A Recline in the Glade By Robert S. Costic
Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
Nate and Timmy reclined on the small glade alongside a stream. The warm sunlight that pierced through the tree canopy speckled the soil and the embracing men. If they had looked they could have seen the great, snow-capped mountains towering in the distance. They had been hiking through this remote part of woods; ravenous for each other and desiring a break they lay and embraced. Their mouths opened, their tongues touched, they shared each other's saliva.
A red fox scampered nearby. It glanced at the men and smelled the food in the large backpacks they had set beside them. But Nate and Timmy were so mesmerized by each other that they did not notice the creature. Nate, fully reclined on the ground, let Timmy climb halfway on top of him, their legs intertwined, and unzip his pants. Timmy pulled Nate's dick out and yanked on it, letting the uncircumcised skin glide up and down the shaft.
A herd of deer, twelve in all, consisting of mothers and their fawn, entered the glade and nibbled on the grass. One even nuzzled Nate's hair. But the men didn't notice, because Timmy was busy giving Nate a blowjob. Nate's dick had stiffened into a straight rod, and Timmy had taken it so the head pressed against the inside of Timmy's cheek. Nate flexed his buttocks and casually pumped his dick, absorbing the feel of it against the warm, moist, elastic skin.
A bald eagle resting on a tree branch high above the men took a shit. The white liquid discharge plummeted and hit Timmy in the back of the head. But the men didn't notice. Nate rolled Timmy over, so Timmy now lay on his back, and Nate face-fucked him, hitting the back of Timmy's throat so aggressively that Timmy sometimes gagged and gargled. By now Timmy had taken his own stiff dick out of his pants and jacked it.
Two male grizzly bears approached and attacked each other beside the stream. The two bears stood on their hind legs, they breathed heavily, their jaws interlocked, their front paws swiped at each other, and they stumbled about like this, sometimes creating splashes in the stream. But the men didn't notice. Nate rolled Timmy over, so that his backside faced the heavens, and pulled Timmy's pants down to exposed his firm, curved buttocks. Nate pressed his saliva-soaked, stiff dick against Timmy's sphincter and broke through into the inside of his ass.
Numerous other animals crossed the glade, including marmots, cottontail rabbits, squirrels, and deer mice. The bald eagle, suffering from a bout of indigestion, took another shit, which splattered across Nate's back. But the men didn't notice any of that. Nate was busy fucking Timmy, his pelvis slapped against Timmy's buttocks while Timmy groaned with relish.
Many of the animals, including the fox, the deer, the marmots, rabbits, squirrels, and mice, disappeared as a pack of wolves ran through the glade looking for their next kill. One of them jumped over the lovemaking couple, and in the same moment the bald eagle swooped down to try to grab its own prey. But the men didn't notice. Nate, close to climaxing, pulled his dick out of Timmy's ass and jacked it off in front of Timmy's face until he spurted copious amounts of the pearly liquid on Timmy's tongue. Timmy rose up and locked tongues with Nate, sharing some cum with him.
A herd of bison sauntered into the glade, making sure to keep a conspicuous distance from the grizzly bears that still fought at the stream, and collectively took a nap on the ground. The red fox also returned and managed to sneak into one of the backpacks. But the men didn't notice. Nate went down on Timmy and sucked his dick while massaging his now-sensitive, red sphincter with his fingers. Timmy's eyes rolled to the back of his head. The veins of his dick throbbed. His body shook from the intensity of the sensations he experienced.
The two bears that had formerly been fighting each other found their match interrupted by the wolves. The wolves had returned and were now attacking the bears, and the bears confronted the affront by roaring, swatting, and biting them. But the men didn't notice. As Timmy drew close to his own climax Nate pushed his own pants down and squatted right on Nate's dick, enveloping it with ease so his sphincter pressed right against Timmy's balls. Timmy climaxed and sprayed Nate's bowels with cum.
A sasquatch wandered into the glade and saw Nate and Timmy make love. It became aroused, and its large penis grew and extended itself forth from its furry lower body. Zig-zagging left and right to make its way around the bison, it approached the men and tried to join in, caressing Nate's back with its furry hand, but before any more could come of it the sasquatch was jumped from behind by a wolf. It rolled around on the ground with the wolf in a deadly embrace, fighting wildly to dislodge itself and escape. But the men didn't notice. Once Timmy had shot the last of his cum into Nate, Nate shuffled over and sat on Timmy's face. Nate's asshole gaped open, and as the cum leaked out Timmy lapped it up and stuck his tongue inside the hole, eager to get every last drop.
At last the men, satiated and drained of their sexual energy, looked around them. They saw the bears and the sasquatch fighting the wolves and the bison sleeping on the glade. Maybe this isn't the safest place to stay, they thought, so they dressed, grabbed their backpacks, and discreetly made their way back onto the hiking trail, unaware that one of them carried a hiding red fox.