I have been walking for most of the day, and it did not look as though I would reach the Irish village where I was hoping to stop for the night. It was late August, end of the tourism season, so I didn't bother booking ahead. My foot hurt, and for the past half hour I has been limping. I stopped and sat down, and considered my options. No form of civilization was within sight, or had been for two hours. My cell phone had no reception, so calling for help wasn't an option. The route was supposed to be pretty popular, and yet I didn't not meet any other hiker since the morning. I was ready to admit I didn't know where I was. I was still on track, since I was still coming across the route's signs now and again. But I was no longer sure where on the track I actually was. Were those few houses I passed some hours ago the village? It was too late to go back, as the sun was setting. I would have to set up camp here. I didn't have a tent, nor did I have a sleeping bag (stupid!). I was carrying all of my luggage on my back, which probably had something to do with the limping, but, on the bright side, meant I had lots of clothes and could probably stay warm tonight. It was still summer, and yet it could be pretty cold at night, and wet anytime of day. This will be an experience. Hopefully the once-in-a-lifetime sort. Not because this would be my last ever hike though! No, I would be fine, I told myself, and I shook the offensive thoughts out of my head.
I was 21 at the time. I had just finished my undergraduate degree in computer science, and would soon be joining the military for my mandatory service. It seemed like a good enough idea at the time, but six years in the military, which I had agreed to in order to delay my service by three years, did not seem too appealing now. I was using my last month to go on this trip to Ireland, which had been wonderful so far. Just as I was considering where to set up for the night, I was startled by a noise. Did Ireland have dangerous wild-life, I wondered. Maybe I should set a fire. I was looking through my bag for the lighter, when I saw a man appear in the distance. I waved at him, overjoyed at meeting someone out here. As he came closer, I studied him carefully. He looked older than me by about ten years.
He said, "Hey there, you okay buddy?". He had an American accent, which was much clearer than how some of the locals spoke, as far as I'm concerned. "Well, I'm a little lost", I answered. "I figured", he said. "I saw you from up there", he pointed at a mountain down the road which I have not yet visited. "Figured you were in trouble when I saw you were limping". "Right", I was blushed. I wasn't happy about this man, who I by now had time to notice was rather handsome and made my stomach feel slightly butterfly-y, see me fail as a hiker, and yet I was relieved not to be alone out here. "It's too dark to hike any further anyway", he said. He surveyed my stuff and said, "do you have a sleeping bag?". "No," I admitted shamefully. "You can't stay here without a sleeping bag. I have a tent up there", he point up the mountain, "come on". He lifted my bag as easily as if it were empty and started uphill. I walked behind him, since the route wasn't wide enough for two here. My foot hurt still, but it was much better without my bag. We walked silently for twenty minutes. Every few minutes we looked back to check how I was doing. Finally we had arrived at his camp. His tent was sheltered from the wind by a big rock, and the land was rather straight and flat here. Good place for a tent, I thought. He put my bag down. I sat down and said, "thanks. By the way, I'm Tom". "John", he introduced himself. Curt, I thought. The strong silent type. "How's your foot?", he asked. "Oh, it doesn't hurt that much," I answered. "So where were you planning on sleeping tonight?", he asked. "At Black Water. There should be a B&B and a hostel there. But I must have missed it". "Yeah, it was about three hours ago. "
He went inside the tent and changed to sweats and a long t-shirt. After that he sent me inside to change. My pajama was comprised of shorts and a t-shirt. It was getting cold and since we were no longer walking, I was getting cold. I guess he noticed it, because he said, "we should go inside the tent, it's warmer there. We should go to sleep. Tomorrow we will need to walk to the next village. You can take a bus from there". I was kind of disappointed that he was saying me hike had to be over. But he was right, I couldn't continue. The tent was pretty crammed for two people.
"We are going to have to share the sleeping bag, I only have the one", he told me. I certainly had no problems with that. Having said that he took off his walking boots and went inside the sleeping bag. So, I took off my shoes as well, and went inside with my back to John. He zipped up the bag. We both lay there not moving. The bag must have been rather big for one person, but we were pretty squashed together. "Good night", I whispered. "Good night", he replied. I felt his body emanating heat.
After a few minutes he asked, "Are you still cold?". "A bit", I answered. He pushed up next to me and put his arm around my chest. He was pushing me back against him. Being so close to him and feeling the weight of his arm around me was making me hard. I adjusted my underpants, and in doing so I pushed my butt against John. It wasn't intentional, but I felt something. Up until this point, and although we were in a rather intimate position, I really thought it was all innocent. But now I felt something hard pushing against my butt. He was hard! John's hand caressed my chest slowly. I pushed back against John's hard cock in slow pulses, pushing and stopping.
After a few minutes John took his hand off my chest and moved back. I didn't know what he was doing, but soon here returned his hand to my chest. And then I felt his cock between my legs. It went all the way and stuck out below my scrotum. He was making fucking movements and pushing me against his body with his arm stronger than ever. I would have been able to get away from him, not that I wanted to. He lowered his hand to my cock and felt it through the shorts. It was hard as a rock, and has was following the contour of my erect cock in my shorts. He moved his hand inside my shorts, all the while making fucking movements with his cock between my legs. He squeezed my cock. Then, his hand explored my scrotum, feeling up my balls. Finally, I felt his finger go even lower. I felt it caressing my crack, apply pressure to my asshole. He took his hand out and I heard him spit. I pulled my shorts off and lifted my leg to allow him access to my hole. I felt his wet finger push my rosebud. He played with it, pushing against it and relenting. Then his finger went in. I pushed back against his finger, wanting more of it inside me. It was sort of belittling that his finger had such an effect on me. He fucked me with his finger for a few minutes, then took has finger out. I had played with my asshole before, put my finger up there, and even had a small dildo. I knew I liked it. I had never been fucked before, though, and I was looking forward to it, if slightly scared. When he took his finger out, I felt so empty. I just had to have it back in me. But then I felt him move about, and his cock head was in my crack, against my entry. He pushed, but it wasn't going in so easily. I knew I needed to relax.
"Wait", I said. He froze, his hand caressing my chest. I read about it before; I knew that experienced bottoms could actually open themselves up down there just by relaxing. So, I imagined myself open up, like a flower, relaxing, becoming wider. And it helped. "Okay", I said. He pushed his cock again, and the head popped in. We both lay without moving for a minute. I was catching my breath. It hurt but not so bad. I still wanted him inside me, deep inside. I felt a yearning to be filled. I pushed back and he pushed forward until it was all the way in. Now he was slowly taking it back out and back in, gently. Meanwhile I was jerking my cock. I felt waves of pleasure surge through me as he fucked me faster and faster. Confused thoughts ran through my mind. I knew then I would always be fucked and never fuck. It was just the way it had to be. John's hand grabbed my cock. He squeezed it, then let go. He took my balls and played with them for a while. Then put his palm on my hard cock, which was pointing towards my stomach, with his fingers around me balls. With every push of his cock he pulled me onto it with his palm. Then he sped up and fucked with all his might, until he gasped and gave a last push, cumming inside my ass. I felt his whole body relax. He lay there with his cock inside me for a few minutes. His hand was still on my cock, preventing me from jerking. I could have moved it, but liked the feeling of it on me. I was still completely hard though. After a few minutes he pulled out of me, and then turned me so I was lying my back. I looked at his face. He smiled at me, sweating. He started playing with my scrotum, and then he took his hand off me.
"Go on", he grunted, "cum". I pulled my knees apart and cross my heels, as this was the only way to make my asshole accessible when lying on my back inside the sleeping bag. The feeling of the air on my asshole was arousing. I jerked off slowly as he watched. As I increasingly neared an orgasm I closed my eyes, I could feel John's finger on my rosebud, playing gently with it, I pushed my pelvis back at his finger, but he kept it just touching my entrance. Finally I draw air and John must have figured I was about to come, because his finger fucked me all the way. I was open and wet so his finger just slid in, and being finger fucked by him sent me flying. My ass contracted around his finger. I shot maybe seven times and my cock kept spasming even without shooting anymore. I closed my eyes exhausted.
John pulled his finger out. He got out the sleeping bag, took a bottle of water and washed his hand outside the tent. The cool night air immediately chilled me down. John closed the tent back up and got back in the sleeping bag. We cuddled, still naked, and went to sleep. I awoke sometime in the night. It was still dark but I suspected it was close to dawn. John seemed asleep. I was sleeping on my back and he was on his side, his arm over me. I wanted to feel him on me, so I pulled his arm gently until he was half way on top of me. I swayed a bit towards him so that we were chest to chest. I could feel his cock hard in the way cocks can be when you sleep. Then, I held his back with my free arm as I lay back on my back. He ended up rolling on top of me, still fast asleep it seemed, his cock poking me in the crotch. Feeling his weight on top of me was very comforting. With him on top of me I had enough room to pull my knees up on both sides of him. All of this movement must have sparked some naughty dream in him, because he started humping my crotch gently in his sleep. He was still sprawled on top of me with all his weight. By now I was very hard and I wanted him to fuck me. And if he was asleep, then that's just how it would have to be. In fact, it was exciting that he was asleep. He must be a pretty deep sleeper, I realized. I brought my knees a bit closer together which sort of lifted him a little. His cock became free and when I put him back down, his cock was trapped between his body and mine, beside me cock and scrotum. I humped him a little bit and he murmured something incomprehensible, still sleeping. I put two fingers in my mouth and reached down to my ass, first inserting one finger, then two, preparing myself. Then I decided it was time to get this show on the road. I squirmed and inched up in the sleeping bag, so that John's cock was free and erect between my legs. This wasn't so easy to do with John lying on top of me. By the time the deed was done I was wet with sweat. Then I grabbed John's cock gently and pushed it blindly against my boy cunt. The head of his cock was oozing precum. I wriggled down a bit and it went inside me, just the head. I move my pelvis back and forth, and made his cock head fuck me. Every few seconds his pelvis moved in stunted sharp motions, then he froze again. It was as though he was dreaming of fucking and bits of his dream sipped into reality. I inched down some more, just a tiny bit every few seconds. In a few minutes his dick was buried inside me to the hilt. It was a wonderful sensation, although also frustrating, since I couldn't reach my cock, which was trapped between our bodies, and my ass wasn't fucked except for my pelvis movement. This low intensity fuck went on for what seemed like forever. I was enjoying myself immensely but at the same time really wanted to cum. Suddenly, John grunted and gasped and I felt him cum inside me, filling me up with his flowing juices. I didn't want to pull apart, so we just lay like this for a long time. It was great to have this strong man protecting me and fucking me. It was a dream come true.
After an indefinite amount of time, I felt I had to cum. I took his cock, which had shrunk and was now soft, out of me. I opened the sleeping bag and squirmed out. I sat down beside the sleeping bag and began jerking off. I really wanted to feel John inside me, so I took his hand and put his finger on my entrance. Just feeling the weight of it there was making me horny. Suddenly I felt John's finger pushing against my rosebud. I looked over and saw John, while still sprawled in the position I left him in, had his eyes open. He inserted his finger inside me. He didn't seem surprised that I was wet, I guess he thought I wet myself with saliva. I don't know what he thought his dick was wet of, sweat perhaps? The air inside the tent was pretty warm by all of the late night activities. He got up surprisingly, suddenly completely awake. pulled me on my back on the sleeping bag, my legs on his shoulders, and mounted me. He fucked me, this time not so gentle. Pain and pleasure combined as his cock pushed inside me, in and out. His hands on my shoulders pinned me down. I wanted to be owned by him, to have him do whatever he wanted with me. He wouldn't let me jerk off - when I tried to touch my cock he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the ground above my head with one hand. With the other he explored my body. He caressed my face and neck, pinched my nipples, and pressed my balls. I found the pain made me more excited. I knew he was right - all my pleasure must be combined with pain to really feel it. He was fucking me faster and faster, until he pulled out and he came forcefully on my chest and a bit of my face. I had still not cum since the evening. Now he grabbed my cock and jerked me off until I came all over my chest. John helped me clean up and we went back to sleep.