The mountain air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and earthy musk. The sun had climbed high above the peaks, casting a warm embrace over the rugged landscape. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I trudged along the narrow trail, my pack heavy with supplies for the day's adventure. My breaths grew deeper and more deliberate as I approached the clearing where the rock pool lay hidden from the world. The promise of its refreshing waters was all I could think about.
As I emerged from the shadows of the trees, I caught a glimpse of the pool, shimmering like a jewel nestled in the embrace of ancient stones. I felt a thrill of excitement as I saw two figures approaching, their laughter echoing through the valley. They were hikers, like me, seeking reprieve from the heat. Their boots crunched against the gravel path, sending a spray of pebbles into the air. Their brightly coloured clothing stood out against the muted tones of the mountain backdrop.
They were two young men, probably in their early twenties, their faces flushed with exertion and excitement. They were both tall and lean, with the kind of muscular physiques that came from long hours spent outdoors. They spotted me and waved, and I returned the gesture with a tired smile, dropping my pack to the ground. I decided to take a moment to eat my packed lunch before joining them in the water. I pulled out a sandwich wrapped in wax paper, feeling the weight of the bread and the promise of sustenance.
In no time, the two hikers had stripped down to nothing but their birthday suits. Their clothes were laid out in a careless heap beside their packs. They didn't seem to have a single shred of self-consciousness as they leapt into the pool, sending a spray of water glinting in the sunlight. I couldn't help but admire their youthful abandon, their unbridled energy. The water splashed against their taut skin, and their laughter filled the air like the sweetest music.
Their movements were fluid and graceful as they swam towards the centre of the pool. The coolness of the water was palpable from where I sat, and I felt a pang of envy for their instant relief from the heat. The smaller of the two, a brunette with a sprinkle of freckles across his nose and shoulders, dove beneath the surface, emerging moments later with a handful of water which he flung playfully at his companion, a blond-haired giant with a mischievous grin. The blond took the shower in stride, his laugh booming through the clearing.
As I watched them, the distance between us seemed to melt away. They were so absorbed in their world that it was as if I had become invisible. They grew closer in the water, their limbs brushing against each other, and I noticed the way their eyes held a certain softness, a warmth that seemed to deepen as the minutes ticked by. Their friendship was close, but there was something more, a current that charged the air between them. They began to explore each other with gentle touches, their laughter turning to whispers that I could not hear over the burble of the nearby stream.
The brunette leaned in, his hand resting on the blond's shoulder. The blond looked down, a blush rising to his cheeks, and for a moment, I held my breath, unsure if I should avert my gaze or not. But their intimacy was not for me to judge or interrupt. It was a beautiful, private dance that played out in the sunlit pool, and I found myself feeling not like a voyeur but a silent witness to a moment of pure connection. They kissed, tentative at first, and then with a passion that seemed to ignite the very water around them.
The sight was so unexpected and yet so natural that I felt a strange kinship with them. We were all pilgrims in this wild place, seeking solace and finding it in our own ways. As they drew apart, their eyes met, and I saw a spark of something that was both fierce and tender. It was a look that told a thousand stories, a look that held the promise of shared secrets and whispered confessions. They didn't need words to communicate the depth of their feelings; their bodies did that for them.
I took a bite of my sandwich, feeling both a part of this moment and a million miles away. Their beauty was not just in their youth or their physiques, but in the way they had allowed themselves to be vulnerable in the openness of nature. It was a reminder that love, and desire could bloom anywhere, even in the most untouched corners of the world.
As the brunette's hand trailed down the blond's chest, the blond's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed. The brunette's touch grew more exploratory, caressing the other's abs and then sliding lower, teasing the trail of hair that led to his groin. The blond's arousal was clear, his member rising to meet the tender touch with an eagerness that mirrored his racing pulse.
They stepped closer, their bodies entwining in a dance as old as time itself. The water was their stage, the mountains their audience, and the sun their spotlight. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as the brunette wrapped his hand firmly around the blond's shaft, stroking him with a rhythm that was both familiar and thrilling. The blond's hand found its way to the brunette's cock, and soon they were both lost in the sensation, their hips moving in unison with each other's touch.
The air grew thick with anticipation as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, learning the contours and the dips, the softness and the hardness that made them unique. The brunette broke the kiss to whisper something into the blond's ear, and the blond's eyes lit up with excitement. They moved closer to the edge of the pool, the coolness of the rocks a stark contrast to the heat building between them.
The brunette bent over, resting his hands on the stones, and the blond positioned himself behind him. I watched, transfixed, as the blond reached into their pack, pulling out a small bottle of something that glistened in the light. Lubricant, I realised with a jolt. They were about to take their intimacy to another level.
The blond applied it with care, his movements sure and gentle, as the brunette leaned back into him. The tension was electric, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as the blond pressed forward, breaching the barrier between them. The brunette's head fell back, his mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure as the blond pushed deeper, filling him.
Their movements grew more frenzied, the splashing of the water a symphony of passion. The blond's hand was a blur, pumping in and out, while the brunette's fingers dug into the rock, his eyes squeezed shut. The sounds of their lovemaking grew louder, echoing through the clearing, a testament to the power of their connection.
As they reached their climax, their cries of ecstasy were like the calls of wild animals, raw and unfiltered. The brunette's body arched, his back muscles rippling, and the blond's hand tightened around his shaft, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. The moment was so intense, so private, that even the mountain itself seemed to hold its breath.
And when it was over, the blond collapsed onto the other's back as the brunette lay on the rock, panting and smiling. The water lapped at their legs, a gentle reminder of the world outside their bubble of passion. They remained there, tangled in the afterglow, whispering sweet nothings as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over their entwined forms.
I took the last bite of my sandwich, feeling strangely at peace as I started to clap in a round of applause for the show that had been provided for my enjoyment.
The sudden sound of clapping startled them like a gunshot in the quiet mountain air. They froze, their eyes snapping open to find me, still fully dressed, clapping from my vantage point. The brunette's cheeks turned a fiery red, and the blond's eyes went wide with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. For a moment, the three of us were locked in a tableau of discomfort, the echoes of their passion dissipating into the silence.
"You looked very at ease, you two. It was a delight to watch you," I said.
Then, the brunette looked at me, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess we got a little carried away," he said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of laughter. The blond's blush deepened, but he couldn't hide the spark of mischief in his gaze as he met my eyes.
"Yep, I guess you did get carried away, but I have to confess, I'm very grateful," I responded. "I enjoyed your passion and display of affection."
The brunette's smile grew as he pushed himself up, his muscles flexing. "Thanks, and you are very welcome," he said with a chuckle, breaking the tension. The blond looked at him, then at me, and finally a grin spread across his face as well.
"Do you fancy coming for a swim?" the blond man asked.
I was caught off guard by the question. They had just shared something so intimate, and here they were, inviting me to join them as I looked at them both, standing in the water, naked and, to be frank, fit and very desirable.
Without giving it much thought, I found myself saying, "Why not?" as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing my own sweat-drenched body. The brunette's eyes raked over me, and I felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the sun above. The blond's grin widened, and I knew he saw my arousal in my eyes.
"I'm not coming in the water until we are acquainted," I called out to them as I started to undo my shorts, my voice echoing through the clearing. "I'm Steve."
The brunette's eyes lit up, and he stood in the pool, his erection bobbing as the water dripped from his body. "I'm Alex, and this is my best friend, Tom," he said, nodding towards the blond who was still treading water, watching me with a smouldering gaze.
"Nice to meet you, Steve," Tom called out, his eyes dropping to the tent in my underwear. "You don't see too many guys our age rocking tighty whities these days. You got a thing for the classics?" His tone was playful, the tease in his voice unmistakable.
"Just the comfortable kind," I replied, stepping closer to the pool's edge. The cool water looked more inviting by the second.
Alex's gaze remained on my underwear, a glint of something more than just friendship in his eyes. "Those Fruit of the Loom ones suit you, Steve," he said, his voice carrying a hint of desire. "They hug your package just right, but don't you want to take them off before they get wet and allow us to see you in all your glory, as so to speak?"
With a smirk, I slipped my tighty whities down my legs revealing my hardened cock as I stepped out of them. The chilly mountain air did nothing to deter my excitement. The moment felt surreal, but also incredibly right. Two strangers in the wilderness, sharing something more profound than just a swim. "Better?" I asked, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.
"Much better, Alex responded, his desire written all over his face. "And you're circumcised. Even better," he exclaimed.
With precum leaking from my cock, I waded into the refreshing water, feeling the weight of the world slip away with every step closer to Tom and Alex. The moment I was deep enough for them to reach, they both swam towards me, their movements swift and sure. Before I could react, Tom's arms were around my neck, pulling me into a fiery kiss. His tongue danced with mine as his hand found my erection, stroking it gently.
Alex, not to be left out, came up behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he began to kiss and nibble at my sensitive skin. His other hand slipped down to my ass, teasing my hole with a single digit. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my entire body. I moaned into Tom's mouth, my hands automatically reaching for their waists, pulling them closer.
"What do you like, Steve?" Tom asked, whispering in my ear.
I couldn't form coherent words, but the desperate buck of my hips against his hand was answer enough. "Everything," I managed to murmur, my voice hoarse.
"We like a good spit roast when we are together," Alex answered while Tom pulled back, grinning wickedly, and nodded. "We like to keep things interesting, especially in places like this," he said, gesturing to the serene beauty of our surroundings.
The water was now a churning cauldron of desire as we repositioned ourselves on the shingle beach. I knelt between them, my heart thumping in my chest as I took Tom's cock into my mouth, savouring the taste of him, salty and musky. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided my head. Meanwhile, Alex's fingers circled my entrance, teasing me, preparing me for what was to come.
Tom's cock was thick and hot, filling my mouth. I could feel the veins pulsing under my tongue, and I sucked him greedily, eager to give them both the pleasure they had so openly shared. Behind me, Alex's lubed fingers slid into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, stretching me open for his desires as he used his other hand to throw the tube of lube onto the rock next to us.
As Alex pushed his cock inside me, the sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure. I moaned around Tom's length, the sound vibrating against him as Alex began to move in time with Tom's thrusts. The two of them were a well-oiled machine, working in tandem to drive me to new heights of ecstasy.
Their hands roamed my body, exploring and teasing every inch of my exposed skin. I felt like a god being worshipped by two eager acolytes, their touches like prayers offered up to the heavens. The water around us grew cloudy with our passion, the bubbles from my mouth as I worked Tom's cock mingling with the splashes from Alex's movements behind me.
Their grunts and gasps filled the air, echoing off the rocks, becoming a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the mountain. I lost myself in the moment, my body a conduit for their pleasure, my mind a blissful haze of sensation.
Alex picked up the pace, driving into me harder and faster, his hand finding my prostate and massaging it with every thrust. I gagged slightly around Tom's cock, the sensation overwhelming, but I never stopped, never slowed. They were in control, and I was more than happy to be their willing participant in this carnival of carnality.
The tension grew, a coiling spring tightening in my belly. I could feel Tom getting closer, his breathing growing ragged, his grip on my hair tightening. Alex leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're so good, Steve," he murmured. "So, fucking good."
Tom's hips stuttered, and with a roar, he came, his warm seed filling my mouth. I swallowed it down eagerly, relishing the taste of him. Alex wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing erratic before he too reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he came.
We stayed like that for a moment, the three of us connected in a way that transcended mere physicality. The world around us had faded away, leaving only the three of us, our bodies entwined in the cool embrace of the mountain pool.
When we finally pulled apart, we were all smiles, the awkwardness of our earlier encounter forgotten in the face of what we had shared. We swam and splashed in the water, the tension of our encounter dissipating like ripples on the pool's surface. The sun had moved lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.
Afterwards, we sat on the rocks, our bodies still entwined, sharing stories of past adventures and future dreams. The mountain had borne witness to a moment of pure passion; a secret shared between three strangers who had found something beautiful in the wild.
"I just realised, Steve, that you haven't shot your load yet," Tom declared. “We can’t have that can we, Alex?”
Alex nodded back to Tom, and before I could protest or say anything, Tom had pushed me onto my back, his strong arms bracing my legs apart. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin, and took my cock into his mouth. His lips wrapped around me like a warm, wet glove, and he began to suck with an enthusiasm that left me speechless. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the slit before diving down to the base, only to retreat again. His technique was flawless, a masterful blend of pressure and suction that had my hips bucking upwards.
Alex watched with hungry eyes, stroking his cock back to hardness as he knelt beside us. "Let me help," he offered, and soon his mouth joined Tom's, both of them working on me in tandem. The sensation was indescribable, their tongues and lips creating a maelstrom of pleasure that had me groaning and writhing beneath them.
As they took turns sucking and licking me, their hands roaming my body, I felt my orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that I hadn't expected so soon. The sight of their heads bobbing in unison was almost too much to handle, their eyes locked on me, watching my every reaction, taking pleasure from my pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned them, my voice tight with need.
They only increased their efforts, their eyes never leaving mine, and with a final, guttural groan, I released, my cum spurting into their eager mouths. They swallowed greedily, their eyes never leaving mine, a silent communication of shared ecstasy as I continued to pump more cum that I had expected, splashing Tom with a rope of cum across his face.
As my body relaxed into the aftermath of pleasure, Tom leaned back, a smear of my cum on his cheeks. "We aim to please," he said with a wink, before swiping his tongue across my cock, licking me clean.
Alex followed suit, licking my cock and then kissing Tom, licking my cum from his friend’s face. I couldn't help but laugh at their antics, the intimacy of the moment giving way to a sense of camaraderie. "And you do, indeed, please," I said, my voice still shaky with pleasure.
The three of us sat there for a while, catching our breaths and basking in the warmth of the sun. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mix that seemed to linger and cling to our skin.
"Well, I think we've earned a rest," Tom said, stretching out his legs and letting his head fall back.
Alex nodded in agreement. "Definitely. But maybe we should find somewhere a little more comfortable," he suggested, glancing around at the rocky terrain.
We made our way back to my picnic spot, where the soft grass provided a more luxurious setting for our post-coital lounging. The three of us lay there, our limbs tangled together, the sun warming our skin, and the sound of the waterfall in the distance creating a soothing soundtrack to our quiet contentment.
Our conversation flowed easily, a mix of jokes and personal stories, as if we had been friends for years rather than minutes. The tension of the day's hike and the intense passion we had just shared had forged a bond between us, a connection that felt surprisingly natural and unforced.
As the sun moved into mid-afternoon, casting a warm glow over the mountains, we decided it was time to get dressed and continue our descent. This time together as a threesome. But as we pulled on our clothes and packed up our gear, there was an understanding that this wouldn't be the last time we'd seek each other out in the wild. We had discovered something in that mountain pool that we hadn't known we were looking for, and we were all eager to explore it further.
