I was a sad, lonely and confused young man in a mideastern city, probably not really the kind of "he-man" to brave the wilds, but I had lost my job, and wasn't quite sure why I seemed to be different from "society" and decided to join a wagon train west. I learned some skills as we went, developed some muscles and endurance and gradually took on more responsibilities as the train slowly made its way along. The pivotal time of my life happened when I got separated from the wagon train when the trail boss sent me ahead to scout for water. The sun was hot and my hat was old, so I was sweating a lot and tired pretty quickly, but I knew I had to keep going.
Before long, though, things seemed kind of strange, the light was different and even though I had a little water with me I knew I was in trouble, and since there weren't any trees to break up the horizon the hypnotic movement of the waves of ankle-high grass started overwhelming me. I got dizzy and disoriented and thoughts went through my head about how I was going to die and let down the folks back in the train, started thinking about when I was a kid, all kinds of mixed up stuff and then I went down on my hands and knees and instinctively crawled on. I felt some small relief from the sun for a while as the grass got taller, but finally I couldn?t crawl anymore, couldn?t get up and felt myself falling face first onto the ground.
I guess the grass being taller was what kept me alive with the little extra shade it provided, because some time later I came back to consciousness and realized I could feel that the ground was slightly moist and I thought I could smell water. With the strength I had left I started crawling inch by inch toward the moisture I was beginning to sense more surely and then in a little depression in the ground I found a tiny stream of clear water. I knew enough to sniff it and figure out it was not alkali water and then I sucked it up like a dog. When I felt strong enough I got up on my knees and looked over the grass, hoping to see the wagon train or something that suggested I wasn't all alone. And that was when I saw you. I couldn't believe my eyes because there was actually a tiny creek there in the middle of nowhere and on the other side of it were a couple of trees and a little raggedy-looking wooden hut with a fire ring in front and a couple of crude chairs. Hanging from the tree limbs were some drying clothes, there was a horse staked out nearby chomping at the grass, but most interesting of all was, as I said before, was YOU! You didn't notice me at first and you were stark naked, leaning back on the trunk of one of the trees in the shade. I was 30 years old and had had to keep a secret for as long as I could remember about some of my inner thoughts, but seeing you there, my secret took over and I drank in the sight of you and your nakedness just like I had drunk the trickle of water, and most of all my eyes focused on the patch of hair around your big cock as you sat there with your legs spread and your big balls hanging down. You were idly rubbing your hairy chest and looked to be lost in your own thoughts. You were probably a few years older than me, I could see the muscles and scars that proved you had earned your way on your own, but what had my secret fluttering and my heart pounding was your sheer masculine beauty. Your ginger hair was longish and pulled back behind your ears, you had a scruffy red beard on a strong jaw, a nice prominent nose, a generous mouth with thickish lips, blue eyes looking into a distant somewhere with your thoughts, thick red eyebrows and high cheekbones. Then your neck was strong and thick and met your wide shoulders that bracketed your muscular chest. Your chest was pure art--swirls of cinnamon hair covering the muscles, accentuating big brownish nipples that looked like bullets, the hair/art curling down onto your flat stomach and right on down, spreading around my point of fascination. I kind of incidentally noticed the golden fuzz on your muscular legs and that your skin was all one kind of golden tan color developed by a ginger man who knew how to use the sun without getting burned.
I must have gasped, because you became aware of me and sprang to your feet with every defense up, ready to kill me, I believe, if need be. But then I could see your fierce look soften as you realized that the man before you was no more threatening than a rabbit, especially when he flopped face forward into the little stream of water.
The next thing I knew I was lying on a cot inside the hut and you were sitting beside me looking anxious and worried. You had your clean rough clothes back on and an intense expression on your handsome face. I kind of expected a rough voice from such a hunk of wild man, but in a cultured voice with an Irish accent you gently asked me if I was OK, and if I knew what had happened. At first I struggled a bit to remember, and found my secret's fascination with the memory of your naked body almost clouding everything out, but eventually was able to let you know why I had ended up in trouble. You explained to me that I must have trekked a lot farther than I was aware, because the wagon trail was nowhere near. You apparently lived as far away from other people as you could and no one really knew of the little oasis you had found and turned into a home. You gave me water and helped me eat a little broth that had a gamy taste but was delicious to my ravenous hunger.
My mind and heart were going wild as I took all of you in, you were so beautiful and you smelled clean but with just enough of the male musk that had always caught my attention when I had been around other men throughout my life, not knowing why it smelled so good. Anyway I got a clue when I realized that smelling you and seeing you was making my groin tingle and my cock start to stiffen. I realized that some of the musk was mine, then, because you had just pulled me from the water and put me in your bed. I needed a bath for sure, but I also realized I was a bit thrilled that I was naked under the thin blanket, and that you had taken my filthy clothes off and seen all I had to show. I tried to thank you but you would have none of it, and then I fell asleep again.
When I woke up you weren't in the hut, and suddenly I was afraid not only of being alone in the middle of nowhere but of not ever seeing you again. I could feel my strength coming back and I jumped off the cot and stumbled over to the door of the hut to look for you, and there YOU were, just by the fire circle and now your eyes were on me as I stood there naked in the door. And your eyes weren't on my face. I realized not only that I was naked but also that my cock was thickening even more. I am not an ugly man, myself, nor am I poorly endowed, and I have always enjoyed my cock, though my secret never let me use it with anyone else, definitely not any woman, and not on a man, not in that time and place, but my hand knew it well. You got up from the rickety chair and walked toward me, your eyes never wavering from my now full grown cock. Neither of us said a word as you reached toward me, and you leaned into my armpit, sucking my funky smell into your nose, then you moved over to the other one. Neither my secret nor my heart had ever been so alive as your rough hands started caressing my shoulders, my chest hair and my belly. By now you were taking your shirt off again and the smell of your arousal was now reaching my nose and we were suddenly clutching each other to our chests. I finished pushing your shirt down and off your arms and began tugging at the buttons on your homespun pants. I loved that as soon as your pants fell open I could feel the hairy package I had zeroed in on when I first saw you, feel the heat of it, the hardness and the incredible size and length of it and smell the scent of about-to-fuck cock as it filled my own nose. Then I was on my knees as if I had been doing this all my life and I was tasting you and licking you and thinking I had died and gone to heaven, free from my secret and free to fill my heart and soul with the massive gift of you, my first man, my first step into knowing who I was and what I wanted to do. We got you completely naked then and you walked me backward into the hut, we lay down on the cot and I felt your full hairy body on top of mine, our cocks touching and slipping against each other, the wetness of our eager precum lubricating the way. You were nuzzling into my armpits again, and in that beautiful Irish accent you told me how much you loved the smell of a sweaty man, and I told you I knew what you meant. As we began moving more vigorously together, you were also starting to sweat and your scent was intoxicating me more. Though I was a little weak at first, strength came from somewhere to help me meet every move you made, rub every place on your body I could reach, and thrust my groin up into yours. Your huge cock slipped between my legs easily with all the sweat and precum and as you pushed back and forth into my taint I felt your cock coming closer and closer to my virgin ass, and my secret told me I not only loved the contact, but that I wanted to feel more, have more, open up to more.
Instinctively I parted my legs to let you in and my ass lifted up with only one goal in mind, for you and your slippery cock to enter me. There was no thought whatsoever about cleanliness, pain, taboos about letting something in there, just a primal, vital, musky-smelling drive to let it happen. We didn't even know each other's names yet, but you looked into my eyes and I gave you every permission I could as the tip of your cock found my hole, and with my hips knowing exactly how and when to move up to meet you, you started moving inside. I don't know if it hurt, I don't remember anything except the exhilaration of feeling the fullness in my body and soul as you pushed into me. You didn't hesitate in the least, obviously knowing more than I did about this kind of thing, but you weren't rough or demanding, you were steady, and very big, and oh, so very very good as you sank into what I hope was as much heaven for you as it was for me. As you moved inside me, my cock was rubbing on your sweaty pre-cummy washboard stomach and it felt like silk. Your beautiful belly hair was so lovely on my cock, each hair titillating my senses and moving me toward somewhere my hand had never taken me before. You started licking my chest and smelly armpits as you drove in and out of me, your mouth found mine and my tongue knew exactly how to play with yours, your hot breath on my chin and ears felt so right, and I hoped mine was feeling the same for you. I licked your stubbly chin and couldn't believe how hot it felt, and you licked me back. Then you moved your mouth down and started biting and licking my erect nipples, sending new shocks through my already shocked body, and on your upward push I was able to do the same to you and make you howl, even above the sensuous groans having your cock in me was causing you to make.
I could feel the explosion building, not only in my own balls, but in the way you were moving into me, so gently, yet so forcefully, gradually increasing the speed and depth. What I now know to be my prostate was thrilling to every stroke of your thick hardness, a feeling I had not known before, and the inevitability of it all coming to a climax created a conflict between the burning desire for it to happen and the reluctance for it to ever stop. There was no doubt, though when it did culminate as your cock seemed to grow even bigger and you stopped your thrust at the deepest point in me you could find and I could feel you pouring your self into my gut. I was there and everywhere, miraculously feeling my own cock getting bigger, my balls drawing up, the slick hairiness of your belly attacking the tender end of my shaft to force the flood of my cum out. Then, as we slowly came down, we were still moving slightly, luxuriating in the afterglow, jerking involuntarily as we continued to give each other little pleasures, my cum lubricating our stomachs, and your cock twitching inside me.
Well, how does one ever forget losing his virginity, especially to a man of such dream-like proportions and beauty, not to say skill? It could have lasted for hours for all I knew, but no matter how long it lasted, we, total strangers to each other except for the skin-to-hairy-skin phenomenon happening between us, were in a heaven all our own.
It would be nice to say we lived and loved like that forever, but after we stayed with, near, and in each other for a blissful week, and knew each other's names and stories, you helped me find my way back the opposite way from the wagon train to the city I had left. You helped me realize that I wasn't a recluse like yourself, and that I could survive in the city better than in the wilderness. I also knew who I really was now, and could more likely find other men with the "secret" and find a way to live as I needed to.
So, dear Derry, though we are apart, you are still in me in many ways beyond the physical, you always will be, and I hope you aren't too lonely in your little hideaway, maybe you remember me with as much love and lust as I remember you.
Thank you, sweet ginger Irish dream.