A Romp Through the Woods
Poppa Wolf:
We finally crested the low ridge into the Valley of the Five Fingers. One large valley with a fair-sized river running through it. There were 5 daughter canyons each with a feeder river into the big river. Forest covered most of the terrain with open areas interspersed in the woods.
I pulled into a small clearing and looked at my cub. He breathed heavily and looked back at me. Moments go by as our eye hold each other motionless. Finally, he looked to the floor of the car and said: "I really didn't think you would give me a second chance at this."
My eyes never left his face as I said, "I have heard you have been practicing". His head shot up and looked at me Surprise written not only on his face but his whole body. Again, I held his gaze. He looked away and said "Yeah, I should have known I couldn't keep anything secrete from you Poppa".
I heard the love and respect in his voice; I reached over a hand behind his neck and pulled his face towards me. My lips touched him gingerly, and he responded with a full passionate kiss. His lips parted as my tongue slipped between mine -- I possessed his mouth with my tongue and he willingly surrendered to me. He always did!
Moments go by as we kiss. I finally force myself to break it; he whimpers with want and need. I pull back and look into his eye: "We are here for a reason." The words come out more as command then a statement.
His expression changes in an instant. He now looks determined and mischievous; my heart soars. He replies with a halve grin "Yes Poppa Wolf".
We get out of the car and looked into the woods. The mist is just rising from the ground. The sun had not yet come up over the mountains, but there was enough light to see a significant amount of leaves had changed collar. It was early Autumn. We each reached into the back seat and pull out two small backpacks. I had packed them myself. Three days rations, water, first aid kit, and some personal items. Each pack had a GPS tracker tied to the car just in case.
Across the clearing there were two fallen trees that one had fallen on the other. I took my cub's hand and we walked to the crossing point. We sat down across from each other for a moment. Just being near each other was enough. Then I said: "I'll give you halve an hour head start."
He grinned at me --again that mischievous look and grin crosses his face; gets my heart beating faster- "I said I have been practicing..."
He now has the Wolf up in me "Fine' twenty minutes!".
"Really Poppa, you think you can find me after I have been gone twenty minutes?"
He stands up, I follow we are facing each other, and his stance is all challenge. We each put on our back pack. I kiss him again, pull back, put on my evil grin and say "Fine! Ten, starting now!" I hear the beep of my wrist watch starting.
He doesn't lose a beet, he jumps over the trees we have been sitting on and takes off into the woods. My heart soars as I see him run and scamper in the woods, till I lose him in the mist. I look at my watch eight minutes to go. I walked back to the care and drank from the bottle I kept there of water.
I went back to the trunk, I was tempted to look at the tracking system. But I wanted a true chase. I had also packed the trunk of the car before my cub had woken this morning. I had enough camping equipment and food for a week. I was hoping this chase with my cub worked better than the first one. That was a disaster. But I knew from our friends he had spent the last year trying to learn and understand what I wanted. He had been training and doing good!
I was double checking the supplies. Everything was there and good. I pulled out a small combination lock box, with a magnetic strip on the back. I placed the car keys into the box, shut the door and turned the dial twice and back to zero. I placed the box under the back fender on the passenger side. We both knew the combination and where the box will be; just in case.
Safe, Sane, and Consensual... S.S.C. I was brought up with that ingrained in my being.
I kept myself busy waiting for the alarm to go off. Finally, is does!
cub:
I ran off as soon as I heard my Poppa go say "... now!". I was determined not to let the past haunt me on this chase. I had been practicing for a year, I thought in secrete; but I knew deep down I could never put anything over on my Poppa.
I ran into the mist and the woods. I stopped and saw him looking at me. I could barely see him, and doubted he could see me at all. He turned finally and walked back towards the car. I turned, hiked up my pack on my shoulders, adjusted the straps and ran off into the woods. It was a fine day to romp in the wood.
I kept running for around the first six minutes of the ten-minute head start I had. Then I slowed down and started to try and hide my trail. Making sure I didn't break any branches or twigs, ensuring if I left a boot print that is was covered up, and generally hiding my tacks as our friends had taught me.
After some time, I reached a small stream and decided to lay my first false trail. I crossed the stream and made sure that I left tracks on the other side, before I took to the trees. I left boot prints by a tree with low hanging branches, then off into the underbrush. Then backed up in my foot prints and lifted myself up into the tree.
I climbed up enough so I could reach the branch of another tree. I kept going from tree to tree in whatever direction I had to go, total randomness based on how trees grew together. Finally, I reached a small clearing, and could see up into the sky. I jumped down from the tree. Bending my knees as I hit the ground and rolled. Making sure not to crush the back pack too much.
The sun had risen some, but was just coming over the mountains. I had guesses it had been at least an hour since the ten-minutes were up, and still no sign of Poppa. I took a drink from the water I kept hanging from one of the straps of the backpack. Swished it in my mouth and swallowed -- I repeated that three more times to make sure fluid was getting into my body.
I took off the pack and finally opened it. I took stock of what I had, and knew Poppa's would be the same -- with only slight difference in the food for our personal tastes. I smiled as I noticed there were several of my favorite protein bars. I couldn't help myself and picked up the one on top.
I opened it and when I did there was a message in Poppa's hand writing saying simply "I LOVE YOU!" Gawd he knows how to get my blood hot for him -- but then again this was why they were here to get each other's blood hot for the other.
I closed the pack with my protein bar still in my mouth. I nibbled on it keeping as quiet as the wind blowing. My senses were open, I looked, I listened, I smelled, I tasted the air, and opened myself up. I knew Poppa was not close, but he was on my trail -- somehow, I knew it.
I smiled, this is a much better chase then the first time, at this point Poppa had already tracked him down and sited him once... Well he giggled and thought "not this time!" I turn around as I put my pack back onto my shoulders and adjusting it for comfort while running. I tried to sense which direction Poppa was coming from and then once making my decision I took off in the opposite direction.
I took off across the clearing. I reached the woods on the other side and ducked into the underbrush. I looked back and saw nothing. I continued jogging through the woods, keeping my strength up. I reached another clearing, and decided to leave my second misdirection. I reached the middle of the clearing and started off in a random direction, till I reach the edge of clearing, backtracked carefully in my footsteps to the middle of the clearing and started off in another random direction and did the same thing. I did this several times making track and backtrack each time. When I was done there were several tracks all looking the same leading out.
I then backtracked along the incoming steps making sure that outgoing tracks and the one incoming track all looked the same. Deep foot prints since they were overstepped once. I got back to the edge of the clearing. Jumped up into the trees again and made my way around the clearing then into the woods some twenty or thirty meters from the edge of the clearing.
I climbed up a tall tree as high as I could so I could get a look around for the best direction to go in. When I got above the canopy of the forest and the bright sun was shining down I figured we were past 10:00 am -- probably past 11:00 but I was not sure. I didn't bring a watch -- it didn't matter what time it was to me. I was having a wonderful time leading my beloved Poppa in a romp through the woods.
I scanned the area around me. Not good, I couldn't see the floor of the forest, and the tops of the trees only suggested what was underneath. Behind me I could see the clearing I had just left. There were other clearings out in the other directions as well. He could see the major river flowing through what he thought of as the palm of the Valley of the Five Fingers. Further up river he could see each tributary join the major river. Each one he could see the silver stripe flow from the opening to the finger canyons.
I knew those were dead ends and I didn't want to caught in one if I could help it. But the spot where a few of the tributaries joined the major river looked like a good spot to set up his third misdirection.
I went down back below the canopy. Still high in the tree though and decided I needed to really eat... It was a long time since they ate breakfast before dawn in the nearby town.
Poppa Wolf:
I had taken off in the direction I saw my cub go in. For the first fifteen minutes or so, his trail was easy for me to track. Then it became rather difficult -- someone had taught him to hide his tracks. I was so proud of my cub at this moment. Then I shook my head as I reached the stream.
His tracks became obvious; too obvious! But I had to follow this track to make sure if they were real or a false trail. I followed across the stream and through the woods. Finally, I came to some underbrush were his tracks had stopped. I looked puzzled at them for a moment. Then I backtracked keeping a very careful notice for any changes. Finally I noticed a spot where his incoming tracks to a tree were shallower then his outgoing tracks.
I stopped and looked at the tree... there was some low hanging branches. I noticed some bark was scraped off of one of the branches. I went over and his scent was all over the branch. He was sweeting heavily when he climbed into the tree. His sent went right to my cock. My blood was starting to simmer for him. A laughed at myself -- yeah keep saying you want him now and not moving... but his scent was intoxicating to me... even over an hour old.
I followed his marks and scent up the tree till they stopped. I looked around a bit confused. I searched the nearby trees -- till I noticed a very small broken branch on a tree that intertwined its branches with the tree I was in. I smiled -- he was leading me on a very good chase.
I took my time and followed his trail through the trees. It was taking up time and he was getting farther and farther from me every moment I had to scan the trees next to the one I was in. Trying to determine which tree he had jumped to next...
Time! Time! Time! TOO MUCH TIME!
I finally got to a clearing. I smiled as I saw where he had jumped down from the tree. I jumped close to the spot. But not to close -- I needed to see which direction he would head off in. once on the ground I took a drink of water. Not too much -- the last mouthful I swished around my mouth some, swallowed, and put the bottle back on the backpack strap.
Finally, I went over to the spot where he had landed. I looked at it carefully. He landed well and rolled to soften the impact. That was some forty-five to seventy-five minutes ago. "WOW" I thought, "He really has prepared for a long time for this". But, that was par for the course of our relationship -- we both went above and beyond what the other expected.
I saw he took off across the clearing. Not really trying hard to cover his tracks. I follow jogging as I went. And followed him through the woods. His trail led to another clearing. I followed the trail into the middle of the clearing. And then I huffed, at the center of the clearing his trail broke off into halve a dozen or so different directions.
I kneeled and looked at each trail carefully. Then I looked at the incoming trail. The all looked the same -- deep. I sat there and thought for a moment. Then smiled to myself and back tracked to the place where he came into the clearing. Again, I looked carefully at his prints...
Near another tree with low branches, I notice it. There is a spot where the boot prints are deeper in on step, and the step before are shallower. I looked back up into the tree, now knowing what he did. This time I didn't climb up this time, just following his tracks in the trees as it circled around the clearing. About twenty meters or so from where the clearing edge was I looked up and saw my cub in the tree.
I froze behind a tree and kept silent. Not even looking in his direction, but listening intently.
cub:
I finished eating. I looked around one more time, not seeing hearing or sensing anything I made my way down the tree. At the last branch, I jumped. Then he hit me. I was in midair when the impact came. I huffed out a breath from the impact, but quickly took stock of the situation. We were tumbling in the air. First me over him, then him over me -- I looked up into the face -- I laughed -- it was Poppa's face. Laughing and growling back at mine.
When we hit the ground, I was on my back, my feet planted in my Poppa's bely as I rolled on the backpack, then using momentum I kept rolling and at the right time I thrust with me legs as hard as I could. Poppa was no longer on top of me... I looked over my head and saw him continue to soar through the air, hit the ground hard, and rolled hard into a tree. I heard the air forced from his lungs in a grunt.
I continued to roll onto to my feet and started towards my beloved Poppa Wolf. I was scared I had actually injured him. But as I got closer he was laying on his side heaving in breaths. I stopped -- he took a few tentative deep breaths; Then said, "cub you will pay for that one". He had a shit eating grin on his face. His eyes were sparkling, and I could see his hardon through his pants.
I breathed in deeply a few times myself to catch my breath. Then said, "You think so Old Wolf?" I knew he hated when I called him Old Wolf -- it was always my way of challenging him. The look on his face was intense, he growled so deeply I felt it more than hear it. And I was several meters away. I thought discretion was the better part of valor and took off into the woods.
I moved quickly and fast -- as fast as I dare. I knew I always had to keep a reserve of energy for such situations. But this time I ran. Almost blindly trying to put as much distance between me and Poppa as I could. I was singing in my heart. Poppa was enjoying himself, I just hope I didn't hurt him too badly. I kept running.
Finally, I had to slow down to a jog. I need to keep moving, but I also had to slow down and catch my breath. I'm not sure how long I have been running/jogging. My mind is nothing but moving my legs and breathing. I finally stop, catching my breath and going to the water bottle.
My breathing becomes normal, my heart finally stops beating like a jack hammer in my chest. The world comes back to me. I kneel down, the stiches in my sides easing up. And then I hear it. Running water. I follow the sound to a small pool with a waterfall filling it. I stop at the edge of the water. I take off my pack and kneel to splash water on me. Trying to cool myself off -- it is well into the afternoon. The sun is more then half way between noon and the mountains around 4 or so.
It was long few hours and I needed to replenish my energy. I take another one of the protein bars out. Open it up, again to find in his handwriting "I LOVE YOU CUB!" I smile again. My heart filled with his Love. I sigh contentedly knowing I have his love and ate.
Poppa Wolf:
I lay there with my back against the tree as I watched by cub run off. Proud as a Poppa Wolf could be. I sat there and caught my breath for several moments. I knew he was getting away, but I wanted to savor in the moment that my cub had bested me. I was content and happy. I pulled the pack off my back and took some trail mix and water. Then I waited for some time before getting up and walking in the direction my cub had gone.
His trail was easily followed. He took no care in hiding it. He was trying to put as much distance as he could between us. I smiled. The path was not straight it curved and looped a couple of times. Then I heard the waterfall and the pool off to my right. Thought I needed a break so I headed towards the noise of falling water. Cautiously, I reached the edge of the woods and caught him kneeling down by the water. I silently watched as he ate a protein bar I had put in his pack. I smiled, took off my pack like he had his. And waited again. He stood and I charged. He was not in midair this time, and when I hit him with my shoulder into his diaphragm he grunted his breath out. The momentum took us over and towards the deep waters of the pool.
I take a deep breath right before we hit the water. Under the water I force my mouth onto his in a kiss. Pushed my tongue between his lips. He defends his mouth with his tongue, for the first time not surrendering. While my lips are sealed to his I blow some air into his longs. But the battle for and defense of his mouth goes on.
Above the water settles from the intrusion the ripples subside. The life of the forest goes on undisturbed by the fight going on under the water. A couple of moments go by, before we break the surface. Our lips are locked together as we shoot up and part of the way out of the water. I grabbed at his shirt as his foot plants on my chest. He pushes with his foot and the shirt rips as he pushes. My other hand grabs at the pants he is wearing. The shirt is torn off him and is floating in the water where I threw it. But I still have his pants grabbed in my other hand.
He is trying to swim away but is making not progress. Finally, he stops thrashing and looks back at me. Then he smiles, reaches down, and unbuckles his belt and unhooks his pants and then throws himself away from me shedding his pants in my hands... He is now naked except for his socks and boots. He smiles at me naked, reaches the bank of the pool grabs his pack and is off running again.
I smile to myself. His body was perfect at that moment he stopped to pick up the pack and run. The sunlight glistening off his wet skin. Even though the water is cool, my blood is boiling for my cub. I strip off my shirt leaving my pants on. I hang his pants and my shirt in the trees and go after my cub.
I am close. But the chase still goes on.
cub
As I am running I am thinking that was a close one, though the thought of making love in the pool sounded wonderful. I knew Poppa would be on my trail soon. So, I Ran. Only stopping briefly to drink and catch my breath. I Ran!!!
I try leaving false trails and backtracks but he was sure that his Poppa was not fooled much by them. As the sun sunk towards the peaks of the mountains he came to another clearing. I stopped at the edge and looked hard, I scented the air, I opened myself up, but couldn't tell where he was. In a low trot, I start to cross the clearing. I was more than three quarters of the way across when he stood up right in front of me. Grinning. Naked as me.
The look of astonishment on my face must have been priceless! Of all the places I had expected him, this was the last. He pounces, naked on top of me. We role onto the ground.
The wrestling has now begun. We fight -- I'm trying to get a way, he is trying to pin me down. We wrestle, we grab, we scratch, we hold each other. The fight goes on for what feels like hours... the stars have started to come out and neither of us notice.
He almost had me pinned and I was still struggling and desperate to get away. I finally resort to something I had never done before, even when Poppa Wolf asked. I bit into him... my teeth finding that spot on the shoulder right where it starts its upward sweep of the neck. I bite and not thinking I bit hard. I feel/taste the salty/metallic taste of Poppa's blood. He howls like a demon WOLF of old. It is full of pain, surprise, but mostly of desire.
I don't remember exactly how he did it, but the next thing I know he is on top of me, my knees hooked onto his shoulder and my arms pinned down to the ground over my head. I could feel the steel hard flesh of his cock head just at my entrance.
I saw the sanity return to his eyes, and then the Love he had for me. He smiled then and asked: "Well cub what do you want?"
I looked just as lovingly into his eyes and answered, "YOU POPPA WOLF" and as I said WOLF he thrust into me. One smooth steady motion he spread me open and had his entire 7+ inch Cock balls deep into me. I moaned "Poppa" he answered with a moan just as filled with need and desire for me as mine was for him "CUB!" as he started to slide in and out of me.
The entire day of the chase was foreplay to this moment. But Poppa was going to draw this moment out as long as he could for both of us. He started a slow steady rhythm driving me crazy because he knew I wanted it faster... it didn't matter though I was Poppa's again. My desires meant nothing to the joy I would have in pleasing HIM.
Our cries filled the evening as we made slow deliberate love. At one point, he moved his hips to a different position and thrust deep against my prostrate! I don't know how long it took but in what seemed a very fleeting moment I was orgasming from his deep forceful thrusts. I felt my seed splash onto my stomach.
His thrust came harder and quicker after I had orgasmed around his cock. I felt his heat rising even higher as he thrusts into me. I felt his beautiful cock swell right before his orgasm -- his thrusts into me become harder and faster... I cannot believe it as his frantic pace brings me to a second orgasm. His lips clamp on mine as I feel the first spurt of my cum shoot from my cock and splash both our chins.
But in that first spurt I feel his cock twitch and his hot seed filling me up. Both of us start feeding on the others orgasm. We pant and shoot, me covering both out chins, lips mouth and chest, his filling with spurt after spurt of his cum into me.
When I finally come back to my sense from one of the most intense sexual experiences I have ever had. I notice not only is it full dark, but it is dark enough to see the Milky Way Galaxy. Poppa is still on top of me. When I turn my head, I see him looking intently at my face... he blushes -- he always blushes when I catch him looking longingly at me. He takes a deep breath. Releases my arms, and sits up between my legs.
Then to my surprise he howls loud and deep as the full moon rises over the mountains. When his breath is gone... He looks down at me, takes a deep breath, I follow his lead, a moment after his deep howl fills the air my higher pitched howl matches his.
He is my Poppa Wolf, I am his cub. The world is right again...