Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will reflect your enjoyment of this site, and allow more stories such as this to be published.
Please feel free to comment at buckjacksonjr@gmail.com
TRAIL RUNNING INCIDENT by Buck Jackson, Copyright 2020 by the author.
When trail running I am usually very careful but one of the hazards is tripping over a root. It does not help such sad carelessness when you know you have twisted your ankle and you are a good mile from your car and in deep woods, with no phone (because it weighs you down.)
So, struggling through the pain, I stood up and balanced against a small hickory and tested my weight. The short word I used didn't surprise me given my filthy vocabulary, but my volume and tone jarred me. This was going to be ugly and there was only one way back, a hobble. So I looked to find a walking stick, settling on a feeble limb, and set off. Twenty steps and I was at a standstill, the aforementioned expletive making a second appearance, only louder. And the stick broke.
Perhaps all this wouldn't have been so bad except I was due to meet a fuckbuddy that evening for a rousing time, breaking all Covid quarantines. This just sucked all around and not in the fun way.
I didn't really want to look at my ankle but I did and it was swelling. Needing to get moving I set off again, trying for no reason to suppress my foul language when I thought I saw someone through the undergrowth, down the path. I refused to call out HELP because I was not about to turn this situation into a pride-defeating cliche. I just waited, and sure enough a lanky guy appeared making his way right toward me.
"Where did you come from?" I asked, rather disingenuously.
"I thought I heard something so I came in this direction," he replied rather flatly.
"Oh, you heard me say FUCK! Sorry about that".
He cracked a smile and said "you look hurt".
"No shit, Sherlock." Then I saw his eyes fly wide open and I amended things quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. It's the pain speaking, it's nice of you to stop". I gritted my teeth.
"No problem" he replied with a reserved but half-sympathetic smile. He was a nice guy. I am not used to nice guys.
"What can I do for you?" He asked.
I did not say "Drop your pants and bend over and let me unload in your ass would be perfect", but I sure thought it. Instead, not being entirely evil, I answered the obvious "Do you have a phone?"
"No, I left it in the car, weighs you down," and I liked this guy more but also didn't. I mean, one of us could have a phone! "How bad are you hurt?" he asked.
"Well" I pointed down and said "Look. And when I put weight on it, like this....FUCK!!!"
"Ouch!" He said quickly, probably more from my profanity than from my condition. "Look, there appears to be only one thing we can do. You can lean on me and we can make our way back, are you in the lot?"
"Yes, but it's far and I don't like to impose" whereupon he gave me a look that I read as "do you have a choice" and I looked right back and said "you are right, I don't really have a choice."
"Here" he reached and took my arm and put it around his shoulder. Aside from the welcome body contact I was surprised by his lean musculature, maybe this was not going to be so bad after all.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
"Really very nice! I mean, I think this might work, let's just go slow." The pain was bringing out my inner thoughts pretty quickly, and after all he was a nice-looking guy.
"So", he said, "you set the pace. You have been trail-running?" I bit my tongue because I hate obvious questions, but he was trying to make conversation and at the moment I was at his mercy.
"Yes, I have" I stammered out.
"Why on such a hot day?"
"Well, maybe it's because I like it, and maybe it's because I'm compulsive, and maybe I hope to run into sex in the woods, or maybe it's because I want to have a nice trim sexy body like yours." I replied with a hint of malice.
"Well, your body looks fine and other than the ankle I don't see that you have anything out of place."
That was far too nice a thing to say to me given what I just said, and especially since I had been riding him with my general foul attitude. But I was not about to turn into Mr. Nice Guy just yet. And he had ignored my sex comment!
"So what are you doing out here?" I asked.
"Hiking, like I said." He replied.
"Alone?"
"Yes, well until I found you."
"Which I bet you are starting to regret."
"Not quite yet."
"Ha! Man alone in the woods... you were cruising!"
"No." he said flatly.
"Yes." I challenged.
"No." he said more firmly. And looked sternly at me.
"Well, too bad," I said after our mutual stare broke.
Then we took a few steps and I let my arm fall down his back and my hand grabbed his ass. He did not break stride. I was forced to say "You know my hand is on your ass?"
"Yes", he said, "I am quite aware." I thought I saw half a smirk. Maybe I was being played. So I squeezed.
"So how does it feel?" I inquired with playfulness.
"Actually, quite good." I did not expect to hear that! So I went full-bore.
"Then why don't we rest a bit, strip off all our clothes, then you can bend over and I will fuck you silly, or if you prefer you can fuck me silly."
"I agree with the part about resting a bit." He smiled broadly, and I realised he had been carrying a lot of my weight and needed a break as much as I did. His broad smile was more of a front to get some rest. I felt bad.
"Hey" I said " I'm sorry about all that, sorry about a lot of my attitude. You have been amazing and I have been rotten. I didn't even ask your name. I'm Ben."
"I'm Stefan, and don't worry about anything, I know you are truly in a lot of discomfort and this is the least of what you expected on a nice day."
"You are a kind man, Stefan, truly kind and I want to thank you right now. You are going out of your way by helping me. Fresh start?" I extended my hand.
"Accepted, Ben" He shook my hand, and kept it a moment too long. I looked at him. He just smiled that nice smile. No, Ben, no. It's the horny talking. Leave the guy alone. Your fuckbuddy will probably come through later. Still, my eyes were moving slowly up and down his tight lean body, my imagination following along.
I noticed him looking down at me in the quiet moment. "Ben, how did you know that I'm gay?"
Whoa! Out of the blue! Who is this guy?
"Stefan, I honestly didn't know. Yes I made a move and yes I have egged you on, but this is my normal rambling especially when I am in a bad mood. Don't take it personally, please, I am glad you are helping me, and...."
He cut me off...."Ben, you have an erection" and he cocked his head.
Fuck, I looked down. And I did.
"Don't worry Ben, I'm really quite flattered." Stefan reached over and covered my erection with his hand, moving his fingers over my running shorts and making my cock jump. Then he looked from side to side and said "Do you think we could see if anyone were coming?"
"Hhhhere?" I stammered, but added "very doubtful we would see anyone. I have run this trail for months now and you are the first guy I have seen."
With that he stood up, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pushed his hiking pants and shorts down in one motion. A beautiful hard cock popped out at my face, glistening at the engorged tip. My heart started beating faster.
"You look surprised, Ben." Stefan said. "I was not expecting you to be so shocked after all your talk."
"Give me a moment to recover..." I replied as my hand went up to touch this sudden glory. "Do you mind, Stefan?"
"Ha ha, does it appear that I do? Here, let me help you up. Careful, remember your foot," which I am glad he said because I was about to forget, as his lean strong arm reached down to help me rise.
"Now then, where were we? Oh yes!" Stefan's voice had a playful tone as he took my cock in his hand and I took his cock in mine. I braced against a small tree; we moved closer.
"This feels so good," I said, looking down at his hand moving on my cock, wet with precum. I reached down for his balls and he drew a slight breath. I massaged gently and moved a finger underneath them, causing even more of his precum to rise and flow. I moved back to his cock which was instantly as wet as mine.
"This might go fast," he breathed. He was very hard. I looked up and his eyes met mine intently. We leaned in. Our lips touched. They pressed. Simultaneously our tongues were in each other's mouth. Deep. A real man-kiss.
I felt Stefan's hand pull my cock up against his cock, and then he manipulated my hand so that our cocks pressed together and we jointly stroked them, everything slick and wet. I knew I would not last at this rate. I broke the kiss briefly to tell him so, and he responded that he was close. I said I wished I could taste our mixed precum. He lifted his hand up to our faces right at our lips, and I pressed my mouth on it. We both licked at the same time, our tongues playing between his fingers. I was breathing harder, so was he. I felt him tense along with me. He kept the slick hand between us and let me do the stroking.
"Stefan I am going to cum."
"Me too, Ben. Don't stop"
I increased the rhythm, trying to read his eyes. I wanted this to be simultaneous but I also did not care. Then I felt my balls tighten as his cock swelled, then cum was flowing everywhere. Both of us were coating our cocks and my hand, white gobs like lava flowing out and over our cockheads and down the joined shafts. It seemed to keep going. He had dropped his hand and we kissed with more intensity than before, savoring the sensual climax and prolonging the aftershocks of pleasure.
Our foreheads were together, we were breathing hard and looking at the cum dripping off our cocks to the ground beneath us. We did not speak for a solid long minute. We should have been exhausted but exhilaration lingered satisfyingly. I realized I had forgotten my foot, and even wondered foolishly if this had healed it.
"Are you OK to move?" asked Stefan.
" I had not thought about that yet," I replied smiling. From my pocket I pulled a bandana and offered it to him, getting cum on it in the process, but that did not matter. He took it and wiped both our cocks and hands as well as he could. What a nice guy!
"The rest will just dry," he said, as I took the bandana and put it back in my pocket. He smiled, "souvenir?"
I laughed. "Stefan, needless to say I really enjoyed that," as we pulled up our shorts.
"I did too, Ben, but we have a trek ahead of us if you still want my help."
"Stefan, I have felt no pain since I saw your cock, I think I am cured!" We laughed. "Let me see how well I do alone."
He stood aside but close. I let go of the tree, and gingerly took a step. Okay so far. I advanced a little and put more weight on it. Again, Okay. He looked at me with eyebrows raised. I gave a reassuring look. Another step, slightly more weight. Okay!
"Stefan, it looks like that fun we had did me more good than I thought."
"Or maybe you were fooling me all along just to get into my pants!" He joked. Then said "Well, Ben, it will be nice just to have a normal conversation as we head back. Learn a bit about each other."
"You mean more than we already know, Stefan?" I replied mischievously. He smiled broadly. This was good.
"Alright, my new friend Stefan, as they say in the movies...Let's follow the yellow brick road! We laughed and took our first carefree steps.
"FUCK!!!!!!"