Back to a Future

Crunnnchh! Suddenly I was jolted out of the thoughts buzzing around in my
head about sales targets, budgets and stock problems. The car came to a
grinding halt and a sickening feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. The
noise from the motor had sounded very serious, and the way the engine died
seemed to spell a permanent stop.

“Fuck!” I declared loudly to the empty land around me. This whole trip had
been a nightmare from start to finish, and now I was finally heading back to
the city, this had to happen. I popped the bonnet and looked at the engine
with the forlorn hope of someone who knew nothing about mechanics. The last
town had been a good three hours back, and according to my map, the next
outpost of civilization was at least a hundred kilometres ahead.

“Fuck!” I shouted again, and kicked the driver’s side front tyre hard. It
didn’t fix anything, but it made me feel a little better. I reached for my
mobile phone, but I knew before I even looked at it that there would be no
signal out here. Why had I agreed to do this godforsaken run through the
deserted plains of far western New South Wales? The few pitiful sales I had
managed would hardly cover the cost of the trip and I was going to have hell
to pay when I got back. I conveniently forgot that I had volunteered to take
this trip, seeing it as a chance to get out of the city for a couple of
weeks. I looked back along the dirt road I had travelled, then forward where
it stretched before me, straight as an arrow between low hills. Nothing.
Empty. I hadn’t passed another vehicle in either direction all day. “Fuck!”

In desperation, I looked about me. I don’t know what I thought I was going
to find, but there was nothing there. It dawned on me that I was probably in
a serious situation. It was hot and getting hotter, and I had no shade and
very little food or drink. Resolving to do something other than just sitting
and waiting, I locked my work bags and paperwork in the boot of the car,
grabbed the three-quarter full bottle of mineral water from the front seat,
and started walking toward the hills I could see about 5 km further ahead on
the road. I was reasonably fit, and okay to walk for the moment. After all,
I worked out three times a week in the gym at home, I was young and healthy,
and surely someone would come along eventually.

The hills I had spotted turned out to be closer to 10 km away, and by the
time I reached them I was covered in sweat, my clothes dirty from the dust
of the road, and most of the water I had brought with me was gone. On top of
that, my very expensive dress shoes were rubbing against my ankles and
starting to develop noticeable soft spots on the sole. The hills offered no
sign of hope or assistance, and as I reached the top, all I could see in
front of me was the long straight road, stretching kilometres to the horizon
with not a sign of movement anywhere. Resigned, I started downhill, but
before I had gone 100 metres my heart jumped. Off to the left a set of wheel
ruts headed across country, disappearing over the side of the rise. It was
hardly civilization, but to me eyes those marks meant salvation. Hopefully a
farmhouse or cabin not too far away. I set off along the trail with renewed
determination and energy.

That determination faded as I trudged along the dirt path of the tyre
tracks. I was tired, thirsty. My feet were killing me, my fancy shoes almost
disintegrating under me. I had lost track of how far I had gone, but had
been walking for hours in the searing heat, taking a break every now and
then under the occasional tree that grew not too far from the path before
setting out again. I began to wonder if the tracks led anywhere at all, and
my mind drifted back to the hassles of work. All the problems I had with my
job didn’t seem so bad now, when I seriously started to wonder if I was
going to die out here, my body rotting away until someone found the bare
bones in months or even years from now.

As I stumbled along, my head down and lost in morbid thoughts, I didn’t
realise that the path I was following was climbing toward a low ridge. As I
reached the top and began back down the other side, I tripped on the uneven
ground and fell to my knees. Covered in dirt and sweat, exhausted from my
trek through the fierce heat of the day, I began to sob in despair and
hopelessness. I wanted to just lay down and die there in the heat and the
dirt. Forcing myself up onto my hands and knees, I lifted my head, and saw
paradise. At least that was how it seemed. Below me was a small valley
between the surrounding hills. A gentle stream flowed quietly along the
valley floor, and on a flat piece of land not far from the water sat a small
stone cottage, surrounded by a well-tilled garden of vegetables and fruit
trees. I looked at it in my exhausted state, wondering if it was a mirage. I
reached out as if to touch the picture, and collapsed.

When I woke again I thought I must have dreamed the whole thing. I was lying
in a soft bed, the room was dark. I looked around, and realised my feet were
painful. It had been no dream, more a nightmare. I struggled to get up and
as I did a huge bear of a man walked in. He was stunning, bare except for a
pair of loose skimpy shorts and singlet, with bulging arms and massive,
defined chest, a square jaw and twinkling eyes.

“I see you’re awake. How are you feeling?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“Much better, now.” I answered, my eyes drinking in the view of his powerful
frame so close to me. I managed a smile. “Thanks to you, I guess.”

“Found you at the top of the rise a few hours ago. Your feet were pretty bad
– those bloody fancy shoes no good for walking in.” he said it as a
statement but the dismissal of my footwear was almost contempt.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t intend to be walking in them. My car broke down and
I walked for hours and hours trying to find help. I just need to use a
phone, call for help.”

“No phone here,” he said simply, “no contact with `outside’ for over a week,
when Jim comes past.”

“Jim?”

“The postman. Brings me my supplies every two weeks. You’re stuck here until
then.”

I looked him up and down again. Marooned miles from anywhere with this man.
Not so bad, I thought. I wondered whether there was anyone else here, a
wife, girlfriend, boyfriend? I tried to stand, but fell forward, my feet
aching. He caught me as I dropped, his arms under mine, and lifted me bodily
back onto the bed.

“Your feet should be okay tomorrow, but you need a good night’s rest to
recover from the walking in the heat. And some food.” With that he walked
from the room, and I heard some movements from the next room, and smelled
meat being cooked. When he came back, he looked at me carefully again. “Are
you up to being carried to the table?”

“Uh Huh.” I nodded. He bent and placed one massive arm under my knees, the
other around my back and lifted me as if I were a baby, carefully
negotiating the doorway and setting me down at a table in the living area of
the cottage, where a plate loaded with food was waiting for me.

“Thanks, so much.” I said gratefully. “What’s your name?”

“Dan”.

As we ate, we chatted. Or at least, I chatted. Dan ate slowly, saying little
but to answer my questions with simple one word responses. He was very much
the strong silent type. I learnt that he lived alone, that he had moved here
from the city more than five years ago and was almost completely
self-sufficient. He grew his own fruit and vegetables, kept a few pigs and
sheep and chickens, and a cow for milking. There was an array of solar power
cells on the roof which fed a bank of batteries under the house where he had
a small refrigerator and freezer in a tiny cellar. He used candles and
hurricane lamps for light when needed, and chopped wood for heating and
cooking. He had a news magazine delivered every fortnight to keep up with
the events of the world, and lived quietly alone on this land.

As I ate and talked, gleaning snippets of information from him, I took the
chance to observe his body again. He was tanned and fit, covered in a fine
mat of dark hair, his large chest and wide shoulders evidence of hard work
and developed strength. Back home, he would have been the kind of man I’d
chase, but without the re-assurance of familiar territory such as the bars
and clubs I frequented, I wasn’t sure how he might react to any advances, so
I just looked and dreamed for now.

With the meal finished, he left me at the table to clean the plates away,
returning with a couple of glasses and a bottle of whisky. “Drink this,” he
commanded, “it’ll help you sleep, speed up your recovery.” With the benefit
of a full stomach, the exhaustion of the day was coming back and I doubted I
would need assistance with sleeping, but I drank anyway, thanking him again,
and toasting his help.

“To you, thank you for saving me.” I said, holding up my glass. He simply
nodded and drained the tumbler. Within minutes I was yawning, and Dan stood,
picking me up easily and carrying me back to the bed where he lay me on the
soft covers, before exiting the room again. I fell asleep quickly, a sense
of safety coming over me in this place. I dreamed of him, holding me,
carrying me, saving me from unknown dangers. In my dreams he banished the
unseen evils, coming to me and hugging me tightly, then kissing me. First he
was naked, then suddenly he made love to me, hard and strong. I woke in the
dark, my cock throbbing and aroused from the fantasy, but I was alone and
the cottage was silent and black. Hoping I hadn’t called out in my sleep, I
turned over again and went back to slumber, this time dreamless and deep,
and didn’t wake again until the light of morning was pushing through the
window behind my head.

I stretched my arms out, and the events of the day before came to mind. I
looked around, but could not see Dan through the open bedroom door. Standing
gingerly, I found that my feet, whilst still tender, were much better, and I
stood slowly, cautiously. Padding into the adjoining living area, I looked
around. No sign of my rescuer, but the room was tidy, the evidence of last
night’s meal gone. The room itself was large and spacious, and another
closed door suggested a third room in the house. The front door was open,
and the morning sun beckoned as I stepped onto the patio, feeling
surprisingly refreshed. My eyes were drawn to the sparkle of the stream
about 50 metres away, and as I looked, Dan appeared from the water, and
headed back the house.

I tried not to gape, tried to act nonchalant, but the man who had appeared
in my dreams last night was walking toward me, stark naked and glistening
with a myriad pinpoints of light as the droplets of water fell from his
magnificent body. His hands were over his face as he wiped the water away,
but my stare was drawn elsewhere. His powerful shoulders tapered to a narrow
waist, before widening again to strong muscled legs. A long thick cock
dangled at his groin, nestling in the same dark hair that covered the rest
of his body. Beneath the film of hair, his skin was tanned a deep colour,
all over! He was stunning, and despite my caution, I felt my dick beginning
to stir. Suddenly he looked up, spotted me there, looking at him.

“Uh, sorry” he said, looking around for a towel or cover that wasn’t there,
suddenly self conscious. “I thought you were still asleep.”

I smiled for a second at his discomfort. “Just admiring the view!” I
declared, without thinking. He looked quickly at me at that comment, and I
tried to recover by adding “the morning sun on the trees and the creek…”

“Oh, yeah” he agreed, uncertainly. “How do you feel?”

“Much, much better, thanks.” I turned slightly pretending not to notice as
he got closer, reaching for a pair of shorts that had been discarded on the
steps. “That looks great,” I said, indicating the water on his body, and the
stream below, “is it okay if I take a dip as well, clean up a bit?”

“Of course” he smiled, beginning to pull the shorts on.

With my heart in my mouth, I took a chance. “Don’t cover up for my benefit.”
I said. “It looks like you spend a bit of time in the sun, and I might join
you.” I pointed to him generally, letting him know I had noticed his all
over tan.

“Thanks.” He said, a hint of both relief, and something else in his voice.
“I figure that out here, there’s no point in clothes unless they’re needed
for warmth or protection, so I usually go without.”

“Sounds good to me.” I stated, trying to sound careless about it. “Time for
my swim.” I tried to casually strip, like it was something I did every day,
and at the same time willed myself not to get excited and embarrass myself
with an erection. I carefully trod the soft grassy path to the edge of the
water, took a deep breath and waded in. The water was cool, but not
freezing, and I happily sank into it, feeling the clean fresh stream wash
over my body. Dan had followed me back down to the water’s edge, and sat on
the grass, watching me as I splashed about. “Are you coming back in?” I
called to him.

“Nah, just keeping an eye out since you don’t know the river.” He stated,
reclining on the grass, obviously comfortable in his nakedness.

“C’mon,” I called to him, jumping upright, “show me how it’s done!” He was
taken by surprise at the swiftness of my movement, but quickly snapped out
of it, breaking into a grin and following me. As I surfaced a huge splash
greeted me as he plunged into the water close by where I floated. I gasped
and laughed in the waves he created, waiting for him to come up for air
before shooting another armful of bubbling water toward him.

We laughed and played in the cool, lifesaving water, splashing each other,
and jumping about. I pushed him backwards and he flailed around trying to
keep his footing. When he stood back up he reached over and jumped up,
finding my head and pushing me under the water. Trying to bring him with me,
I automatically threw my arms around him to drag him under as well. As I
did, I felt his body within my grasp, felt his cock against my chest, and I
trembled. I let go, and stood up quickly, unsure of how to react. He also
stood up, surprise on his face at the sudden lack of fight from me. “Are you
okay?” he asked, concerned.

I nodded quietly, and smiled. “Just a little out of breath I guess” I lied,
and began to make my way to the bank. The touch of him against me had sent
thrills through me and I trembled still at the memory of his strength, and
his touch. As I clambered from the water, I was horrified to realise that I
was sporting an erection, and that nothing I could do or think would make it
go away. Awkwardly, I stepped up onto the grass, keeping my back to him. I
heard the splashing as he too made his way from the water. He seemed to be
taking his time. He called out to me, “Ian?”

Without looking, still trying to hide my raging horn, I called back “Yeah?”

“Turn around!” he spoke in a quiet but commanding tone. There was something
in his voice I couldn’t place. Trembling, uncertain, and feeling very
exposed, I slowly faced him. Only a step behind me, he stood there, droplets
falling from his powerful frame, his eyes seeking out my own, his cock proud
and thick, standing out from his body, pointing toward me and throbbing. He
looked at my face, down to my raging hardon, and back up again. A smile
appeared at his mouth. “I thought so …” he grinned, and I laughed,
sheepishly then more confident as realisation dawned. He stepped up to me,
his arms going around me and he drew my body against his, our poles mashing
and rubbing together as he hugged me. I looked up into his eyes, and leaned
upward, my lips touching his. As our mouths met, hidden desire was
unleashed, and his tongue was invading my teeth, forcing my mouth open. I
fought back with my own tongue, exploring his lips, his gums, his teeth,
tasting him as my hands regained their life and my fingers clawed at his
back, digging into the firm muscled skin, gripping at the orbs of his butt
cheeks.

We were locked together, standing there, mauling each other in the bright
sunlight, beside the creek, and I was aroused beyond measure. This huge man,
his arms around me as he kissed me, was so strong, so desirable, and there
was no-one for hundreds of kilometres in any direction to disturb us. I
ached with the urge to hold him, to kiss him and please him. I pulled my
mouth from his, and lowered my face to his chest. Licking and sucking at the
firm skin as my hands wandered up and down his back, pressing and squeezing.
His head rolled back and murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips as I nibbled
at him. His hands were on my shoulders as he massaged my skin and played
with my neck, pulling me against him and grinding his massive erection
against me. I found his nipple and began to suck at it, biting softly then
releasing, blowing on the hard brown skin and licking again. He gasped
quietly at the pleasure, whimpering like a child. Sinking to my knees, my
hands gripped his cheeks as I sought his manhood.

The trembling, throbbing pole of masculinity twitched in front of my face.
The first drops of precum appearing at his slit as I stared at this
monstrous love rod. I licked out and scooped the sticky ooze from him,
tasting his very essence. Blowing a stream of warm breath over his cockhead,
I began to lick slowly along the length of his shaft, feeling the veins full
of blood under my tongue. I nibbled again at him, pulling gently at the skin
of his weapon with my teeth, and finding his large rolling nuts in their
wrinkled hairy sack. Swallowing each in turn, I rolled them around in my
mouth, caressing them with my lips and massaging his jewels with saliva. He
shuddered at my attention, his hands coming to the sides of my face as he
lifted me away gently. There was a look of urgent need in his eyes as he
lowered me to the soft ground, and scooted around so that his knees were
beside my head. Leaning over me, his huge cock dangled toward my mouth
again, and I slurped my tongue up, catching the tip of his rod and suckling
at it. He lowered his face toward my groin, seeking and finding my aching
cock, and sinking his mouth down over me quickly, coating my prick in
moisture and swallowing it into his eager mouth.

As the bliss of his throat closing over me sent tingles through my body, I
lifted my head and took him into me. Relaxing as best I could, I fought the
urge to gag and with my hands on his butt I pulled him down into me, felt
his mighty cock sink into my throat as I massaged him with my tongue and
drew my teeth along the edges of his shaft, scraping at his sensitive skin
and eliciting more moans of joy from him. He tensed quickly, tried to lift
himself off, but I held onto his arse and pulled him down again. His cock
was huge, and I could feel my airway cut off as I did my best to take the
full length of him into me. In any other position it would have been
impossible, but lying there as I was, my head tilted backward, my throat was
as open as it could possibly be, and somehow I managed to allow him to sink
to his full length. As he did, I constricted my muscles around that huge
meat, gripping at him and sucking, enveloping his entire manhood in the
velvety warmth of my throat.

Filled with him as I was, I could feel his mouth working at my prong,
slurping at me and coating me with saliva. I was in heaven as my throbbing,
aching prick was suckled into his mouth and licked and kissed with fervour.
Holding tightly to him, we `sixty-nined’ on the grass, in the sun, lost in
the enjoyment of each other. Using the leverage he had, being on his hands
and knees above me as I lay flat on the ground, Dan began to bob up and down
on my trembling cock, and at the same time he eased in and out of my mouth,
building up a steady fucking motion as he humped at me. I felt his urgency
increase as my hands roamed over his wonderful muscular body, felt his need
and guessed that it had been a long time since he had enjoyed the delight of
coupling with another. Faster and faster he began to thrust into my throat.
I grabbed at his firm semicircular butt cheeks, kneading the flesh as he
thrust, and slurping up and down his long hot prong as it slid in and out of
my mouth.

Sensing his growing desire, I allowed my teeth to again scrape at his skin,
letting the hardness slide along him, not to hurt but to excite. As I did,
he let out a long strangled moan, my cock vibrating within his throat as he
did, then he thrust forward suddenly, his already huge cock growing even
more. I felt the trembling, knew what was happening. He tried to pull back,
but I held firm and was rewarded with a flood of salty manjuice as his nuts
boiled over and emptied themselves into me. I swallowed quickly again and
again, drinking his essence, determined to milk him dry. He twitched and
shuddered, but never let me slip from him as his orgasm peaked. I gulped and
swallowed and gulped again, the giant load of built up juice within him
threatening to drown my efforts to take it all. The taste of him, the
feeling of his attentive lips on my cock, the powerful shaking of his climax
was so erotic, so exciting that I could not hold back much longer. I felt
the wave of passion flowing through me, and humped upward suddenly, driving
my cock into his gullet urgently. He responded by diving down further onto
me, and I lost control, my cock exploding and emptying my load of jism into
his throat as he drank of me. I shuddered and shot again and again as he
sucked at me, the exquisite pleasure rocking me to the core as his mighty
cock remained lodged within me, drained but still hard.

Finally I bucked again and collapsed, exhausted. Gently he lifted himself
from me, swinging around to lie beside me, and we kissed again. The taste of
my cum was on his tongue, and his own ejaculate coated my mouth. We shared
each other, mixed ourselves and drank a cocktail of our very essence from
each other. Together, side by side, we lay there as our pricks eased from
turgidity, softening in time to our sated needs as we recovered in the warm
sun by the pool of cool water.

Dan lay there beside me, both of us flat on our backs. “Ian,” he said,
quietly, “thank you!” There was a real depth of emotion in his voice.

“Thank YOU!” I said earnestly. “That was wonderful.”

“It’s just that it’s been a long time …” his unfinished sentence spoke
volumes. I rolled onto my side, and let my hand play across his chest,
twirling in the hair on his pecs, before sliding down to his groin, where I
playfully squeezed his long but now flaccid cock.

“How about another swim?” I asked. He smiled at me, and together we dived
into the pool, washing away the remnants of our sex, and cooling down from
the growing heat of the day. After a few minutes in the refreshing stream,
we climbed out again, and this time he drew me to a shaded spot under some
trees.

“You need to be careful” he warned. “My skin is used to the sun, but you’ll
burn quickly and I don’t have anything to help.”

Sitting there still naked and completely unselfconscious, we relaxed
together. And a new Dan emerged. He seemed now to be much more happy to
talk, and I sat and listened as he explained how he worked in the early
morning and late afternoon, relaxing during the heat of the day. He happily
chatted about his gardens and animals, how he managed to stay self
sufficient for most things anyone could possibly want, how he enjoyed the
relaxed life and peace of his little paradise here in this secluded valley.
I listened as he spoke, fascinated and envious as I thought of my hurried,
stressed lifestyle back at home in the city.

“You must get lonely sometimes” I mused during a break in his monologue.

“Yeah,” he stopped, his brow furrowing. “But what will be will be.” I
wondered at that, wondered at what past memories caused him to become so
thoughtful. For a while we were both silent, just lying there, enjoying the
proximity of each other, my hand on his stomach, his arm under my head. He
brightened a little after a time, and asked about my life. I told him,
reluctantly, about my job, my home, complained about the stress and the
pressure, whined about the lack of anyone special in my life. Still he
listened with interest, asking questions and making comments as we chatted
easily. The heat of the day grew, and even though we were sheltered from the
direct sun, the heat still drained and tired us, until he stood again,
lifting me bodily and carrying me laughing and pretending to struggle, into
the stream to cool off again.

Another swim, another refreshing play in the water, and we lay back on the
grass under the trees, drying quickly in the heat. Arms draped across each
other, we dozed and chatted and whiled away the afternoon happily together.
As the afternoon began to cool, Dan set about his basic chores, tending to
the animals and showing me where to find the ripened fruit and vegetables we
would use for our meal. We ate and talked, enjoying the company. I felt so
comfortable and so at home with this huge man, and I knew he enjoyed the
unusual pleasure of another human’s company. After our meal I helped him
clean up, and then we walked in the late evening light, hand in hand, still
naked and free, as he showed me around the property close by his home. It
was a warm night and as the stars came out I marvelled at the tranquility of
the place, and the incredible sense of freedom that came from simply walking
and talking under the stars, naked and together.

Dan turned to me, his arms going around me, and he hugged me to him without
a word. I nestled against this bear of a man, felt his body against my own,
enjoyed the strength of him. Instinctively, my dick began to harden,
pressing against his leg. I felt the corresponding growth of his organ, and
pressed even harder against him, murmuring quietly as I did, and sliding my
arms around him, my head resting against his neck.

Silently, he stopped and reached, scooping me up in his powerful arms. I
threw one arm around his neck, and let myself be carried like a child into
the cottage. He moved straight to the large comfortable bed, and settled me
on it carefully, leaning over me as he did and kissing me. I returned the
kiss, holding him tightly and tasting him. His mouth was moist, his passion
urgent as we kissed, and I could feel his need in the quiver of his body.
With my arms around his neck I tried to draw him down onto me, lifting my
legs around his torso and guiding him against me. His eyes locked on mine, a
question in them, and I answered it with a silent nod. Eagerly now, he
reached for a drawer beside the bed and scooped some cream from a jar onto
his cock, smearing a second glob of the gel against my twitching hole.

Even as he continued to kiss me, he slid his body into position and I
assisted him by gripping his torso with my legs. As the solid head of his
cock pressed against my rectum, I pushed back against him, relaxing and
willing myself to open. He was huge, his large thick prong steel hard and
throbbing, and I knew it would hurt, but I was determined to have him, all
of him. Slowly he moved against me, trying to be gentle. My resisting
muscles slowly gave way as his cockhead squeezed between my sphincter. I
winced at the pain, but held my breath and kept pushing back against him.
With a popping sensation I felt the head of his meat breach my defences. I
let out a long breath as he stilled and waited for me to adjust. I felt as
though I were being split apart, but I breathed deeply and quickly and held
him tightly. Before long, amazingly enough, my body began to accustom itself
to the invasion of his massive tool.

Almost as if a switch had been thrown, the pain receded, replaced by the
most incredible sensation of being filled. The wonderful tingling of
excitement and arousal swept through me as I accepted him within me and my
body began to enjoy the sensational fulfillment from his pole. Reassuring
him with a kiss, and pulling him to me again, I relaxed around him as he
began to move forward, the long thickness of his meat slipping between my
muscles and slowly, sensuously entering me, rubbing against my prostate as
he filled my cavern with his gigantic love rod. Gasping with delight, I
urged him on, whispering his name, hissing encouragement as he entered me.
In he slid, deeper and deeper. I marvelled at the length of him, marvelled
at my own ability to accept this huge invader, and more, to enjoy it so
much. My whole body tingled as he pressed onward and inward, supporting his
weight on his arms and leaning into me. Finally, with a long exhaled breath,
he sank his full length into my body, his large rolling nuts coming to rest
against my butt cheeks.

“Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed, and I smiled at him.

“Fucken’ oath!” I responded. “You are fucking hot, my man.” I hissed at him
as he steadied himself within me, trembling and adjusting to the sensations
as his cock was wrapped in the wet heat of my gut.

“Fuck me Dan!” I whispered at him, our eyes locked on each other. He nodded,
and slowly began to pull back, then pushed himself in again. As he did, I
clenched my arsehole around that mighty pole, gripped at him with all my
might. He moaned softly with pleasure, and pulled back again, soon falling
into a steady rhythm as he thrust and withdrew to thrust again, sending
waves of pleasure through me with each motion. The friction of his cock
against my hole ignited the flames of passion and I humped against him as
his tempo gradually increased. With the growing speed he also intensified
the strength he expended on our fucking. Harder, stronger, deeper he pumped,
his movement growing until he was pounding at me, and I begged him for more.
I whimpered and called out his name, gripping at him and he responded with
harder deeper shoving, forcing that massive rod of flesh into me, taking
control of my body as he sank himself into the hilt within me.

His entire body quivered, beads of sweat forming on his chest and face as he
ploughed his gigantic weapon into me. I responded to him like an animal,
hissing and gripping, humping back. He pounded up and down, a pile driver as
he plunged his turgid pole into my yielding flesh. We gasped and moaned
together, locked in our embrace, rutting in pure animal lust as we
surrendered to the base instincts of our masculinity and joined each other
in raging growling passion, fucked each other and became one in our fuck,
coupled and shuddering, roaring and heaving. We formed a single trembling
howling beast as we locked together and fought against the rising tide of
all encompassing sex.

As Dan’s mighty weapon impaled me the spears of pleasure shot through my
nerves like so much electricity. I shuddered and gasped with the pure joy of
his assault, my ravaged arse gripping at the invading monster and thrilling
to the power of his thrusts. Moaning and aching, I felt the inevitable
approach of climax as my balls roiled and contracted, but was unprepared for
the sudden avalanche of passion when it hit me. Without time to call out a
warning to the man who mated with me, my body convulsed in ecstatic pleasure
and my cock erupted, sending a stream of jizz shooting up and over my gut,
spraying creamy globules of man-cum over me and over Dan as he continued to
hump and pound at me. The ferocity of my orgasm amazed me, and delighted my
lover. As I twitched and shook, my arse clamped tight around Dan’s invading
spear, but it only served to encourage him. He watched as I came, not
letting up in his pumping thrusting fuck, calling out “yeah, fuck, yeah” as
I blew my load over us both.

My peak had passed and my load was spent, and still he fucked at me. I lay
back in total bliss as the huge man took possession of my body, and I became
the owner of his cock, clenching and gripping at him as he pounded. Lost in
extended ecstasy, I reached up to him, and my fingers found his large erect
nipples. Taking them between my fingers I pinched and twisted each together,
pulling at the hard brown flesh. Dan’s eyes shot open wide at the
pleasurable pain in his chest. He let out a bellow to wake the dead and
crashed his entire body hard against my ravaged arse, his entire throbbing
swollen love pole buried deeper than ever into my waiting cavern. A second
yell escaped him, and with that he exploded. Waves of searing white hot
manjuice slaked from his rampant cock, propelled forward by the huge rolling
nuts scrunched tightly against my arse cheeks. A river of his essence poured
into me as he bucked and gasped against me, his eyes glazing and his breath
short. Again and again he snorted and twitched as he came, emptying his seed
into me, spending his strength and depositing himself deep within my bowels.

Eventually, even the most incredible experiences must end, and as Dan’s peak
passed, he looked down at me, seeing me again as if for the first time. He
withdrew from my body, the slurping wet sounds as his cock exited my hole a
final joy. Collapsing beside me on the large comfortable bed, his hand went
to my chest, holding me possessively. “Fuckin’ hell, thank you!” he gasped
out.

“Thank you stud!” I said with feeling.

We lay there for ages, recovering in post coital bliss, sated and spent,
sharing the lingering joy of ultimate intimacy. Eventually, sleep came upon
me, a deep, restful sleep that comes from being totally content and at ease
with the world.

The next day, we woke together, and I jumped up with him, following him
around as he set to the neglected chores that needed doing in order to keep
his world running smoothly. With the animals fed, and the garden tended, he
checked on supplies and wood, declaring that we would need to get out and
chop some more that afternoon. Soon enough, the heat of the day began to
rise again, and together we headed for the creek, to swim and bathe and
rest. It occurred to me that I had been completely naked for the last 24
hours, as had he, yet I felt it to be completely natural and comfortable,
and not at all self conscious.

After a swim and a rest in the shade, we made love again. This time he was
tender, almost gentle in his attentions, but before long we were humping and
bucking together with unashamed masculine pleasure as we achieved climax
simultaneously, each of us yelling and screaming with joy as pleasure
crashed upon us. My arse was surprisingly resilient, his huge cock leaving
me not so much sore as aching for more. The cream he used for lubricant was
a type of revitalising vitamin cream that helped my ravaged hole recover
quickly.

Over the next days, we did everything together. We chopped wood and carted
it back to the cottage. We picked vegetables and fruits, we tended the
animals and collected eggs from the chickens. We walked for hours in the
cool evenings as he showed me the extent of his land, we swam in the
wonderful creek. And we made love. Over and over again. In the middle of the
day by the creek. In the early evening on a hill overlooking the house. At
night in a grassy field under the stars. In his gigantic bed he held me and
fucked me and made love to me, and I ached with happiness, my life in the
city forgotten. I quickly found that he produced copious amounts of pre-cum,
and within a few days, my body was becoming accustomed to his size to the
extent that we were able to fuck easily without the need for artificial
lubrication, his very juice enough to slick my entrance and allow him
passage.

The days passed quickly. Too quickly. I was fascinated by this place, by
this man. But at the back of my mind was the nagging knowledge that `rescue’
would come soon enough, and that I would have to return to the real world as
I knew it. About a week after I had stumbled onto this hidden paradise, Dan
and I were together again, on a hill on the other side of the creek from his
cottage. Below us the stream sparkled in the fading light of the day as we
made love yet again. I was sitting atop him, my legs straddling his sides as
I bobbed up and down, his massive prong buried deep inside me. I made him
lie there while I controlled our exertions, using my position as leverage to
lift off his cock slightly before using my body as a hammer to impale myself
on the mighty manhood filling me. As he approached his crescendo I
recognised the now familiar signs, his eyes closing half way and glazing
over with ecstasy, his cock swelling to impossible proportions. I held back
as best I could fighting against the rising urge in my boiling nuts until I
felt the shuddering twitch of his explosion below me, and at that moment I
let go myself. As he rocketed shot after shot of himself into me, a geyser
of white cream leapt from my prick and washed over his firm tanned gut and
powerful chest. I swore that his cum was being sucked into my body and then
spewed back out again through my aching tingling cock.

As we subsided from our frenzied fucking, I stayed where I was, not moving,
not allowing him to withdraw. I clenched my weakened sphincter tight around
that gigantic pole of flesh and leaned forward, kissing him fervently while
I gripped his very masculinity within me. As I sat upright again, with him
still encased in my hot wet chute, I smiled softly at his brawny features.
“Thank you, Dan, for everything.”

“I enjoyed it just as much as you,” he started, “probably more.”

“No, I don’t just mean the sex, I mean for the whole week. For sharing your
life with me, for letting me know just how wonderful life can be.” I said
quietly, fighting back a moisture in my eyes. He began to try to move, but
despite his size I was on top of him, and still had his manhood trapped
within me. I squirmed a little which brought moans of enjoyment from both of
us, and refused to let him move.

“You know,” he began thoughtfully, quietly, “Jim will be here tomorrow, so
you can get out with him, get back to the city.”

“Yeah” I replied, reluctantly. “Still, it will mean you can get back to your
normal life, without me hanging around to bug you.”

He seemed about to protest, then bit his lip. “Back to being alone again. I
guess that’s what fate had lined up for me when I came here.” He said,
wistfully.

“Didn’t you realise when you moved here that it would be a lonely life?” I
asked, wondering at his change of mood.

“No.” he stopped. Thought for a while, silently.

I wriggled again on top of him. Amazingly, despite our combined ejaculation,
his cock was still quite hard, and buried within me. I loved the feeling of
it there even as we relaxed, our fucking spent for the moment. I wondered
what it would be like to have him lodged within my body forever and smiled
at the folly of such a thought. “Come on, stud,” I urged him, as I clenched
my sphincter around his cock yet again, “in this position, I can expect
anything from you. What’s on your mind?”

He grinned at my words, shifted himself below me so that he could make a
half-hearted thrust inwards again.

“I didn’t come here to be alone.” He said, taking a deep breath. “I moved
here to get away from it all, but I had someone special in my life then, and
wanted us to have this place together. I thought that because I loved it he
would too. But when he got here, he hated it. No television, no bars, no
nightlife as he knew it. He tried, but after about a month, he couldn’t take
it anymore and left.” There were tears in his eyes, and my hand reached for
his face, wiping his cheek, as I encouraged him with silent sympathy.

“I went back to the city with him,” Dan continued, “but it wasn’t the same.
He treated me differently, always wanting to go out, to be around other
people. He wasn’t interested in being alone with me, even in town. Three
weeks after we got back, he told me he wanted to break off our relationship,
that it was obvious we had differing dreams. He couldn’t bring himself to
imagine us being together long term. So, I packed up what little I still
had, and came back here, and haven’t left since. That was five years ago,
and until this week I hadn’t really noticed just how lonely it is!”

My heart ached for this man. Here I was, under the open sky, his very
manliness clenched within my body, and he had opened his soul to me. I
leaned forward over him and kissed him softly on the lips. Looking into his
eyes, I began, “Dan, I …”

He cut me off quickly. “Don’t!” he said. “This week has been wonderful.
Let’s enjoy what we have, and then tomorrow you’ll go back to the city, and
I’ll go back to what I’ve known for years.”

We made love again later that night, before I fell into a restless sleep,
the first time since my arrival that I hadn’t slept deeply and well. The
next morning, Dan forgot his chores as he held me tight and made love to me
again on his large comfortable bed, a long drawn out lovemaking that kept us
both at a peak of enjoyment for hours before we finally surrendered to our
natural urges and exploded with a ferocious intensity together.

We bathed in the creek together, and then Dan dug out a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt for himself. “Jim usually gets here late morning.” He said simply.
As I pulled on the clothes I had abandonned so long ago, I felt quite
strange. It was almost foreign, wearing material against my skin after
having been completely naked for over a week. I scratched involuntarily
against the unfamiliar fabric on my flesh.

Jim’s arrival was heralded by the puttering of his ancient truck as it
topped the rise behind the house. When he pulled to a stop and began to
unload some bags of feed and mail and other supplies Dan had ordered on his
last visit, I stepped out to meet him. His face showed real surprise at
finding someone else there. Dan told him how I had shown up almost dead
after walking in when my car broke down.

“You own the brown Ford left on the side of the road?” Jim asked. When I
nodded he whistled. “You’re lucky you made it here at all if you were
walking during the middle of the day. I passed that car this morning, was
going to report it to the police when I got back to town. Must be a good 30
kilometres from here.” Dan looked at me in surprise that I had come so far.

Soon enough, the business was done, and Jim was ready to head out again.
“Come on my boy,” he said, “we’ll have you in town by this evening, and back
in the city tomorrow no doubt.” Suddenly, I felt sick. This was the moment,
and I had to leave.

“Just a second,” I said, then to Dan: “Can you help me grab some stuff
inside?” My eyes pleaded with him to understand, and he did. Inside the
cabin, out of Jim’s sight, I threw my arms around the big bear who had saved
my life. Hugging him tightly. He hugged me back, fighting his emotions. I
looked up into his eyes and saw the tears starting. Brushing it away with my
finger, I whispered “Thank you so much, for EVERYTHING!” The emphasis was
sincere and intense. He smiled, and a look of resignation came over him.

“Get going.” He said quietly, giving me a light-hearted slap on my butt,
squeezing as he did.

The trip with Jim back to town was quiet, as my mind raced with the
different thoughts of what had happened over the last week or so. He must
have sensed something because he said little, until we were almost at our
destination. Breaking his silence, he took a breath, and said, almost
casually, “You know, he’s a damn good man, that Dan. Someone broke his heart
a long while ago, but I figure it’s about time he deserved to have some real
happiness again.”

I looked suddenly at this wizened old man, not sure if I had understood
correctly what he was implying. He faced me squarely and went on. “We ain’t
as backward out here as you city folks seem to think. Plenty of times when
dogs n horses n whatever mate male to male. Seems to me if nature made
someone that way, there’s no reason to try to change it, and if two men find
themselves together, and they’re both happy, then everyone else should be
happy for them. I just don’t want to see Dan destroyed a second time. He’s a
good man.”

I smiled slowly at the man driving this ancient truck. “It seems to me
there’s a few good men in these parts. Thanks.”

Finally we reached `town’ — a tiny village of a few houses and a general
store. And a telephone! I called my boss, then got onto the local mechanic.
Apparently my company had been getting very concerned and was about to
report me to the police as a missing person. The mechanic declared my car a
lost cause, so I told him he could have it for scrap or whatever he wanted
to do with it. I bummed a ride to the nearest large town, then a train back
to the city. At work I was hailed a hero almost, people babbling with
concern and pretended sympathy, nodding wisely about the dangers of
travelling in the remote western plains, and praising the safety of city
life. The attention and sympathy lasted all of a day and a half before more
pressing matters took over, like missed sales targets, falling prices and
unmet budgets.

My flat was unchanged. Despite my having been away for almost a month,
nothing was different. A few friends complaining that I hadn’t returned
calls, but that was all. No one had even missed me to any real extent. Three
weeks after I had returned, it was if I hadn’t been away at all, except for
one thing — every night I dreamed of a huge hairy man, naked under the sun,
who loved me and protected me and made me happier than I had ever been.

On a particularly miserable morning at work, my boss confronted me, anger
all over his face.

“These figures are shit!” he declared, throwing a spreadsheet of projected
sales onto my desk. “If you can’t come up with something better than this,
then I wonder whether you have much of a future here.”

I looked at him, barely able to hold my contempt. As he stormed away, I
calmly packed up my personal belongings and walked out without a word to
anyone in the place. At home, a note was pushed under my door from the
landlady reminding me that the rent was due again at the end of the week.
The old bat constantly complained, and yet I had never been late once, and
never bitched about her failure to make the repairs that she should have
done around the place. I smiled to myself as I read her note, my resolve now
complete. I bundled some personal mementos into a suitcase, emptied my
meager bank account and thrust the cash into my pocket.

At the railway station, I made two phone calls. One to my landlady. “Mrs
Hamden? It’s Ian Mitchell from 6A. The place is all yours again, and I hope
you find the tenant from hell, goodbye.” I hung up before she could even
speak. The second was to my boss. “Hi there, it’s Ian Mitchell. I’ve thought
about what you said about my future. You’re right. My future’s not with your
company. I’m going back to a future. My future. Shove your sales targets up
your bum so they can match the shit that comes out of your face.” I could
hear the roar of his exploding anger as I slammed the receiver down in his
ear.

It took me two days and a lot of begging rides with mail contractors to get
back to Jim’s little general store. As I walked through his door, he looked
up calmly. “Took your time, didn’t you?” I laughed at him, with him, as my
heart lifted again, and I felt close now to my dream. “I’m not due at Dan’s
place for a couple of days, but I figure he could use a surprise,” smiled
Jim.

On the long drive out, I could barely keep the widening grin from my face.
Jim said little, but I could tell he approved of my being here. As we topped
the rise and the cottage came into view below, I suddenly thought. “You’d
better give that horn a blast, let him know we’re here.” I said, remembering
Dan would probably be naked, not expecting anyone for days. Jim smiled
knowingly. “I reckon you’re right,” he said as he leaned on the horn. I
spotted a scurrying figure, tanned and large, duck from the direction of the
creek into the house, and then we were there. Dan re-appeared, clad in
shorts again, a look of surprise on his face. Uncertainty crashed over me.
Had I done the right thing? As I jumped from the truck, Dan’s look changed
from surprise to joy.

“I was wondering if you could use some company … for a decade or two?” I
tried to joke as my eyes searched his face.

He ran to me, sweeping me off my feet as he threw his arms around me, and
kissed me long and hard. I heard Jim shuffling behind us, coughing to make
us realise he was still here. Finally tearing himself from me, Dan said
simply “Welcome home!”

The End

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