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A SHOCKING SITUATION
By
Greylock Writer
Some people don't like surprises. I used to be that way, following the straight and narrow. Now? I revel in the unexpected. What's there to lose? Sit back and enjoy what comes your way. Unexpected pleasure may be all around.
Like the summer I turned twenty-one and busted my balls in a sawmill tucked into the hills of the Appalachian Piedmont. My damn dick stayed at least half hard all every day working alongside the other young studs who had chiseled their bodies to wet dream perfection by handling big lumber all day long. With their naked torsos, trickles of sweat glistened on marbled pecs or slid down delicious wide backs into the sweet cracks of their hot asses.
I was sweaty all the time, too. And I was horny every waking moment. Most of the time I stunk like a pig, cause I jerked off every chance I got and my spunk and my sweat gave me a ripe old odor. Attracted a few of those hot dudes, too. But I was too damned scared to fool around with them.
I tried to reason with myself. "Kendall you need to reach out and grab life!" However, apparently, I wasn't listening.
But then I got off on my own and this incident happened as I hiked a ridge of the Appalachian Trail in the Great Smokies. I'd climbed in heavy woods when I came out onto a wide beautiful cobble, an outcropping of rock near the peak of the mountain I was crossing. The view to the tiny village in the valley below was breathtaking. It was even more spectacular because cumulus clouds billowed up and a single shaft of light beamed down to spotlight the hamlet.
I unhitched my backpack and set it down. My eyes were on the village but my thoughts were in my crotch. If I stripped off my clothes might someone below with a pair of binoculars spy me and get off as I did? That hot idea got me hard in a second. Man, it was great to be all alone and lost in the wilderness!
But before I could remove a stitch a voice yelled, "Hello!" The call echoed down the cliff into the valley. It came from a big man crossing the rocks from the opposite side. He had a big scowl marring his handsome face as he approached. His dark green, piercing eyes looked at me sharply as I froze in place.
"Get back," he cautioned. "It's dangerous!"
Just then, lightning burst from the thunderheads and struck a metal pole in the cobble right between us. "C'mon," he called and directed me along the slope to a small opening in the rock. We reached the dent it wasn't quite a cave at the same time.
"Home base," he laughed as I surveyed a smattering of tools and boxes. "I stash stuff here while I'm out chipping rock. When a storm brews, I head back for cover."
Cal was a geologist surveying area minerals in a post-doc project. Clearly, he did as much scrambling in the mountains as I did. He was in his late twenties and really built. He had broad shoulders tapering to a slim waste. His thighs seemed massive.
"I study changes induced by the electrical charges of the lightning," he explained as we huddled in the cave. The metal pole in the cobble was a lightning rod he planted to draw lightning bolts. Seemed a bit dangerous to me.
He had a considerable pole hanging down the left leg of his trousers that looked just as dangerous. I hoped to find out if it was a lightning rod, too.
Big drops of rain started falling intermittently. Then hailstones the size of grapes started bouncing off the rocks. Another blue-white bolt of lightning flashed followed by a resounding clap of thunder that jumped right into my throat. For the first time I could remember, a storm scared me and I shivered.
Cal threw an arm around me. "It's okay," he said. "The rod will take the heat." I snuggled into him and felt his hard rod poke at my backside. I turned to look at his green eyes, a smoky jade in the heavy downpour. He tilted his head and smiled a crooked smile, almost as if he were apologizing for getting excited in the storm. The fact that he was stimulated, not fearful, both calmed and excited me. He squeezed me tighter and I could feel his hot breath on my wet neck. Still, we said nothing.
When lightning flashed next, it struck far down the mountain but I used the chance to strike at Cal anyway. I grabbed him around the neck and pressed my cheek next to his. His lips swept my cheek and neck and then landed hard upon mine. His kiss widened from a chaste peck of comfort to one of outright passion. We embraced and kissed long and hard. Our tongues and lips and teeth were anxious with desire. We swapped saliva, tongues and tiny bites with increasing passion.
There was an electric charge in the air. Our kisses gave off tiny sparks. My lips moved down his chin and throat as I tore at the buttons of his flannel shirt. I opened his shirt. The heavy hair around his nipples stood on end. My tongue swirled through that hair and I used my whole mouth to suck on his hard nipples. My teeth nibbled on his flesh and sparks flew again. We were both buzzing in the heavy air.
My shirt was off and Cal had loosened my belt and pulled my pants down. His rough hands found my stiff prick and caressed it. He rubbed it like a boy scout rubbing sticks together to make fire.
"Nice piece," he said as he bent to kiss it. Lightning struck the rod again. He took my cock in his mouth and stroked it up and down. More small shocks hit my dick. The wet pressure of his lips and tongue was amazing, I thought my cock would explode.
I positioned myself to take his fat dick in my mouth, too. As I did, he rubbed his mouth down to my balls. He lashed his tongue at my nuts as the rain and hail hit us. His mouth moved lower kissing my ridge between my balls and ass pucker.
Then his tongue was at my lovehole. He swirled in around the fleshy folds of my opening. He nipped at my hole and more sparks flew. "Oh, God! Fuck me with your tongue," I cried. "Stick it in there." He obliged. "Deeper," I yelled over the roar of the storm. "Work that hot tongue up my asshole."
He poked it in and out, deeper and deeper opening me up until I wanted more than his tongue. My hole was flexing with anticipation. "Dick me, man," I ordered. "I want your fat prick shoved deep in my ass."
"You've got it," Cal said. "But first, I want to make sure we're connected."
Damn it, I thought, why was he taking time to play geologist? I needed him hard and inside me now. I needed him ramming me. Now. I needed to feel that pole pumping in an out of me. Now. I needed his prick hammering me hard and fast.
He rummaged among his equipment. At last he found a small machine. "Galvanometer," he explained. "It tests electric current." It was specially fitted with a probe he stuck in the ground and four leads, instead of the usual two, running to four oversized alligator clips with padding in their teeth.
Cal clamped one clip on his right nipple and one on his ball sac. Then he did the same with me. There was some pain from the clips, but the excitement had my cock bigger and harder than it had ever been. I struggled to keep from shooting.
Cal swished his tongue around my asslips again to make sure I was prepped and ready. I almost fainted. I wasn't used to being fucked. And I wasn't used to this much stimulation. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders. His big cockhead hit my ass ring and forced it open. "Now," I gasped as he started pushing in, inch by inch, popping past my sphincter until his dick tip found my prostate. "Oh, baby, fuck me hard! Bring it, fucker!"
Lightning struck the rod out on the cobble. The current ran through the rocks into Cal's little machine and gave us a jolt. It hit our rocks and our nipples. I felt a shock and my sphincter ring tightened gripping the hot cock up my ass in an ever tighter vise. I let out a yip. Another loud strike hit a hundred feet away and the jolt buzzed through us.
"Shit," I said. "This is wild."
Cal slammed into me over and over. He slapped my ass. Lightning struck. We got another jolt. My ass ring tightened again. My body was trembling. Every time his pubes hit my ass I felt another spark. We were closing the circuit.
Cal's got more passionate as his tongue punched around my mouth in a flood of vigorous wet kisses.
Rain splattered everywhere. And then lightning struck again. And again. And again! Each time Cal jolted into me harder and deeper and sparks flew. I couldn't breathe. He had a big hand around my cock and was fisting it as hard and as fast as he fucked me. I was at the edge of cumming, but somehow it was like the electric charges shortcircuited my trigger and I couldn't blow my load.
Two strikes in a row hit. Thunder rolled and rolled. The tingle built. "I'm going to do it," Cal snarled. "You want me to cum in you?"
"Yes," I grunted as more shocks hit my balls and nipples. "Fill me up." I felt like a cattle prod was discharging up my ass. I was shaking hard. I reached back and felt his balls drawn up tight. I squeezed them as hard as I could. "Shoot, man. Give me all the spunk you've got."
The next blue bolt of lightning struck. So did Cal. I felt his cock strain, then spasm as his hot cum gushed into me. My guts were flooded with wet heat. Cal kept pumping that big dick in and out and his fiery fluid carried the electric charge far up inside me.
"Watch out. Here comes," I groaned as his hand flew along my prick. My first spurt jumped over my head. The next one struck my cheek, then my mouth. I kept shooting until my load left a thick trail from my head to my belly.
Another lighting strike sent new sparks between us. "Ouch," I shouted. They became more pain than pleasure once our orgasms subsided.
Cal laughed. He unhooked the alligator clips. Then he kissed up the track of cum, sucking up the jizz the rain hadn't washed away. We shared my spunk as we kissed again and he held me.
The thunder and lightning slacked off but the rain continued. "C'mon," he said. "There's a shelter a mile down the trail."
I tied my clothes onto my backpack, hoisted it up and walked bare-assed to the small cabin. We built a fire and dried our clothes. I couldn't eat -- at least not the food stowed in the shelter -- and we didn't get much sleep on the rough makeshift bed.
The next morning we hiked off in opposite directions, Cal to chip rocks, me to get my rocks off if the opportunity came my way. But back at the sawmill, I found his business card in my backpack with a telephone number and an email address. "To share more experiences with some rocks, just contact me a day or two ahead."
Now, I scan the weather reports looking for any forecasts of future storms. Cal and I just might need to do a little more collaborative scientific research.
So, if it starts to drizzle and you see someone smiling a goofy grin in the rain, don't be afraid to approach. Adventure awaits. Lightning may strike and you might learn to love it.
Copywright Greylock Writer 2021