Who is this guy

My parents had such an action packed life. My mom retired as the office manager and sold her interest in the physical therapy business she and my godmother owned. My dad was a retired pilot from the military and the last ten years with a major commercial airline.

  My godmother lived off the beaten path deep in the woods of the mountains between Tennessee and North Carolina. Her great grandparents were one of the original families who settled in the Cove in the early 1820s. The Oliver family held on to the land up until the 1920s when Tennessee and North Carolina purchased the property for the creation of the national park. Another family that settled in the area of Wears Valley was the Crowson folks and of course the Wear family.

  Over the years my godmother inherited land that had been passed down over generations.

  When my parents and my godmother announced they were going to hike the Appalachian Trail I was pleased to find out my summer would be taking care of my godmothers home. My grandparents lived in a small community called Walland. I grew up fly fishing, rafting and hiking in the general area.

  I packed my duffle bag, loaded my car with gear, my camera equipment and few clothes as possible. My godmother, Janis told me to help myself to any food, vegetables, etc…I was instructed to keep the bird feeders filled and to be aware deer, bears and foxes would roam around at random.

  The second day I was at my International Scout vehicle when I heard some branches and bushes rustling. Within a few minutes a gentleman appeared out of the trail. I like to capture much of the scenery with my camera. The farmstead provides a glimpse back to the hardiness and self sufficient lifestyles of the Appalachian settlers.

  The gentleman who I discovered was wearing boots, a Scottish kilt and nothing more. He spoke, introduced himself and I was immediately attracted to this guy. I learned his sister owned a cabin near by and he was exploring each day learning about the land, community, etc. we shook hands, his touch was powerful and he had a natural smile that I could capture with my camera with ease.

  Todd asked about my vehicle. I told him my uncle purchased it before he left for Vietnam in the late 1960s. He walked with me back to the porch of my godmother’s home. I invited him up for some sweet tea and we chatted more. He was a college professor in Boone, NC and was very engaging. I told him I had just finished my freshman year at Western Carolina University…just across the mountain past Asheville.

  Todd was very excited to learn about my experience at Western and the rich Native American culture near Cherokee.

  I invited him to stay for lunch. He asked to wash up. I told him….better than a faucet….walk around the side of the house and enjoy the outdoor shower at the back porch. I told him where wash clothes and towels were. Of course…once he was around the corner…I could see from the kitchen window this man’s amazing body. He was so handsome. Todd must be about 220 pounds and six foot four inches if not taller.

In the kitchen I sliced some tomatoes, cucumbers, grabbed a loaf of whole wheat bread and put together some summer tomatoes sandwiches, and more tea.

  When I heard the water shut off Todd walked to the kitchen side porch wrapped in a white cloth that my godmother had folded. It wasn’t too thin but I could tell the imprint of his heavy cock.

  We shared lunch, I had sliced some apple pieces and offered him some natural peanut butter. I handed him my pocket knife and he cut each of us pieces of apple. A small dab of peanut butter was in his beard and I so wanted to to lick it off and kiss him.

  After our lunch he helped me place the items in a basket and I took them back to the kitchen. I heard the screen door open and Todd and carried in the glass tea pitcher. As he walked toward the door…I touched his arm and said….stop. He looked puzzled. I said you can’t go out the back door. It’s bad luck to go out a different door than the way he entered. He winked and said….based on his luck of meeting me …he would go along with my request. I’m not bashful or self conscious. I leaned in and gave him a hug. Told him I was so glad to meet him.

  The next day we went hiking around the eleven mile loop at Cades Cove. Today he did not wear his kilt. He had on a pair of cut off shorts, a yellow Appalachian State tshirt and I noticed his band of his black jockstrap. The previous day he wore nothing under his kilt and today he had on a jock.  

  After a few hours we stopped for a nice picnic. He had in his backpack two of everything… ziplock bag of strawberries, some sunflower seeds and Graham crackers. As he bit into his strawberries…the juices were dripping into his beard. I took my purple WCU tshirt and bloated his lips. Without making a mistake…I leaned in and kissed him. He was very gentle and welcomed my kiss. We walked off the trail and embraced and enjoyed a delicious kiss. After a good time of kissing, hugging and feeling each others hardons through our shorts….we decided we better control ourselves. About a mile later…Todd took my hand and guided me behind a large tree and cupped my crotch. He told me to take out my cock. On this midafternoon trip…I enjoyed FUCKING his face deep. I fed him a creamy load and he swallowed every drop of my cum.

  When we returned to the house…we got naked and enjoyed ourselves in the outdoor shower.

  After a full week of spending time together….we leaned more about each other. He was recently separated from his long time partner. Alex had taken a job with the state Department of Education in Raleigh, NC. Todd knew that he was going to be supportive and not stand in the way of his career, educational ambitions, etc….Alex eventually wanted to transition to a university as Dean or academia president.

  Todd was very content living in a college community and truly loved teaching. The next week he invited me to go with him to Boone to stay a day or two. He actually lived in a small A frame home in West Jefferson. His home was along a creek bank and very peaceful. That afternoon he went indoors…put our bags away and told me to get naked. When given the opportunity…Todd loved to be nude as much as possible.  

  We had two amazing days. We stopped at a local produce stand. He fixed fresh corn on the cob, half runner green beans and a skillet of cornbread. I cut tomatoes, cucumbers and sliced a fresh cantaloupe. It was so nice to eat naked on his screened porch. I got on my knees and squeezed the cantaloupe over his cock. I swallowed his cock and he moaned at the fun time we had FUCKING around with fruit.

  Our summer was much like this. It was so nice to explore the woods, each others bodies and fish, hike and he loved it when I was excited using my camera.

  In August it was time to go our separate ways. I returned to Cullowhee and started my fall semester. Todd was off to a great start and his term was good. We called every Saturday afternoon. Wrote letters and mailed each other small packages. I was thrilled on day to have a package from him at the university post office. As soon as I got back to my dorm….I tore open the box and he had sent me a yellow, blue and black set of jockstraps. He gave me instructions about our fall break to the outer banks and he had rented us a house at Ocracoke Island. By this stage of our relationship…my parents and my godmother were very much on board with the developments in my life, bottom line…they wanted me to be happy and not get hurt.  

  Fall break at the beach was amazing. Midnight swims in the ocean…nude and so exciting.

  In January I transferred to Boone and enrolled at Appalachian State. I got a small upstairs garage apartment. It was too soon to move in together with him being a professor. I continued my studies in photograph and graphic arts.

  We were so excited to be in each others lives. That year for Christmas Todd bought me a kilt. I knew my grandparents had some rich ancestors in their family. That next summer we attended the Highland Games at Grandfather Mountain. I got some phenomenal shots.

  After I graduated I enrolled at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill. My old International Scout wasn’t really road worthy to travel interstate forty from Boone to Carolina. My parents surprised me with a Chevy Blazer. Of course….Todd let me keep my Scout at his home. Career…Todd taught at Appalachian State for over twenty years. He loves retirement. He’s written several books about Appalachian music, culture and the impact the region has on music. I always enjoy going each year and working as a freelance photographer for MerleFest. We still enjoy being nude on our property. Definitely love sex outdoors and our outdoor shower is always a treat.