Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 11:15:30 -0700
From: Marcus D <pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Windfort Resort Chpt 7 Hiking On

Warning... this story contains depictions of gay sex and could be offensive
to some, if this subject offends you, stop reading now.  If you are not
supposed to read this, don't.  Either way, be responsible.  Thanks, Marcus

The Windfort Resort
Chapter 7:  Hiking On

After breakfast we made love again, filling each other with a health load of
morning cum then laying under the blue sky holding each other close as the
sun warmed the day.  About midmorning we finally packed up and were underway
for our planned hike.  We wanted to make it to Beatle River by night fall.
Our plan was to hike over to Blackberry Knoll then down to the river.  The
trails we would be on were within the state forest so we donned long
t-shirts to wear while hiking the trails.

The morning was still crisp and moist as we made our way through a rough
cutover trail to hook up with the 4516 trail that would take us up to the
knoll.  We hiked silently through the forest.  We both had an unspoken
respect for the age and wisdom this section of the forest had.  Huge silver
firs with their thick bark towered above us.  Fallen trees shrouded with
moss and ferns were new homes to smaller trees and squirrels, as they became
new life.

We hiked through a section of blow-downs from years ago, where new hemlocks
and firs were now taller than us, reaching for the sky above.  It is the
perfect harmony of nature. At a switchback in the trail we stopped and
looked back down at the landscape below us.   The shear beauty of natures
balance had us both mesmerized as we took in the powerful beauty before us.

About ten minutes later, without saying a word, we both just started walking
on.  It was like we had absorbed this balance into ourselves and knew each
other too well.  When we made it to the top of the next rise we stopped for
a water break while resting on a fallen tree.  As we sat there Brad leaned
into me, kissed me, and smiled.

Again, without saying anything we continued on.  The trail did another turn
and continued around the mountain to a point were it switched back.  There
just twenty feet off the trail was an awesome view of the valley below.

"How about lunch?" I said, finally breaking our silence.

"Sounds great, what did Pat pack us for today?"  Brad said, knowing good and
well it was another vegetarian meal he would have to suffer through.

"I believe we have bread, cheese, and grapes for lunch today.  Oh, and here
is some carnage in a bag for the wolf." I said as I tossed him a package of
jerky.

Making growling and howling sounds he tore into the bag a little too
rambunctiously, spilling part of it on the ground.  "Ah gud... dis ir man
food... dusted with earth... gud for man" he said in using a mock caveman
accent.

"Great, next you will be beating your chest and hanging from the trees."  I
laughed as I tore off a chunk of bread and tossed it to him.

Catching it with his right hand he pulled up his t-shirt exposing his
beautiful cock, hard and straight as an arrow pointing toward the sky.  "No
but I may start beating some meat... see what the word 'jerkey' does for me"
he said smiling then dropped his t-shirt and continued eating.

Just the sight of his cock made mine start to grow.  I was about to suggest
we do something about our growing concerns when a couple guys walked up the
trail from the other direction.

"Awesome view.  Is that Mt Hood I see over there?"  The first one said as he
stopped just six feet from where we were eating.

Before answering him the second one saw us sitting there and smiled.  "Hi,
sorry to interrupt your lunch.  Such a wonderful view you have here.  Let's
eat lunch here too!"

The first one took off his pack and sat down, still captivated by the view
before him.  The second one continued our conversation.  "My name is Joel,
this is my friend Larry.  Thanks for sharing this spot.  It is awesome!"
Larry chimed in agreeing and we shook hands.

"My name is Brian, and this is my partner Brad."  I said, just to scope out
their response and to see if I could get a rise out of Brad, which of course
didn't work as he was checking out the package Joel had brought with him in
his shorts.  Joel and Larry pulled out their lunch and settled in beside us.

We made small talk about the trail and how their hike was going.  They were
on day three of a weeklong hike.  Larry was a chatterbox.  I could tell he
was already getting on Brad's nerves.  I was finding it fascinating that he
could just keep talking about nothing, well mostly.  His chattering was
interrupted with complaints about dust, fir needles in his socks, or the
bugs.  He must have applied enough bug lotion while eating his lunch to kill
himself.  After about an hour together we learned far too much about our
visitors.  They had just met several weeks ago and were on their first trip
together.  I can usually get along with most anyone, but was finding Larry
to be someone who should not be out in nature.  By the time we said our good
byes I was feeling sorry for Joel, he seemed like a nice fellow, too
consumed by Larry.

Relieved to be alone we continued on up toward the Knoll.  When we got there
the view was better than we expected.  The panoramic view is more
breathtaking than I remembered.  There was just a slight breeze too.  We sat
quietly looking out over the landscape below listening to the insects
zipping through the tall grass.  Absorbed by the peace of the mountain top
we just laid there becoming part of it.

We had been at the knoll for about an hour when voices ripped into our
silence again.   Well or should I say 'a single voice'.  Brad looked over at
me and smiled just as Larry flopped down his pack just six feet from us and
pulled out more bug spray.  Joel appeared about a minute later, his eyes
transfixed on the view of the valley below us.  Then he smiled when he
noticed us laying in the tall grass.

Larry started off on a monologue about insects and dust, causing Joel to
frown then interrupt.  "Larry, I think we have invaded the space of our
friends again."

Larry looked baffled, and then noticed us.  As if we were long lost friends
he had a new subject for his one-man show.  He went on and on about how much
of a coincidence it was to run into us again in the middle of this vast
wilderness... eventually he slowed down enough to announce that he had to
answer natures call.  Pulling a huge bag of supplies from his pack, Larry
took off back down the trail leaving us in a void of silence.

After breathing it in for a moment, Brad invited Joel to sit with us.  He
took off his pack and sat down to absorb the view below us.  Brad looked
over to me and smiled as we continued to be captivated by what appeared to
be a well-endowed new friend.

"I apologize for Larry" Joel said, sounding a bit exhausted by him.  "He
means well, but this hike was probably not a good idea."

"Don't worry about it" Brad chirped in as he laid back with his hands behind
his head.  "Not everyone understands nature, but everyone should experience
it."

I watched as Joel's eyes followed Brad's long tan legs up to his equally tan
thighs and the edge of his t-shirt that just barely covered his cock and
balls.  Joel blushed when he noticed me watching him check out my friend.  I
just smiled and laid back as well.

"Since you seem to be following us, would you and Larry like to join us for
dinner tonight?"  I said, feeling a little pitty for this guy stuck in the
middle of the wilderness with Larry.

Before he had a chance to answer, Larry reappeared, swatting bugs away from
his face.  "What I wouldn't do for a real bathroom and a shower" he said
tucking the stuff back into his backpack and pulling out the bug spray
again.

"You know Larry, it is not good for you to put so much bug spray on. "  I
said.

"Oh it's safe, I was very careful to purchase some that is environmentally
friendly" he chimed in with a great deal of pride in his voice.

"Unless your a bug" Brad said, getting up.  "Would you two like to continue
with us down to the Beatle River to camp tonight?"

Without consulting Larry, Joel heartily agreed.  We all grabbed our packs
and started down the trail toward the river.  The hike down was much
quieter.  I think Larry was getting tired, but insisted on being at the head
of the line.  So Joel hung back with me.  We chatted a bit, but I could tell
he was much more interested in observing the nature around us.

When we got to the river Brad lead us off the trail and across a wide rocky
portion to a clearing on the other side.  We had camped here before and
liked the secluded location as well as it's proximity to a nice swimming
hole.  It was mid-afternoon so the sun was still high enough in the sky so
the camp was bathed in it's warm light.  We took off our packs and without
even thinking peeled off our t-shirts allowing the sun to warm our shrouded
skin again.  Brad then took off to gather firewood in the forest, leaving me
with Joel and Larry.  For once Larry was speechless, and extremely uncertain
of what to do or say.    Joel just smiled and then continued unpacking.

Before long we had a nice fire going and a night's supply of wood to keep us
going.  Joel and Larry had their tent up and were inside talking.  I could
tell from the conversation that Larry was very uncomfortable with our
nudity, and it appeared Joel was intrigued.

Brad came back with a final load of wood and squatted down beside me as I
poked at the fire.  "How about a swim?"

"Sure, that sounds great." I said.  We got up and I walked over to the tent.
  "Guys, we are going down for a swim, come join us if you want when your
done."  Joel chimed back 'thanks' as we headed down toward the far end of
the clearing.  The swimming hole was perfect.  In full sun the winter
currents had not changed it much at all.  Cautiously we stepped into the
pool to make sure there were no hidden rocks before Brad climbed up on a
large one and started diving in.  I swam around a little and then climbed
out onto a flat stone and lay in the sun.  Every now and then getting
sprayed with water when Brad did a cannonball plunge.

About thirty minutes later Joel and Larry appeared, and much to our surprise
Joel was completely naked.  Larry, donning a bathing suit, slowly inched his
way into the water until he felt the silty bottom of the pool then hurried
back out, content with just sitting on a rock and dangling his feet in.
Joel wanted to dive in so Brad pointed out the deepest area and where to
avoid diving before pushing him off the rock with a splash.  They horsed
around a while as I watched.

Joel was a well-built man, probably in is upper thirties.  Not really
muscular, but just enough body fat to make him cuddly.  His skin was smooth
and hairless, except for a brown patch of fir above his cock and shaved
balls.  I looked over at Larry who was also watching them dive into the
water.

Feeling sorry for him I rolled into the water and swam over to where he was
sitting.  "Water is cold huh?"  I said, pulling myself up on the rock next
to his.

"Just a little.  Aren't you afraid of getting bitten by something?"  He
said, very seriously.

"Not really.  The crawdads in the water are just afraid of us and their
isn't much else in these waters that is interested in taking a bite out of
us."  I said.

"What about leaches and snakes, don't they suck your blood."

"The only thing that is going to suck you here is your boyfriend Larry.
Leaches don't live in running water like this, they like calm water. "  I
chuckled.  "Did you get your tent set up?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Ya.  That is a beautiful place to camp.  Are you two setting yours up
later?"

"We don't carry a tent.  I prefer sleeping under the stars." I looked up at
the sky as the sun was beginning to settle in the west.  It would not be
long before it would start getting dark and the stars would begin to be
visible again.

"What about the bugs and animals" Larry chimed in.

"Larry, you need to relax and enjoy nature, all of it.  The bugs and
crawdads are all part of the world, just like the mountains we saw today.  I
believe we are all part of that cycle and the more we embrace it the happier
our life is."  I looked at him and he seemed to be thinking about it, so I
continued.  "That is why I am a nudist, I believe that shedding the clothing
of society allows me to be closer to the world around me, as well as each of
the people I meet as a nudist.  I have nothing to hide, no costume to
portray a false me."

He just sat there for a while thinking about it.  The guys had grown tired
of diving and were swimming over to us.

"I'm hungry" Brad said as he pulled himself up on the rock beside me and
kissed me.  I felt his tong pry open my lips as he pulled me closer to him
before he pulled away and brushed the hair out of his eyes.

"Sounds good.  I am sure Pat sent something half edible for us to eat."  I
said before we pushed ourselves up and hopped back onto the riverbank.  We
stoked up the fire when we got back to camp and pulled out our dinner.  Joel
and Larry did the same pulling out packages of freeze-dried food and a
couple of pots to cook them in.

Over dinner they ask who 'Pat' was.  After the initial shock when I told
them she was our chef, I explained about the resort and our jobs there.
Joel had a whole bunch of questions and the conversation continued as we
cleaned up.

When we were finished Brad and I rolled out our sleeping bags and we all sat
around the fire watching the night encroach upon us.  It wasn't long before
Larry began complaining about the bugs and retreated to the safety of his
tent.

Conversation with Joel was a lot easier, we found out he worked for a
company that installed office software.  I ask him questions about our
search for accounting software and we took off for an hour-long discussion.
Soon we discovered that animals would not be an issue tonight as Larry
snored so loudly they would all be running for the hills.

"Ya, I never realized it was this bad until this trip" Joel said.  We had
never slept over until now.  Usually we went back to our separate apartments
afterwards.  We couldn't help but laugh when Larry snorted a loud one that
shook the tent.

Laughing at Larry was probably not a good thing to do, but he was definitely
out of his element and had enough walls built around his soul that he was
not going to find a balance at all.  We continued to talk as we all stared
into the fire between us.

As time went on I excused myself to go answer the call of nature, grabbing a
small roll of toilet tissue, I walked off into the dark.  When I returned
about 15 minutes later I found Brad had moved over and was sitting next to
Joel.  His hand was on his thigh and they were in the middle of a passionate
kiss.  My cock began to swell as I watched them diving deeper into each
other's mouths.  Joel was moving his hands up and down Brad's back then
stopping and squeezing the top of his ass, then moving back up his back.

They broke free of their tong war and Joel began licking Brad's ear and the
side of his neck.  Brad smiled as he saw me standing there watching him.
Licking his lips he looked hungrily at my now stiff cock.

I walked over behind Joel, watching him as he bit at Brad's collarbone.  As
I stood there Brad wet his lips one more time then sucked the head of my
cock into his mouth.  The feeling of his warm cavity was blissful as it slid
deeper into him.

Realizing that I was back Joel moved down and started working Brad's right
nipple as Brad started working my cock deeper and deeper down his throat.  I
massaged his scalp as his head bobbed up and down my pole.  Joel had worked
his way around underneath me and began licking my balls for a few minutes
before licking his way down Brad's torso.

Brad moaned deeply as Joel reached the tip of his cock.  Joel began sucking
like a madman while my cock was treated to a delightful musical vibration in
Brad's throat.  The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the meadow.  The
firelight danced our shadow on the screen of the forest around us as I got
closer and closer to my own eruption.

Just as my bliss began to grow to the edge Brad let my cock slip from his
mouth and then looked up at me.  "I want to feel your hot cock inside me."
He said, a look of pleading in his eyes.

I walked over to our pack and pulled out our lube.  When I returned Brad had
moved onto his hands and knees and Joel was scooting underneath his chest
toward his cock.  Brad of course was eying Joel's pole that was moving
closer and closer to him.  I worked my lubed finger into his hole as Joel
engulfed Brad's cock again.

After greasing up my own cock I pressed my head toward his warm hole and
began playing with his rosebud.  "Just fuck me", he said, not liking my
playful attempt to flurt with his hole.  Without a second of thought I
rammed my cock all the way into his hole, the warm tunnel engulfing my rock
hard pole.  Brad moaned, almost growled, then dove onto Joel's cock.  I
began fucking him, hard, shoving deeper into him and not holding back at
all.  It wasn't long before I felt him tighten around my cock and Joel let
out a moan below us.  Brad had pulled off Joel's cock and was beating him
off with his fist as strings of cum streaked across Joel's chest.

As Brad erupted below me I shot my load deep into his longing ass.  We came
for what seemed like forever.  Sweat dripped off my forehead, dripping onto
his back.  Brad pushed himself back into my cock before he rolled over
sideways, my ass-cum coated cock slipping out of his hole and slapping onto
Joel's face.   We all laughed and I collapsed on the ground on the other
side of Joel.  We lay there catching our breath and basking in sex.

It was dark, the night sounds surrounded us as we watched the flames leap in
the fire.  Brad was the first one up, stoking the fire, building it back up
again.  Then he looked down at us.  I had began caressing Joel's thigh as we
lay there watching Brad's beautiful body.

"How about another swim?" he ask, raising his eyebrows toward us.  Without
saying anything we got up and all started walking toward the end of the
meadow again.  The firelight filtered through the trees, vaguely lighting
the rippling water as we slid into the swimming hole.

We pressed close together, kissing and fondling each other as the water
swirled around us.  Even over the sounds of the stream we could hear Larry
snoring in the tent across the meadow.  Brad turned his back toward me and
pushed his ass toward my cock again, with a little coaxing I pressed my pole
into his hole again and began fucking him one more time.  I could feel my
cum lube his hole as I pushed in deeply.  At the same time Brad had talked
Joel into laying on a rock in front of us and was about to begin eating him
out.

Joel had the most wonderfully shaped globes pointing at us.  As Brad dove
into his crack, I pushed deeply into him then leaned forward, getting a few
nibbles on his right cheek.  Brad was slurping away as I stroked in and out
of his own hole, pulling myself deeper as both my hands squeezed at his
nipples.  It was fucking wonderful watching him dine on fresh ass while I
pounded on his.

Joel's moaning was becoming more intense when Brad suggested we move toward
shore.  On the water's edge was a mossy, loamy, spot of ground, slightly
muddy, and rich with the smells of the earth, it was there that Brad pulled
Joel's ass close to him and began working his pole into Joel's well
salivated hole.  With one hand across his chest and the other grasping his
waste, Brad shoved his cock into Joel.  A moan, a gasp, and a sigh came from
both of them as Joel feel to his knees and then fell on his stomach into the
earth below.  Brad began fucking him wildly as I moved in behind and
replaced my cock in Brad.

"Oh, yes!" he moaned, all three of us in ecstasy, all three of us on the
edge.   It wasn't long before we all came again, almost simultaneously, but
definitely euphorically.  I rolled off Brad into the mossy mud beside Joel.
Exhausted we lay there petting and kissing again, just like we had started
earlier in the water.

I was almost asleep when I heard Brad's cock slip out of Joel and he laid on
the ground between us, kissing me deeply, then kissing Joel again.  We all
fell asleep.

It was early the next morning.  We were awaken by the sounds of snoring and
the coldness of the morning dew around us.  Covered with mud and cum, we all
jumped into the stream and washed off.  Joel thanked us with a dual blow-job
as we sat on the rocks by the stream.  We re-stoked the fire and made
coffee.  About eight Brad and I gathered our things together.  Larry was
still snoring away in the tent as we exchanged e-mail addresses with Joel
and invited him to visit anytime.  After kissing him goodbye we started back
toward the resort.

Thanks for reading, if you have comments, please feel free to send me a
note.  More adventures will follow... pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com