TO THE READER: THIS IS A FANTASY. YOU KNOW IF YOU SHOULD NOT READ IT.
Lost in the Wilderness
Chapter 1
It was a cold afternoon, which I thought is rare on the desert. That morning I had dressed just in walking shorts, a short-sleeve knit shirt, and sandals because the local newspaper predicted temperatures in the 80s. Little did I know that the weather can change rapidly. A storm can come over the mountains and drop the temperature in minutes.
The day had started out nice and warm, as predicted. I had loaded up the rented Jeep with some water and a snack for lunch. I drove no more than 40 miles east of Palm Springs on the I-10, then turned north off onto a two-lane road which seemed to lead through the mountains to the high desert, and, perhaps, a valley filled with rare desert plants, like the bristle cone pine tree I had heard about. I could make out some greenery ahead, and continued though the road became one-track and unpaved. I shifted the transmission into four-wheel drive, and headed forward.
The Jeep didn't handle the road well, and soon it came to a complete, dead stop in deep sand. I tried to back out, but the wheels just spewed sand . I looked for some flat surface, like a board, to put under a wheel, hopefully to gain traction, but there was nothing. Looking around, I became aware that there was no sign of civilization anywhere near me. The greenery I had spotted was some desert shrubbery, and not a lot of it.
The road seemed to head forward, as though leading to some habitation. Maybe somebody lived nearby. I walked in deep, soft sand for about 30 minutes, but there was no sign of life, and no sign the road went forward. I looked behind me, and couldn't even see the Jeep. Oh, oh, that could be trouble. I don't want to get lost out here. Nobody knows I drove here. I didn't tell the car rental agency where I was going because I had no intention of going where I am now.
A gentle breeze had come up. When I looked back, I couldn't see my tracks through the sand more than 10 feet back. The breeze was becoming more than gentle. I looked to the left and the right, but I saw nothing that looked like a road, or civilization.
Trying to keep my direction heading back to the Jeep, I must have taken a wrong turn. After walking 30 minutes, I still couldn't see the Jeep. The wind was blowing hard now, and the temperature was dropping fast. I looked for shelter, but there was none. Thunder blasted out of the sky, soon followed by bolts of lightning in the hills around me. I knew it was not smart to be outdoors when lightning struck. I heard it often struck upright things, like people, who were not under some kind of cover.
As the lightning continued to shoot out of the sky, I heard a donkey bray. I don't know much about donkeys, other than they smell bad and are not friendly animals. At that time, I would have put up with a dozen noisy donkeys if I could share their shelter. I began to trot in the direction the sound had come from as hard rain began to fall. Behind a hill I saw a shed, just a roof, low fencing and the poles to hold it up, where several unhappy donkeys were making their unhappiness known to anyone who might be near.
Unfriendly or not, I had to take shelter with the donkeys. I climbed over the low fence which served to keep the donkeys penned up. They didn't welcome me, but I did make a friend of one when I petted his back and said some words I thought might comfort it. I stayed inside the shelter, and somewhat out of the rain until the rain stopped.
I climbed out of the pen, leaving the donkeys behind, to look for someone, anyone. I didn't see a house, but tucked back in a hill I saw what looked like a cave, with a roof over the entrance. I walked over there, calling out, "Hello. Is anybody there?" I stopped to listen, but heard no reply. I walked towards the cave, calling out again, "Is anybody there?" Again, no answer.
When I got to the entrance to the cave, I called out again, and a man's voice answered, "Stay where you are or I'll shoot."
"Don't shoot," I cried, "I'm lost, and I need some help with directions. I'm not trying to hurt you or steal from you." I stood in place with my hands up, shoulder high.
A seedy looking man came from behind me, walked around me and was pointing a shot gun at me. That was when the rain started to come down in sheets again. He beckoned me under the cave entrance's roof. He looked me over, and must have decided I was no threat. "You can drop your hands," he said. I did, and I shivered. My damp clothes were cold and clammy to my skin, and the temperature had certainly fallen rapidly.
The seedy-looking man was about my height, five feet nine inches, and had a full black beard and mustache. His clothes looked to be a very old O.D. Army shirt minus sleeves, and pants torn off above the knees. On his head was an old, worn O.D. cap. He dropped his shotgun to his side, put forward his right hand and said, "Well, I wasn't expecting company, but I owe you an apology for scaring the shit out of you. I'm Ben. My neighbors, such as they are, call me Crazy Ben. I may be for living out here in the middle of nowhere. Now, come inside and get warm. Get out of those wet clothes or you're getting to get a bad cold, or something worse."
Ben led me into his cave where a stove seemed to be the source of heat. I walked up to it and stretched, then took his advice and took off my wet clothes. I hadn't worn any underwear, so when I took off my shirt and shorts, I was naked.
Ben looked me up and down, looking twice at my uncut cock, then said, "You've got a good, lean body. You've taken good care of yourself. You'd better dry off. Here's a towel. It's a bit threadbare, but it'll do the job. I'm going to put your shirt and shorts on this line that I use for my own laundry. And, speaking of my own clothes, I got soaked like you did, and I need to get out of my wet clothes and dry off, too." He took off his shirt and shorts, revealing a well muscled, lightly furred body and a sizable cut cock. Standing near him, I could enjoy looking at his body. Maybe I looked too long, for he began to laugh.
"Look all you want, fella. I seldom have anyone here to look me over. Now, get over here by the stove, and we'll both get some heat to warm our cold bodies." We both stood near the stove, taking care not to get too close to the stove, and thus I touched him. My hand rubbed his butt. He turned and my hand touched his cock. I first looked at his cock, then looked up to apologize, but he was smiling. "Go on. Touch it again. It likes to be touched, to be held, and to do all manner of things."
I accepted the invitation and wrapped my fingers around his cut cock, enjoying the thickness. I felt his hand take my cock. We both began to move our hands up and down the other's cock. Of course, both cocks began to swell. We turned to each other and hugged. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me. I kissed back. I pushed my tongue forward and he opened his mouth to receive it. Our bodies rubbed against each other. I moaned. I always do when I feel the body of a handsome man rubbing mine.
He took me by the hand and led me to a bed. It was a regular queen-sized bed with sheets, pillows and a blanket, all made up. As I looked around, I saw that the cave had other furniture, a couch, a kitchen table with two chairs, a recliner with a reading light, and the source of our light, an overhead fixture attached to the ceiling of the cave.
He pulled the blanket and sheets back and reminded me we needed to take off our shoes. I shed my sandals easily. He sat on the bed and untied the laces of his boots, shed them and his socks, then pulled me into the bed. He lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. Our cocks rubbed, our chests rubbed, and we kissed passionately. I felt his hands rub up and down my back, paying particular attention to the cheeks of my ass. I kept my weight on my arms while rubbing our chests together.
I had gone from being wet, cold, and scared, to kissing and caressing this kind stranger who had taken me into his cave. I felt his hard cock pushing against my balls, a special treat for me. I shoved my cock into his balls, and he chuckled and said, "You knew my fantasy, fucking and being fucked by a stranger, but let's start with a little 69. He turned me around easily, as though I didn't weigh more than five pounds. I sucked in his hard cock while he sucked on mine.
Our cocks were probably each around six or seven inches long, probably about twice the thickness of a candle you'd have on the table in a fancy restaurant. His cock was pumping out sweet precum rapidly. Mine was probably doing the same thing. We both sucked up and down the cock in our mouth, licking the side and tickling that sensitive spot under the head where my foreskin joins the head, and his feels the sensation also. I was getting close to cumming, and I rolled onto my side and tapped his ass to let him know I wanted to pause.
"I'd like to feel that hard cock of yours up my ass," I said. "Do you have any condoms?" I was afraid, being out here in the wilderness that I was going to be out of luck, but I make it a rule never to fuck or be fucked without a condom.
He smiled and answered, "A boy scout learns to be prepared, and I just happen to have a package right here in the nightstand. I also have a goodly supply of lube."
He brought out the lube and the condoms. "How do you want me?" I asked.
He shook his head as though he didn't care, then said, "How are you must comfortable while being fucked? I'd like to see your face, to be able to kiss you while I'm fucking you."
"That's fine with me. I'll just roll on my back. Maybe you better put a towel under my ass." He did, and lubed me up, then raised my legs over his shoulders and put a couple of pillows under my ass, covered by the towel. I was comfortable, and in a good position for fucking.
He put his cock against my well-lubed hole and gently shoved. Nothing happened. "Sorry," I said, "I need to push out. I'm not a virgin, but I haven't been fucked in quite a while." He shoved again while I pushed out. His cock head entered with no difficulty. He paused to let me get used to his cock in my ass. There was almost no pain, so I smiled and pulled his ass toward me, driving his cock all the way inside me.
His cock hit that special place and my prostate made me jump, shoving him part way out. I smiled and pulled his ass forward again. When his cock was all the way inside me, and I could feel his thick pubic bush against my bare ass, I jiggled my ass and felt his cock rub my prostate again. He smiled and began to pull out slowly, then back in slowly. He bent forward and kissed me, rubbing my hard cock against his chest. Some of my precum rubbed off onto his chest.
We were so hot for each other that he soon began to thrust in and out rapidly, hitting my prostate often. I moaned, then cried out, "Oh, love, give me all you've got. You've got a great cock, and I'm loving every inch of it." I reached around the cheek of his ass and touched my finger to his hole. He jumped and said, "Here I cum. I'm giving you all I've got." Of course, he had me on edge, so when he thrust far forward, I lost it and came all over my chest and stomach.
Ben leaned upright while he came, then leaned down to kiss me after his last spurt of cum filled the condom. That rubbed my cum into his hairy chest. I began to wonder if I could lick it all up through the hair. He reached under my ass and removed the pillows. He wore a condom, so he didn't shoot cum up my ass that would have leaked out of my asshole. Still, I didn't know if I could keep all my cum on my chest, and not on his sheets.
Ben kept his sheathed cock in my ass until the shrinking cock just slid out of my ass. I felt empty, though pleased to have this man give me his best. When he pulled out, he rolled onto his side, next to me, and kissed me. Then he began to lick my cum off my chest. "Ummmm, tastes good. Say, I never did get your name. What is it?"
"Sorry, Ben, my name is Sydney, my mother came from Australia and named me after her home town." I reached my arm under his head, pulled him close to me and kissed him, then licked my cum off his chest. "I sure never expected to be saved by a man out in the wilderness and given such fine lovemaking. What brought you out here?"
Ben chuckled and replied, "This is my hideaway. I go out here when I need to get away from people. I can be all alone, enjoy feeding the donkeys and have quiet time for writing."
"What do you write?" I asked.
"A while back I was doing a TV series on being lost in the wilderness. I wanted to experience the wilderness for myself, so I scouted out this place. The donkeys belong to a neighbor who had to go to see to a sick mother, and I'm just taking care of him while he's gone. It's really kind of funny. I was a city boy, raised in San Francisco, worked in New York for a while, then came back to California. I needed to have a quiet place to write, and this fit the bill. When I finished the series, i kept this place. I've made some changes. You can't see the power lines that bring me all the power I need for the cave and my computer. I guess, if I wanted to, I could put a TV antenna tower on top of my hill, but I get more than enough TV when I'm in The City, San Francisco, that is. Now, what about you?"
I couldn't help it, I began to laugh, and I laughed until I couldn't any more. "I was the TV columnist for "The Chronicle" until Hearst Corporation bought it. I thought they would turn it into the rag "The Examiner" had become, so I started free-lancing. Now my stuff appears in magazines.
"I came to the desert to find a bit of peace, to straighten out my thinking, or make it `gaily correct', as a friend of mine used to say. I think I've found it now. You've given me a different outlook."
"Say, are you getting hungry? I've got some steaks in the freezer, and the barbecue just rolls out from behind that screen. There's charcoal in the cabinet. Would you like a beer, some wine?"
"No, thanks. I gave up drinking when my life had become very stressful, and it had become more important than food. If you've got it, I'd just like water."
"Coming up," Ben said, "I've got lots of water in the refrigerator. There's also some pretty good guacamole dip, and good crackers, and some baby carrots and cauliflower for dipping. That should hold us until the steaks are done. How about some roasted potatoes?
"Sure. You have everything here. It amazes me. You could easily live here all year round," I said.
"No," Ben replied. "It gets cold here, and it also gets more rain than the valley floor. It's fun to be here for a while, then I like to go to the Mexican Coast, Zihuatanejo. I've got a little house there, close to the beach. A couple takes care of it for me. It's small, just one bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. The front stays open most of the time, to catch the breeze off the ocean. You might like it. Think about it."
We talked, ate, sang Mexican songs, what little I know, and laughed a lot. Ben promised me we'd get the Jeep out of the sand with a team of donkeys the next morning.
The next morning we made love again. I topped this time, and Ben sang as I fucked him. I laughed so hard I had trouble keeping my cock up his ass. We both came, and cum was all over both of us. Ben showed me a tub of water fed by an underground stream. We bathed, then had a leisurely breakfast. Ben yoked the donkeys to pull the Jeep out of the sand. Ben showed me the road to his neighbors` house, and the easy way to get in and out of the valley. He also let me feed and pet the donkeys. They were nowhere near as antisocial as I expected. I even found the one I'd petted and made friends with. I believe he kept the others from butting me.
Ben invited me to come stay with him. Quickly I accepted the invitation, but I told him I had to check out of my hotel and tell the car rental agency where I was. I would be back in three hours.
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