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Fishing Trip
By
Wolf
There is nothing like the smell of the outdoors in a pine forest. A blind man can appreciate the sounds and smells. White pine has a clean smell. Douglas fur reminds everyone of Christmas. Cedar pin has that peppery smell of boxes and closets to peek bugs away. The smell of wet plants near a stream and the sound of running water is enough to make you pee for an hour. The sound of woodpeckers hammering heir beaks against trees echoing through the forest is hard to mistake. The trees raise the humidity but the altitude desiccates the air. When you come to a high meadow you can smell the wild onions growing in he grass. That was why Robert drove his car to the trail head and strapped a pack on his back.
He knew how long it would take him to climb the mountain. He was happy to be by himself. He deliberately picked a trail head that required hikers to climb a dusty trail for a couple thousand feet without water because he knew he would have the trail pretty much to himself.
He was in no hurry. He just walked at a steady pace. He tried to focus on the ground in front of him because he knew that if he tried to take in everything around him he would get dizzy. When he reached the crest he stopped to enjoy the breeze and eat a little food. The trail down the other side followed a stream, as the streamed gained volume and speed he stopped and filled his water bottle. His goal was to reach a lake out of the way before dark.
When he reached the lake he wanted he was not disappointed. There was no one anywhere in sight. He followed rim of the lake to get away from the trail. He dropped is pack and set up camp. His plan was to sleep in the open unless it rained so he did set up a flashlight tent for one. He gathered up some rocks to build a wind break to shield his Coleman gas back packing stove from the wind and to prevent anyone on the trail from seeing his cooking fire. There was an old log nearby that he pulled up to use as a chair. There was a big split rock that was flat enough that he could stand next to it and use it as a table.
He has a good night's sleep because he was tired and he was happy to be out where he felt the most comfortable. When the sun peaked over the top of the mountains to the east he got up and made his morning meal. Then he retrieved his fishing gear from his pack and picked the place he was going to fish. As the sun made its trip across the shy he moved with it to insure the sun was always in his face.
He was so intent on fishing that he didn't notice a man coming over the crest. He didn't notice him until he asked, "Is the fishing good?"
That startled him. He had been catching trout and releasing them. He only planned to catch one or two for dinner. When he recovered he told the man the fishing was good. The man wanted to talk.
Robert studied him. He was an older man with gray hair under a floppy hat and a gray walrus mustache. His face was weathered giving testimony to many years out doors. He had a sturdy body almost robust. His gear and clothes were those of a real outdoorsman. He was defiantly not just a weekend hiker. His boots were well made, sturdy and well used. He knew by looking at him that they had a lot in common. He didn't chatter on constantly. He felt that even though there was probably 30 years difference in there age he could identify with this man. They introduced themselves to each other. The old man's name was Jake.
Robert felt obligated to invite him to join him for lunch. When the guy accepted he gathered up his gear and retrieved his string of trout from the water and led the man around the lake to his camp sited.
The old man complemented him on the camp site. He looked around and evaluated it with a critical eye. It was sheltered from strong wind relatively flat. The ground had a thick cushion of pine needles to make it ideal to sleep on the ground. The cooking area was clear of any fuel and the wind screen was far enough away that they would not be blacked. There was a fast moving stream fairly close by to get fresh water from.
He cooked the fish for them and Jake shared his food too. They found that they enjoyed each others company. After cleaning up the cooking pans and burying any left over food far enough away that smells would not attract bears or any other vermin.
Te two men felt nature calling so they took a trawl and toilet paper and hiked a good quarter mile away from camp to relieve themselves. They stood next to each other while they pee on a rock.
He had to check out the old man's tool. It was a thick cock about sic inches long and his cock was uncut. The skin was rather dark and looked stained like wet leather had stained his skin. It reminded him of the way the fingers of heavy smokers looked.
They selected a couple of rocks they could hang their asses over to take a dump. They took turns scrapping out a shallow hole to shit into. When they were finished they buried the paper along with the waist.
They washed their hands in the cold water of the stream. He asked the old man what he had been planning on doing if he hadn't come across him.
Jack said, "I have hiked up to this lake for years because the weekend hikers don't make it out here. 'If you had not been here I would have probably selected the same campsite and spent a couple of days lounging around naked."
Robert laughed because he liked to lounge around out in the open naked too. It just felt so wicked to defy society and run around naked. Then he told Jack that he did the same thing when he was out in the wild. They agreed that they had a lot in common and agreed that they could share the camp.
Jake set up his tent next to Robert's and spread out his ground cloth next to Robert's too. They both left their sleeping bags rolled up incase some crawling or walking bug wanted to get in their bags before them. They shed their clothes and hung them on some brush so that the sweat in the material could dry.
Robert didn't hide his interest in Jacks body. He was a stocky man with enough body hair to qualify as a bear. The hair on his chest was gray too. The pubic hair was brown but the skin all around his crotch looked like it was stained. The knob on his cock was completely covered by foreskin. Jack could not miss the interest Robert was showing in his body.
Jack had been attracted to Robert from the moment he had gotten close enough to get a good look at him. He had not wanted to offend him by making a pass at him. He had been willing to just have a platonic relationship with the younger man. When he saw the way Roberts was looking at his cock he took it on his right hand and pulled back the foreskin to show the younger man what his knob looked like.
Jack was not disappointed with Robert's figure either. He was a tall lean man. His hair was sandy color and he had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He had the chest of a man that had done plenty of physical work. His body was devoid of body hair. The legs were not as tan as his upper body. That was evident that Robert worked outdoors with pants on and no shirt. Of course he checked out the package.
Robert's cock was not anywhere as thick as Jack's but what it lacked in girth was compensated for in length. Jack would have bet the thing was at least 10-inches long. The scrotum was hanging down between his legs almost as far as the limp cock had been. Robert's cock was responding to the sight of Jack jacking off by rising to full attention.
They approached each other and wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed. Robert was normally clean shaven but he had a day's growth on his face. Jack also had a day's growth but his mustache was thick and coarse. The result was they both felt the other's beard but Robert was being tickled by the mustache. While they were kissing they each took hold of the other's cock. They milked each other until they were both fully erect.
Robert took charge because he wanted to respect the age of the older man. They were standing on one of the ground clothes and both sleeping bags were still in their stuff sacks so he used one of the of them to kneel down on as he grasped the old man's hips and opened his mouth to swallow the meaty cock. While he sucked the man he used his tongue to slip under the foreskin. He could tell by the way Jack was reacting that the man enjoyed the way he circled the knob under the skin. Robert placed his right hand between the old man's legs and ran it up until his fingers reached the old man's butt. The valley was sweaty as his finger sought out the puckered rosebud. It had the desired effect when he stuck his finger into the old man's asshole. The cock swelled up filling his mouth even more and squirted cum into his mouth with three or four squirts. He sucked on the meat until he was sure the old man had no more to give him before he pulled his head back.
Jack was very pleased with the blowjob. He dropped to his own knees before Robert and kissed him again as if he wanted to share the load of cum he had just deposited in his mouth. He turned Robert's body and laid him down on the ground cloth He got down between Robert's legs and took hold ob the ankles and lifted his legs up until Robert rolled up enough to lift his butt off of the ground. That allowed Jack to lick his asshole. Robert's cock reacted by bobbing up and down slapping his own belly.
Jack took each testical into his mouth one at a time and sucked on them. He tested the sack to see just how far he could stretch the skin. When he grasped the cock and pulled it up so that he could put it in his mouth he was looking right at the pubic hair. The hair was a light brown but Jack was thinking that his pubic hair had not looked like that since he was 14. Just as he thought the only way he could put his nose in the hair was to swallow the cock. That was no problem he was an old hand at deep-throating cock. He also used his finger to fuck the asshole to help the younger man cum quicker. He swallowed everything that was shot into his mouth. Afterwards they just lay next to each other and talked about how good it had been for each of them.
They did enjoy smelling each other's sweaty body odor but they eventually decided to wash off in the lake. They held hands as they walked over the rocky ground to the water. They worked their way through rocks to stay on the sandy bottom. The water was as clear as glass and they could see the bottom as the water rose up their bodies until it was chest high on Jake. The water felt like they were in ice water. They used their hands to wash the seat off of their bodies. The cold water would rinse off the sweaty oils but it would not remove their natural body odor.
When they exited the water they appreciated the warm sun. They lay on the ground cloth and sun bathed to warm up their bodies and dry off. They used their sleeping bag stuff sacks as pillows. They had all of the time in the world. They told each other all about themselves.
Jake had been raised in the small town at the foot of the mountains. Everyone in the town either worked for Fish and Game, Forest Service, gas stations, motel, pharmacy, restaurants, sporting goods store or the water district. His hero had been a mountain man that ran a horse packing service. The guy spent his summers packing food for hikers and the winters measuring snow pack for the water agency. The old man taught him everything about the mountains and had taken his cherry by the time he was 14.
Robert told him that he had been an athlete in high school and his coach had encouraged him to do a lot of mountain hiking to increase his lung capacity and endurance. They had made arrangements for him to work for the Forest Service during the summer repairing trails. He was shacked up with a couple of Rangers. They introduced him to sex in short order.
Jake asked him their names and laughed when Robert told him their names. Jake had known both of them well. One of them was retired now and lived in the village. They had shared many a beer with each other.
When they were warmed up they stated playing with each other's cocks. They jokingly argued over who should allow the other to fuck them. It was decided the only way to decide was to Indian wrestle.
The positioned themselves hip to hip facing in opposite directions. They locked arms at the elbows and on the count of three they locked legs and the struggle began. Robert may have been a good athlete in school but the old man spent more time walking up and down the mountains. He was also shorter. When he straightened out his leg he rolled Robert onto his back.
Robert good-naturedly prostrated himself over his sleeping bag to elevate his ass for the old man. Jake spit on Robert's asshole and pulled back his foreskin before he stuck it in Robert's ass. All Robert did was bite his lower lip and moan as the cock entered his ass. He had been fucked many times and his ass was stretched enough that he did enjoy it when Jake started fucking him. When Jake climaxed some cum got all over the stuff sack. It was only fair that Jake assume the bottom position now.
Jake wanted it missionary style. He lay on his back and grasped the backs of his hairy thighs with his hand and pulled his thick legs up. Robert spit in his hand and coated his cock with the spittle before he positioned his body close to Jake's ass. Before he stabbed the hole he checked out the old man's butt again. He had never seen so much hair. He also wondered why the skin had such a dark yellowish- brown look. As he inserted his cock into the old hairy asshole hairs were pulled but the old man took it stoically. While Robert fucked him Jake took hold of his own cock and jacked off. When Robert climaxed in his ass he pulled out early and squirted some cum all over Jake's scrotum and hand. That was all it took for Jake to cum again. It was just a little cum that landed on his hairy belly.
When they recovered they waddled down to the waters edge and where the squatted to wash the cum off of their bodies.
They started dinner and by the time they had eaten and cleaned up the dishes it was getting dark. They pulled out their bags and laid them out next to each other. They filled their stuff sacks with clothes to use them as pillows. They talked to each other as the sounds changed from the day critters to night critters. Woodpecker's noise was replaced by owls. It was warm so they left their bags open. They indulged in another mutual masturbation game to get each other ready for a mutual blowjob. After resting awhile they took turns fucking each other again. Afterwards they shared a bag with Jake behind Robert as they cuddled. They both enjoyed the feeling of Jake's limp cock resting between Robert's cum filled ass cheeks.
In the morning they fucked each other again before spending the day eating and fishing between more blowjobs and ass fucking each other. They had one more night of sex before they broke camp and scattered the rocks and doing what they could to return the area to a natural state. They came out of the mountain together. It turned out that Jake had parked at the same trail head for the same reason.
They had dinner together in the local restaurant together before parting company. When Robert asked about the stained skin, Jake laughed. It turned out that Jake preferred to wear leather pants without underwear. Before they left the dinner the old Ranger came in and Robert recognized him. They made a quick trip to his cabin so the three of them could renew relationships before Robert had to return to the city.
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