2 comments/ 43672 views/ 10 favorites Mountain Man By: yukonnights Introduction This is a tale of homosexuality in the early 1800's among the men who explored and lived in the lands west of the Mississippi River. But it is more than that. The main purpose of the story is to explore the feelings and emotions of a young transgendered man as he comes to accept his sexuality. It is a fictional account of those times and cultures and is based loosely on certain theories about how some societies throughout history have accepted homosexuality and honored those persons known as "two spirited" or "third gender". I should tell you before you start that it is a longer than average tale. And while it does have some graphic homosexual erotica, it is also a tale with a story to tell. I should also say that this is pure fiction and does not pretend to be absolutely accurate as to the historical facts about the people, places and cultures depicted. Nor does the author claim a personal understanding of the depth of transgendered people, so anything that seems wrong or in any way offensive is due to my ignorance only and is unintended. And finally, while the hero of our story is sometimes referred to as "lad" or "laddie", he is twenty three years old and all persons depicted are adults over the age of twenty. If this tale in even a small way encourages understanding, acceptance and love of all people in our society, then the effort will have been worthwhile - yukonnights -------------------------------------------------- Finally! After more than three months of river travel, James got his first look at St. Louis. From his home in Pennsylvania he had followed the same difficult route down the Ohio River and then the toilsome grind up the Mississippi that Meriwether Lewis and William Clark had done seven years earlier. As he watched St. Louis come into view, he didn't see the rain and mud, or the squalor of the small crude shacks or even the garbage. Instead he saw the glorious stepping off point to the vast western wilderness, the place of legend where men of strength and courage gathered before going out alone into the unknown territory and on to the great mountains far to the west. At twenty three James couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been planning for this day. And now he was here! The keel-boat stuck in the mud fifteen feet from the shore along the natural rise of land known as the Landing. Amid curses and calls of blame among the boatmen James lent a hand trying to use the stout push poles to get the boat closer to shore. Finally the men gave up, and amid renewed curses of blame they simply jumped into the muddy water of the mighty river and waded to dry land. Realizing that his boat ride was over, James gathered his few possessions and followed. Once on shore he slogged his way up the sloping bank that formed the Landing. Following a muddy track, he made his way toward what appeared to be the main part of town located on the bluffs to the west. It was early spring of 1814 and St. Louis was still little more than a trading outpost conveniently located near the junction where the Missouri River came in from the northwest to join up with the great Mississippi. But it was already a place of legend among the boys and young men throughout the Ohio valley and cities of the eastern civilized regions. So James wasn't about to let the less than grand first appearance of the town along this area next to the river dim his excitement at finally being here. This place had been the subject of countless hours of his daydreams. So, he puffed up his full one hundred and forty six pounds and strode forth with an air of having more confidence than he actually felt. As he worked his way through the scattering of lean-to shacks, shanties and warehouses he started to notice that the people he encountered were not the glamorous mountain men he had dreamed of finding here. Instead there were only more of the rough and dangerous river men he had been around his entire trip. He also began to notice that he and his still shiny new equipment were getting more than a few unsettling glances from dark eyes peering from under battered hats. Clutching his gear tighter, James quickened his pace on the muddy trail heading inland toward the busier part of the settlement. After a brief climb he was rewarded by a more established scattering of buildings and then he spotted what looked to be a genuine mountain man! Dressed all in leather and wearing high topped moccasin foot gear, he was a rugged man with flowing beard and long hair. Then he spotted others. Men of every possible description, and each one had the unmistakable air of a man who is very secure in his ability to take care of any situation. This is what James had dreamed of, and now he was here! James' excitement carried him along for several days. However, after more than a week of trying to get acquainted with some of his heroes, he was beginning to realize that these men didn't just accept some young untried greenhorn into their elite group. Some had been polite, others had been downright rude, but all of them had told him that they didn't need any new partners. Soon he saw his dream slipping away even before it had begun. How could he go into the western wilderness if no one would allow him to join them to learn the ways of the mountains, trapping and survival? "What's the matter young 'un?", the old trapper said to James who was sitting under the porch in order to get out of the rain. "You look like someone just scalped your Ma." "Oh, how do you do sir," said James, jumping to his feet. "I have just come from near Harrisburg on the Susquehanna to join up with a troupe of mountain men, but I can find none who will take me into their party." "Well, I've heard some talk about you young feller, and I thought maybe I might have an idea for you to think on." "Oh, yes sir, I would be most grateful for any advice you might be able to offer a new mountain man like myself," James said excitedly as he removed his hat and stuck out his hand. The old man ignored the offered hand and said, "Well, first off, don't be go'in round about calling yourself a mountain man! That's a name you earn with many a hard fight. And it's others who'll call you such, but never yourself." "Yes sir," stammered James, "I, ah, I didn't know that." "There's that and a damn sight more you don't know, young man. In fact, the best advice I could give you is to get yourself on a boat and go back to where you came from. I've seen too many like you who go out yonder and are never heard from again." The old man looked a bit tired and sad around the eyes as he said the last. "But, sir," James began to protest but was stopped short when the old man held up a silencing hand. "Save your breath," he said, "I just said it was the best advice I could give 'ya, but I know a smart young pup like you aint a gonna' listen to my best advice. So here's the only other I can offer; If'n you really want to get up into the mountain country then try to get hooked up with one of the boat crews a go'in up the Missouri. They's all getting ready to pull out any day now just as soon as the river goes down a bit more. Get on out there on the river where it's safe and learn the ways of the country. Maybe after a few seasons you might learn enough to actually get yourself into the mountains. That's if you survive." "But, sir..." and again the old trapper silenced him. "That's it boy. I'm done trying to talk sense into you!" James was left looking at the old man's back as he strode away mumbling something about getting soft in the head and how Mike had said it would be a waste of time talking to the pup. That night huddled in his crude lean-to shelter behind one of the trading establishments James faced his first crisis of realization. He wasn't going to go into the mountains with a happy band of trappers on a quest for riches and adventure. But he also decided that he wasn't going back home either. First thing tomorrow he would go and find a river crew to work with. He may not be big and strong, but he figured he could offer to cook. He would do anything to get out into the wilderness and begin to learn the ways of this land. James slept better that night after his decision, and it didn't take long the next day to find a party of fifteen men who agreed to take him on as a cook and porter. The men were taking trade goods up the Missouri, stopping at the native villages along the way and traveling for as far as it took to trade all of their supplies for fur. In fact, they planned on leaving day after tomorrow. "Men, let me introduce our new cook. Mr. James MacManus most recently of the grand city of Harrisburg has agreed to join us on our little adventure." The man, who had introduced himself simply as Ambrose, said this with a laugh and pushed young James forward to a mixture of cat calls, scowls and a few friendly greetings. This was not really the glamorous men of the mountains James had hoped to be in the company of, but at least it felt good to not be alone anymore. "Well, Mr. James MacManus," Ambrose said with an exaggerated mocking at his name, "Me thinks that we will just call you Jamie to keep it simple." The big man then laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, the friendly gesture breaking the tension in the air. Jamie smiled and was surprised when Ambrose then patted him on the butt. "Come along lad, and I'll show you the layout and the cooking gear." And again the big man patted him on the ass. Jamie couldn't help but notice the knowing smiles on some of the faces as he walked away with Ambrose. "Throw your bedroll and gear in that tent there with the cooking supplies," Ambrose instructed him. Again Jamie obeyed his new boss. But as he was walking over to deposit his belongings, he felt an old stirring in his loins that he had tried to suppress since leaving home. At twenty three, Jamie was not ignorant when it came to what men sometimes did together and he knew that there was more to Ambrose's touch than just friendly jest. For the last two years Jamie and his older cousin Benjamin had explored the sensuous pleasures of homosexual love. They had quickly progressed from their first shy touches to passionate nights camped out of doors where they could safely learn to do all of the things men have done together since the beginning of time. Jamie had never been with a woman, but he was no virgin. He had soon found that he enjoyed it most when his cousin would lay him on his back and spread his legs wide. After Benjamin had licked and fingered him and made Jamie beg for it, then his cousin would slide his hard manhood into Jamie's open body! He would hold Benjamin's body close as the bigger man humped and thrust his long hard shaft in and out of Jamie's ass. It gave Jamie great pleasure to feel Benjamin grow bigger and harder inside of his body and then tense and cry out in pleasure as he emptied his seed into Jamie's yielded hole. As close as they had been, Jamie had never even told Benjamin that he often thought how nice it would be to be a woman, to have breasts for his cousin to suck and a woman's body for him to enter. No, that was a secret only Jamie pondered. However, he and his cousin both knew that they must keep all of what they did together a secret, but all the secrets had begun to wear on Jamie's soul. Finally, the night before he was to leave home Jamie had sworn to himself that he would now put this part of his life behind him. Jamie had been lying alone in his bed after he and Benjamin had sneaked out and loved each other for the last time. After all, he had reasoned, he was now going out west and he figured the men out there wouldn't look kindly on that kind of stuff. But now the touch he had felt from the big burly Ambrose had him both confused and strangely aroused. That night Jamie's efforts at his first meal were well received by the men. He was pleased to see how they enjoyed his cooking and also how they seemed to be accepting him into the group. Later, after the men had finished their meal they sat and relaxed for awhile with a pipe and drink of rum around the various campfires. Jamie was still cleaning up after the meal and was also making some preparations for the morning breakfast. As he was working, he noticed the men begin to retire to their tents and shelters for the night. He was somewhat shocked to notice many of the men pairing up together in a rather suggestive way. A few elected to sleep alone, but many more entered the shelters in pairs. It wasn't long before he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex from around the camp. Jamie knew what that meant and he was surprised to find homosexuality being so openly displayed. He and his cousin had always felt the need to keep their own sexual activities a secret. This was indeed a different land in so many ways that he had come to! As Jamie was just finishing up he noticed Ambrose coming back into the camp from a last check on the boats and posting of a guard. Jamie's heart began to race a bit for some reason as the big man made his way over to where he was putting away the last of the dishes. "Well, you did a fine job with supper laddie," Ambrose said as he took the drinking gourd from the bucket and quenched his thirst. "If you keep that up I think we will have found ourselves the best cook we have had since old Martin was killed four seasons ago. Yes sir, I think you're going to fit in just fine." As he said the last, the big man reached an arm around Jamie's shoulders in a friendly gesture. "Thank you sir, my Ma said that everyone ought to be able to fix themselves a meal and she taught all of us to cook a bit. I aint never cooked for so many, but give me a bit of practice and I know I can do it just fine." "Oh, I think you'll do just fine." Ambrose said kindly, still holding his arm about Jamie. Then he continued, "There is one other thing I need to discuss with you though." "Yes sir, what is it?" "Well, it's about where you'll be sleeping," the big man said. "Oh, I can make do just about anywhere," Jamie said quickly, trying to show that he would not be any trouble. "No, that's not my point Jamie lad. The fact is that you have a choice to make. You see, I don't like to sleep alone. I like to have someone to lay with on these cool nights. I'm not the kind to force myself on a young man, but I will be blunt with you. You can either choose to take your gear over to my tent there or you can sleep here in the cook tent tonight and leave our merry band in the morning." Jamie was in one sense shocked at the blatant proposition, but a part of him was not surprised that it had come. He had not been oblivious to the touches earlier in the day and what they implied. However, he was at a loss as to what to say or do, so he just stood there with the man's big strong arm around his shoulders. As he stood there his mind raced through his choices. This had seemed like his last chance at staying out west and pursuing his dream. If he refused Ambrose's proposition he figured he would either have to stay here in St. Louis and try to find some kind of work, or return home. Neither of those choices appealed to him. Then as he began to consider the other alternative Ambrose had offered, he found himself remembering how he had felt as his cousin lay on top of him those many nights in their own little camping tent. He also felt a familiar stirring in his loins! "Well Jamie, we can't stand here all night now can we? What's it gonna' be; my bed or your departure?" Ambrose was purposefully making him declare his choice. Jamie made his decision. He walked over to his own small pack of supplies and picked them up. Turning, he began to walk towards Ambrose's tent. As he walked the short journey, his thoughts were aflame at the knowledge that he had just submitted himself to being something akin to the big man's woman! He was both ashamed and at the same time so very aroused by his submission. The big man smiled as he saw the lean young Jamie stoop to enter the shelter. He unconsciously reached down and stroked the hard flesh through his pants and said to himself, "I thought so." The interior of the shelter was too small to stand comfortably, so Jamie sat on the only place open, which was Ambrose's bedding. As he sat in the dark waiting, he heard the footsteps as they came toward the tent. He unknowingly held his breath as the tent flap was opened and the large dark form of the man entered. Jamie was startled when a spark box flared and Ambrose reached to light the candle sitting on a keg at the side of the bed. Ambrose turned to look at Jamie and saw his eyes dilated with both fear and passion. Kneeling beside him, Ambrose pushed young Jamie back onto the bedding. Trembling with fear, Jamie closed his eyes and a single tear ran down the side of his face. Seeing the tear, Ambrose bent forward and gently kissed it away. He began to softly kiss Jamie's face and neck saying, "Do not be fearful laddie, it is no harm I intend for you. I think you will find me a very kind and capable lover. Now, just you lie there and relax." And Jamie did begin to relax as the gentle kisses continued and were then joined by equally gentle hands beginning to loosen his clothing. Soon it was time for Jamie to sit up so Ambrose could remove his shirt. By now the young man was a willing helper as the man began to strip him. Jamie didn't need to be forced to lie back down and stretch his arms above his head so Ambrose could run his rough hands over the soft skin of Jamie's smooth chest. And when Ambrose found the hard nipples and began to gently pinch them, Jamie let out an involuntary moan of pleasure that sent a shock of pleasure into Ambrose's balls. As Ambrose bent and took one of the hard buds into his mouth, Jamie put his hand into the thick mane of black hair and held the lips tight to his breast. As Ambrose sucked, he felt the young man's nipple grow long and hard in his mouth. He was amazed at the size of it, and reaching to pinch the other one with a work calloused hand he found they were now both as large and hard as some he had seen on a woman! Ambrose could wait no longer. Kneeling again, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to expose his large and thick cock just inches from Jamie's face. Ambrose knew from his own experience that his cock was a bit larger than most men's. However, it wasn't so much the size that pleased his lovers, but the raw virile strength of his tool that set it apart from the average. What Jamie was presented with was the first cock he had ever seen that was such a swollen muscle bulging with veins. The magnificent member was standing arched up and rock hard towards Ambrose's belly! For a long moment Jamie simply stared at the big hole in the end of the swollen head. There was clear moisture beading out of the hole and running down the underside of the purple bulb of a head. Jamie moved his gaze to notice the thick black hair and big full balls hanging loosely between the slightly spread muscular legs. The young man could feel the heat coming from the massive manhood and then he also became aware of the heavy musky smell of man, an intoxicating smell that caused him to close his eyes and move his mouth forward to taste of his man for the first time. Ambrose groaned in pleasure as the obviously experienced young man began to suck him. It had been several days since Ambrose had any sexual relief. Worse yet, the last time had been less about pleasure as was about necessity when he had used the ugly fat whore at Dunagin's. But this was pure ecstasy! The young man lying before him was not only a capable cocksucker; he was also much more beautiful than any of the whores to be found this far from civilization. As he looked down on the lithe young body and the budding nipples he could only imagine how pleasant it would be to have Jamie totally nude; to use him time and again as he made the young man into his squaw-man. These thoughts, along with Jamie's vigorous slobbering up and down his cock, soon brought all further thought to an end as he felt his seed begin to swell. Ambrose reached down to hold Jamie's head to his cock and began to hump into his mouth as the young man sucked. Jamie felt the big tool grow even harder and knew what to expect as Ambrose's strength burst forth in strong ropes of thick semen into his still sucking mouth. Jamie had never experienced such a volume of cum! And still Ambrose kept emptying himself into his mouth, until finally it was either choke or let the thick fluid flow out the side of his mouth and down his chin. Finally Jamie felt the big man relax and knew that the climax of his passion had been spent. Now he did what his cousin had liked so much after cumming; Jamie began to gently lick the length of the softening tool, cleaning it of the sticky man seed and showing the man how much he adored it. Every so often he would carefully put the cock back into his mouth and let the big man milk the last of the cum from its tip into his mouth. Jamie would then gently swish his tongue around the head, being careful because he knew how sensitive it would be after cumming. Mountain Man Jefferson McElroy silently stole down the path to his favorite fishing hole. He had cut school to engage in his number one hobby. If his dad or mom caught him skipping school, it would probable cost him a little hide, but it was a nice spring day and he didn't really care. Like most fourteen year old boys he wasn't interested in the future. Today is what he lived for. He rounded the bend around a thick brush patch two hundred yards from his spot. A faint mewling sound like a wounded cat attracted his attention. His senses were finely attuned to the normal sounds of the woods and this didn't sound normal to him. His body and mind came to full alert and he started to track the mysterious sound. It was coming from the center of the thicket. He laid his gear aside and started through the brush very quietly. About ten yards in he saw a piece of yellow cloth. Approaching carefully and not knowing what it was, he stalked it. Soon he could see that it was a very young girl in a yellow skirt crying in the brush. He slipped up close behind her. "What's the matter?" he asked in a low tone. She jumped like she'd been shot. "Please don't beat me! I'll be good. Just don't hurt me any more," she cried. "Nobody's going to beat you. What are you doing way out here in the woods crying?" "They beat me bad," she whimpered. It was then that he noticed that her skirt was torn, her shirt was in rags and she had bruises over most of what he could see of her body. "Who beat you?" "My brother and my daddy. I was lucky to escape or they would have raped me. They were drunk and out of control. Please don't take me back to them. They might kill me. I don't want to die. Help me!" she entreated. The girl was only about ten years old. From the scars on her it was obvious that this wasn't the first brush with the men in her family. "I'll take you to some place safe where they can't find you. You can't stay out here. There are bears and mountain lions. What's your name?" "Elizabeth Moultry. Please don't give me back to them!" "I'm not taking you to them. You are safe now. Just follow me down the mountain. I'll take you to my house." She meekly followed him out of the thicket and down the mountain. His house bordered the Coeur D' Alene National Forest where he had found her. They walked to his back door. Looking inside he saw that his mother, Betty, was home. Well, time to take my medicine, he thought as he opened the back door and brought the young girl into the house. "What are you doing home at this time of day? You're supposed to be in school!" "I cut school to go fishing." "I hope you caught a bunch, 'cause they're gonna cost you." "I know mama. But it's lucky I did. Look what I caught." His mama stared at the girl. She immediately saw that she had been ill treated. "You're off the hook Jeff. Where did you find her?" "Up on the mountain by Trapper Creek. She was crying and hiding in the brush." "Her name is Elizabeth mom. She's been beaten." "Come here honey," mama said to the girl. "Tell me all about what happened to you." The girl started crying and mama took her to her bedroom. When they came out of the bedroom mama was crying too. Jeff looked at them. "Well?" he said. "We can't let her go back home that's for sure. Your father will be home tonight. We'll decide what to do then. Come on honey, you look like you could use a good meal." And mama took her to the kitchen where Jeff could hear them talking and crying again. After a while the sniffling stopped and he could hear the sounds of lunch being consumed. Jeff's father, Jim, returned about four o'clock. He was a logger. He stood about six foot two and had no fat on him. Jeff, at fourteen, was already five foot ten. He was in as good a shape as his father. Mama took Papa aside and explained what had happened. "We're gonna get the sheriff to bust those assholes!" Jeff's dad shouted. "And if the sheriff won't do it, I'll bust them myself!" He stepped to the phone and called the sheriff who appeared about thirty minutes later. "We can't let her go back to her family," Jim stated. "Yeah, you got a point there. I'll get child protective to come out and take care of her," the sheriff said. "NO!" screamed Elizabeth. "They'll take me back to my daddy. I won't go!" "Why don't you just leave her here for a while until you can deal with her father and brother?" asked daddy. "Okay, but I'll still have to notify the bureau." The sheriff got into his car and got on the radio. "I need all the available deputies up here ASAP!" he told the dispatcher. "We'll get 'em sir, don't worry. I'll set up a court date for you. Maybe you can keep her if you want her." "Hell yes we want her! I've always wanted a daughter and my wife has too. This one is perfect. I'll get a lawyer on it first thing tomorrow." "Okay, well, I've got to go bust some assholes," the sheriff remarked and he drove away. True to his word, the sheriff and eight deputies tried to arrest the criminals but they came out with guns blazing and the sheriff and his deputies blew them away. "Give me a couple of your t-shirts," mama said to Jeff. "What for?" "She's got to have something to wear besides that dirty, torn rag until we can get her some decent clothes. Now hop to it! And throw those rags of hers away!" It looked like mama meant business, so Jeff immediately produced a couple of his best t-shirts. She took Liz to the bathroom and gave her a long, hot bath. Jeff's t-shirts reached mid-thigh on Liz. It was just about right. Jeff was in the living room when she finished. Walking over to him, she suddenly hugged him. "You are my hero and I'll love you forever. I'm keeping your t-shirts," she said as she looked into his eyes. "Yeah, I love you too. Now go help mama." "What are you gonna do with her now?" the sheriff asked. A big smile crossed Elizabeth's face when she heard Betty say, "We'll adopt her. I'm not letting her go someplace where she may get treated badly again." Elizabeth hugged Betty. "I've never had a mother before. I love you mama." It took months for the court to officially place Elizabeth in the McElroy home. When the adoption was complete, they petitioned the court to have her name changed and soon she was Elizabeth McElroy. Liz had never been to school. She had just been a slave to her father and brother. Betty took her to the little one room school, explained the situation to the teacher/principal who enrolled her. It was the ideal situation for the ten year old. The little school only went up to junior high so she wouldn't stand out in the small student body. She wasn't a genius but she was still pretty sharp and she worked hard at her studies. At home, Betty taught her to cook and clean for the men. She was wary at first, expecting to be beaten if she displeased them, but soon she found that they would do anything for her. Her confidence grew day by day until she actually started to resemble an eleven year old girl. When she was home she followed Jeff everywhere. He was growing rapidly into a big, strong man. A couple of more years and he'd be bigger than his father. The bigger he got, the better she liked him. She just couldn't forget how he had saved her when she was lost in the brush on the mountain. Liz was fourteen when Jeff graduated from high school at age eighteen. He went to work in the woods the day after graduation. At six foot four and two hundreds pounds he was a strapping young man learning the logging trade from his father. His extra income really helped with the family finances and he was also able to save a little each payday. Liz just smiled. Jeff was at home now and didn't have to be away. She could see him all the time. Liz never dated. Not only was she afraid of men, she was in love with Jeff. He thought it was just hero worship, but Liz knew that there would never be anyone else for her. Four years drifted by. Nothing much changed in the McElroy household. Jeff was now a master logger and hauling in some pretty good bucks. It was almost springtime, the spring that Liz graduated high school and turned eighteen. Jeff came in one day after work and told his father, "Old man Murphy died. His relatives don't want his place and I can get it for a song." "Well." Said his father, "it's time for you to go out on your own. Besides, Murphy's place is just a couple of miles down the mountain. When are you going to buy it?" "I've got the money. It only has five acres with it but it's in a real nice spot and a creek runs through it. I'm gonna do it this weekend." When Liz heard the news she was broken hearted. Her Jeff was moving out and leaving her behind. She had a talk with mom. "What am I gonna do?" she whined. "You know I love Jeff and now he's moving away." "It's not like he's moving to Mars! His place is only a couple of miles away." "That's true, but I'm scared he will find some floozy and marry her. That would kill me." "If you really love him and want him, you'll figure out a way to get him to notice you. Trapping a man is like trapping anything else. Use the right bait, present it the right way, and he'll be doomed!" "Bait? What bait? I don't have any bait!" Liz moaned. "Oh, yes you do! Just use the bait that God gave you. Men can't resist a properly presented female. Show him how much you love him." "How do I do that mama?" "Show him the bait." "You mean flash him? I'm a virgin! How could I do that?" "Do you want to be a virgin all your life? If you really love him, the time has come to give it up. Cling to him. He's not stupid, he'll get the idea." Betty took her aside and explained what to do and how to do it. Moving day arrived that weekend. Liz volunteered to help him move. It took three trips in the pickup truck to get all his stuff moved into the little house. There was a big stack of stuff in the front room and Liz was helping him put it all away. "Gee Liz you don't have to do that. I can handle it myself." "No you can't. I've seen you mountain men in action. If I leave it alone, it'll be there six months from now." "You're probable right," he chuckled. They worked together all afternoon. Liz bumped into him every chance she got. She couldn't get enough of his brutish good looks, the way he moved, the way he smelled. She made up her mind. "Oh Jeff, could you help me please?" she called from the bedroom. "I'll be right there," he replied. When Jeff walked through the bedroom door, Liz was lying on her side totally nude. She had a big smile on her face. "Damn Liz what are you doing?" he asked in a shocked tone. "I'm fishin'" she replied. "What are you fishin' for," Jeff stammered. "I'm fishin' for you! You must know I'm in love with you. Your mama knows. Your daddy knows. Don't tell me that you didn't even suspect." "But you're so young. How can you even think about this?" "Come over here and I'll show you how!" she ordered. From the tone of her voice, Jeff knew she wasn't just kidding around. She was serious. Edging toward the bed he said, "What gave you the idea to do this?" "Actually, it was mama. She said to use my natural bait. It's gonna work. You have already taken the bait. You're hooked. You can't escape. Sit down here beside me." Jeff was in a daze at this unexpected turn of events. He sat next to her and suddenly she was in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her. Her body was so soft and smooth. His hands were roving all over her. He expected her to slap him but she just smiled and moaned. "How long have you been planning this?" Jeff asked. "Since you decided to move out. I couldn't bear being away from you. I love you. I think I always have. Now, I want you to be more than near me. I want you in me." "I suppose that's another of mom's ideas?" "Yes it is. It is time for you to start a family. I'm the first installment. We'll have to make the rest of the installments ourselves." It occurred to Jeff that she was the missing piece of his life. She felt so good, so tender when he held her. She was right. It was time to start a family. Most of his friends already had kids. He took off his shirt revealing his hairy chest. Her fingers were busy trying to unbuckle his belt. He kicked off his boots and socks just as she lowered his zipper. "It'll never fit!" she moaned. "Sure it will. I'm only average. This isn't a porn movie. You'll be just fine. Hold it and stroke it." He pinched her nipples and watched as they popped up. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked. She tasted so good. He felt his first pussy. It was soft and hot and wet. He tasted her sex on his fingers. "Let's do it now Jeff. I've waited long enough." "You know this is a one time thing. Once your cherry is popped, it won't grow back." "Pop it Jeff! I don't want it to grow back! I wanna be a woman!" Jeff got into position between her creamy, white thighs. Her hands wrapped around his cock and guided him to her center. He felt the velvety smoothness of her outer lips. His cock was ready to explode as he pressed into her. He felt her cherry pop as he plunged into her most secret place. "Oh Jeff it is better than I thought it would be. It didn't even hurt." Jeff looked at the place where their bodies merged. A trickle of virginal blood made it's way onto his rod. She bucked into him driving him deeper and deeper. Instinct overwhelmed them as they performed the dance of love. Finally merged with the man she loved, Liz grasped him to her as tightly as she could while his pistoning cock drove her insane with love and lust. Jeff was totally enthralled with her. He knew he was hers forever. "Oh God, Liz, I love you," he panted. Liz was breathing hard and couldn't reply. She just made little puffing sounds as they pounded each other toward their goal. Her world was his cock and it was sliding in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. A new, strange sensation was taking over her mind and body. She couldn't stop. She had to have him as deep into her as she could. Her quivering hips bounced off the bed making Jeff impale her deeper. Jeff was at the point of no return. "Aaaahhh!" he cried as he emptied his balls into the bottom of her anxious pussy. "Give me all of it! I want it all!" Liz cried as she came. Jeff collapsed on top of her. The couple was just a quivering, sweating mass of sated flesh. She loved the weight of him, the hairiness of him, the smell of him. She wanted to devour him. As he rolled off of her she whispered, "We can never stop this. Jefferson McElroy I would rather die than lose you." "You'll have to die to lose me. I can't live without you. We are one." "You found me on the mountain, and now you are my very own mountain man!" she sighed. "I can't wait to tell mama!" "What are you going to tell her?" Jeff anxiously asked. "I'm gonna tell her that you took the bait," she smiled. "Do you think that's a good idea? I mean, she'll think we've been doing what we've been doing." "Try to remember that mom gave me the instructions on exactly how to net you. She's not dumb! After all, we're starting to work on a family. Your parents aren't prudes. You don't think the stork brought you, do you?" "Well, no, but I can't really picture mom and dad doing it." "Yeah, well they do. They do lots of other things too." "Like what?" "I'll show you later. Right now let's get dressed and go to their house for supper." "We'll have to start moving your stuff in here too." "You don't seriously think you had three pickup loads of stuff do you? We've already moved most of my stuff," she laughed. "We'll get the rest tomorrow." Mama knew the second she saw Liz that her son had taken the bait. Liz had a big smile on her face as she joined mom in the kitchen. "Well, how did you like being the bait?" she asked Liz. "Oh, mama it was much better than I ever dreamed it could be and believe me, I've had some pretty good dreams." "When are you going to marry him?" "As soon as I can. We're already working on a family. I just love him so much!" "We'll go see the justice of the peace tomorrow and see what it takes to do it. I guess you'll want to be moving in with him right away." "I moved most of my stuff when he wasn't looking so it won't take much. I'm going to take him back to our house after supper. It's time to test his stamina," she giggled. Mom laughed. The men wondered what they were laughing about. Must be one of those mysterious 'woman' things. Liz and Jeff were married three months later in a small civil ceremony. Liz already had a little bulge in her belly when Jeff slid the ring on her finger. He carried her across the threshold in their little house and deposited her directly onto the bed. Jeff stripped her bare and kissed her already wet pussy. He licked her and then sucked her little love bud into his lips, lapping at it gently. "Get your clothes off," she panted, "I've got to have you in me right now!" Jeff settled between her legs and gave her a well rehearsed thrust, sliding all the way in with one stab. Liz clenched his member as tightly as she could and wiggled her young ass. She was happy, content with the situation. The man she loved was on top of her. Her first child was already in her. She thanked God for her good fortune and for the mountain man, who was squirting his seed into her. Mountain Man Rendezvous We rode up into camp, I was riding bareback and felt eyes upon me as I rode. He was driving the team and buggy. We weren't the first but we were making quite a stir. We headed towards the back of the camp, a little shady spot by the creek that's always-left open for us. I was anticipating the next few days to be busy as there were more tents and buggies then on our previous visits. We got to our spot and started setting up camp. He had worked hard on the new 4 poster and I was ready to see how it would look in my tent. His was set up next to mine, smaller but it would hold all we needed. There is a lot of space around our campsite, many don't want to be seen looking our way, and the others knowing we would enjoy our space when we had down time. I help him get the supply tent up and organized then we start to work on mine. It goes up fast, probably because I'm ready to see my new bed in there. We struggle to get it out of the buggy, but finally get it placed in the tent. He did a great job, bigger and stronger than the last one. I had seen eyes looking our way when we labored to put it in the tent, but no hands came to help. It was as it should be. He and I discuss the placement of the bed and arrange it to suit me. I go back to get the bedding and start fixing it up. We barely speak to each other, each knowing the others thoughts and desires. He goes and gets the blue silk ties I had asked him to bring this time. He ties them to the 4 legs of the bed, making sure to add a loop to each end. While I finish the bedding, he works on a fire. It's getting dark, we're both hungry and it will be a long night ahead of us. We finish eating and while he cleans camp, I go down to the river to wash up. I strip and walk into the river up to my neck, letting the coolness of the water release the heat of the day from my limbs. I slowly scrub my body, running my hands over my breasts, down my taught belly, over my ass, making sure to get the sand and dust off of me. When I finish, I step out of the river, slowly walking back to camp, naked and drying as I go. There's no need to hide myself, I am what I am and the stares will be there, clothing or not. I hadn't seen him yet, but somewhere out in the darkness, I knew he waited. Camp was cleared up when I returned. "I'm ready darlin," I say to him. He nods his head, comes to me and we embrace. The night will be long but I know at the end of it, he will be waiting for me. I walk naked to my tent; he follows me in and helps me to get ready. He hooks the loops over my hands and then my feet, kisses me and walks out. Many a night it starts like this, me in anticipation of what will come. I wait, my whole body throbbing with need. I see shadows outside the tent, I hear voices and I tense with the thought of what will come next. I close my eyes. The tent flap opens, I hear it rustle closed. I slowly open my eyes and he is there standing before me as I had remembered. Those piercing blue eyes stare into mine, as I lay there open to his view. I drink in his face and all that I can see, it had been a long time since I had seen him last. He takes his coonskin hat off and places it on the trunk nearby. A chair sits waiting for his use, he sits to remove his moccasins, no words need spoken, and I watch and wait. His shirt easily slides over his head, and I marvel that his skin is so smooth. He stands to remove his buckskin trousers, I watch as he slowly undoes the buttons one by one. My need is urgent, yet I don't utter a sound. Finally he is naked in front of me and I see what I have missed for so long. He walks to me, bends over and kisses my lips, sliding his body over mine; I forgot how well we fit together. My hands are pulling on the silk, wanting to touch but knowing it wasn't time. His eyes look deeply into mine, his voice when he speaks reaches deep into me. "Jackie, I've been waiting for you." For a moment I'm speechless, year after year I hear the same words, yet this once I know I feel the same. I arch up kissing him fully on the lips as I say "as I you Carl." He reaches down to my legs releasing them from their restraints. I slide my legs up to embrace him. He runs his hands down my sides and pulls my body into him. I feel the hardness waiting for me. He bends his head and suckles my breasts, my hands are straining to touch him, and I implore him with my eyes. He looks up, his eyes twinkling and gives me what I desire. He reaches to pull the binds off my wrists and I reach to pull his body tighter to mine. Words are not needed as he holds me and plunges deep into my womb. "Oh god Carl, how I missed you" I moan with my need. He places his mouth over mine, stifling my words. "You have no idea Jackie," he says as he strokes my body over and over and plunges deeper and deeper. He pulls nearly out, reaches his hands to hold both of mine over my head. "This is how I need you darlin," he says as he strokes harder and faster into my willing body. I arch up to meet him thrust for thrust, my need matching his with its fierceness. "Oh god Carl, harder-faster." He follows my lead as our bodies strain to become one. "Damn Jackie, what you do to me" he groans as his body releases itself into me. I arch my back as I scream his name and throw my hands upon his shoulders as I shudder with my own release. He soothes me with his hands, running them up and down my sweat-slicked body. Kissing me on my lips he holds my shivering body to his and I feel our hearts beating as one. Time goes by as we calm down, he gets up and moves to the washbasin, returning to me with a towel to gently wipe me down. When he finishes he bends over me, kissing me deeply, while placing my legs and wrists back into the restraints. "Jackie, I'll be back tomorrow," he states as he releases me. "I'll be waiting Carl." He turns and walks out of the tent, and the flap closes behind him. I close my eyes and wait. "Carl, thank you, I know how you care about Jackie." He stands there humbled, yet reaches out a hand to Carl, where in Carl places 4 gold eagles, more than what the regular rate is. "You know I do Don, be careful tonight, and I'll be back tomorrow." With that he walks slowly into the darkness. Don turns to the next man waiting in the dark, holds out his hand and requests the money up front. "We don't have all night young man, pay or move on." In his hand is placed 1 gold eagle. I see a shadow near the tent, and the flap opens... Mountain Man Finally, Ambrose backed out of Jamie's mouth with a sort of sucking plopping sound. Looking down on the young man, Ambrose was pleased to see the contented eyes staring at him. The loving look in those eyes and the thick white cum still smeared on Jamie's face prompted Ambrose to bend down and gently kiss the young man full on the lips. Jamie pulled the man's mouth to his own and put his tongue into Ambrose's mouth. Soon Ambrose was kissing and licking his own cum from the soft smooth face and lips! Pulling away, Ambrose whispered softly in Jamie's ear, "Well laddie, I thank you for that. But that was only just a sample of what I can give you. Are you ready to submit yourself to me now? If you will just say the words, I will make you into my squaw-man." Jamie was a bit confused at the new term, so he asked, "What is a squaw-man Ambrose? And what words do you want me to say?" "A squaw man can mean a couple of things. To the white folks out here it can refer to a white man who has taken a native woman as his wife. But with the local native people it means a person who is a man on the outside but who has some of the same feelings and desires as a woman on the inside. From what I hear the local people consider such as these as two spirited. That is, they have the spirits of both a man and a woman in one body. I remember one old Mandan man I knew who spoke of them as a third gender, neither man nor woman. In our culture these men are scorned, but out here it seems they hold a special place in native life." After a brief pause Ambrose continued, "I know it's not real simple to get your head wrapped around. But it's kind of like this. There's some men that just know they are a woman on the inside but a man on the outside. Then there's some men who just prefer to have sex with other men, but they don't consider themselves as women. Then there's men like me who like to have sex with both men and women. When it comes to me and you Jamie, if you don't feel like a woman on the inside then that's just the way you are. You can't make yourself into something you're not. But, you will still have to be a submitted man to me because that's what I need. So, what I want to hear you say is that you want to be such a man for me." As Ambrose spoke these words he had lowered his hand to grasp Jamie's cock through his pants. It was a possessive gesture, a man reaching out to take what he wants. The hard little bulge he found there meant that either Jamie was aroused from his recent mouth fucking, or that Ambrose's words had struck a responsive chord in the young man's soul. In fact, it was both of these that had Jamie's heart pounding! Not only had he enjoyed the blow job he had given Ambrose even more than any he could remember, but somehow the words he spoke about being a squaw-man seemed to answer some long unasked question buried deep within. As the big man fondled him, Jamie seemed to relax for the first time in a long time. He felt safe and secure here with Ambrose. And he knew that he would like to wait on him and service his sexual needs. It was as if another voice was speaking, but Jamie knew the words were his as he said in a trembling voice, "Ambrose, I do want to be your... your woman, your squaw-man. I have never wanted anything so badly as to have you hold me and make love to me. If you will... will teach me, I will... I will try... try to be the kind of squaw-man you want!" As Jamie gasped out these last words it was if some long pent up inner need in his soul was surrendered and released. He had finally admitted to himself and to another man that he desired to be a woman. That inner release also seemed to trigger a pent up physical release and Jamie cried out as he ejaculated in his pants. He had never experienced anything like this! As the spasms of his orgasm coursed through his loins, and he felt his warm semen begin to spread, Jamie intuitively knew that he had reached an important turning point in his life. Ambrose felt his own tool begin to stir again as he saw the wet stain begin to spread on the young man's pants. Ambrose realized the passion that had been released with Jamie's surrender of his manhood. With that surrender, Ambrose reached to undo the buttons of Jamie's pants and exposed the small, but still firm cock now smeared with semen. As Jamie lifted his hips to assist him, Ambrose pushed the britches down over the young man's plump round ass cheeks and wide hips. He found himself looking at a perfectly formed penis nestled in a soft downy fringe of the same reddish blond hair that was on Jamie's head. Other than that small light patch of hair, Jamie was as smooth as a girl. Ambrose reached to fondle the balls that were sticky and wet from Jamie's recent orgasm. He realized they were not even half the size of his own impressive pair, but they were perfect in every way. Ambrose felt an overwhelming emotion at the beauty and submissiveness of the young man. As Jamie lay still and vulnerable for this inspection, Ambrose could not resist his own growing desire to take the perfect cock into his mouth. He moved his face toward Jamie's sex while pushing the young man's pants even lower with one hand, and noticing with pleasure that Jamie spread his legs as wide as the taught fabric would allow, Ambrose took the small tool into his mouth and began to suck while gently rolling Jamie's balls in his rough hand. What a pleasure it was to be able to put the entire length into his mouth and feel it start to harden again. And the semen smeared on it from Jamie's earlier accident was sweeter than any Ambrose had ever tasted! Soon the young man was writhing in passion under the skillful mouth of the experienced Ambrose. And Ambrose had no intention of stopping until he tasted a full mouthful from the loins of his young bride! However, as Ambrose continued it became clear to him that Jamie was trying to expose his butt to the exploring tongue. Ambrose understood Jamie's need and quickly and roughly stripped the lad of all remaining clothes. Now free of the restraining clothing, Jamie responded by opening his legs so that Ambrose could have full access to all of him. Ambrose repositioned himself between Jamie's legs, then lifting and spreading them even more he once again lowered his mouth to the precious prize offered to him. This time though, Ambrose began to also spend time licking and sucking at Jamie's puckered pink rosebud. The small young cock was standing up hard and aroused now! Instinctively Ambrose realized that it was time to begin fingering the young man's pussy in preparation for what they both now knew was inevitable. Jamie was so thankful now as he remembered how his cousin had trained him to accept a man into his ass. It had been hard at first, but with time Jamie began to crave the fullness he felt each time the hard manhood entered him. Now he was glad that he would be able to bring Ambrose the pleasure they both desired without any pain or difficulty. And it didn't take long for Jamie to open himself to several of Ambrose's large fingers. Then, dropping more spit into Jamie's open hole and smearing another bit over his own hard cock, Ambrose lowered himself on top of the delicate young man who was spread wide and waiting under him. Ever so slowly and gently Ambrose began to push his steel like tool into the tight young ass hole. He was impressed that Jamie obviously knew how to accept a man, and soon the big swollen head popped past the remaining resistance! Jamie groaned with mixed pain and pleasure. Never had he been entered by such a large and hard member, and never had he felt the weight of such a huge man on top of him. He realized now that he had never truly been fucked by a real man. But now he was laying passive under such a man, a man with hair covering his chest and a rough beard tickling his neck. He was being taken by a man all covered in sweat from his passion, and as he was thinking these thoughts Jamie felt himself opening fully to Ambrose's penetration! Ambrose too felt the change as his cock slipped to its depth inside the warm wet hole. He just rested there for a moment to let Jamie adjust to the size of the hard meat inside his body. As soon as he felt Jamie start to wiggle and hump, Ambrose knew it was time to show his new squaw what her man could do. Slowly at first, but then with a butt numbing intensity Ambrose fucked his big cock in and out of the tight young ass. Jamie lifted his legs higher and could do nothing but submit to the vigorous fucking he was getting. Never had Jamie's cousin been able to bring such pleasure as Ambrose was giving him! His cousin's fucking had been gentle, but now he knew what it was like to be taken by a man! A man grunting and dripping large drops of sweat onto him as he took his pleasure inside of Jamie's open and willing pussy. Now, as Jamie's hole became completely opened, Ambrose rose himself up with his strong arms so he could begin pulling his rock hard shaft fully out of Jamie's ass only to then quickly plunge it back in to its full depth. It seemed to Ambrose that his own cock grew even fatter and harder as he watched it plunge in and out of the sweet young body Over and over he did this until the sensations inside of Jamie's butt and nuts built to the bursting point. Finally with his mind full of erotic thoughts about how good it felt to be bred by a man, Jamie again released his seed onto himself in a moment of complete abandonment! As Ambrose watched the clean white liquid spray onto Jamie's stomach, chest and face, he emptied his own nut deep inside of the surrendered flesh beneath him. It was over! Jamie had surrendered the last of his manhood to his lover. It was his first time as a woman. He had never before allowed himself to think of himself that way. But now, having experienced the pleasure, he knew that he would do anything to continue such feelings. Ambrose simply collapsed all of his weight onto the slight young man under him. It had been a long time since he had been so aroused by anyone! After a brief rest he lifted his weight again onto his elbows and gazed into the young man's eyes; what he saw there was love looking back at him. He gently lowered his lips and kissed Jamie. Jamie responded as any good squaw-man should, he hugged his man tight and returned his kiss with passion. As Ambrose felt his softening manhood slip from Jamie's flooded hole, he rolled off of him onto his back spent and exhausted. Jamie rose up, and taking his shirt lying nearby he started to clean Ambrose's manhood. As he knelt cleaning his man, Jamie's pretty round butt was open and exposed to Ambrose's gaze. Ambrose's eyes were glued to the red and swollen hole as cum began to dribble out and run down Jamie's legs. The hole was gaped open from the size of Ambrose's member and he could see into the young man's body. At that moment Ambrose fully appreciated what Jamie had given him. He had given him his body and his male pride when he had opened himself to such penetration. Tenderly Ambrose reached out and began to smear the essence of his own manhood now running down Jamie's thighs all over the young man's ass and balls. When Jamie finished cleaning his man, he lay down again next to him and with his head on Ambrose's outstretched arm he fell into the soundest sleep he had experienced in a long, long time. -------------------------------------------------- Thus, the journey began. It was actually two journeys that Jamie embarked on that night and the days that followed. One journey was his first steps into the wilderness of the great unknown west. And the farther the band traveled into that wild country, the happier Jamie was about his decision to come to this land. The country and its wildness were even more than Jamie had imagined. The other journey Jamie was starting on was the one into his own soul, and his growing understanding and acceptance of his sexuality and what it meant to be a squaw-man. With each passing day his love for Ambrose grew and the big man could not hide the fact that he too was starting to have similar feelings for Jamie. At first he had been very embarrassed when Ambrose treated him like a woman in front of the other men. But soon he started to notice that they all seemed to accept him for what he was. Still, Jamie was embarrassed at his submission when the others were around. However, as time went forward his unease diminished somewhat as he began to fully believe what Ambrose had said about people like him being accepted in this land. Jamie's final act of open submission occurred one afternoon after several weeks of travel up the river. It was no secret that Jamie serviced Ambrose's needs each night. However, for whatever reason Ambrose was particularly horny this day. "Jamie me lad, come sit with me," he told Jamie as he himself sat in the stern of the boat where he paddled and steered. Jamie quickly obeyed and moved back to sit between his legs facing forward. "No, no my young pup, not like that," Ambrose scolded, "Face me." Jamie quickly turned and knelt before his man, looking up into his face with a questioning expression. Jamie was shocked when Ambrose began to loosen his britches and then pulled out his already swelling cock. But as he looked around at the men in nearby boats, Jamie realized that he was actually thrilled that his man had the balls to do something like this in front of them all! Ambrose grabbed a loose piece of canvas and covered Jamie's upper body and head in order to afford a small bit of privacy to the young man who was now about to give him a blow-job in front of at least eight men. A part of Jamie didn't care if all of the boats and all fifteen of the men had been close enough to see! Under the cover, Jamie took the now familiar shaft into his mouth and began to bob his head up and down the hard red pole as he slobbered spit onto it. The men in the nearby boats watched spell bound and with growing passion in their own loins as the white scrap of canvas moved up and down in Ambrose's lap. This went on for a good fifteen minutes, with Jamie taking a few short breaks to stroke and lick the length of Ambrose's cock and allow his stretched jaws to recover a bit. All the while Ambrose smiled at the other men as Jamie gave him the service he had desired. However, after a bit all of the boats began to lose headway as Ambrose got closer to cumming. Ambrose himself was growing weak in his loins and was unable to concentrate on his paddling, and the other men wanted to stay close by and see the finish of this! Jamie was the first to know that it was nearing an end because he felt the now familiar swelling and hardening just before Ambrose would feed him his reward. And then it happened. Ambrose stopped all pretense of paddling and cried out as he began to flood his ropes of thick semen into Jamie's mouth. When it was over, Ambrose lifted the cover so the men could see Jamie still licking the fat man meat of their boss. When Jamie looked up, all of them saw the spunk running down his chin and smeared on his lips. Jamie just smiled and waved at them and using his tongue and fingers he licked his master's cum from his face. That was another turning point for Jamie. He had not even fully realized that he was still trying to hide his homosexuality from the other men. To somehow pretend that no one knew that he was being fucked every night as a woman. But that is what he was doing when he avoided showing any outward affection toward Ambrose. Partly he had still been unsure how the others would accept it. But at a deeper level he now realized that he had also been holding on to the last vestige of his own manhood. Clearly, Ambrose had decided to break down the last barriers and had openly queered Jamie in front of all of the men. From that time on Jamie was free with his love and affection and he also more fully accepted his place as Ambrose's squaw-man. The days blended one into the next, as the men moved up river. They stopped at all of the Mandan villages to visit, feast and trade. As the spring deepened into summer the band was several hundred miles up the Missouri from St. Louis. The land was beginning to become rough and broken along the banks of the river, and the current became ever harder to manage. But still, despite the work and sometimes danger Jamie felt alive for the first time in his life. He knew that he had found his home and that he would never leave this land. And with each passing day, and more importantly with each passing night Jamie and Ambrose's love and bond became stronger. Now at night after he made love to Jamie, Ambrose would sometimes talk of a future together. On such nights Jamie would stay up watching Ambrose's face as he slept next to him and the swelling feeling growing within his breast could be nothing except love! At those times he wished that nothing would ever change. -------------------------------------------------- But with life all things change, and this is even truer in the wilderness. "Don't be wandering too far laddie," Ambrose warned as Jamie started to go into the nearby gullies to relieve himself. "We're getting into some pretty dangerous country and I have a feeling in my gut that we have been watched the last few days." "Okay Ambrose," Jamie replied as he continued into the brush. "Hey, come back here and get your rifle you fool!" Running back to get the forgotten weapon Jamie said, "I never think about the gun as long as you're close by." "Well from here on out you need to start remembering!" Ambrose barked at him. When Jamie had gone a bit further into the breaks than he had planned he found a private place along a small stream to empty his bowels and wash himself. As he was just squatting with his pants around his ankles, Jamie was startled to see three large native men running at him from only fifteen feet away. He didn't even have time to cry out before they were on him and a strong hand covered his mouth. Jamie was so frightened that he lost all of his strength and simply began to piss on himself in his fear. The men quickly subdued the young man, pulled up his pants and carried him to a place where two other men held several horses. Jamie was quickly gagged and bound and was passed up into the arms of a large man. In a matter of moments the band quietly slipped into the surrounding breaks and gullies. And within fifteen minutes Jamie was forever gone from the only love he had ever known! Ambrose was beside himself with rage and impotent fury. When Jamie had failed to return he had quickly called some men to spread out and search for him. It could be anything Ambrose knew; he could just have become disoriented and was wandering in the nearby brush filled gullies. Or he could have slipped and was lying injured. Or, his worst fear could be coming true; the nagging feeling that he and many of the men had shared the past few days that hostile eyes were following them. If a raiding party from one of the nomadic bands had taken Jamie, it would be very difficult to find him. It was actually easy to follow Jamie's tracks to where he had squatted. It was equally easy to read the sign of what had happened. And when they found where the men had mounted many horses Ambrose knew that Jamie was lost. Without horses they had no chance whatsoever of rescuing the wonderful young man that all of them had come to love... and yet, none felt the loss as did Ambrose. The men had never seen him so shaken. Many of them had been with him through many a fight where close friends had died, but never had they seen the big man with tears of pain freely flowing down his face. It was a quiet and sad party that returned to the camp. "He's gone boys," Ambrose said after they had made it back to camp. "There's naught we can do about it. So in our own defense let us break this camp as quickly as possible and move to the other side of the river. If the band of villains is larger than we think, then that should give us some defense." And so with haste they broke camp and left the place of heartbreak behind. Mountain Man That night Ambrose wept into the shirt of the lad he had come to consider his mate. Delirious with grief and anger he cried out, "Forgive me Jamie...it's all my fault...you couldn't have known the danger...but I knew and let you go! Oh, Father in heaven have mercy on me...have mercy and keep him safe oh Lord I beg you!" Then making the sign of the cross over his broken heart, Ambrose rolled over and cried himself to sleep. But it would be many years before the scar of pain in Ambrose's heart would be healed over. Such was the way of this land; one moment the sky is blue and the birds are singing and then death comes sweeping in like a wraith. -------------------------------------------------- As for Jamie, he was too stunned to fully appreciate the predicament he was now in. The band was now moving rapidly onto the plains above the breaks and he could tell they were working towards the north. Beyond that he could only try to stay astride the cantering horse he had been tied to during a brief stop once the band was safely away. He had no illusions about any hope of escape. He was simply and surly a prisoner. His captors rode ever northward. Jamie was becoming delirious with fatigue and the constant riding had left him chapped and sore all along his inner thighs and butt. It hadn't helped that the men would not let him off the horse during the day. They had even ignored his pleas when they had stopped to take a break to stretch and piss. After several hours holding his bladder the first day, he finally realized that he was going to have to piss in his pants as he rode along. Eventually he could hold it no longer and he felt a mixed relief and shame as he felt the warm liquid soak his pants and run down his legs. The men obviously found this funny and had been waiting for him to do it. However, worse than the humiliation he felt was the constant rubbing of the wet material on his already raw skin. About the third night into the ordeal Jamie noticed that the men seemed more relaxed, obviously secure in the fact that they had won their prize. That night Jamie watched from his place where he was staked to the ground as the men began to break off into the pairs he had first noticed among the river men. Knowing that these men were about to have sex made tears return to his eyes as he remembered Ambrose and his tender embraces. But soon the noises of men having sex caused him to think about his new captors and he realized that perhaps they too were just men like the others he had known. However, remembering the angry looks and blows he had received from some of them made him reconsider just how much alike they were. Only time would tell the answer to that question. The fifth day there was excitement in the band. They stopped and cleaned themselves and their horses and attired themselves with fresh adornment. Instinctively Jamie understood that this part of his ordeal was coming to an end, and with another hour of travel he saw the village of several hundred dwellings nestled into a small valley beside a flowing river. The men stopped on a rise outside the village until it was clear that they had been spotted and the people were gathering below. Then with a shout and great fanfare the men rode pell-mell into the midst of the gathering crowd. Jamie was holding on for dear life as they galloped through the screaming people and barking dogs. Once more around the encampment and then they pulled up sharply in the midst of the crowd. Actually it was all quite glorious and thrilling. But at that moment Jamie couldn't appreciate the grandeur. The one who Jamie now knew was the leader of the men who had captured him came toward him and untying his hands he jerked the young man to the ground. Without so much as a second to catch his breath Jamie was jerked to his feet. The man tied a leather leash around Jamie's neck, and pulling him along like a dog he began to chant and prance through the crowd. The women and children all gathered around and laughed and jeered at the captive, a few of them even struck him with small switches while many others seemed in awe of his reddish blond hair and white skin and reached to touch it. Then almost as quickly as it all started the celebration ceased. The people, still obviously happy, began to become busy in some type of activity that Jamie didn't understand. But Jamie had little time to think about it as he was roughly led to a small shelter made of animal skins and pushed inside. He was very quickly trussed again hand and foot and lay there with his face in the dust wondering what would happen next. His imagination began to work overtime and he recalled every scary story the men had told about some of the native people in this region. The stories all seemed to center around torture and cannibalism. However, he also recalled how Ambrose had told him in the quiet of their bed how most of all that was baloney talk. Just a bunch of hot air the men blew out to entertain themselves and scare greenhorns he had said. Ambrose had told him that the local people were mostly just people like everyone else, most of them were good and a few were bad. Jamie held on to that thought as he listened to the excitement all around him. Jamie was startled when the woman entered his shelter. In his exhaustion he had fallen asleep and now realized it was late afternoon. Starting to wake up, he focused his attention on the woman and saw that she had brought water and a scrap of cloth. First she helped him sit up and held the bowl to his parched lips and allowed him to quench his thirst. After he had his fill, she dipped the rag into the bowl and began to wash his face and arms. How good it felt to have some of the grime washed from the scrapes he had received these past many days. When the woman spoke to him in broken English, Jamie felt relief wash over him. He had not communicated with anyone since he had been captured and the sound of another voice brought him a bit of hope that perhaps if he could just speak to someone he would find his freedom. However, the woman made it clear with her broken words that she had come to prepare him for some type of test this night! "I am Me-ta-osa-ka," she told Jamie. "I am the only speaker of your words in this place. In your language my name is like Busy-Bee-Working, but more words, you to call me Bee Girl your language. I am like you, I come from far away, but now I am here. I am told to explain to you how you to know about tonight." Jamie nodded that he understood, and the young woman continued, "Tonight you must choose a way to go. You will go to the fire and stand before Pe-zhe-kins, the man who brought you here. All will watch. Pe-zhe-kins will point at one side to the war shield with knife on top. Then he point to other side with other things. On top of doe skin is red marking clay in bowl and woman's clothes. You to choose which side you go. Choose knife, you fight Pe-zhe-kins. You kill him you go home. He kill you, you do not go. If you do not choose the knife you must choose the woman's way and become 'win-yank-teh-ca' for Pe-zhe-kins. You must choose one. You no choose you be taken away and it is bad. You no choose maybe make you slave, maybe kill." As Jamie heard the girl's words he turned pale and started to tremble. The girl saw and understood his fear. Bee Girl then tried to further explain, "Unless you are strong warrior, you no fight Pe-zhe-kins, he kill you. Maybe you like me. I no fight. I wear dress. I am 'win-yank-teh-ca'. Means to be as a woman." For the first time Jamie realized that he was talking to a young man about his own age. He had mistaken him for a woman because of the dress and his behavior. Now his mind began racing with questions. Not knowing where to start Jamie blurted out,"What does it mean to be a squaw man here? And what must I do, and how will I live, and how will he treat me and how will others treat me?" Jamie was asking questions so fast that Bee Girl's eyes widened in confusion. Never had she heard someone talk so fast in English and she had no idea of what he had said. Finally after several starts and stops the two began to communicate and most of Jamie's questions were answered. Jamie was able to make it clear that he knew that he could not survive a fight with his captor. Understanding this Bee Girl seemed to relax. In fact now that she knew he was no fighting man she was no longer frightened of Jamie and felt more at ease. Also, instinctively she understood that he was like her. After tonight he would be 'win-yank-teh-ca' like her and she wanted to help him along this path as much as possible. So patiently Bee Girl explained about tonight's ceremony in more detail. She told him that when first offered the knife, Jamie should turn away from it. When offered the dress, Jamie must first remove all of his clothes and stand before Pe-zhe-kins for his inspection. She told him that Pe-zhe-kins would probably look into Jamie's mouth and feel his body to see if he was healthy. Bee Girl made sure Jamie understood that he must not look at Pe-zhe-kins' face. To do so would be like saying that he was Pe-zhe-kins' equal and would be an insult. Tonight Jamie must always look downward in submission. If Pe-zhe-kins is satisfied after the inspection that Jamie is healthy and desirable, he will point toward the women's things and Jamie must go and kneel on the doe skin. First he must take the red clay rouge and paint circles on both sides of his chest to signify that he has taken a woman's breasts. At that, Bee Girl lowered his own top and showed Jamie the two large circles drawn there so he would know what to do later. Jamie gazed at the bare chest and the two circles drawn around the dark brown nipples. Oddly, he found the painted circles attractive, and understanding now what they symbolized he was drawn to them. Bee Girl went on to tell him that after that he should pick up the woman's garments, and holding them in both hands with palms up he must go and kneel naked before Pe-zhe-kins. Thus, Jamie would be offering his gratitude for the undeserved gifts. Then, Pe-zhe-kins and some of the men will talk and if all agree, Pe-zhe-kins will return to Jamie and lay his hand on top of his head to signify that he accepts Jamie's surrender and will take him into his own lodge. Continuing, Bee Girl told him after this all the people will shout and be very happy. Some of the women, including Bee Girl, will take him to the woman's lodge and bathe him and dress him in his new garments. As the women prepare him, the people will begin the celebration. Finally after the people can stand it no longer, Jamie will be presented to them. He will then be a part of this people and find his place in the lodge of Pe-zhe-kins. Knowing now that Jamie was not a man, Bee Girl felt comfortable doing more for him than she would have before. It would not have been allowed for her to bathe his body had he been a man preparing for an upcoming battle with Pe-zhe-kins. But knowing now that he was not, Bee Girl untied him and began to remove Jamie's clothes so she could clean him that he might look better for tonight's ceremony. Jamie was so very thankful for the care and attention Bee Girl was showing toward him after his long ordeal. It felt good to have her wash his body, and when she saw the raw skin along his inner thighs and buttocks she stood to leave saying she would return. Bee Girl quickly re-entered the shelter and started to smooth some type of ointment on his raw skin. She had also brought a comb and began to clean and untangle his hair. Jamie didn't know it then, but Bee Girl was more excited than she had ever been to be able to touch Jamie and his hair. Already many of the people were saying that he was a good omen for the village, and his pale skin and light colored hair appeared to them as perhaps someone sacred had been brought to them. In fact Jamie would later learn that Bee Girl was a highly honored 'two souls' person and was given the task of caring for this special prisoner so that the spirits might not be offended. When Jamie had been thoroughly washed he hated to hear Bee Girl tell him that he must put his old clothes back on. Seeing Jamie's distaste Bee Girl said, "It will be for just a short time. Think of your new clothes waiting. You will like them much better than these." Bee Girl emphasized her last words by pinching her nose closed against the stench. Jamie laughed at her joke and reaching out he hugged the young squaw-man to his body. Bee Girl returned the hug and said, "This is a good day for this people," and lowering her eyes added, "And a good day for me." As Jamie dressed himself Bee Girl added, "Pe-zhe-kins is a good man. He is brave and kind. He will care for you very well. All of the people will accept you if he does and you will be happy." "Thank you for your kindness Bee Girl. I had no understanding of what to do. You have made me feel safer. I have already begun to walk the path of being a woman. The man from whom I was taken is named Ambrose. He taught me many things about this path. I only hope that Pe-zhe-kins will come to love and care for me in the same way as Ambrose did." Jamie said these things but with the lack of a common tongue he could not fully express all of the mixed feelings he felt churning inside his body. But Bee Girl seemed to somehow understand, and repeated the words meant to bring comfort to the frightened young man, "Pe-zhe-kins is a good man. He will be gentle with you and accept you as a two spirited one if you will forget that you once were a man." Jamie thought he understood what she was trying to say to him. He was thankful in that moment for the journey that Ambrose had begun to take him down. He had already mostly accepted that he was a squaw-man, or as Bee Girl said, a two spirited one. Jamie knew that if he had not been given that chance to become comfortable with his own sexuality, had he not already started to let his true spirit live freely, then he would have felt he must fight Pe-zhe-kins and would have been killed this night. Now Jamie began to look upon what was about to happen to him tonight as perhaps just the next step to take in finally finding his right place in this world. He knew that he would always love Ambrose, and now he also knew how much he owed the big man for slowly peeling away the fears of his homosexuality so Jamie could be free to live his true life. As Jamie was thinking these things, Bee Girl said, "It is time. Come, walk as a man for the last time." At those words, Jamie got up and followed the other young 'win-yank-teh-ca' toward his future. -------------------------------------------------- Epilogue Much more could be told of Jamie's new life, but that would take a large book. But, it seems worthwhile to at least add a brief summary of Jamie's later years so the readers of this tale might not be left dissatisfied with unknowing. That first night happened just as Bee Girl had told him. Soon Jamie came to be called by a name that meant; A Hen of the Prairie Grouse Who Has White Feathers. In English he went by White Bird Girl. The name was one of great honor and respect and held a spiritual meaning to the people. And as Bee Girl had promised, Pe-zhe-kins was indeed a kind and caring man. He brought Jamie into his family where Pe-zhe-kins' one other wife was happy that he had finally taken another woman to help her. Pe-zhe-kins' children quickly learned to love White Bird Girl as part of the family, and he loved them as if they were his own. Plus, the honor that White Bird brought to Pe-zhe-kins' lodge made them all proud. As time went forward, Pe-zhe-kins would often go to Jamie White Bird's bed and make love to the 'win-yank-teh-ca' as his first wife lay on the other side of the lodge and watched them. She felt no jealousy towards White Bird, she was just happy for Pe-zhe-kins and her family that the two spirited one was here. For Jamie, the love making was not as satisfying as he had known with Ambrose, mostly because Pe-zhe-kins was more subdued and did not have the same fiery lust as the big river man had. And yet, he always made sure that Jamie was satisfied and all in all Jamie White Bird was content. Jamie White Bird lived with Pe-zhe-kins and his family for eleven winters. All the while he learned the ways of his new people with a zeal and interest that attested to his keen mind and education. Because of his understanding of the ways of the white intruders and his embrace of the ways of the people, Jamie's advice and counsel was more and more respected and sought. Then, without warning Jamie White Bird's life took another change when Pe-zhe-kins own life was taken. His horse had stumbled into a hidden burrow of some digging animal as he chased a buffalo for the kill. The horse landed on top of the brave man and instantly crushed the life from his body. After that, Pe-zhe-kins' first wife and their children went to live with her sister and her husband. The elders talked for many days and finally decided that Jamie White Bird had showed honor and loyalty to the people and that he should have his own dwelling lodge and choose his own path to walk. And so began the next stage of Jamie's journey. Now in middle age, he had an intimate knowledge of the language, spiritual beliefs and culture of the people he had come to accept as his own. But the things the people respected and valued the most was Jamie White Bird's understanding of mathematics, the written words and the way of white traders. He became well known among both white and native as one you could not trick or cheat. His own reputation had grown to the point where many men would come to his lodge not only to share his bed, but to listen to his quiet words and suggestions as they lay together on the bed talking afterwards. Thus it has been from the beginning, as the quite words of the women help shape the course of decisions made by the tribal leaders. Eventually as the white invaders pushed ever closer, it was in large part Jamie White Bird's words and counsel that led the elders to give way to the constant push instead of fighting. Jamie had been able to convince them of the inevitable strength of the white man, and thus the band survived with little impact to their way of life. Finally near the end of his life the people had been pushed far north and west of the place the Creator had first given them. While life was harder there in what we know now as western central Canada east of the Athabasca River, it was still free and the people survived. In his old age Jamie White Bird often reflected on the course of his life. Of his kind parents, of Benjamin, of Ambrose, Pe-zhe-kins, Bee Girl his lifelong friend, and all of the other people and events that had come to him to bless him. For as many years as he could remember Jamie White Bird would arise before the dawn to worship and offer his thanksgiving to the Creator for the many blessings he had received. How could he have known when he left his childhood home to become a mountain man how the Creator would show him his true path? Now he laughed at ever wanting to be a mountain man or for thinking that they were in touch with the heartbeat of the land. To the true people, and now also to him, the so called mountain men were but stumbling fools bashing about the sacred earth taking but never giving anything in return. Somehow the Creator had known Jamie's heart and had sent Pe-zhe-kins to rescue him and bring him to these people. It was they who had taught him a true oneness with the Creation. It was these people who had allowed his true inner spirit to live. It was these people who had accepted and honored those like him; those known as 'two spirits' who had been given the body of a man but had also been blessed with the spirits of both man and woman on the inside. It was these people who understood that the Creator had called some to be 'two spirited' in order to mediate the gap between man and woman. It was these people who knew that those such as he were special and sacred. Yes he was certainly blessed. Mountain Man's Prey Author's note: I want to apologize ahead of time for the length of this piece. I began writing it and it just got away from me. I guess I should be glad the words came so easily, but I am afraid I may have written too much. Again I apologize for the overall length, but I really do hope each of you enjoy this piece. Rob woke up early hoping to make it to work in time to impress his boss with his work ethic. A rumor had been circulating around the office in recent weeks that his branch would be downsized and that not all employees would be absorbed by another branch in the area. As he stirred he noticed the sun as its early dawn brightness speared him directly in the face. He threw off his light blanket and stood up stretching high above his head and saw his reflection in the mirror across the room. He was a nice looking guy, 24 years old, black hair, blue eyes, and a body that showed his dedication to exercise. He had well defined pectorals as well as a flat well defined stomach. His abs looked as if they had been chiseled by Michelangelo himself, with their sharp edges. Although he was well built and muscular, he was of slight size, only standing around 5 foot 6 inches. His eyes dropped down to see his cock's reflection as well and he noticed his early morning erection. While he was small in stature he had a fairly decent cock on him, it was about 7 inches and fairly thick as well, and he kept himself well maintained, shaving his pleasure zone every few days. Normally he would have taken the time to ease his stiffness, but this morning was different, he had no time to waste. He quickly made his way to the bathroom to perform his normal morning routine. After showering, brushing his teeth and a small amount of primping, he exited to the bedroom and his closet to get dressed. Today was Friday, so casual dress was acceptable, but he thought if he was going to impress the boss, perhaps a suit and tie was in order. After a quick breakfast and filling his coffee cup, he exited in a whirlwind. Rob arrived early just as he had planned and immediately set to work gathering expense reports and other paperwork he would need for his meeting that morning. He worked diligently and was disappointed when his manager didn't show up until just minutes before 9 a.m. He had done it all for nothing, his anger and aggravation was apparent to his coworkers, but he soon shrugged it off, knowing that he would at least be prepared well enough for the big meeting. As he made his way into the conference room, an uneasy feeling soon came over him and it only got worse when he saw his boss, Jim enter the room with a simple pink file folder. The pink folder had become widely feared in the office as of late, it was the pink slip folder, the folder of doom. Rob stood to extend his hand to Jim and as they shook hands he could see the genuine pain in Jim's eyes and he knew he had been let go. He sat down and started shuffling through the paperwork he had spent all morning getting ready, and could feel his stomach turning in waves of anxiety and panic. "I've got all the latest expense reports here for you sir" he stated nervously refusing to look up at the man who was about to ruin his life. "Uh... that's great Rob. Thank you" Jim said as he took the huge stack of paperwork Rob had worked so hard on. "Damn, kid, this must have taken you quite a while to put this all together?" Jim continued in genuine amazement. "Yeah. Uh, yes sir, I came in early this morning to finish up" he said as he fought back the urge to cry. Rob had always been the emotional sort, he would often be teased by his friends for being too sensitive, but it was just his way, as his mother had constantly reminded him growing up. "Listen Rob" Jim continued, "I know what a good worker you are, but I have some bad news for you. As you know the company is downsizing this branch and can't offer everyone a position in New Albany. I hate to do this but you simply do not have the seniority, and I'm afraid I am going to have to let you go." Jim could see the hurt in the young man's eyes and was angry that he had to do this, knowing that Rob was twice the worker that some of the older workers who were being transferred were. He had no choice, but he had insisted that Rob be given a generous severance package and that he be allowed to at least continue his benefit package until the end of the year. He had not done this for all of the employees that were being let go, only the ones that he thought deserved it. "Now listen Rob", Jim continued, "I know this is hard to hear, but you will get a very generous severance check and will be allowed to continue the benefits of your employee health plan until the end of the year. I know this doesn't make up for being terminated, but at least it softens the blow, I hope." Jim extended a check to Rob and as he accepted it, they shook hands as friends. "When is my last day?" Rob asked as he still fought back the tears. "Today will be your last day" Jim said, "I'm sorry but this is an immediate dismissal. We'll skip the exit interview and all the other formalities. If you would just clean out your desk, you can leave anytime you'd like." Rob felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach, his head still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. He stood and as he left the room, he turned to nod his head at Jim, noticing that the large man had turned away, staring out the large window as he dropped his head and shaking it from side to side. It was obvious to Rob now that Jim had not enjoyed firing him. He had always seemed like such a tyrant, but in this light he looked more like a grieving parent. After cleaning out his desk and saying goodbye to a few friends in the office, he picked up his belongings and made his way back home. It wasn't even lunch time yet, and here he was walking back into his tiny one bedroom apartment. His mind was in a bit of a daze as he sat down the small box and made his way to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge. He stood at his living room window staring out at the city as he took a long cool drink of water and loosened his tie. "What in the hell am I going to do now?" he asked himself out loud. This was certainly not a good time to be out of work, the economy was in turmoil and he knew it might take a long time for it to recover. He stood there, transfixed, as his thoughts ran around his head. Finally he was able to tear himself away from his anxiety and was soon focused on emptying the box. He smiled as he went through the pictures of his time spent in the office. The parties, events and fun times he had had with his coworkers were all good memories. He soon found the envelope which Jim had handed him during their meeting, and he ripped it open in anger and disgust which had boiled to the surface quickly. He removed the small slip of paper, and also found a note, which he read first. The note read, "Rob, I know this is hard to take, and I know you don't think it is fair, I just wanted you to know, that I agree. If it had been left up to me, you would be going with us to New Albany, but unfortunately, it isn't. I hope this makes it a little easier to handle and maybe takes the sting out of it a little. Your friend, Jim." Rob smiled at the note and was actually touched that Jim had taken the time to write it. He then read the check, and as his eyes scanned the check's amount line, he stumbled back onto his couch. The amount of the check was equal to two year's salary with a very generous doubling of his previous year's bonuses. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, "I don't believe this!" He soon found himself at his bank, making the largest deposit he had ever made. He thought about calling Jim to thank him for his generosity, but thought maybe it was better to just let it go. He would however send a discreet letter of thanks to the man who had literally just saved him a lot of worry. A week later he found himself driving to the countryside upstate, looking forward to some time away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He had packed for a week, but knew he would probably stay longer if the urge asserted itself. It had been years since his last true vacation, and he really felt like he needed this. He arrived at the trailhead in the early afternoon, and he was eager to start his hike. He planned on spending the week hiking the mountains as he had done as a teenager and while in college. Rob soon unpacked his gear and excitedly made his way up the trail, and soon all he could see and hear was nature. After camping for the night he made his way to one of the public restroom stations and shower stalls along the more heavily traveled parts of the trail. He was surprised at how clean the showers were and was happy to take advantage of the emptiness of the building. He stood there as the surprisingly warm water allowed him to lather his small frame. He was completely unaware that he was no longer alone; a rather large man had entered the shower stall next to him. As he heard the other showers' faucets turn on, he was startled. The soapy suds from his shampoo was hindering his sight, not allowing him to see the stranger. Finally, after quickly and frantically rinsing his hair and face he opened his eyes to see a rather large man showering. The man's head was huge, just like the rest of him, or at least what Rob could see of him. He had broad shoulders, a wide chest and it was seemed to Rob that the man hadn't seen the inside of a gym in quite some time. His head was covered with long grayish brown hair, and it looked as if it had been years since he had shaved. Rob could just barely see the top of his stomach due to the shower stall partition, but it was obviously of the large variety, but was still very muscular. He found himself smiling to as he thought about the man and was terrified when he noticed the man staring at him with an almost evil expression on his face. "What the hell are you smiling at boy?" he asked in gravelly voice. "Oh... Uhh... Nothing sir. I apologize; I thought I was alone in here. You startled me, that's all" he stammered in response, as he slowly turned from the man's gaze. Rob continued showering even though the he could feel the man's eyes still fixed on him. He was soon finished and made his way back to his campsite to get himself dressed and get out of there as soon as possible. The large man had terrified him, he was eager to put distance between himself and the beast. Soon he was on his way and after traveling a short way he decided it was time for him to venture off the main trail, just as he had done in the past. The hiking was hard and soon he found himself in need of rest, so he found a suitable spot for lunch and sat down upon a large fallen log to enjoy his prepared meal. The sun was now high in the sky and the heat was becoming more intense with each passing minute. After resting for only a short while he made his way further into the wilderness, unaware of the danger that was ahead. It was soon late afternoon and he was in the deep cover of the wilderness, far from the trail, in an area normally only inhabited by wildlife. Using the few tools he had brought along he cleared a small patch of land near a rather large creek just below. After gathering some firewood and setting up his tent he soon began preparing his first hot campfire dinner in a long time. After dinner he made his way down to the creek to wash up his camping utensils. As he finished he felt the water that had warmed in the heat of the day and enjoyed how it felt on his skin as it soaked through the thin cotton khaki pants he was wearing. He returned the utensils to his camp and looked around as if to see anyone around, even though he knew he was totally alone... Or so he thought. Rob then turned back facing the creek and started to remove his clothes totally unaware that only a short distance away, the large man from the shower stood in hiding, watching his every movement. The large man's name was Jackson, and he was a very large specimen. He stood behind a large boulder, examining his prey, and he liked what he saw. Jackson watched as Rob removed his thin cotton tee shirt, then his khaki hiking pants, standing there in only his boxers. Jackson felt a stirring in his groin, rubbing it to ease the constraint of his blue jeans. Jackson watched as Rob now made his way to the water's edge, dipping a bare foot in to test its temperature, which was still rather warm, even on his bare skin. The mountain man continued his rubbing as Rob looked around again nervously looking for anyone who might see him, and Jackson saw a sly smile stretch across the young man's smooth face. Rob was really turning the old hermit on, it had been many years since he had escaped to the mountain after being labeled as a homosexual, which was like a death sentence in his early life. He had escaped here to make a life alone and apart from the judgmental people who had forced him to leave the small town nearby. The strain on his crotch was becoming unbearable and soon he loosed his huge cock so he could ease the binding. As Rob slowly and almost seductively removed his boxers, the old man's eyes beheld a wonderful looking young ass, perfectly round and well toned. He was a tiny man, Jackson thought to himself, just the kind he had always liked, and he soon started to stroke his massive tool as he watched the young man enter the slowly running water. Rob was now in the water to just below his waist, giving Jackson a fine view of his torso and chest. The young man definitely had a strong body, albeit a small one. Rob continued his frolicking until just before sunset, and soon found his erection undeniable any longer. The act of being nude outdoors had always excited him, even as a teenager, he would often do this very thing on his many hikes along similar trails in his hometown. He had never been caught, although in the back of his mind, he had always wanted to be. The thought of being completely vulnerable excited him in a way he had never fully understood, it raised burning desires in him that seemed to take over his mind completely. This thought had now returned in a fever which made him begin to stroke himself lewdly, and he didn't care if anyone saw him or not. He made his way to a large flat rock which stuck out of the water, and climbed atop the stone's cool surface, letting his lower legs still linger in the water's warm current. Jackson could not believe his eyes, his fantasy was coming true right before his very eyes. For years now he had dreamed of finding such a sight, and to engage the man one on one. He stood stroking himself at a quickening pace, matching the young man stroke for stroke, trying to decide if he should make his move now or later that night. Rob's hand expertly worked his cock, and Jackson heard his moans of pleasure as well as his quick breaths of excitement mix with his own. The young man rubbed his nipples and chest sensually as Jackson tried to imagine the tiny young man in his bed, locked in his passionate, strong embrace. This thought overwhelmed Jackson and soon he felt the beginnings of an orgasm building to a level he hadn't felt in years. Rob was lying on the rock stroking himself passionately, imagining his mouth wrapped around a hard tool of his friend Chris from work. They had often hooked up on occasion, even though Chris was straight, he enjoyed Rob's willingness to please him. Rob had known of his sexuality for only a few years. He had grown up in a strict religious household where homosexuality was frowned upon. He had discovered his true self just after finishing high school when he had gone to a graduation party for one of his school friends. It was there where he had found himself cornered by his friends' uncle, a man in his sixties who had an appetite for fresh young men. At first he had been terrified of the older man as he trapped him in a darkened closet, forcing him to submit to his lust. But soon he found himself in a world of unknown pleasure as the old man forced him to satisfy him orally, shoving a huge cock deep into his uneducated mouth, forcing him to deep throat his bulge. The complete lack of control had turned him on so much that he began to seek it out in other areas, unable to find it again. As Rob was stretched out on the rock, Jackson was coming ever closer to his own orgasm, which was now crashing through his mind as the intensity built. He was listening intently to the young man's moans of pleasure and abruptly stopped his stroking when he heard the young man say, "Oh yeah baby, feed me that stiff cock Chris. Please! I need to feel it in my mouth, I want to taste your cum baby!" Jackson quickly scanned the area, looking for this 'Chris', had he missed something, did he have somebody with him. As he heard the young man continue his begging and masturbating, he quickly realized that he was only imagining 'Chris', and that he was indeed alone. Jackson soon took up his erection once more stroking its full length as the slight dribbling of his juices added lubrication to his work. As he neared his point of no return, he heard the young man begin to moan louder in his own pleasure, and soon they were both shooting their sticky, white cream everywhere, as a loud grunt escaped Jackson's lips, a sound unnoticed by Rob. He watched as the young man continued his reclining for a few more minutes as he himself squeezed out the last few drops of juice from his still throbbing manhood. The orgasm had been unlike anything he had felt in years, since retreating to live in the high mountain passes he now called home. He saw Rob slowly start to stir, and as he slipped back down to the now cooling water, Jackson made his retreat, deciding to return later that night to claim his long awaited prey. As he rinsed in the cooling water Rob felt a strangeness around him, as if he were being watched, a feeling he dismissed after closely scanning the now dimly lit forest. He continued his cleaning and soon exited the water, feeling the cool air nipping at his skin, causing copious amounts of goose bumps to appear on his smooth skin. He hurriedly made his way back to his campfire and after adding a few sticks to its dwindling flame, he stood naked, enjoying the warmth on his skin. He then decided he would sleep naked, knowing he was alone, he still felt a little naughty, which added to his excitement. Within minutes he was lying atop his opened sleeping bag near the fires warmth, looking up at the night sky, noticing clouds as they drifted by in the moonlight as he soon fell victim to sleep's embrace. Jackson had made his way back to a small campsite of his own, with the thoughts of the young man still heavy in his mind. He packed up his few supplies that he had ventured down the mountain to retrieve in the small town near the base of the mountain. He did this once every few months so he would not be without bare essentials that he could not make on his own. He gained money through his trapping and trading of furs, just as in the old days, but now it was becoming more difficult due to the fact that fur was no longer a hot commodity. He also had money from his family, a substantial amount of it, which his father had given to him before he had forced him to leave home. Jackson's father loved his son, but knew if the rumors continued, that it would ruin his life as well as Jackson's, so he set up a generous trust in Jackson's name, and over the years the amount had continued to grow, although Jackson was unsure of exactly how much. He would simply walk into the local bank, fill out a withdrawal slip, and leave the bank with cash in hand, never asking for the total amount in the account. Money was not important to Jackson, the mountain was all that mattered to him, it was his home now and he loved it. Mountain Man's Prey A few short hours later Jackson had made his way back to the young man's campsite and was thrilled to see Rob sleeping naked atop his sleeping bag. Jackson soon raised his head to the sky as a warm wind passed by, the storm would soon be here, and perhaps he should wait a little longer to see if it passes. Within minutes the rain began to fall as if it were being poured from a bucket, the wind shifted from the north adding a chill to the air, and thunder clapped loudly, awakening his sleeping prey. Rob awoke with a start, feeling the rain and cool wind on his bare skin. Jackson slowly slid further behind a large oak tree that was providing him cover as well as protection from the storm. He was surprised that his target didn't seek shelter in his tent, unaware of Rob's fascination with being naked in a storm. The fire fought to stay lit as the rain pounded the now moist ground, and Rob sat up, resting on his hands and turned his face to the sky feeling the rain hit his face and trickle down his smooth, hairless body. Jackson soon felt another stirring in his loins as he watched in amazement of the young man's raw sexuality begging to be taken by him. He could withstand it no longer; he would take his prey now, not waiting for him to sleep. He lightly lowered his supply pack and retrieved a length of strong braided rope from within; still watching Rob's every move. 'You're mine now, boy', he thought to himself, stealthily making his way into Rob's camp. Rob was totally oblivious to the danger he was now in, continuing to enjoy the rain as it trickled slowly over him. A smile was now across his face as he began to rub his smooth chest, feeling the moisture between his fingers, and lightly pinched his right nipple as his head lowered to watch his fingers pull on it. Jackson had made his way behind him, so his shadow was not seen in the dying firelight, and now Rob spread his legs, grasping at his hardening rod. The old man was glad to see his prey distracted as he was now only feet away. Rob's hand was continuing their work when a large flash of lightning lit up the entire area accompanied by a loud boom of thunder. He shook his head trying to remove the torrent of water that was now flooding down his face, knowing what he had just seen could not be real. He could have sworn he had just seen a large black shadow coming from behind him. He slowly turned his head to examine the area and screamed out loud as he saw the large mass behind him, just as the light of the fire flickered itself out. The huge mass had pounced on him, he struggled with all his might but the beast, which he was still unsure of exactly what it was, was just too strong. "Stop struggling boy", he heard the familiar deep voice say, "it will only make it worse!" "What... Who are you!" Rob screamed in his almost feminine toned voice. "What do you want? You can take whatever you want, just leave me alone! Please don't hurt me!" "I ain't going to hurt you, dammit! Now quit your fighting!" Jackson said as he felt the young man go limp out of exhaustion. "Please... take what you want. My wallet is over there in my pants, just please leave, I won't tell anyone about this, I swear!" Rob pleaded through his teary sobs of helplessness. "Hah!" Jackson laughed loudly as he forced Rob over onto his stomach and pulling his hands behind his back, grasping them strongly in one hand as the other retrieved the rope. "I don't want your money boy, I've got money. What I don't have is a nice boy to do my bidding. I have waited so long for such a boy to come along, and guess what, you are exactly what I like." "What!?" Rob screamed, "You can't do this you bastard! I'm not an animal, you can't just take me without my consent! You can't, you just can't!" "I can do what I like boy. You see we're all alone up here, nobody around for miles, so scream and shout all you want, it ain't going to do you a damn bit of good!" Rob lowered his head in submission, knowing the beast was right, there was nothing he could do to stop this abuse of power. He flinched as the strong hands of his assailant clasped his hands tighter behind him as the rough rope was pulled tight around his tiny wrists. The large mans weight left his tiny frame for only a brief second as he repositioned himself straddling his plump, bare bottom. The large hands now deftly tied his ankles in the same fashion as his wrists, and then he was tied at the knees as well. The restraints were extremely tight and Rob could feel them burying deep into his tender flesh. Next the abuser connected the two ropes around his ankles and wrists with yet another rope, leaving him hogtied and helpless. The ground beneath him was now muddy due to the struggle he had put up earlier, and as the rain continued to pound the earth, droplets of mud splashed onto his face. His body now contorted in an unnatural way, he could feel the cold, muddy ground beneath him as he heard the man's footsteps leave his side. 'Was he leaving? Surely he would not leave him here tied like this, completely helpless to predators. Would he?' Rob was now confused and terrified at the thought of being left here to be eaten by some wild creature, but he still found himself surprised when he heard the large man's footsteps coming closer. Still terrified, but also angry, he screamed out for help, knowing it was a futile effort. The large man just laughed as he screamed louder and louder as he felt the tears now streaming down his dirty face. Jackson had soon heard enough of the pleading, and even though he knew that no one could possibly hear the almost female like screams, he soon tied a sweat soaked rag in the little man's mouth, shutting him up, except for a few muffled screams. "Well now", Jackson bragged loudly, "look at you. All tied up just like a Christmas present, and to think I thought I was on Santa's naughty list." Jackson stood back, admiring his prize as well as his own handiwork, as the rain continued pounding the ground beneath Rob's face. Rob still could not see who this monster was and he was straining against the ropes' tortuous grip. Just then another bright lightning bolt lit up the night, allowing him to see the monster of a man he had seen in the shower earlier. He stared at him in pure fright until the lightning flash went dark, continuing to stare into the darkness. Jackson made his way over to his prizes' side, lifting his small frame easily onto his shoulder, and although Rob began to scream and struggle, the ropes were doing their job, constraining his prey's movements to nothing more than small twitches. He then recovered his supply pack throwing it over his empty shoulder. After a few minutes Rob quit his struggling, coming to the conclusion that he was no match for the ropes or the huge man's knot tying skills. Rob found himself amazed at the man's raw, brute strength. He could feel the muscles through the man's shirt, his shoulders were exceptionally muscled, and he could feel them flex with every movement he made. He had not noticed the man's muscles earlier, only his large belly, which he had thought was fat, but now was becoming clear that indeed it was muscle, a lot of muscle. The man was obviously in good shape Rob thought as they traveled through the thickets of underbrush, thorns tearing at his soft flesh every few seconds, as he would let out slight whimpers. They had traveled for what seemed like an eternity, but had actually been a few hours. The storm had passed only a few minutes earlier, and the air was still damp with moisture. Rob's skin dripped with the rain's left behind moisture. The air was getting much thinner and he could hear the large man's breathing becoming ever more labored. The air was cold and his skin was chilled to the bone by the cool rain moistened air. The man soon stopped his brisk gate, and released the supply pack to the ground, and roughly tossed Rob there as well. Rob landed hard on side, and could see the massive man, walk to a large rock to take a rest. The moon was still high enough to provide sufficient light to see, and he examined his captor closely. He was large, that he already knew, but until now he had not realized just how large, well over 6 feet tall. Rob estimated him to be about six feet four inches tall, and he could not judge his weight for sure because of all his clothing, but he remembered from earlier how heavy he was to him and estimated his weight at around 250 or so. Definitely a large man, someone he could not hope to defeat in a physical confrontation. Rob saw him remove his filthy sweat stained hat, noticing his hair was long and it was sort of a blondish red color. He could not tell for sure due to the dim light the moon offered, but he could see strong facial features, even through the long thick beard he sported. Jackson noticed the young man's gaze and he stared back, causing Rob to look away in fear and oddly enough, embarrassment. "Just what are you looking at boy?" Jackson asked with a sly grin. Rob shook his head and muffled his response through the gag, "Nothing" "Don't worry you little slut, you'll see it all in just a few more hours!" Jackson laughed. As Rob closed his eyes in fear and anger, he was also a little excited much to his own chagrin. He had often fantasized about being abducted, but it was always by some beautiful Adonis, not some brutish mountain man. As he continued his thought he heard the big man pick up his supply sack, and felt his strong hands as they hefted him easily back onto his shoulder. They continued on their long journey as the moon slowly descended in the west and the sun began its ascension in the east. Rob soon surrendered himself to sleep as he bounced on the large shoulder of his captor. "Wake up boy!" Jackson yelled as he tossed his quarry on the ground. Rob landed with a thump on a thick grassy piece of earth, and he slowly raised his eyes to see the sun now bright, lighting the mountain top in a glorious glow. The mountain still loomed large overhead, and she saw a small well constructed cabin sitting amongst a large stand of pine trees. "Welcome home bitch!" Jackson continued, "It's time to see where you will spend the rest of your pathetic little life! Ha-ha!" Rob felt his stomach ball up in terror and soon found himself sobbing in fright and helplessness. Jackson strode away toward the cabin, leaving him hogtied on the ground, his tender white skin laid bare for the heat of the sun's rays. Jackson entered his humble home, beginning immediately storing his new supplies. Then he turned his attention to starting a fire in the large rock fireplace, and then it was off to tidy up the place a bit. He didn't really care if his new toy thought his place was a palace or a dump, but he wanted to clean it up anyway, for his own sake. As he cleaned he passed by one of the small windows in the front of the cabin, and saw his prize wiggling on the ground in hopes of freeing himself. He decided to let the little bitch struggle for awhile in hopes it would tire him out. After finishing the house cleaning, Jackson could feel the call of sleep, and he knew he needed to rest; after all he had just trekked up the mountain with a large load as well as going without sleep for several days. He checked on his prey once more, deciding to let him lay there until he had finished his rest. Thankfully the son had retreated behind dense clouds as yet another storm seemed to be rolling in. Jackson retreated to his bed which was situated along a thick wall of logs and mud near the front door. The fear his young friend had to be in excited him so much he had a hard time drifting off to sleep, but finally the large man was fast asleep, resting his tired, sore muscles. Rob lay on the ground helpless waiting for the beast to come back, but he never did, which worried him. He knew he had not packed him up the mountain to just let him lie here in the sun baking. He could see the massive man moving inside the cabin and realizing that in fact he was just as large as he had originally thought. Rob began to struggle hoping in vain to loosen his restraints, grunting as he struggled. He then saw the man watching him from the window and saw the distinct look of pleasure on his face. He decided to stop struggling since it was obviously giving this brute an untold amount of enjoyment. Rob dropped his head in defeat and continued crying in despair. The sun was now high in the sky, beating down relentlessly, and even though it was only early spring, it was still hot. A few minutes later, he was relieved when the sun made its way behind some clouds, but then he felt a cold drop of water on his shoulder, then another, and yet another. The rain started slowly, but quickly increased in its intensity, as he was yet again tied helplessly under its torrent. As he cried, he released his sore body and mind to a deep restful sleep as the cool rain caressed his young tender skin. It was sometime before Jackson awoke from his slumber, it had been needed by his body to recover from his exertions. He soon heard the rain pelting down hard and the rolls of thunder clapping in the late dusk of the evening. He slowly rose from his bed, stretching and yawning loudly. Making his way to his still open front door, he saw his catch lying motionless on the ground where he had deposited him earlier. Jackson smiled, hoping that all the fight was now gone from the little slut, and slowly made his way through the rain to recover him. The rain seemed warm to his tough leather like skin and the breeze blew in a sweet smell of wild lavender into his nostrils. He stood over Rob as he still slept, looking at the young one's soft, supple body tied securely by his expert knots. The slut's ass was so round and his cock was beginning to beg for it to be placed there. He abruptly scooped up the tender body of his captive, making his way to the heat of the cabin. Rob was struck awake by fear as he noticed the ground passing by quickly beneath him as he bounced once again on the broad shoulder of his tormenter. He was relieved to feel the warmth of the cabin as the door was shut behind them. Jackson walked to his bed and tossed his quarry on to the bed, before making his way to the fireplace to rekindle the fire. He then began preparing a meal for himself and, if he was a good boy, his new slave. Rob struggled to see his new home, but just as before the ropes allowed no movement. Soon he could smell the meal being prepared, and his stomach began to growl in hunger. Jackson began to watch the slut writhe in agony of the unknown, and this he enjoyed very much. He sat there in front of the fire admiring his slave's futile attempts of movement, causing his cock to harden once again. He quickly stripped out of his layers of clothing, standing naked, watching the struggling boy. His cock had hardened nearly to full strength, when he decide to make the slave an offer. "Alright you little slut, I suppose you can smell the meal I have prepared" he said sternly, "now if you want to eat, I'll make you a deal." Rob's mind raced at the thought of his deal, what was it, what could he want? "I'll give you some dinner, and even untie you, if, and only if, you show me what a good little cocksucker you are" he said in a slight laugh. "No!" Rob muffled through the gag as he began to struggle again. "Oh come on now, bitch, I know you like to suck cock, I heard you beg for Chris' cock earlier as you stroked yourself on the rock" he laughed out loud again. Rob was shocked, he had watched him masturbating and heard him fantasizing about his friend and sometime lover Chris. He knew he was gay, or at the very least bisexual. Rob knew himself that he was totally gay, women and pussy disgusted him. "Please! Please just let me go!" he cried through the gag. "Oh no slut! You're all mine now! Chris will have to find someone else to play with now" Jackson laughed again hardily. As Rob continued begging, Jackson walked near the prone slave and removed the gag from his mouth. "Please, mister" Rob begged, "I won't tell anybody about this, just please let me go!" "You're damn right you won't tell anybody about this, you ain't ever leaving this mountain!" Jackson retorted. "Now either suck my cock for your supper or starve and I'll force my cock in that hot little slut mouth anyway. Your choice boy!" Jackson negotiated plainly. Rob thought about his predicament and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be forced to suck this beast's cock, he might as well get a meal out of it. "Fine", Rob whimpered softly. "What was that bitch? You address me as sir from now on! Do you understand you little cum whore!?" Jackson snorted as he smiled at the young man's flinching reaction. "I said fine... sir" , Rob said loudly. This amused Jackson, the little slut had spunk, he liked that, but he would soon break him of the habit of making snide remarks. He grabbed the tiny man's hair and jerked him up so he could sit on his knees while still bound securely. Rob could now see the large man in all his nude glory, he was huge and less hairy than what he had thought. His stomach was large and staring him in the face, but being this close allowed him to see the huge muscles that were hiding there. His chest was well defined and extremely muscular, the sheer size was extremely intimidating to Rob, who was now fully aware of his own meek size in relation to this monster of a man. The shoulders of his captor were now seen to be wide, almost twice as wide as Rob's. Jackson's face was strong and had equally strong features, and Rob noticed the years of his hard life was evident among the rough lines of his face. The mountain man smiled an evil smile at him as he knew the tiny feminine male was examining him closely. His teeth were surprisingly white and straight, Rob was uneasy at the thought of this monster's cock size. If he was this large everywhere else his cock must be gigantic. He was happy to see the white teeth, knowing that at least the beast practiced good hygiene. "Go on boy" Jackson snarled, "look at it. You know you are curious, look at your Master's cock." Rob's eyes lowered to see the huge member now nearly hard as Jackson's hand was wrapped around the base holding it so he could see it better. It was shaved smooth, another surprise Rob thought, it was enormous, at least 9 inches and equally massive in its thickness. It looked as though it measured a good 6 inches around, and it was laced with thick, bulging veins. The head sat on top and was shaped like a large mushroom, shaded to an almost lavender color of purple. It was truly a beautiful cock, and Rob would have been ecstatic if he were being offered the chance to suck it in a different situation. The man's balls hung low and were also smooth like its partner above, and they were equally as huge as the rest of him. His eyes could also see the large muscular thighs of his captor, which were flexed as he strained to put his cock closer to his new toy. "Well, slave", Jackson whispered in a low tone, "what do you think? Do you like your new Master's cock?" Rob didn't answer, he just closed his eyes as tears once again fell down his soft, still dirty face. Suddenly as he lowered his head he felt the rough calloused fingers of his Master grab his jaw, jerking it violently back up to face him. "Don't ever turn away from me slave!" Jackson boomed, "Never!" Rob's eyes opened quickly in fear as the tears continued their fall. "Now answer me bitch!" Jackson growled again, "Do you like your Master's cock!" He was screaming violently and loudly, hurting Rob's ears in the still quiet of the cabin's interior. "Yes sir!" Rob answered crying. "Yes sir, what?" he tortured the young man. "Yes sir, I like your cock... sir!" Rob continued sobbing. "Pathetic bitch, you will learn to love it!" Jackson said laughing. Mountain Man's Prey "Now suck it you little whore, and don't even think about biting it. We are 30 miles from anywhere, and you will never find your way out of here alive. There are bears, mountain lions, and God knows what else out there, just waiting to feast on your tiny little sexy ass! Suck it until I fill your hot little whore mouth with my seed" he continued his verbal assault with a broad smile. Rob again closed his eyes as he knew that he had no choice but to fulfill the beast's wish if he hoped to at least survive. He opened his eyes and through the tears, he leaned forward as the ropes tightened around his wrists and ankles, opening his mouth and saw the cock as it got closer, and closer. He felt the warm head touch his dry lips, and he recoiled, licking his lips even though his mouth was dry with fear and lack of water. He mustered his courage and enough saliva to lubricate his lips, as he again leaned in, noticing the evil look of satisfaction on the monster's face. "Go on whore" Jackson whispered insultingly, "suck your Master's cock." Jackson fought the urge to slam it in the young man's mouth, instead enjoying the look of fear and trepidation on his slave's face. Rob felt the warm head once again touch his lips, this time though he felt a slight rush of pleasure overtake him. 'What is this? Am I actually getting turned on by this? No... No, I can't be!' Rob thought to himself. The feeling was undeniable though as he looked at the huge bobbing head as it was just off his lips. His eyes looked up at the big man's face and saw that he was enjoying himself, his eyes closed, head reclined. Rob slowly took the head into his mouth and gently sucked on it, bringing a loud satisfied sigh from his captor. He then removed his head and began licking the big cock with his tiny tongue, licking it from base to tip and all around. Then he began sucking and licking his large balls, again garnering a loud sigh and grunt from the big man. Rob could feel his own cock stirring, and he admonished himself mentally for becoming aroused, given the situation, but he was unable to stop his growing erection. Jackson did not notice his slave's erection, nor did he care, he was lost in bliss as the talented tongue of this little man gave him pleasure he had not felt in such a long time. The slut was licking and sucking him expertly, almost as if he were enjoying it. The speed of his sucking and licking had increased now, and he could feel the slave's tongue flick the underside of his cock, as his slave now traced the valley of sensitivity on the bottom of his cock. He let out a loud groan of obvious pleasure, which stirred Rob's own desires as he himself moaned out loud. "Damn, that feels good slut!" Jackson growled and heard the young man moan in pleasure as he increased his sucking. Jackson was shocked that the young man was obviously enjoying himself, and he was thrilled as the pussyboy tried to take more of his cock, stretching his mouth painfully wide. Rob was now painfully aware of his stiff cock and his inability to touch himself in pleasure. He desperately wanted to touch himself and found himself sucking harder out of pure frustration. This excited Jackson, even though he had no idea of his slave's stiffening prick. Rob was enjoying the salty mix of sweat, urine and a large amount of precum that was flowing through his mouth as it coursed over his swirling and flicking tongue. He was hungry for his own release and the action of sucking this huge cock was making his own cock wet with his own precum. Rob heard himself moaning in pleasure as he suckled the hard tool in his mouth and was enjoying himself immensely as he looked up to see Jackson looking down at him in utter amazement. Jackson was moaning as he watched the young man looking up at him with those large blue eyes. He felt a little guilty for abducting him, but he was glad that he had, it was obvious he had chosen a nasty little slut who enjoyed sucking cock. He was lost in his thoughts as he felt the young man remove his mouth from his large manhood. He looked down in a daze and smiled as he heard the slut say, "Oh God, feed me your cock, baby! Feed it to me, please, sir!" Rob panted in excitement. "Push it deep in my throat, Master!" Jackson could not believe his ears, the little slut was actually enjoying himself, he liked having his cock in his mouth. Smiling, Jackson pulled the young man's head deep into his crotch and could feel his throat constricting around his member, taking him to a new level of ecstasy. He released his grip on the slut's head and could hear the loud pop as his cock slid from between his lips. "Yeah, baby, force it down my nasty little throat. Throat fuck me!" Rob gasped. Jackson ignored the lack of the word sir as he once again buried his cock deep in the man's throat, holding it there for a dangerously long time, as the man began to go slightly limp in his grasp. Then as he released his head Rob gasped and coughed as large amounts of mucus and saliva strung form his mouth to Jackson's cock. "You like my cock deep in your throat don't you boy?" Jackson asked as he breathed heavily. "Oh yeah" Rob gagged, "I love your cock deep in my throat, baby... I mean sir." Jackson once again held his cock deep into his tightening throat and relished the feeling as it continued its milking action. Rob could feel the huge invader pulse deep in his throat as his own erection still begged for attention. He could feel the burn of his orgasm deep within his loins, building to an intensity he had never felt before. Jackson felt the orgasm starting deep in his balls as they began contracting and releasing, he quickly pulled his cock, from the slut's throat. Rob knew his Master was about to release his trapped load and he began to feel his own orgasm making its way to the surface. He couldn't believe he was cumming without even touching himself. The intensity was burning as he looked at the mucus and saliva dripping from his Master's cock, slipping it back into his mouth, sucking hard as his cheeks now slid up and down the length of the massive meat. Jackson soon threw his head back as his load began flowing in hot, thick streams into the slut's tight, wet mouth. The taste of his Master's cum sent him over the edge as his own cock began shooting thick white streams of cum, soaking the old quilt that covered Master's bed. "Oh shit! Yesss! Fuck yesss! Goddamn, you little slut, oh fuck yesss!" Jackson screamed as he shot load after load of his seed inside his slave's mouth. Rob's head was spinning as his Master's hot cum coated the inside of his mouth. His own cum splashing on to his legs as the force of his orgasm nearly made him pass out. He greedily continued his suckling, cleaning every drop of his Master's seed as the erection melted away inside his mouth. Jackson was smiling wide as he watched the slave clean every drop without being told, he was proud that he had chosen to take him for his slave. His softening cock soon slid from Rob's mouth and he rubbed his slave's face with his large paws, and was surprised when he did not pull away, but rather seemed to enjoy his touch. The truth was Rob longed to be held and told what a good little cocksucker he was. He was longing for a soft touch from his Master, looking up at him with a smile. "You did well boy" Jackson said softly. "Thank you... sir" Rob replied in a soft submissive tone, completely and totally horny for his Master. Rob knew he was no longer free, he knew he had no choice but to stay here with this man who now had awaken a primal desire within him. Jackson stepped back and released his slave's slender face, and then saw the thick streaming cum that stretched from Rob's cock to the quilt covering his bed. His anger built to a boiling point rapidly and he stepped forward, then grabbed the slave by the hair, pulling him up violently, and pointed his large finger at the stained quilt. "What the fuck is that!" Jackson screamed as Rob struggled against his strong grip. "I... I...I'm sorry!" Rob pleaded as the pain immediately brought tears to his eyes. "I'm sorry SIR!" Jackson reprimanded loudly. "I never gave you permission to cum, you fucking little slut! You only cum if I say you can! Do you understand you little fucking whore!?" "Yes... SIR!" Rob cried, "I will never do it again! I'm sorry sir. Please Master, forgive me!?" Jackson was still angry but felt as if maybe this was a good learning experience for the slave. He would now make sure he never forgot it. He forced Rob's face down to the bed's soiled surface and made his demand, "Forgive you?! Only if you clean it all up! Clean it bitch!" Reluctantly, he licked his own cum from the bedding and soon found himself rather enjoying the taste. Jackson again was shocked when he soon felt the slave greedily sucking up his own juices as he had commanded. He was indeed a filthy little cock slut, and Jackson smiled in appreciation. Rob was still confined by his restraints but wiggled his way closer to the bedding suckling every drop of his seed from the cloth. Finally after finishing his task, his head was released from his Master's grasp, and he watched as he walked over into the small kitchen. He returned a short time later with a small, shallow dish filled with a delicious smelling stew, as well as a small bowl of water. After placing them both on the rough wooden planked floor, he lifted his slave by the rope connecting his wrists and ankles, placing him on the floor. "Eat slave. You will need to keep up your strength to survive up here." Rob watched as the naked form of his Master as he walked back to the kitchen and sat to eat his own meal. He found himself being fed like a dog, which at first made him angry, but the anger was soon overtaken by his hunger. He made extra care not to spill a drop of his dinner even though he was forced to eat without the aid of his hands or utensils. He greedily and rudely slurped his dinner as the hunger he felt was all consuming. After finishing his food, he slurped and licked the water bowl as it cooled the hot dryness of his mouth and throat which had become even more parched after swallowing and eating so much salty cum. The bowls both soon set empty and he reluctantly looked up and wanted to ask for more water, but he was afraid to speak for fear of reprimand. Jackson noticed his slave had finished his meal and was pleased to see that he had not made a mess. He could see the slave looking at his water bowl and came to the conclusion that he desired more water. He decided he had earned it, since he had eaten two separate loads of cum. He walked over with a large metal pitcher and filled the small bowl with water once again. He smiled as he watched the slut greedily slurp and lick the water bowl dry again. He refilled it once more and watched as the whore emptied it once more, and looked up with a content look on his face. "Enough?" Jackson asked. "Yes sir. Thank you sir" Rob said as he cowered back toward the bedside. Jackson retrieved the dishes and returned to the kitchen where he washed them in a small sink. Rob looked around examining his new home as the light from the fire flickered against the well made walls. The walls were made of logs of course and chinked with mud packed between them to prevent the cold from invading. The ceiling was tall, a good twelve feet and again the rough floor was covered with rough rugs and a few fur skins spread here and there. Rob was amazed anyone would live like this in the 21st century, it was as if he had traveled back in time to the 1800's. He saw the large chair sitting in front of the huge fireplace which had an opening nearly 7 feet tall and just as wide, it was massive. There was a large firewood box near the fireplace and it seemed to hold enough wood for a few days at a time. He noticed the kitchen, or at least what he could see, was primitive but did have running water, albeit it was from a hand powered well pump. There was a small wood cooking stove near the far wall and he saw the outline of another door, where it lead he didn't know, possibly a spare room, or outside. Jackson returned to the front room and sat naked in the large chair in front of the fire. The glow made him look even more menacing to Rob, it was if he were made of fire, as the shadows of the flames danced across his body. Jackson slowly turned his head, seeing the slave looking at him with a look of fear. His eyes seemed to glow in the firelight and he grinned at the slave an evil grin. He stood up and swung his large muscular arms as he neared his bound and cowering slave, reaching for his pants which he had slung over the footboard of the handmade bed earlier. He had reached for a long knife he kept on his belt and slowly removed it from its sheath, watching his slave's eyes widen in fright. After he had the knife in hand, he held it in the firelight admiring the orange glow it now possessed. Rob had noticed this too and was trying in vain to escape. He recoiled and screamed in terror as Jackson quickly bent down and cut the rope binding his ankles to his wrists, then the rope around his wrists and ankles were both cut free. "There now. I suppose that has to feel pretty damn good. You been hogtied for quite a while, just remember what I said about trying to escape" Jackson said sternly. "Thank you sir. It feels good to be loose, sir" he answered nervously watching the man return the knife to the sheath and placing it on an extremely high shelf on the other side of the room. Jackson returned to his seat in front of the fire enjoying its warmth and glanced after a few moments to his new slave. He noticed him cowering still fearful of his intentions, and tried to ease his fear, he did not want him to fear him, he wanted him to respect him, and eventually to love him. But he did want him to know his place as his submissive, and even his slave. As he continued his stare, he saw the young man look away, then back once again, and as their eyes met, he used his finger to motion him to come to him. "Come here slave", he asked in soft tone, "Come here now." Rob hesitated only a second before slowly rising to his feet, still tight from his binding earlier. His legs weak and muscles aching, he gingerly made his way to his Master. Jackson sat back in his chair and watched his prize slowly step toward him, and stand near the chairs side. "Come on slut" Jackson whispered, "sit on your Master's lap. Come on." Rob's heart pounded loudly in his ear, and he could feel his face blushing red and becoming hot to the touch. He slowly made his way to the front of the chair and gently sat down on Jackson's large knees, and could feel the power he possessed in his legs. Jackson watched as his plump round ass sat softly on his knees, grabbing him by the waist, and pulling him further up onto his lap. The slut's smooth skin felt nice against his own, and he sat his ass directly over his stiffening cock. He could feel the slave's fear, this excited him once more, his trembling was evident whether it was from fear or from the slight chill in the air near the bed, he didn't know for sure, but he suspected it was the former. Rob sat uncomfortably on the large man's lap and felt the warmth of the fire's flame. He noticed his trembling as he sat their nervously perched over an ever stiffening monster of a cock. His fear was subsiding as he felt the fire's heat warm his cool skin, and he hoped that if he submitted to his Master's demands that he might be permitted to leave, or at least not be harmed. He sat there trying hard to relax his body and slow his rapid heart, taking deep breaths of warm, wood scented air, as Jackson began tracing a finger up his smooth, hairless leg. "My, you are smooth aren't you?" Jackson asked softly, "Do you shave or is it just natural?" "I have always been smooth, sir" he stated hesitantly, "I have never been able to even grow a beard or moustache." "I have always likes the thought of a nice smooth little slave boy all to myself to do my bidding" Jackson replied as he chuckled lightly, continuing his finger's trail up to the young man's flat stomach. Then he continued, "Flat stomach too, what keeps you in such good shape slut?" "I go to the gym regularly, just to stay toned, not to beef up" he said as he resented once again being called a slut. "I also do a lot of swimming, which also keeps me lean...Sir" "I see" Jackson said looking up into the slut's eyes, waiting for the proper show of respect. "Damn slave! You are just simply built for sex! That ass feels so good, I can't wait to get my cock deep in there!" As Jackson said this he literally picked Rob up with one arm and flipped him roughly over onto his stomach, now he was lying across his lap, chest and knees resting on the hard, wide arms of the chair. The wooden arms had sharp edges which dug uncomfortably into his chest, pinching his nipples as the large man now rested his heavy left arm across his back, grabbing his bubble shaped ass in both his huge, rough hands. He could hear his captor breathing heavily as he rubbed and groped his tender ass flesh. Then he felt the large tool pressing against his stomach, deciding it best not to try and pull away, he accepted the position he now found himself in. His nipple was still being pinched very hard by the chair arm, the pain soon turned to a sensitivity he had never before experienced. The pain of his nipple, now fully erect and swollen, was stirring his cock to life. He tried to stop his erection, not knowing how the big man would feel about it. It was of no use and soon his cock touched Jackson's own cock and thigh. He shifted his weight slightly, but it had already been noticed by his captor. "Well now, I think you like me grabbing and rubbing your tight, little, round ass, don't you?" Jackson asked whispering. Rob didn't answer, only closed his eyes in embarrassment. "Don't you!" he yelled grabbing his ass hard. "Yes!" Rob screamed in despair, "Yes, sir!" "Ahh!! Now was that so hard to admit bitch?" "No sir. No it wasn't...sir" he said softly as the tears began to stream down his face. Jackson took him by the face and pulled him up to face him, contorting his body uncomfortably, and still holding firm to his round ass. "Now listen closely" he whispered as he moved to the slave's ear. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you force me too. All I will ask of you is for your respect. You do what you are told, when you are told, we won't have any problems. I'll protect you from the wild, provide you with food, and take care of you. All you have to do is keep the cabin clean, cook the food I provide, and satisfy me in the bedroom. I'll keep you safe and soon I think you will come to appreciate the unique situation of living so far in the wilderness. Here you can be completely free, you can run naked through the meadows feeling the morning dew on those smooth legs of yours. You can bathe naked in the creek, and feel the cool water's touch as it trickles over you. Your life will be as good as you make it, but resist and you will find life very hard indeed. Try to escape and you might just find yourself as a grizzly's dinner, which would be a more desirable place to be than if I catch you. I can be your new Daddy or I can be your Master, it's up to you. Now my little cock slave, do you understand? Do you accept these rules or do you wish to refuse?" Rob thought about what his tormenter had just said, the words still swirling in his head, and finally coming to the conclusion he could either resist and die, or live in harmony with this man. He was now staring the man in the face, noticing his handsome features through the thick beard he sported, as well as his eyes which were deep and hypnotizing. He slowly formed his response, and through his tears he tried to speak and the beastly man relinquished his grip on his jaw. Finally he said, Mountain Meadow "Umph!" grunted Liz as Gene lowered her pack to settle on her shoulders. She bent forward slightly and wiggled to let it set on her hips. Gene stood back, visually drinking this in as Liz's braless breasts swayed seductively from side to side; the snug fabric of her t-shirt hugging her nipples nicely. Grabbing the waist belt as she stood up, with just enough movement so her breasts bounced, she buckled the belt tight at her hips. She looked at Gene, who had a silly grin on his face, and asked, "What's that look for?" "Oh just enjoying the view," replied Gene. He kissed Liz sliding his hands up the outside of her t-shirt to surround her bountiful bosom. "There seem to be beautiful mountains everywhere." Liz's hand reached between his legs, caressed his semi erect cock and said, "Yes, it does seem you enjoy the look and the feel of the mountains." Her hand slowly slid up and down the outline of his growing cock; then she patted it and continued: "We better get on the trail if we hope to reach the camp site by mid afternoon." Gene sighed, "Yes, I guess you're right. Four miles, two of them up a steep grade, with full packs will take us some time. Lead on." Liz pivoted, strode past the mountain laurel, the sign marking the Appalachian Trail and into the woods. Gene followed. They both knew the first segment would be the most strenuous. They had to ascend 850' of vertical in just two miles. The trail in front of them zigzagged across the fall line up the steep incline. The early September temperature was a pleasant 75 degrees with low humidity. The trail started off easily enough, a seductive downward slope that belied the difficulty ahead. Liz was in the lead and felt as if they were entering another world; a serene world full of beauty but also a world of challenge. She tried to take in everything at once: trees, birds, bushes, insects, small plants, chirps, tweets, flowers, smells; it was too much. Her senses were overwhelmed! As she moved fluidly along she began to focus on a few things at a time. Looking ahead a bit gave her a good view of the trail and let her focus on the plant fragrances. Slowly her olfactory senses became accustomed to "real air" instead of "civilized air". She began to discern subtle differences in the various aromas. She could smell the musky aroma of the decomposing log across the trail and the fragrant laurels. As they began ascending, the unmistakable scent of pine began as white pine, yellow pine and spruce pines fought with mountain laurel, galax and black oak to rule this section of the woods. Gene quietly called out to get her attention, "Look to the right; two o'clock. See the deer?" Liz slowed and looked where Gene indicated. Five deer stood still looking at them. They were a bit hard to see as they easily blended in. After a few seconds all five gracefully bounded away leaving them with a lasting image. The trail took a turn to the right, then a switch back to the left as they reached one of the steeper parts. Leaning into the mountain's grade it didn't take long for both of them to begin sweating under their full loads. With Liz in front, Gene had a great view of her sexy derriere. With each step she took Gene ogled her fine ass cheeks as they moved from side to side. On the steeper parts, he was looking up the valley between her legs and had a good view of her abundantly hairy pussy. Despite the exertion of the climb, he was enjoying watching Liz. The trees weren't the only things standing straight and hard! With each step he took his big cock waggled merrily and his balls bounced in the loose confines of his nylon shorts. To keep his mind off the difficulty of the climb, he let his imagination run and his thoughts wander. In his mind's eye Liz was hiking naked in front of him. Her lush, hirsute pussy exposed with every new step. Liz liked being in front during the steep parts of their hikes. She knew the loose shorts she wore, with no panties, would give Gene a great view and a good hard on. Something she planned to take advantage of later. Her nipples were standing straight out from all the stimulation of her boobs bouncing inside her t-shirt. After 45 minutes of climbing, and sweating, they were well ahead of schedule having passed the half way point of the ascent. The sky remained clear and the temperature warm but not too hot as the forest canopy provided shelter from the direct sun most of the time. "There's a good spot for a break." said Liz pointing to a place up ahead where the trail made a traverse just below an outcropping of rock. After that it turned back on itself to continue zigzagging up the incline. "Let's stop there for a rest." The spot was perfectly suited for resting. The steep hill let them sit down easily and lean back to relieve the weight of their packs on their shoulders and hips. Sunlight filtered through the trees in a series of brilliant shafts. A gentle breeze flowed around them to help keep the bugs away and cool them off. Water bottles came out of side pockets. Leaning against his pack, with his hat tilted back, Gene tried to spot the bird that was singing to them from the upper tree branches. He couldn't find it but enjoyed the chirpy melody. "You know something Liz; we haven't seen anyone on the trail but birds and squirrels since we started. We could have done this naked. The weather is perfect for it." "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" asked Liz. "Yes I would and I bet you would too." responded Gene. "Wasn't nude hiking one of your fantasies we discussed when we played the 'Path to Pleasure' game a few weeks ago?" Liz asked in a playful tone, smiling. "It was. You know, we really could do it." Gene said in a thoughtful manner. "If we run into someone we can just put our t-shirts and shorts on real quick before they can see us." "That might work except for two things," Liz said. "Number one, we still have another 30 minutes on this steep incline. It's hard to see far ahead because of our angle of attack to the hill. We might not see somebody coming from the other direction until they're just about on top of us. And two, I don't think either one of us could get these packs off and get dressed very fast or very subtly. Someone coming down the hill would surely see us first." Gene: "As usual I guess you're right! But it is a nice fantasy, one that I would like to try someday. Here's another idea to help take our minds off the climb and the time go faster. Let's make up a fantasy about hiking, the woods or camping as we move along. Together I'm sure we can think up an interesting story. What do you think?" "That's a good idea," Liz said as she put her water bottle away. "Let's do it. You start. I don't really fantasize as much as you do." "All right, I'll start. But first, let's get back on the trail." Leaning over he kissed her then stood up and bent over to adjust his pack's hip and shoulder straps back into position for climbing. After a few minutes of climbing and thinking, Gene described the highlights of a story. "Imagine we've been hiking most of the day. We find an ideal spot to set up camp. We haven't seen anyone all day so I take off my clothes. We finish setting up camp and you decide no one is probably going to happen along, and if they do we can duck into the tent, so you strip your clothes off too. We decide to take a naked walk to a meadow with a stream that is nearby. On the way to the meadow we get very horny and when we reach the meadow we make love out in the open." "We are not as alone as we think we are. There is someone hiding at the edge of the meadow but we don't know that. We think there's just nature around us. We're both stimulated from hiking nude and the splendor of the mountain meadow. We make love passionately and loudly; talking dirty to each other, taking our passion to higher and higher levels with each phrase." "After we make love, the watcher comes out of the woods and walks towards us. The watcher is a woman and is naked. We don't feel threatened by her presence. She tells us that she is a nudist too and more than a little of an exhibitionist. She says she likes to look at naked woman just as much as naked men and if that makes her a little bit bi sexual, then so be it." "My turn" said Liz. "I like it so far." and she continues the story saying: "When we first see the watcher -- she needs a name -- let's call her Wilma the Watcher. When we first see Wilma walk through the meadow to us we can tell she is really horny. The sun is shining on her at just the right angle for us to see her pussy hair glistening with wetness and her nipples are standing up. She sits down beside us and tells us how beautiful we are and how beautiful it was to watch us make love. She sighs, looks at me, and tells me how lucky I am and how she wishes she had a big cock to fill her right now." "Wilma asks if she can return the favor. She wants us to watch while she gets herself off. She says again that she is an exhibitionist and is getting turned on thinking about us watching her. As she tells us this, she's unconsciously playing with her pussy. Twirling the hair surrounding it with her fingers and stroking her thigh with the other hand. We tell her we would be glad to watch and she lies down on her back. One hand is now vigorously moving around her pubic mound while the other pinches her nipples. She slides one, then two fingers in her pussy. She starts to moan and slides her slick fingers up and over her clit." "She tells us it's okay if we want to help her cum by touching her. We're a bit surprised by this and look to each other. You nod and so do I. You're not sure how I might feel about you touching another woman so you put your hand on her shoulder and caress her upper arm. I'm not real sure about this either and tentatively move my hand to her thigh. Wilma moans and says, 'Please suck my nipples while I fuck myself. They're sensitive but not tender and it makes my cunt wetter when they get sucked.' You look at me again, still unsure, and I nod to let you know it's okay as I place my lips over one nipple. You place yours over the other and we hold hands as we suck and lick her nipples. This really sends her and in no time at all she has a big orgasm." "Wow Liz! For someone who claims not to fantasize much, that was incredible!" said Gene. "Is that the end of the story?" he asks. "Well I do sometimes let my imagination run wild." responds Liz, "No that's not the end, you finish it." "Okay, I see the top of the mountain ahead so I'll make it quick." he says and continues the story: "Wilma laid back in post orgasmic bliss sucking the pussy juice off her fingers. We are still beside her, silently processing what just happened and looking down at her. After a minute or two she brings us out of our silence by thanking us saying: 'That was magnificent! I still wish I had a big juicy cock like his available right now but that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had while masturbating. You two are incredible.' Then she sits up and gives each of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The three of us then hike naked back to our campsite." As they reach the top of the incline Liz says, "That was really erotic! What if that really happened? How would you feel if I sucked another woman's nipples?" "I think that would be hot." Gene replies. With the trail now nearly level Liz continued: "What if instead of the watcher being Wilma it was a William. How would you feel about me sucking his nipples?" Gene answered, "As long as I didn't have to do it too; I guess it would be all right." Liz again, "What if things got carried away and he fucked me with you watching? How would you feel about that?" "Hmmmm. Not sure." said Gene pensively. "I don't have any fantasies like that. Maybe some touching and fondling. But then again, there is a first time for everything I suppose. How would you feel if William wanted to fuck you with me watching?" "Same as you, not something I fantasize about. I'd just thought I'd ask." said Liz thinking about his question. "But if it did happen I would want you to be okay with it and know that it's just physical, just sex. Not love." "What if Wilma wanted me to fuck her? What if she begged for my big cock?" Gene asked. "How would you feel about that?" "For me that's an interesting question." Responded Liz without really answering. She continued, "I sometimes wonder what it would be like to watch your thick juicy cock slide in and out of a pussy. I can't really see it that well when we make love in front of the mirror at your house. To see it go in someone else is more of a clinical curiosity than a desire. If I did let you, which I might, I wouldn't want you to cum in her; just a couple of thrusts to watch it slide in and out. Then I would be so hot I'd need you in me. In fact, I'm so hot from that story and thinking about all these things that I'd really like you in my wet pussy right now." She turned to face Gene, who was a few steps behind her, and said, "How about a break up ahead by that big flat rock just off the trail among the pine trees?" As Gene continued walking towards her she could see his big cock bobbing back and forth in his loose nylon shorts. She smiled and said, "I see you have a walking stick with you. I'm not the only one that got excited by the story." Without waiting for an answer she spun around and continued to the rock in the pine grove. Her pussy moistened at the thought of Gene's thick, juicy cock spreading her hairy pussy lips. She wanted him now! If someone came by on the trail they would just get a show. Liz got to the rock first and sat down to release her back pack. She was looking at Gene taking the last few steps to reach her and exaggerated the movement needed to shrug off her pack. Her hard nipples easily visible under the t-shirt. As she undid the first strap she spread her legs wide for good balance. Gene could clearly see her wet, furry muff and hurried the last few steps. He sat down beside her and took off his pack too. Liz could see the outline of his torso and hard nipples through the t-shirt. Liz slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts to stroke his hard cock as she kissed him. Gene stood up and took his shorts off. His cock had a large amount of precum on the tip. Liz leaned forward to lick the tasty treasure and engulfed his cock with her lips. Gene moaned: "Oh baby, suck my big cock. That feels soooo good. You love my big cock." "Oh yes, I love your big cock." She mumbled with her mouth full. "I love it in my mouth, in my pussy, between my tits, in my ass. I love your big cock anywhere. My pussy juices are flowing from sucking your fat, juicy cock." Gene stepped back, pulling his cock from her mouth, and then bent to pull her shorts down as she removed her shirt and laid back. When he stood up again, she grabbed the head of his hard cock and slid it between her succulent pussy lips. His precum lubricated her labial valley as she slid the big cockhead over her clit. Liz huskily announced: "I'm going to fuck my clit with your giant, juicy fuck stick and after I cum ... I want it in me." Gene watched her slide his big cock through the hairy valley of her pussy. The curly hair and the head of his cock, getting wetter and wetter with each pass through the valley and over her clit. He took off his shirt and played with his nipples as he watched her beautiful hairy pussy lips parted by the large, slippery head of his member. Liz gasped rapidly as she rubbed the head of his cock on her clit. Back and forth, up and down. Soon she was crying out for Gene's cock as her orgasm overtook her. He positioned his thick, juicy piece of man meat between her luscious, outer lips and pushed forward gently. Liz eagerly accepted the monster between her hungry, meaty lips. "Oh God baby, fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock." She screamed, wrapping her legs around him. The tall conifers enveloped them with pine fragrance as they made love. Gene's senses were on overload. The sight of Liz's lush, dark fur; her pussy lips swallowing his thick, shiny cock as his hips alternately thrust and drew back. "Baby, your hairy pussy is so hot and wet. I can see your cunt hair shimmer on my cock when I pull back. Your clit is poking its head out of your forest. My cock feels so good in your warm, wet, velvet tunnel." He said between rapid breaths. "God, I love your big cock in me; I fill so full. I can feel it push against my tummy. Fuck me faster baby, rub my clit, I want to cum again." Liz moaned. Gene licked his thumb and rubbed her clit as he picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. Liz's tits quivered each time he rammed his flesh sword in her sheath. Liz could feel her tits bouncing on her chest with each forceful thrust. He rubbed her clit just right, sending intense pleasure throughout her body. The head of his cock touched her G Spot, and her soul, on each stroke. Her eyes glazed over in ecstasy, as the waves of her second orgasm washed over her. Gene heard Liz moan and pushed harder; watching her cunt spasm around his thick meat stick. She grabbed both her tits and squeezed her nipples as she came in a gushing, squirting orgasm that sent torrents of pussy juice over Gene's cock and dripped off his balls. The fragrance of their sex combined with the pine aroma made an interesting mix. The sun moved so the rock they were on was now spot lighted by a sun shaft. Gene saw his cock and Liz's pussy sparkle as the bright light struck them. The sight of Liz's shimmering, dewy, hirsute cunt sent him over the edge. The morning's stimulation from peeks of her hairy pussy as they climbed caused his cum to build up and now it let loose. Gene pushed his pulsing rod in deeper and grunted like a bull moose. Much the same as a flooded river; his orgasm boiled out. His cock shuddered against her G Spot as he pumped load after load of hot cum into her drenched pussy giving Liz another mini orgasm. Her puffy lips shone in the bright sun as the gooey liquid protein leaked around his pole. Gene could not remember having such an intense orgasm. He breathed the fresh mountain air deep into his lungs to slow his pulse and smiled at Liz. Liz smiled back and mouthed, "I love you." She was still half dazed but very content that she was multi orgasmic and thankful that Gene loved her as demonstrated by the different ways he used his manhood to pleasure her. She was grateful he knew how to use his large love muscle to give her pleasure and that Gene was not one of those selfish guys with a big cock that thinks all he has to do is stick it in and she'll cum. Gene mouthed back, "I love you too." Then he slowly pulled out of Liz to enjoy another benefit of their love making. He kneeled between her legs and licked his lips in anticipation of the tasty treat in front of him. Liz hunched up on her elbows to see if he was going to clean her out. She knew he loved to eat her cream pie and was again thankful she was multi orgasmic as he was about to give her another. Gene inhaled the musky aroma of Liz's cum filled pussy. The light colored mixture of their juices slowly oozing out in contrast to the dark folds of her pulpy, womanly lips. "This is the best dessert a man can have." Gene said out loud to himself as much as to Liz. "Save some for me." Liz spoke softly. "You know I like it too." "Don't worry sweetie." Gene answered. "In a minute I'll share this tasty treat with you." Gene relished the warm, sweet saltiness as he let it pool on his tongue before swallowing. He went back for more with his tongue shaped like a spoon; sliding his tongue between her puffy wet lips and pushed a goodly amount up to the top of her slit and onto her clit. He gently licked at the sensitive nub getting just a little each time; like he was savoring a Ben & Jerry's ice cream cone.