Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 18:46:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Xavier Fox <vidmuldx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Down at the Creek

I was running through the rows of tree, running while branches scratches my
face and my lungs. Wasn't thinking, just running. Spending the summer at my
grandparents tree farm had been miserable, with the only upside being a
nice forest to get lost in. The farther in I got the larger the trees got,
and less evenly spaced. There were plenty of nooks to hide in. Plenty of
open patches too where they'd forgotten to plant new trees. Sometimes I'd
catch a deer in the open patch, especially down by the creek. If I charged
out of the brush they'd run, so I'd find a nice shady spot where I'd sit
still and hide. The summer got hot, though, and sitting still that long I'd
get soaked with sweat. There was a creek right there, and nobody around, so
I'd strip and jump in just to cool off. Since I never brought a towel, I'd
lay on the rocky bank and sun myself dry.

A month went by and I got to thinking of the tree farm as my own. There was
plenty of help up near the house, my grandparents had livestock and kept a
couple cowhands around, but they never went into the woods. The big, gruff
men working shirtless in the field got me flushed and scared, so I'd run to
my woods. I'd strip by the banks and wait for deer to pass. I was hiding in
the shadows of a big oak, waiting as still as I could, when Paul burst out
of the woods.

Paul was the big handyman. He towered over me, and had a thick silvery pelt
covering his chest and back, arms and legs, everywhere I could see. At that
moment I could see a lot. He was wearing nothing but his shoes and cutoff
shorts. And I was buck naked. The sun was blazing, so he must not have seen
me in the shadows because he spread out a big orange towel and dropped his
shorts. His pubes were so thick and black, and his heavy cock dangled over
a pair of huge furry balls. I couldn't breath, let alone move. Didn't dare
move. Must have been twenty feet away. I could swear it was his musky scent
making my head spin. I hoped maybe he'd fall asleep and I could sneak
away. When he stretched out in the sun and closed his eyes, I still
couldn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off his thick muscles, or the way
his chest swelled with his steady breathing. Eventually I got a camp in my
leg and had to move. A twig snapped, and his eyes cracked open.

"Holy!" he shouted as he jumped up. There was nothing to do, he was caught
lounging around naked. So was I. I wanted to shrink into the dirt and
disappear. He just laughed and shrugged, caught.

"How long have you been there," he asked in his gravely voice.

"An hour." I said.

"Well shit," he said. "You found my watering hole. No need to hide there,
ain't no girls around."

Girls were the last thing on my mind. Until then my heart was beating too
fast to to anything. Now that I knew he wasn't going to yell, or chase me,
or beat me up, the blood rushed out of my chest and headed south. I didn't
dare step out of the shadows. Instead, I sat cross-legged on the short
grass by the tree.

"Don't want to get burned." I said.

He laughed and laid back down. He brought a bag, I noticed after he started
rooting through it. It was loaded with -- I wasn't sure, but he brought out
a bottle of sunscreen.

"Have some if you want," he told me, offering it if I dared step close. I
couldn't say no, and prove that I was lying. I scooted over, trying to
crab-walk so wouldn't have to stand. He caught me anyway, standing stiff
against my own will. His thick beard twisted into a deep smile, and I could
swear his red cheeks blushed a little. He looked away, which was such
relief. I considered running back to my shadow, but thought it might be
safer to stay there in the sun where I could keep my knees against my chest
and hold my rebellious parts in check.

The sunscreen got me gleaming in the sun, which I didn't like at all. Paul
stretched out beside me, but I noticed his breathing was no longer deep and
steady. My eyes couldn't help but follow the treasure trail down his belly
to the beast coming to life in his thick pubes. It writhed and grew, until
Paul rolled to his side to block my view. I held my knees to my chest,
praying he didn't notice me staring.

Lord knows how long we sat there. Long enough for me to calm down and think
about grabbing my clothes. They were on the other side of Paul, too far to
reach without standing up. Not that I dared reach across his body in any
case.

"So why do you hide out here?" he finally asked me, rolling over and making
me look at the water. "I thought you're supposed to help your grandpa."

"I do!" I insisted. We both knew it was a lie. I hadn't been much help. "I
want to, I'm just -- scared."

The words just blurted out before I could catch them. Paul sat up, the heat
rolling off him and onto me. He stared at me until I was looked deep into
his steely eyes.

"Scared of what?" he asked. I looked down at his arm, now close to mine. I
looked at how his was covered with fur while mine was hairless. How his was
meaty and dark while mine was thin and light. He saw what I was seeing and
moved his arm to cradle mine, bringing the contrast into ever sharper
focus.

"Muscle's got to be earned," he told me.

"I'm not afraid of the work," I told him.

"Then what? Are you afraid of me?"

I turned away, and he laughed openly. One meaty hand slapped my shoulder,
knocking me off balance. Without thinking, I put an arm around his waist --
my fingers slid through the thick fur above his ass, grabbing hold to his
thick thigh. I would have wrenched myself away, but his strong arm was
wrapped around my shoulder, holding me tight.

"You don't need to be scared of me," he said, looking me in the eye with
the gentlest smile. "I'm a pussycat."

He eyes were so close, pulling me in. His beard brushed against my smooth
cheek, and I felt his soft lips kiss my temple. He held me like that until
I remembered how to breath. Until my body unclenched, one joint at a
time. I looked up again into his eyes. Looked at how his thick lower lip
made a line in his beard. I leaned up and my own lips found their way past
his bushy mustache and to his own. Paul kissed me. First just a pressure
against my lips, then his thick, strong tongue worked its way passed
them. He filled me with ever deepening lunges. There was no rush as he
explored my tongue and learned the contours of my mouth. He eased his way
in, and in the swooning bliss I found myself flat on my back laid out
before him. Everything was exposed for his roving hands to inspect. My
shuddering chest, my throbbing cock. He rubbed a hand down my belly, combed
my pubes with his fingers, and took a firm grip on my manhood marveling at
how straight and tall it stood.

The world swam before me as Paul turned himself around. His pits passed by
my nose, dizzying me with his musky odor. Then his long flank filled my
vision. I couldn't see what he was doing down there. Didn't have a clue,
except that now I could run my fingers through the thick fur of his back. I
could explore his firm ass with both hands, and it made the tip of my prick
tingle with fire. Then my hot cock fell into an ocean. I would have shot
right then, except his clamped down on the base of my cock with a rough
gentleness that kept the surge from exploding. When the throbbing subsided
he eased back up -- a tingling shooting down my legs and up my spine at the
same time. He chuckled, and I could feel it vibrate though my shaft and
into the core of my being. He worked on my rod slow and rough for god knows
how long. He'd take me whole, burying his nose in my balls as I throbbed
down his throat, but he'd never give me release. I'd grab his head and try
to force him down faster, try to thrust into his waiting maw, but each try
just made him chuckle, and each chuckle shook me through and through.

Slowly, so slow that I didn't even notice at first, he worked his way
around to stretch out before me and throw my legs over his shoulders. He
sucked the salt off my balls, and when there was none left he worked
lower. Damn, I wanted to grab my cock, but he held my hands firmly in his
fists and wouldn't let go even as he nudged my ass higher in the air. He
ate my ass, and I cried out loud. That sharp tongue of his pierced me
though and through. It ducked in and out; I squirmed to get away and
managed only to spread my legs wider. Only when was good and lathered up
did he stop and crawl to my knees. Paul still held my hands, knowing I
wouldn't be able to help myself if he let them go. He stretched my arms
above my head and pressed me to the ground. That thick cock of his probed
my inner thigh, sliding though the sweat of my own pubes. I squirmed and
thrust against him as his tongue once more filled my mouth. A new scent
consumed my senses, and I realized it was my own clinging to his
beard. Paul backed off enough to look me in the eye, hold me still with his
gaze. He slipped down just the tinniest bit and his cock dropped between my
legs. The hot tip of his shaft brushed against my pulsating hole. He kept
it there, pressing against me, probing my self flesh without going further
until I was ready to scream some more.

"Don't fight me," he told me. "It'll hurt if you fight me, and I don't want
to hurt you."

I locked my legs around his waist and strained to pull him in, but he
wouldn't budge.

"I won't until you're ready," he told me, those gray eyes looking down on
me. I beat his chest, but he took my hand held my thumb in his teeth until
I stopped flailing. I twisted and turned to press him closer, but he
wouldn't move. Finally, I fell back, nearly spent. I felt my last muscle
finally relax, and that's when he began to move. It felt like a mountain
sliding into me. Confused at first, I tightened and fought against it, and
Paul backed off. I learned how to relax, and when I breathed deep again
Paul pressed against me. I could feel his sweaty thigh rub against mine. I
could feel his rough hands pinning mine down. But that primal force trying
to pierce me had to be more than just a man. I was scared. Shared
shitless. I looked deep into his eyes, steadied my breath, and stopped
fighting.

All at once Paul filled me. I groaned, because there was no room for air
with Paul inside of me. There was no room for anything but his strength an
power churning up through my belly and out through my lungs. He was
patient, filling me even more with each thrust. Swooning, possessed, he
pushed one leg down and spit me in two. He had full access to all of
me. Any part he wanted. He bit the arch of my foot sending sparks through
my body as his cock sliced me though. Then he rolled me onto my belly
without missing a stroke. Those strong hands eased me onto my knees. I
tried to grab my throbbing manhood, but he still wouldn't let me. His tempo
was quickening though. I could feel his force gathering inside me as he
pounded my ass. I could feel it like a fire building in my balls. The
slightest spark would cause an eruption. Paul pulled me up, leaning me back
as he leaned back. I felt weightless, held up only by the strength of his
cock. His beard tickled my ear as he pounded against me. His calloused hand
grabbed my rod, keeping it steady with slow even jerks until my whole body
was aflame. He erupted through me, he cry mixing with mine as I spewed a
fountain into the air. Blast after blast shot clear through me, a steady
stream of cum that I thought would drain me to a shell.

Spent, Paul eased me onto his towel, never leaving me. Those thick arms
wrapped around me, and I wasn't scared of anything. I made a pillow of his
biceps, used his fur as a blanket, and as the sun faded I was kept warm and
safe.

"I expect to get a lot of work out of you this summer," he said before we
both drifted to sleep.