Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:06:15 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: The Fishing Trip, gay / camping
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Fishing Trip
By
Wolf
There is nothing like the smell of the outdoors
in a pine forest. A blind man can appreciate the
sounds and smells. White pine has a clean smell.
Douglas fur reminds everyone of Christmas. Cedar
pin has that peppery smell of boxes and closets to
peek bugs away. The smell of wet plants near a
stream and the sound of running water is enough to
make you pee for an hour. The sound of woodpeckers
hammering heir beaks against trees echoing through
the forest is hard to mistake. The trees raise the
humidity but the altitude desiccates the air. When
you come to a high meadow you can smell the wild
onions growing in he grass. That was why Robert
drove his car to the trail head and strapped a pack on
his back.
He knew how long it would take him to climb the
mountain. He was happy to be by himself. He
deliberately picked a trail head that required hikers
to climb a dusty trail for a couple thousand feet
without water because he knew he would have the
trail pretty much to himself.
He was in no hurry. He just walked at a steady
pace. He tried to focus on the ground in front of him
because he knew that if he tried to take in
everything around him he would get dizzy. When he
reached the crest he stopped to enjoy the breeze
and eat a little food. The trail down the other side
followed a stream, as the streamed gained volume and
speed he stopped and filled his water bottle. His goal
was to reach a lake out of the way before dark.
When he reached the lake he wanted he was not
disappointed. There was no one anywhere in sight.
He followed rim of the lake to get away from the
trail. He dropped is pack and set up camp. His plan
was to sleep in the open unless it rained so he did set
up a flashlight tent for one. He gathered up some
rocks to build a wind break to shield his Coleman gas
back packing stove from the wind and to prevent
anyone on the trail from seeing his cooking fire.
There was an old log nearby that he pulled up to use
as a chair. There was a big split rock that was flat
enough that he could stand next to it and use it as a
table.
He has a good night's sleep because he was tired
and he was happy to be out where he felt the most
comfortable. When the sun peaked over the top of
the mountains to the east he got up and made his
morning meal. Then he retrieved his fishing gear
from his pack and picked the place he was going to
fish. As the sun made its trip across the shy he
moved with it to insure the sun was always in his face.
He was so intent on fishing that he didn't notice
a man coming over the crest. He didn't notice him
until he asked, "Is the fishing good?"
That startled him. He had been catching trout
and releasing them. He only planned to catch one or
two for dinner. When he recovered he told the man
the fishing was good. The man wanted to talk.
Robert studied him. He was an older man with
gray hair under a floppy hat and a gray walrus
mustache. His face was weathered giving testimony
to many years out doors. He had a sturdy body
almost robust. His gear and clothes were those of a
real outdoorsman. He was defiantly not just a
weekend hiker. His boots were well made, sturdy and
well used. He knew by looking at him that they had a
lot in common. He didn't chatter on constantly. He
felt that even though there was probably 30 years
difference in there age he could identify with this
man. They introduced themselves to each other. The
old man's name was Jake.
Robert felt obligated to invite him to join him
for lunch. When the guy accepted he gathered up his
gear and retrieved his string of trout from the water
and led the man around the lake to his camp sited.
The old man complemented him on the camp
site. He looked around and evaluated it with a critical
eye. It was sheltered from strong wind relatively
flat. The ground had a thick cushion of pine needles
to make it ideal to sleep on the ground. The cooking
area was clear of any fuel and the wind screen was
far enough away that they would not be blacked.
There was a fast moving stream fairly close by to get
fresh water from.
He cooked the fish for them and Jake shared
his food too. They found that they enjoyed each
others company. After cleaning up the cooking pans
and burying any left over food far enough away that
smells would not attract bears or any other vermin.
Te two men felt nature calling so they took a
trawl and toilet paper and hiked a good quarter mile
away from camp to relieve themselves. They stood
next to each other while they pee on a rock.
He had to check out the old man's tool. It was a
thick cock about sic inches long and his cock was
uncut. The skin was rather dark and looked stained
like wet leather had stained his skin. It reminded
him of the way the fingers of heavy smokers looked.
They selected a couple of rocks they could hang
their asses over to take a dump. They took turns
scrapping out a shallow hole to shit into. When they
were finished they buried the paper along with the
waist.
They washed their hands in the cold water of
the stream. He asked the old man what he had been
planning on doing if he hadn't come across him.
Jack said, "I have hiked up to this lake for
years because the weekend hikers don't make it out
here. 'If you had not been here I would have
probably selected the same campsite and spent a
couple of days lounging around naked."
Robert laughed because he liked to lounge
around out in the open naked too. It just felt so
wicked to defy society and run around naked. Then
he told Jack that he did the same thing when he was
out in the wild. They agreed that they had a lot in
common and agreed that they could share the camp.
Jake set up his tent next to Robert's and
spread out his ground cloth next to Robert's too.
They both left their sleeping bags rolled up incase
some crawling or walking bug wanted to get in their
bags before them. They shed their clothes and hung
them on some brush so that the sweat in the material
could dry.
Robert didn't hide his interest in Jacks body.
He was a stocky man with enough body hair to qualify
as a bear. The hair on his chest was gray too. The
pubic hair was brown but the skin all around his
crotch looked like it was stained. The knob on his
cock was completely covered by foreskin. Jack could
not miss the interest Robert was showing in his body.
Jack had been attracted to Robert from the
moment he had gotten close enough to get a good look
at him. He had not wanted to offend him by making a
pass at him. He had been willing to just have a
platonic relationship with the younger man. When he
saw the way Roberts was looking at his cock he took
it on his right hand and pulled back the foreskin to
show the younger man what his knob looked like.
Jack was not disappointed with Robert's figure
either. He was a tall lean man. His hair was sandy
color and he had the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
He had the chest of a man that had done plenty of
physical work. His body was devoid of body hair. The
legs were not as tan as his upper body. That was
evident that Robert worked outdoors with pants on
and no shirt. Of course he checked out the package.
Robert's cock was not anywhere as thick as
Jack's but what it lacked in girth was compensated
for in length. Jack would have bet the thing was at
least 10-inches long. The scrotum was hanging down
between his legs almost as far as the limp cock had
been. Robert's cock was responding to the sight of
Jack jacking off by rising to full attention.
They approached each other and wrapped their
arms around each other as they kissed. Robert was
normally clean shaven but he had a day's growth on
his face. Jack also had a day's growth but his
mustache was thick and coarse. The result was they
both felt the other's beard but Robert was being
tickled by the mustache. While they were kissing
they each took hold of the other's cock. They milked
each other until they were both fully erect.
Robert took charge because he wanted to
respect the age of the older man. They were
standing on one of the ground clothes and both
sleeping bags were still in their stuff sacks so he
used one of the of them to kneel down on as he
grasped the old man's hips and opened his mouth to
swallow the meaty cock. While he sucked the man he
used his tongue to slip under the foreskin. He could
tell by the way Jack was reacting that the man
enjoyed the way he circled the knob under the skin.
Robert placed his right hand between the old man's
legs and ran it up until his fingers reached the old
man's butt. The valley was sweaty as his finger
sought out the puckered rosebud. It had the desired
effect when he stuck his finger into the old man's
asshole. The cock swelled up filling his mouth even
more and squirted cum into his mouth with three or
four squirts. He sucked on the meat until he was sure
the old man had no more to give him before he pulled
his head back.
Jack was very pleased with the blowjob. He
dropped to his own knees before Robert and kissed
him again as if he wanted to share the load of cum he
had just deposited in his mouth. He turned Robert's
body and laid him down on the ground cloth He got
down between Robert's legs and took hold ob the
ankles and lifted his legs up until Robert rolled up
enough to lift his butt off of the ground. That
allowed Jack to lick his asshole. Robert's cock
reacted by bobbing up and down slapping his own
belly.
Jack took each testical into his mouth one at a
time and sucked on them. He tested the sack to see
just how far he could stretch the skin. When he
grasped the cock and pulled it up so that he could put
it in his mouth he was looking right at the pubic hair.
The hair was a light brown but Jack was thinking that
his pubic hair had not looked like that since he was
14. Just as he thought the only way he could put his
nose in the hair was to swallow the cock. That was no
problem he was an old hand at deep-throating cock.
He also used his finger to fuck the asshole to help
the younger man cum quicker. He swallowed
everything that was shot into his mouth. Afterwards
they just lay next to each other and talked about how
good it had been for each of them.
They did enjoy smelling each other's sweaty
body odor but they eventually decided to wash off in
the lake. They held hands as they walked over the
rocky ground to the water. They worked their way
through rocks to stay on the sandy bottom. The
water was as clear as glass and they could see the
bottom as the water rose up their bodies until it was
chest high on Jake. The water felt like they were in
ice water. They used their hands to wash the seat
off of their bodies. The cold water would rinse off
the sweaty oils but it would not remove their natural
body odor.
When they exited the water they appreciated
the warm sun. They lay on the ground cloth and sun
bathed to warm up their bodies and dry off. They
used their sleeping bag stuff sacks as pillows. They
had all of the time in the world. They told each other
all about themselves.
Jake had been raised in the small town at the
foot of the mountains. Everyone in the town either
worked for Fish and Game, Forest Service, gas
stations, motel, pharmacy, restaurants, sporting
goods store or the water district. His hero had been
a mountain man that ran a horse packing service. The
guy spent his summers packing food for hikers and
the winters measuring snow pack for the water
agency. The old man taught him everything about the
mountains and had taken his cherry by the time he
was 14.
Robert told him that he had been an athlete in
high school and his coach had encouraged him to do a
lot of mountain hiking to increase his lung capacity
and endurance. They had made arrangements for him
to work for the Forest Service during the summer
repairing trails. He was shacked up with a couple of
Rangers. They introduced him to sex in short order.
Jake asked him their names and laughed when
Robert told him their names. Jake had known both of
them well. One of them was retired now and lived in
the village. They had shared many a beer with each
other.
When they were warmed up they stated playing
with each other's cocks. They jokingly argued over
who should allow the other to fuck them. It was
decided the only way to decide was to Indian wrestle.
The positioned themselves hip to hip facing in
opposite directions. They locked arms at the elbows
and on the count of three they locked legs and the
struggle began. Robert may have been a good athlete
in school but the old man spent more time walking up
and down the mountains. He was also shorter. When
he straightened out his leg he rolled Robert onto his
back.
Robert good-naturedly prostrated himself over
his sleeping bag to elevate his ass for the old man.
Jake spit on Robert's asshole and pulled back his
foreskin before he stuck it in Robert's ass. All
Robert did was bite his lower lip and moan as the cock
entered his ass. He had been fucked many times and
his ass was stretched enough that he did enjoy it
when Jake started fucking him. When Jake climaxed
some cum got all over the stuff sack. It was only fair
that Jake assume the bottom position now.
Jake wanted it missionary style. He lay on his
back and grasped the backs of his hairy thighs with
his hand and pulled his thick legs up. Robert spit in
his hand and coated his cock with the spittle before
he positioned his body close to Jake's ass. Before he
stabbed the hole he checked out the old man's butt
again. He had never seen so much hair. He also
wondered why the skin had such a dark yellowish-
brown look. As he inserted his cock into the old hairy
asshole hairs were pulled but the old man took it
stoically. While Robert fucked him Jake took hold of
his own cock and jacked off. When Robert climaxed
in his ass he pulled out early and squirted some cum
all over Jake's scrotum and hand. That was all it took
for Jake to cum again. It was just a little cum that
landed on his hairy belly.
When they recovered they waddled down to the
waters edge and where the squatted to wash the cum
off of their bodies.
They started dinner and by the time they had
eaten and cleaned up the dishes it was getting dark.
They pulled out their bags and laid them out next to
each other. They filled their stuff sacks with
clothes to use them as pillows. They talked to each
other as the sounds changed from the day critters to
night critters. Woodpecker's noise was replaced by
owls. It was warm so they left their bags open. They
indulged in another mutual masturbation game to get
each other ready for a mutual blowjob. After resting
awhile they took turns fucking each other again.
Afterwards they shared a bag with Jake behind
Robert as they cuddled. They both enjoyed the
feeling of Jake's limp cock resting between Robert's
cum filled ass cheeks.
In the morning they fucked each other again
before spending the day eating and fishing between
more blowjobs and ass fucking each other. They had
one more night of sex before they broke camp and
scattered the rocks and doing what they could to
return the area to a natural state. They came out of
the mountain together. It turned out that Jake had
parked at the same trail head for the same reason.
They had dinner together in the local
restaurant together before parting company. When
Robert asked about the stained skin, Jake laughed.
It turned out that Jake preferred to wear leather
pants without underwear. Before they left the
dinner the old Ranger came in and Robert recognized
him. They made a quick trip to his cabin so the three
of them could renew relationships before Robert had
to return to the city.
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