retort.

“Well, yes and no…” he answers, as I roll my eyes.

“One’s supposed to cure them in salt, or sugar, something salty-sweet, I can’t remember exactly, but I’m sure we can eat them as they are too…”

“Have you tried it?”

“Nope…” he smiles, as he his bulky arms cross his solid torso, pulling his vest up as he wiggles out of the soaked garment, before adding “…not yet.”

I forget what were talking about, as Im totally distracted by the golden greek god suddenly here in my mists… 

Shiny, perspirated skin moulded over athletic limbs, a sprinkling of dark hair tantalisingly trickling into his sweaty shorts. I swallow hard, my eyes coming to a rest on his juicy bulge.

“Shall we try?” he asks.

“Try what..?” I reply, my mouth practically drooling.

“The berries, sweets!” he says with a chuckle and a naughty wink.

“Right, yes…”

About the size of a pine nut with a shiny dark purple, almost black skin, we each take one and chew down.

“Oh my god, no!” I spew, spitting it out, looking at Josh’s face contorting comically in agreement.

“Nope… It definitely need a salty-sweet cure” he chuckles, before his eyes naughtily lock on mine, they way they used to when we were young boys and we wanted to rub our willies together.

“What…?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously, as he yanks down his shorts, and grabs his thick, floppy sausage.

I watch transfixed, as he lifts it in his hand and slowly pulls back his foreskin, only to plonk a dark berry on his helmet and flip his hoodie forward again, a raised bump hiding under a soft skin blanket.

“Try it now…” he chuckles, shuffling towards me, his newly modified cock bouncing lazily side to side, “I can bet you it’ll taste much better…”

I look down at his inviting dick, begging for a tasting. 

Taking it in my hand I heel its weight, its warmth, marvel how such a beautiful soft appendage can become a weapon of (m)ass destruction. “Let’s ssseeee…” I slur, bringing it up to my mouth, hesitating a moment before licking my lips and taking it gently into my mouth, my tongue rolling around it, worming it’s way inside his slippery foreskin, tasting his sweet, purple… “Uuergh! No, sorry, pfffhhh!!”, purple spit splashing on the ground. 

He laughs a deep belly laugh, his abs contracting and releasing. “Still no good, huh?!”

Taking his thick dangler in hand again, he pulls back his flesh blanket, flicks off the offending berry, and wipes his helmet clean with a saliva’d thumb. “Oh well, we tried…” he laughs.

“Hmmf” I grunt, wiping my mouth and rinsing it out with water. 

* * * *

After quite a walk, we come into a clearing where a massive tree has toppled over, Josh comes to a halt.

“I need to water the beddings” he says, turning sideways, before pulling out his bio hose pipe.

I chuckle. “Me too, actually” I reply, following suite. “Come to think of it, I haven’t watered in ages…”

We stand side by side, cocks out, pissing into the same puddle, same way we used to pee together into the toilet as toddlers, but now with added volume, and foam.

I watch his penis with fascination from the side. It really is a gentle giant: The same gorgeous olive complexion, same thickness all the way through, bar the raised helmet ridge. Foreskin covering three-quarters of his glans, piss slit long but neat. 

Completely soft and floppy, yet the size of a toilet roll inner, and about as long. It looks exactly how I remember it as a young boy, now just bigger and better.

He seams to read my thoughts. 

“I just love your sexy dick…” he says, his eyes fixed on mine.

“It’s just so perfect… Smooth, solid. Not to thin, not to thick, taste absolutely delicious… And it is attached to a real keeper…” 

As the last words leave his lips he surprises even himself, as he blushes and turns a little shy, looking down, squeezing down the length of his wobbly shaft.

“Um… You know what I mean bud… Anyways…” he stumbles, shaking the last few drops off his delectably dangling dick.

My shorts hanging around my ankles, I hop closer. “Kiss me Josh.”

His big eyes shoots up and burns into mine, as we lean into each other and our lips lock passionately, hands all over each other, last bit of piss dribbling down my leg.

With our tongues wetly wrestling, and our noses shoving impatiently past each other, blood inevitably rushes south, as I feel his meaty shaft nudging my hardening cock in a contest of who can get there first.

Instinctively, our hands quickly find each other’s rapidly expanding goods, as we urgently start stroking and choking them, their throbbing fullness spurring us on.

A light breeze ruffles the leaves in the trees, a few clouds drifting by. In the distance a woodpecker hammering, over there a tit twirping in a bush, high-pitched clicks and squeaks of insects in the undergrowth, the urgent, lusty sound of two men in heat, grunting and moaning. 

“Argh yeah, urgh… tweee-eeep! ooooooooph argh… tik-tik-tik..  hmmm… fuck… trrrrrrrrrk-trrrrk…. uuurgh…” goes the sounds in the garden of earthly delights.

* * * *

“Like a wise man once said, I think I need a good oomph up the ooh-ah right about now…” I slur straight-faced, as Josh’s big hand glides down my back and into my crack.

“Yeah? Right here, right now?” he asks, close to my face, his mouth lustfully hanging agape, his finger searching out my hole.

“Fuck yeah” I reply, spitting into his open mouth, “give it to me big man.”

“Yeah bud? You want it bad?” he whispers, eyes aglow. 

I smile and nod, our eyes still locked, knowing Josh knows exactly what I mean, what I need, our cocks hard enough to cut glass.

He steps out of his shorts, his muscular thighs flexing, as he flicks it to the side with his foot. “Lift your arms” he orders, as he starts pulling up my sweaty t-shirt. 

As it covers my face, he stops, twisting his hand and tightening his grip on the fabric with a clenched fist, keeping my arms in the air, as I feel his breath on my chest, then my side, before his nose sniffs around my moist, hairy pits.

When his wet tongue teases the hairs, I let out a deep moan, electric currents racing through my body, breathing heavily into the clingy fabric, smelling my own stink.

With patient broad strokes his tongue laps my warm hollows, the hair coated in spit, glued flat to my skin. “Oooh yeah…” he slurs, as I hear him lick his plumps lips, savouring my taste and scent, like a search dog locked on his target’s profile.

He turns me around with a twist if his wrist, as I feel the heat of his oozing meat sliding past my butt.

Pulling my wrapped head back to his, he whispers breathily in my ear. “Let’s start opening this hungry ooh-ah of yours then…” his huge hand running down my side, and onto my lower back.

“Walk forward, about 10 steps…” he orders, his hand gently pushing me in the right direction. 

“One more… A little more… Stop” he directs, as he whips my shirt of my head. My sight back, I see that we’re standing close to a ridge, fallen log in front of us, stretching out in front of us a view over the trees to the majestic mountains. 

I take in the breathtaking sight, as Josh starts firmly massaging my ass meat in his hands, admiring his view of my two hills and inviting clammy valley.

“Leg up” he orders, as he lowers down onto his knees behind me, his ticking cock curving slightly upwards, his foreskin rolling back slightly, revealing his plump helmet, glistening with dew in the sunlight.

Raising my left leg onto the mossy log, I feel him praying my ass open, his fingers pulling at my dough, revealing my blinking hole before sensually blowing onto it, making me moan with anticipation.

“Uurgh… Ooof… Mmm… I dunno… Uuuurgh… if it because we’re ooof… playing dirty in nature, but aargh fuck, I’m so horny right now …” I gasp, Josh’s chuckle causing little blowing sensations making my back door rattle with joy.

“Me too bud” he replies, “look…”

His soaked hand comes round my face, pre-cum hanging in viscous strands between his fingers, glistening like thick spiderwebs after rains.

“Gimme” I say, his hand coming closer, his fingers wiping his clear ooze across my lips, my tongue lapping at it, spit running down his palm, leaving snail trails all over my stubble.

This excretion smoothie makes its way back into my quivering crack, as he sensually smears his hand up and down, coating me in our natural lube.

Pulling me wider, a wet finger slips inside. “Urgh, yeah… Oooph…” I grunt, as he starts slowly sliding it back and forth. Next he starts rotating it, stretching my sphincter, curling in ever wider rotations, before spitting loudly into it a couple of times, his hot saliva shots not unlike a jizz-apéritif. I’m practically salivating at the thought.

“I’m going in…” he whispers from behind, his left hand gripping under my thigh, and with his right on my back, pushing me forward. I feel his bulky bruiser make contact with my back entrance, its warm wet tip opening my door, making me gasp.

The sound of our heavy breathing competes with the noises of birds and the bees, as Josh steadies himself, and gets ready to breed the fuck out of me.

Slowly, steadily he starts pushing in. It hurts like hell, but I don’t care, we’re so fired up, and we’re going to hell anyway, so why not start burning now?

“Aahwha-oooooh…”

“Too quick?” he asks, keeping completely still.

“Well, urgh… yes and no…” I answer, making him chuckle, his hard cock wobbling in my doorway. 

“I want it so bad, just rip me apart argh… it’ll be worth it in the end urgh” I grunt, as he nudges another inch deeper.

“Oh man, you’re turning me on so much, I’m like a dog in heat…” he slurs, another inch painfully disappearing.

“Right-on big man” I huff, “make me bark…” as his thick shaft fills out eight and a half inches of me.

He pulls my torso back up towards him, flicking my left leg higher and shoving his arm underneath, me bent knee jigsawing into his bent elbow, splaying me open even further. 

“Woof-woof…” he whispers in my ear, and starts sliding his meaty pole in and out of my tight meaty clench, humping like canines in heat out under a now clear blue sky.

It’s frenzied, urgent fucking, both of us desperate for our creamy, sticky reward hidden inside our greasy bones.

“Urgh, argh, urgh… oooph, argh, argh, uuurgh, yeah…uh, uh, argh…”

Josh is pummelling me like a man possessed, his firm butt clenching and releasing so rapidly, I’m surprised he doesn’t go into spasm.

Me on the other hand, I’m spasming to my heart’s content, Josh’s heroic effort sending me sprinting towards the finish line. What a champ, I think.

While my kindergarten buddy turned love interest is hammering seven shades of shit out of me, a few things run through my head. Some things I’ve known since childhood, some things I forgot, some thing I’ve newly discovered:

He is naughty as hell, always has been. He is kind, caring and extremely blessed. He doesn’t have a bad bone in his body. And what a body. He can be surprisingly shy and retiring for such a hottie. He knows how to make me feel things. He can go as long as he needs to, but can come at the drop of a hat. He also loves throwing a curveball.

“Uh, uh, uh, yeah… uh yeah… I’m almost there big man… uh yeah…”

And just as I’m going from running the curve into the home straight, he throws a curveball.

He pulls that massive meat of his, glistening and flushed red, completely out of my stretched hole, leaving it shaped in a perfectly round “O”, gasping for air, as I look over my shoulder in surprise. He grins at me, then plunges back in all the way, secretions leaking out the rim and running down my perineum. 

“Ah fuck… ooh, Jesus” I swear, as he sinks it again, pulls out, and sinks again, continuing until I can’t take it anymore, before ramming it in balls deep, blissfully filling me up completely again and sensually pumping me towards a messy delight, his heavy testes swinging like a pendulum underneath.

“Ah fuck, urgh, fuck uurgh, uurgh… I’m gonna nut..!” I call out.

“Push it back...” he huffs, “all the way. I wanna see you squirt…!” as I force my throbbing cock due south, stroking it downwards, towards the ground. 

“Yeah, that’s it… Spill your guts… Squirt for me… Fuck, yeah…” he grunts, pummelling into me.

“I’m coming… I’m coming, I’m… Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhh!!!” 

Ropes of creamy fluid comes rushing out my slit, splashing onto the innocent moss below, covering their fine greenery with lashings of blobby fertiliser.

On cue, Josh pulls out out of my sloppy hole and shoots his load all over my gaping ass, his hot fuck juice flowing over my butt cheeks and dripping down my scrotum, a warm sticky sensation, as I hear him pant behind me. 

He plunges his puking prick right back in to empty the last few spurts inside me with a succession of deep moans, his nuts quivering.

“Aaaaahh…. aaaahh... oooph... aargh… phuuuuh….” he pants, massaging my jizz-covered ass meat in his hands, kissing the back of my neck, his cherubic nose nestled in my hair, eyes closed.

Still impaled in me, he gently lets down my leg from his arm, his arms curling instead around my neck from behind, his hands gliding across my pecs and coming to rest in my armpits, as he hold me tight, feeling each other’s heartbeats vibrate through our bodies, a mixture of sweat and semen running down our legs.

“Oh my god, Josh” I say, after catching my breath. “I don’t think I’ve been fucked like that, since… Well… Since the last time I saw you, actually…” 

I feel his mouth pull into his lob-side smile behind my head. “To quote Peaches:” I continue, “Hurt so good I gotta sore-gasm.” He chuckles at this, the shaking making his deflating dick slowly slide out my numb hole.

“Whoop… And out it comes, apparently” he laughs, as I feel my passage suddenly hollow, open and airy. 

“Oh… And something warm and gooey too, it seems…” he adds.

I freeze, my eyes widening, as I realise I must be leaking down where I can’t clench at the moment. I wriggle out of his grip, and turn around to survey the damage. 

“Christ, sorry Josh…” I whisper, turning bright red, not able to look him in the eye, staring at his filthy crotch.

“Don’t worry bud - shit happens…” he chuckles, seemingly not fussed. “Pardon the pun…” he adds, as we can’t help but laugh about this, me more out of nervous embarrassment, him laughing at his clever word play.

“Forget about it” he says, “let get cleaned up instead. There is supposed to be a waterfall and pool somewhere along this path, I’m sure we’re not far away” he states, picking up our clothes from the undergrowth.

“You’re not getting dressed?” I ask.

“Nope. And neither are you, bud” he smiles. “There’s no one for miles around and we’re both soiled, so what’s the point?” he reasons.

“I guess…” I answer, still a little self-conscious about my little accident, looking at his muddy, dangling dick and crunchy pubes.

As soon as we continue along the trail, I realise walking is a gonna be a bit of an issue after he split me in half like he did the wood yesterday. I guess I got my wish after all, but I didn’t think it through practically, it seems, here miles from the casa.

Sensing my struggle, he turns around, looking over his sweaty shoulder. “Everything OK handsome?” his, big eyes full of concern.

“Err, well… Um, it’s just… I’m a little sore and it’s quite diff…”

Before I finish, he has turned around, and is standing in front of me. “Hop on handsome, I’ll carry you” he states calmly with that soothingly deep voice, lowering down onto one knee.

“Josh, err… Dunno if that’s such a good… Whoah!” I protest, as he pulls me up onto his back, my sticky junk squashed against his lower back, his muscular arms scooping up my knees.

“Hold on bud… Don’t want to loose you” he says softly. I oblige, wrapping my arms over his shoulder, my hands crossed on his heaving chest, my chin on the side of his neck.

I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek as we move along the path, before adding “I’m sorry, but think I might leak out a little more onto you, I can’t…”

“I know” he replies, “I feel it dripping down my crack already” he chuckles. 

“Oh no…” I cringe, burying my face against his hot shoulder.

“Hey,” he laughs, “it’s my mess too, you know. I put it in there, remember! Quit worrying, really!”

And so we shuffle along the forest path, two completely naked bodies tackily stuck together, one pair of hiking boots treading the ground, another pair floating a few feet up, as my burly kindergarten fuck bud carry me to go wash off the remains of another one of our filthy games, played in secret out here in the secluded woods. 

* * * *

“Here we are…” he huffs, his muscles twitching and his neck straining after carrying me for what must have been at least half an hour of inclined walking.

“Oh wow… It’s beautiful” I remark, as in front of me the forest opens up to the skies, water rushing over a five meter drop into a crystal clear pool below, huge boulders framing the scene.

“Uh-huh” he replies. “I’m putting you down… Ready?”

“Yep,” I answer, as I slowly slide down his broad back onto solid ground. We take off our hiking boots and socks, adding it to the heap of other clothing, and make our way to the water’s edge.

It’s remarkably clean, but also remarkably cold, as we both gasp for breath slowly stumbling into the shallows.

“Oh fuck it’s chilly!” he exclaims, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, nipples hard and pointing forward. “But I guess it was melted snow, not too far from here, so…”

“Jeeeez…” I agree. “That’s what we get for doing the dirty, I guess…” I joke, the hairs all over my body standing on end.

“Argh-argh-argh-argh…” he huffs, as he starts sinking deeper and deeper into the pool.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” as the water reaches his groin, his butt clenched tightly, before he slides completely under, with a loud splash.

I watch with amusement from the side, as he comes up, shaking the water from his head, desperately gasping for air.

“Ooooph… oooph… ooph…” he pants. “It’s not that bad really” he huffs eventually. “You coming in bud?” 

“Not that bad really?” I mock.

His mouth pulls into a shaking crooked grin. “Ok, it’s fucking freezing…” he chuckles. “Come on in handsome, I’ll give you a rub down, I promise” he adds with a wink, his teeth clattering.

“Oh dear lord… Aaaaargh! Oooph, aaah, ooh-ooh-ooh…” I wade into the deep.

“Come here sexy man!” he calls, his arms spread wide open, big eyes glowing, body shaking.

His plump lips find mine, and we share a tender, wet kiss before embracing, our icy bodies pressed reassuringly against each other.

“Thanks for carrying me all this way…” I bibber through clenched teeth.

“Your welcome bud. You know I’ll do whatever you need…” he replies, also shaking. “Let’s wash and get the fuck out, before we freeze to death.”

His hands start gliding over my prickly skin, down my front, then patting my ass, before carefully swishing water into my crack and lovingly sliding his hand up and down over my wrecked hole, as I grimace a little from the sting.

We both turn around, so I can clean his back and crack, wiping my filth from his skin, Turning back to face me, he massages my shrunken nuts, while I start brushing clean the sticky hairs trickling into his groin. Next I take his sausage and give it a gentle rub, before his wrinkly scrotum gets a good grope and rinse.

“Right, that’s it I think…” I say through clattering teeth.

“Uh-huh,” he nods, “time to warm up” also shivering, taking my hand in his, as we start hobbling out of the freezing pool, our before large and in charge genitals now reduced to tiny shrunken versions of themselves.

“Up there” he gestures with his eyes, “in the sun…”. He pulls me up with him, climbing onto a massive boulder.

At the top we find a comfy little ledge, the warm stone forming a natural seat, with a great arial view of the waterfall and pool.

He deposits his athletic limbs over the stone with a satisfying ”Aaaaah yeah….”, before looking up squintingly into the bright light. “Come on handsome, space for one more…” he smiles, one eye closed, his muscly arm dangling mid air.

As I sit down next to him on the hot surface, his arm lowers down and drapes around my shoulder, pulling me into his bodily warmth with a “hmm, that’s better…” 

Drying in the midday sun on a massive monolith, our sausages baking back to size, the hot stone frying our eggs, our scrotums relaxing, we feel completely content, eyes shut.

“Sadly” I start, “I don’t think we’ll be able to play our game of hiding your big oomph in my tight ooh-ah for quite a few days to come…”

“Understandable…” he replies with a chuckle, his eyes also still closed. “Don’t worry bud, there are a millions other games we can play that also involve sticky happy endings…”

I smile, my hand squeezing his robust thigh. “By the way, just for the record” I add, “You’re a keeper too, big man…”

I can’t see, but I can tell that Josh’s mouth is pulled into a lop-sided grin, as I feel him tighten his grip on my shoulder, lovingly rubbing my deltoid with his massive thumb, birds tweeting around us, insects buzz and whirr, and we listen to each other’s heartbeats vibrating through our warming bodies.

* * * *