Shit, I gotta piss something fierce. Miles from a bathroom, high in the Sierra Nevada, I pull off the trail a little and find a nice slab of granite on which to leave my mark. Haven’t seen a hiker in miles.Pull my backpack off and slip it down against a ponderosa pine trunk. The soreness in my shoulders and the tightness in my lower back. I pull the button loose on my jeans and unzip my zipper. My cock’s hard from needin’ to piss so bad, but not too hard that I can’t go. The release feels good and soon there’s a nice big stain high on the granite slab.
“Looks like that one feels good.”
I turn to see who’s talkin’ to me. Damn. It’s that guy I saw yesterday at the wilderness permit station. He’s tall and big, like me. His shirt’s off and he has the slabbiest white chest I’ve seen in a long time. He has a mane of curly blonde hair and his chest is smooth, while I’m dark-haired, furry and chubby. He’s got a bulge in the front of his jeans that can’t just be fabric and he’s starin’ at my cock with an evil grin.
“It always feels good,” I growl back, pivoting my hips a bit so he can get a better view.
“Mind if I?” he says, pullin’ open the button on his jeans and stepping forward toward the rock.
“Free country,” I say.
His cock is beautiful. Heavy and smooth. A show-er, not a grow-er. It looks like a tasty, cool tube of meat. He begins pissin’ a nice stream of yellow piss.
I shake my cock out. It’s gotten softer while it was pissin’ but now it’s startin’ to get its heft back. The man turns and watches me shakin’ it. He keeps peein’.
“Don’t put it away on my account,” the man says, finishing up. He shakes his hefty thick cock out a bit. It begins to stiffen.
God, I love camping.
I start slowly strokin’ the whole length of my cock. When I reach the base and my fist is in my pubes, I give my cock a good squeeze and watch how the extra pressure makes my cock go rigid and thick. Then I milk my cock slowly down to the flaring red head and, with a twist, slide my palm up over the slit of my cock. Precum begins to leak onto my hand which serves to grease my cock up more.
“Fuck,” the man says. “I think we need a little more here.” He begins to unbutton my shirt. Each button reveals more of my thick dark chest hair stippled with grey here and there. When my shirt’s open, he pulls the sides open so he can see my tits and my nice round belly.
“Papa Bear,” the man whispers. His green eyes are devouring my chest and his hands abandon his cock and move to my nipples.
Shit, I love my nipples teased. I draw a quick breath and he smiles that wicked smile again. “Like that?” he says.
I’m kinda breathless, so I just grunt and nod.
“Papa Bear?” he says, pinching my nipples gently. “I almost didn’t go hiking today.”
His face dives down and my left nipple is completely wet with his hot tongue swirlin’ and divin’ down on it. My knees feel a bit weak as this guy devours my nipple. I feel his cock, fully erect now and hard as a pine tree, slapping against my cock, which ain’t too shabby itself, to tell the truth. My hand goes to the back of his curly blonde head and I pull his face into my chest hairs. I feel him inhale the smell of my manly sweat and that so turns me on.
The man stands upright and grabs my cock with one hand and his with the other and begins jacking us both off.
“Aw, fuck,” I growl. “Jesus, that feels good.”
My cock is nice and veiny, my foreskin is long enough to chew on when I’m not completely hard, which is not now, since he’s pulled it back and revealed the hard red head of it. His cock and mine are touching now. He layers them together and, using both his hands, begins jacking us off together.
I’m moaning so loud I must be scarin’ the shit out of Bambi, but I can’t help it, feeling his hard velvety cock layin’ against mine gettin’ the nicest handjob a bear daddy could ask for. I feel the cum rumblin’ down in my balls and the man is beginning to growl with me.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” I say. I’m gettin’ close.
“No!” the man says, slowing down his hands on our cocks. “No,” he says gently. His green eyes search mine and my cock twitches against his, but I’m controllin’ it ‘cause I wanna see what he’s up for.
“You gotta cum where I tell you,” he says. Now normally, I’m not real big on being told what to do, but the man has my cock between his hands and he has the smoothest slabby chest in God’s country, so who am I to dicker?
The man sinks to his knees, kissing my furry chest and my belly on the way down. His mouth opens and takes my cockhead in. He swirls the tongue around the slit and head and licks the precum I’m oozin’.
“Fuck, dude,” I growl. “You’re gonna make this daddy bear pop.”
The man slurps my cockhead like a fuckin’ popsicle and, as my cock pops out of his mouth, he says, “That’s my best intention,” and dives back down on my cock. The electric sensation of this expert cocksucker on my dick is better than I have fuckin’ words to describe, so just know that I’m in cocksuck heaven.
My hand is again on the back of his head and he goes all the way down on my thick meaty cock. When he’s all the way down, he breathes deep in my pubes, all the musty sweaty man smell there.
“Papa Bear is cummin’, son,” I say as I feel the cum rising up from my balls. I’m about to explode when he pulls off me, squeezing my cock with one hand and pullin’ my balls with the other.
“Aw, fuck,” I groan as my cum shoots up and out, dropping onto his face and chest. His face is ecstatic, drippin’ with my cum on his forehead and chin. His tongue darts out tryin’ to catch the drops. “Arrnngg,” is all I can say.
He milks my cock and tongues the final drops off the tip.
I breathe deep of the mountain air and run my fingers through his curly blonde hair. “That’s right, son,” I say, “take every drop.”
The man fingers the cum on his chest and brings it to his lips. His green eyes are on mine as he licks. I see his cum all over the forest floor at my feet; his cock is still throbbin’ from release.
“Nice job, Goldilocks,” I say.
“Thank you, Daddy Bear,” he smiles.
He stands and begins zipping up. I’m buttoning my jeans up and reaching for my backpack.
“Where you camping tonight?” I ask him, hoisting the pack to my back.
“Maybe I’ll be the one sleeping in your bed,” the man smiles.
I smile, too, adjusting my cock in my jeans.
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