Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2017 20:07:30 +0200
From: Harry Brown <likehair@mail.com>
Subject: Lost and found on the plains

I was a sad, lonely and confused young man in a mideastern city, probably
not really the kind of "he-man" to brave the wilds, but I had lost my
job, and wasn't quite sure why I seemed to be different from "society"
and decided to join a wagon train west. I learned some skills as we went,
developed some muscles and endurance and gradually took on more
responsibilities as the train slowly made its way along. The pivotal time
of my life happened when I got separated from the wagon train when the
trail boss sent me ahead to scout for water. The sun was hot and my hat
was old, so I was sweating a lot and tired pretty quickly, but I knew I
had to keep going.

Before long, though, things seemed kind of strange, the light was
different and even though I had a little water with me I knew I was in
trouble, and since there weren't any trees to break up the horizon the
hypnotic movement of the waves of ankle-high grass started overwhelming
me. I got dizzy and disoriented and thoughts went through my head about
how I was going to die and let down the folks back in the train, started
thinking about when I was a kid, all kinds of mixed up stuff and then I
went down on my hands and knees and instinctively crawled on. I felt some
small relief from the sun for a while as the grass got taller, but
finally I couldn?t crawl anymore, couldn?t get up and felt myself falling
face first onto the ground.

I guess the grass being taller was what kept me alive with the little
extra shade it provided, because some time later I came back to
consciousness and realized I could feel that the ground was slightly
moist and I thought I could smell water. With the strength I had left I
started crawling inch by inch toward the moisture I was beginning to
sense more surely and then in a little depression in the ground I found a
tiny stream of clear water. I knew enough to sniff it and figure out it
was not alkali water and then I sucked it up like a dog. When I felt
strong enough I got up on my knees and looked over the grass, hoping to
see the wagon train or something that suggested I wasn't all alone. And
that was when I saw you. I couldn't believe my eyes because there was
actually a tiny creek there in the middle of nowhere and on the other
side of it were a couple of trees and a little raggedy-looking wooden hut
with a fire ring in front and a couple of crude chairs. Hanging from the
tree limbs were some drying clothes, there was a horse staked out nearby
chomping at the grass, but most interesting of all was, as I said before,
was YOU! You didn't notice me at first and you were stark naked, leaning
back on the trunk of one of the trees in the shade. I was 30 years old
and had had to keep a secret for as long as I could remember about some
of my inner thoughts, but seeing you there, my secret took over and I
drank in the sight of you and your nakedness just like I had drunk the
trickle of water, and most of all my eyes focused on the patch of hair
around your big cock as you sat there with your legs spread and your big
balls hanging down. You were idly rubbing your hairy chest and looked to
be lost in your own thoughts. You were probably a few years older than
me, I could see the muscles and scars that proved you had earned your way
on your own, but what had my secret fluttering and my heart pounding was
your sheer masculine beauty. Your ginger hair was longish and pulled back
behind your ears, you had a scruffy red beard on a strong jaw, a nice
prominent nose, a generous mouth with thickish lips, blue eyes looking
into a distant somewhere with your thoughts, thick red eyebrows and high
cheekbones. Then your neck was strong and thick and met your wide
shoulders that bracketed your muscular chest. Your chest was pure
art--swirls of cinnamon hair covering the muscles, accentuating big
brownish nipples that looked like bullets, the hair/art curling down onto
your flat stomach and right on down, spreading around my point of
fascination. I kind of incidentally noticed the golden fuzz on your
muscular legs and that your skin was all one kind of golden tan color
developed by a ginger man who knew how to use the sun without getting
burned.

I must have gasped, because you became aware of me and sprang to your
feet with every defense up, ready to kill me, I believe, if need be. But
then I could see your fierce look soften as you realized that the man
before you was no more threatening than a rabbit, especially when he
flopped face forward into the little stream of water.

The next thing I knew I was lying on a cot inside the hut and you were
sitting beside me looking anxious and worried. You had your clean rough
clothes back on and an intense expression on your handsome face. I kind
of expected a rough voice from such a hunk of wild man, but in a cultured
voice with an Irish accent you gently asked me if I was OK, and if I knew
what had happened. At first I struggled a bit to remember, and found my
secret's fascination with the memory of your naked body almost clouding
everything out, but eventually was able to let you know why I had ended
up in trouble. You explained to me that I must have trekked a lot farther
than I was aware, because the wagon trail was nowhere near. You
apparently lived as far away from other people as you could and no one
really knew of the little oasis you had found and turned into a home. You
gave me water and helped me eat a little broth that had a gamy taste but
was delicious to my ravenous hunger.

My mind and heart were going wild as I took all of you in, you were so
beautiful and you smelled clean but with just enough of the male musk
that had always caught my attention when I had been around other men
throughout my life, not knowing why it smelled so good. Anyway I got a
clue when I realized that smelling you and seeing you was making my groin
tingle and my cock start to stiffen. I realized that some of the musk was
mine, then, because you had just pulled me from the water and put me in
your bed. I needed a bath for sure, but I also realized I was a bit
thrilled that I was naked under the thin blanket, and that you had taken
my filthy clothes off and seen all I had to show. I tried to thank you
but you would have none of it, and then I fell asleep again.

When I woke up you weren't in the hut, and suddenly I was afraid not only
of being alone in the middle of nowhere but of not ever seeing you again.
I could feel my strength coming back and I jumped off the cot and
stumbled over to the door of the hut to look for you, and there YOU were,
just by the fire circle and now your eyes were on me as I stood there
naked in the door. And your eyes weren't on my face. I realized not only
that I was naked but also that my cock was thickening even more. I am not
an ugly man, myself, nor am I poorly endowed, and I have always enjoyed
my cock, though my secret never let me use it with anyone else,
definitely not any woman, and not on a man, not in that time and place,
but my hand knew it well. You got up from the rickety chair and walked
toward me, your eyes never wavering from my now full grown cock. Neither
of us said a word as you reached toward me, and you leaned into my
armpit, sucking my funky smell into your nose, then you moved over to the
other one. Neither my secret nor my heart had ever been so alive as your
rough hands started caressing my shoulders, my chest hair and my belly.
By now you were taking your shirt off again and the smell of your arousal
was now reaching my nose and we were suddenly clutching each other to our
chests. I finished pushing your shirt down and off your arms and began
tugging at the buttons on your homespun pants. I loved that as soon as
your pants fell open I could feel the hairy package I had zeroed in on
when I first saw you, feel the heat of it, the hardness and the
incredible size and length of it and smell the scent of about-to-fuck
cock as it filled my own nose. Then I was on my knees as if I had been
doing this all my life and I was tasting you and licking you and thinking
I had died and gone to heaven, free from my secret and free to fill my
heart and soul with the massive gift of you, my first man, my first step
into knowing who I was and what I wanted to do. We got you completely
naked then and you walked me backward into the hut, we lay down on the
cot and I felt your full hairy body on top of mine, our cocks touching
and slipping against each other, the wetness of our eager precum
lubricating the way. You were nuzzling into my armpits again, and in that
beautiful Irish accent you told me how much you loved the smell of a
sweaty man, and I told you I knew what you meant. As we began moving more
vigorously together, you were also starting to sweat and your scent was
intoxicating me more. Though I was a little weak at first, strength came
from somewhere to help me meet every move you made, rub every place on
your body I could reach, and thrust my groin up into yours. Your huge
cock slipped between my legs easily with all the sweat and precum and as
you pushed back and forth into my taint I felt your cock coming closer
and closer to my virgin ass, and my secret told me I not only loved the
contact, but that I wanted to feel more, have more, open up to more.

Instinctively I parted my legs to let you in and my ass lifted up with
only one goal in mind, for you and your slippery cock to enter me. There
was no thought whatsoever about cleanliness, pain, taboos about letting
something in there, just a primal, vital, musky-smelling drive to let it
happen. We didn't even know each other's names yet, but you looked into
my eyes and I gave you every permission I could as the tip of your cock
found my hole, and with my hips knowing exactly how and when to move up
to meet you, you started moving inside. I don't know if it hurt, I don't
remember anything except the exhilaration of feeling the fullness in my
body and soul as you pushed into me. You didn't hesitate in the least,
obviously knowing more than I did about this kind of thing, but you
weren't rough or demanding, you were steady, and very big, and oh, so
very very good as you sank into what I hope was as much heaven for you as
it was for me. As you moved inside me, my cock was rubbing on your sweaty
pre-cummy washboard stomach and it felt like silk. Your beautiful belly
hair was so lovely on my cock, each hair titillating my senses and moving
me toward somewhere my hand had never taken me before. You started
licking my chest and smelly armpits as you drove in and out of me, your
mouth found mine and my tongue knew exactly how to play with yours, your
hot breath on my chin and ears felt so right, and I hoped mine was
feeling the same for you. I licked your stubbly chin and couldn't believe
how hot it felt, and you licked me back. Then you moved your mouth down
and started biting and licking my erect nipples, sending new shocks
through my already shocked body, and on your upward push I was able to do
the same to you and make you howl, even above the sensuous groans having
your cock in me was causing you to make.

I could feel the explosion building, not only in my own balls, but in the
way you were moving into me, so gently, yet so forcefully, gradually
increasing the speed and depth. What I now know to be my prostate was
thrilling to every stroke of your thick hardness, a feeling I had not
known before, and the inevitability of it all coming to a climax created
a conflict between the burning desire for it to happen and the reluctance
for it to ever stop. There was no doubt, though when it did culminate as
your cock seemed to grow even bigger and you stopped your thrust at the
deepest point in me you could find and I could feel you pouring your self
into my gut. I was there and everywhere, miraculously feeling my own cock
getting bigger, my balls drawing up, the slick hairiness of your belly
attacking the tender end of my shaft to force the flood of my cum out.
Then, as we slowly came down, we were still moving slightly, luxuriating
in the afterglow, jerking involuntarily as we continued to give each
other little pleasures, my cum lubricating our stomachs, and your cock
twitching inside me.

Well, how does one ever forget losing his virginity, especially to a man
of such dream-like proportions and beauty, not to say skill? It could
have lasted for hours for all I knew, but no matter how long it lasted,
we, total strangers to each other except for the skin-to-hairy-skin
phenomenon happening between us, were in a heaven all our own.

It would be nice to say we lived and loved like that forever, but after
we stayed with, near, and in each other for a blissful week, and knew
each other's names and stories, you helped me find my way back the
opposite way from the wagon train to the city I had left. You helped me
realize that I wasn't a recluse like yourself, and that I could survive
in the city better than in the wilderness. I also knew who I really was
now, and could more likely find other men with the "secret" and find a
way to live as I needed to.

So, dear Derry, though we are apart, you are still in me in many ways
beyond the physical, you always will be, and I hope you aren't too lonely
in your little hideaway, maybe you remember me with as much love and lust
as I remember you.

Thank you, sweet ginger Irish dream.