Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2017 18:12:21 +1100
From: Paul Bysvikien <paully.bysk@gmail.com>
Subject: Cub Goes Hiking

This is gay fiction, between consenting 2 adults over 21yrs of age.
This story does not contain blackmail, torture, murder or BDSM themes
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CUB GOES HIKING

Sometimes after a night of, no strings attached sex, that I felt was
worthwhile, going home with a guy I met at a bar, my nipples quite sore and
abused as I woke up, same for him I thought. He did swallow my cum. Didn't
end well, me, I am 22, solid build hairy bottom cub, 5'11'. Lately I have
noticed I am carrying extra weight, at a desk job all day and not eating
the right foods, soon I would be at the Bigger Man's Shop. The guy who took
me home, exactly my type, over 45, beefy with a gut, peppered hair and a
close-cut beard. Bonus he was a top, it's like Tupperware, to many bottoms
and not enough tops, someone once told me.

He said to me, it was great in bed with you, normally I don't go for guys
your size. I was dressed so quickly, I'll forget the shower I said, and
called Uber, and was out the door, glad we did tits and dick I thought, he
tried to fuck, me he was too drunk. The Uber guy turned up, and on my way
home. I got to get fit, I'm not fat, I'm well covered I thought, I deleted
his contact and if I saw him on FB instant block. Then I noticed I smelt of
sweat, booze and cum. Poor Uber guy.

Soon in my apartment, showered and annoyed, I remembered a hike I used to
go on when I was in scouts, walking and nature. Yes, I decided, a  4-day
hike, it was easy I was a kid when I did it, (and a lot fitter). I still
had all my hiking gear, it was still early, rushing around I quickly
stuffed what I thought was enough, plus a bottle of bourbon. Checking
National Park website, the trail was described as moderate, well signed
with food trucks at each campsite.

Once at the National Park Parking area, I set out. An hour before noon I
set out to campsite No1, I was walking to steadily, 10 miles, easy I
calculated, should be there about 4. I was still taking in nature. I
wearily made it to the campsite, I was exhausted and covered with sweat my
t-shirt, it was sticking to me and as I had stopped, I was sweating even
more, the sweaty t-shirt outlined most of by upper body, and my hair was
soaking, other campers were there and we waved to each other. I found a
hose tap, stuck my head under the running tap, standing up I let the water
run down my body.

I set up my tent that was easy, looking around at the tall trees and sounds
that you don't hear in the city, it did bring back memories, I did fancy my
scout leader, I saw him pissing once it was long uncut and thick, what I
remembered his how strong his stream of piss was.

Soon it was getting dark, the bourbon was so good especially after taking
my boots off, I grabbed dinner from the food truck and a few more sips of
the bourbon bottle. I laid under the tent, I even had 4G. Laying naked,
imagining how fit I would be and imagining naked guys in the tent with me.
I played with my nipples, it's never as good doing it yourself, rubbing my
belly, kissing and sucking my lips. I came all over myself and reaching for
something to wipe my cum, I grabbed my Yfronts, and sniffed today's sweat
on them and wiped my belly. Then I realised I only had one pair of Yfronts,
deal with that in the morning.

I woke with all these strange noises, I slept quite well, it was morning
5.30am. This is nature I realised, sitting up I noticed aches and pain all
over me, I wasn't used to physical exercise, still I wasn't giving in,
grabbing a t-shirt and then I put on my cum dried Yfronts, it was a
struggle, crawling out of the tent I put my shorts on. Breakfast how do
people survive, on these rations that I bought last night, checking my hike
guide. There was a shower at the next site. I was ready to go, I would need
that shower tonight, it's an open shower!!

About 500 yards into the trail and, I saw a sign for a lookout, climbing up
the steep steps I made it up there, with the full backpack on I was
stuffed, the view was magnificent, after a few photos I made my way back.
Looking down, I saw a guy walking up towards me, he was wearing a red plaid
shirt rolled at the sleeves, and faded blue jeans with a big belt buckle,
this guy looked amazing, like a rodeo rider in xxl size. As I kept looking
at him, I was cruising this guy, it was obvious The steps were very steep,
and my eyes were on him not watching where I was going, then I tripped over
myself, somehow this guy was able to grab me. I was laying on my back pack
and arms and legs spread like a turtle, I was winded.

Next thing, I've got you was are you ok? He said, don't move, stay still
for a moment, catch your breath its ok. He was kneeling next to me he held
my shoulder and arm. I just want to check if your hurt, he held up his
fingers and asked how many fingers he was holding up and could I see them
clearly, also if I could move fingers and toes. I tried to get up, just
wait there's no hurry, calm down. I have and RV at the bottom, I'll take
you there in a minute.

He asked my name and I told him my name is Charlie, and chuckled that I was
on a hike and I'm out of practice I should have stayed home. Lots of folks
do that, he said, I'm Chris, nice to meet you Charlie, lucky I was here to
stop your fall, with clearer vision I saw it was a guy in his late forties,
well-tanned, broad shoulders and chest hairs visible at his open collared
shirt, his arms were big, with faded tattoos on his forearms. There was a
visible scar on his jaw, and smaller ones on his eyebrows, he lives an
outdoor life I surmised. He was cleanly shaved and I could smell a scent on
him, it was familiar.

Chris then said ok, buddy. Let's get this pack of you, tell me if anything
hurts, he grabbed both of my forearms, and without effort he had me sitting
up, and took my backpack off, any pain he asked, just a little I said.
Sitting on the step, I looked at my shorts and there was big tear, on the
inside leg and my Yfronts and right inner thigh, so visible, he was staring
intently at my groin. Looks like those shorts will be in the trash,
frowning I nodded.

Time to stand up, ok, hold my hands. I started to stand with Chris holding
me. I was enjoying this, even though I was sore and dishevelled, he was a
saviour, and a hunky one as well, I then noticed a thick gold chain around
his neck. I was standing ok, a bit wobbly, and Chris said, can you walk
these steps, I need to get you down and in my RV, shock could set in you
need to rest up, until your well enough. Soon with his help, I got down and
saw his RV, it was like him big, it was a sliver grey, very shiny, probably
quite new.

I saw the rainbow ribbon on the RV window, this was getting better, maybe I
do need some rest. Chris opened the door and got in and held out his hand,
I felt I could get in without help, a hand is offered, I took his gladly.
Sit down her, there was a lounge, and sitting down I let out a sigh of
relief. Charlie, I'm going to grab your backpack OK. Chris was so polite,
strange a guy big and brawny. It was his eyes, he had authority, I felt
there was no meanness in his character.


Soon he was back, he put my gear in a corner, should be safe here. He asked
me where I was headed, and where I parked my car, I told him about my
foolhardy plans. Laughing Charlie, I can take you back to the car, but that
fall you had, you can stay here, tonight, there's another bed, you can
shower clean up, and eat. Maybe his bed is better, I thought.

Chris, asked if I needed to call anyone, as he handed me a bottle of
chilled water and a couple of pain killers, taking a drink, I said I am OK,
maybe later. Then I realised I must look a mess, and my ripped shorts
giving him a full view. Looking around this was some motorhome, it had
everything, it must be top range. Charlie, he said to me, I want to get off
this road, 5 miles further is a glade on a private property, the owner lets
only a few have access, it has clean water available, to top up the tanks,
its quite private. I joked if I drive out with you later. I saw you walking
to that lookout, I didn't start walking up there for view, I saw what who
was walking up there, I should investigate further. Glad you did I smiling
at him I said.

Soon enough, the gate was opened and closed, how he could handle this big
Motorhome, and we parked on a grassed area with lots of room, as I peered
through the windscreen a private hideaway. Just moving around a bit, seemed
to ease my sore body, plus the tablets helped. I needed to help set up,
looking at my torn shorts, they were in the way, I unbuckled unzipped and
they dropped to the floor, youthful exuberance took over, in my dishevelled
t-shirt, boots and navy Yfronts my legs were in full view, I somehow got
outside and said, what can I do.

Chris looked at me, was I bashful, with the late afternoon sun, I took a
chance. For someone who took a tumble, your moving freely, by the way. You
look better without the shorts, somehow boots your t-shirt and those briefs
your wearing, I do like the look of you, he said. I helped with what I
could, Chris soon had sweat showing on his shirt under his armpits and on
his face, I wanted to lick his pits. Soon enough he was set up, he had done
this before.

I was sitting on one of the chairs he had set up, Chris was walking around
to make sure, everything was OK, then walking to me, rubbing the bulge on
his faded jeans standing right in front of me. Everything was quiet, except
birds chirping, I knew what was to happen. I Reached for his belt buckle
undid it, unbuttoned as well as pulling down his zipper. Like a spring
uncoiling his prick was right in front of me, pricks, cocks or whatever
describes what a man has between his legs, especially good enough to put my
lips and mouth on. I crumble, and am a total bottom, I love the smell, the
look of a large head and the purple colour edging it. He stood there, why
should he do a thing, I had to do the work.

Kissing, licking and using my spit lubricating, his uncut cock. I slipped
off the chair and was on my knees, any pain I felt was forgotten, I was
sucking cock, the most natural thing to do, when I first had a cock in my
mouth years ago, it thrilled me and made me go over the edge. Just as I was
sucking this cock in front of me, I rubbed it on my face, over my eyes, and
back to my mouth and slowly swallowed it. Chris pushed his hips towards me
forcing his hard cock in, this was not pornstar stuff, where I couldn't
take it all. Men need attention to the sensitive head of their cock, work
on his shaft, but keep attention to the head of the cock you are sucking. I
was even twirling my lips around, it was heaven.

I was moaning and slurping, no words, my sounds enough. Reaching down with
one hand I grabbed my Yfronts and pulled them under my balls, I was fucking
hard, and rubbed my cock up and down. Chris was grabbing at my t-shirt and
my mouth free of his cock, he had it off me, my lips had my spit dribbling
on my chin. I repositioned and was crouching, the excitement of out in the
wild, my cock free, Yfronts covering my butt, and the thought of wearing
boots, I wanted cock and it was there in front of me. I obviously knew I
was sucking his cock well, his bodily actions told me he was.

My mouth sensed his cock was harder, his louder grunts and moans, and
quicker thrusts in my mouth, he had to cum soon, I couldn't keep up much
longer. Chris grabbed my head, I knew, I was going to get his load and in
my mouth. Then it happened, the grunt, the spasm of his legs and his
jerking cock in my mouth, it's always a great sensual feeling, I wasn't
paying much attention to my cock, I grabbed his butt, and pulled him fully
to my face, I had as much of his cock in my mouth, I could smell him and
without too many tugs on my cock I came and blew between his legs, and I
swallowed all his cum, I took all of it, has anyone had so much they
couldn't swallow, I can and any good, cocksucker can. I fell on my butt, it
happened so quickly, I was breathing so heavily, I didn't care, I wanted it
all about me, knowing I sucked cock and swallowed and I had blown my load.

Chris was bent over breathing heavily, hands on his knees, I struggled to
get up. I was out of breath and my jaw was aching. He laughed and so did I,
then he said, wow I don't know how you kept up, I was sure you needed a
rest. I don't know either, just the feel of you spurting in my mouth sent
me over the edge.

Later, Chris had cooked 2 steaks for dinner. I don't, know how many beers I
had, but these beers seemed the best. Charlie, he said, I wasn't walking to
see the lookout I saw you walking along the road, I liked what I saw, you
are the better view. You must always say that I replied, it must work.
Chris gave me a pair of boxers to wear, that's all I wore. He had a tank
top on, as well as boxers. This night was just perfect, looking at the bed,
I asked is there room in the bed for me, just for sleeping I grinned. Sure,
Chris said, yep sleeping that's what beds are for, he replied.

I got to my pack and found a toothbrush and cleaned my teeth, fresh breath,
ideal for kissing, Chris got up, did I just feel his footsteps, he cleaned
his teeth as well.

I stood at the end of the bed, my body, hairy and the wrong side of being
the right weight, I thought, fuck that prick, who commented on my size. I'm
OK, he wasn't that great either.

Chris walked to me, he just stood there, I noticed the scar on his cheek, I
just took all of him in in my gaze, you like tit play he asked. Yes, I do,
was my reply. No backing out, no backing I replied. Quickly he reached out
and grabbed both nipples, and squeezed them between thumb and forefinger,
the intensity of the amount of force, I felt the pain of it, it shocked me.
Chris was smiling, no backing out, I nodded my head in agreement, it was
about 10 seconds it wasn't long and then he let go. The pain and the
pleasure, combined with the blood coming back to my nipples, I gasped. Like
that? He asked, I knew you would.




Then he pulled me to him and his tongue was in my mouth, and his day-old
growth with his lips crushing mine, he found my left nipple and began
working on it, building up, not as hard but testing my limits. I found his
nipple and played with hit, breaking the kiss, he said you can work it,
come on, get on that tit. I started nipping at his left nipple, I could
feel his chest hairs, and he had both of mine, the more intense I was, he
also, applied to me. Was this a battle of wills, who would last out.

Chris moaned loudly and I knew he wanted me to stop, I wanted relief as
well, I then had my lips kissing his abused tit. The Chris put his hands on
the waist band of the boxer shorts and in one loud tear he ripped them, I
was naked. Holding them in his hand, then looking at me and raising his
eyes, it was like he was asking be if I was ready, I was puffing heavily,
looking at him, I opened my mouth to say something and he started rubbing
them on my face, I turned my head to accept torn boxers on my face

Pushing me back I felt the bed at the back of my knees and soon I was on
the bed, laying there I could hear crickets outside, soon I felt lube on my
cum hole. How strange I have no idea where I am and I am about to let
someone fuck me and blow in my ass, I thought. Spreading my chunky legs and
looking at the hulk about to fuck me. Come on, I'm ready, I said. I lifted
my hand over my head, fumbling about for a pillow, Chris took it from me
lifting my butt, it was under me, thanks I whispered. He then grabbed my
legs and held them up spreading them, I felt him ready, he was at my hole,
well lubed. I then felt him enter, he was ready to fuck me!

Then in 3 movements, he had all his cock in me, he was hard, he obviously
was. He pushed through my first ass muscle. My eyes opened wide at the ease
and speed in his ability. OK, ready he grunted, and with slow strokes, he
began. I was so relaxed, I felt no pain and I was using my ass muscles to
clamp on his cock, both of us grunting and moaning, two men fucking, the
bed was creaking. My hand was clutching the sheets and I kept arching up to
him, I was even able to squirm my ass, fuck, fuck I moaned. I looked at his
face, then his expression changed, he was going to cum, I bucked to his
harder thrusts. Oh, god he yelled. Don't stop, keep going, just fuck me! I
don't know how I could say that, gasping for breath.

With both of us pushing and shoving, his cock came out, fuck it I thought.
Fuck no! He cried. Blow on me I yelled, just fucking cum all over, spray
the fucking thing! Then I felt his cum hit my chin, my chest and my belly.
I grabbed my cock, tugging and squeezing, hold my balls I begged, holding
my balls with one hand his other rubbing me I blew, I was shooting cum on
me. We both were gasping for breath and, he soon was on the bed next to me
both of us looking at the ceiling, get as much air as we could into our
lungs