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Well, that did it, I thought as I came into the same wooded clearing for the third time that afternoon. Good going Jo, getting yourself well and truly lost. Since my girlfriend Mary had broken up with me two weeks ago, I’d become increasingly restless and frustrated, so when a buddy of mine had suggested I take up hiking since we lived so close to a national park, I pounced on that idea. Now, as I halted in the clearing, surrounded by the sounds of nature and fragrant evergreen trees, it wasn’t seeming so bright. I shifted my backpack up higher on my broad shoulders, and picked a different direction to head off this time. At least I was in pretty good shape, so this wasn’t the hardest thing I’d ever done…but those storm clouds on the horizon were moving in awfully fast, so it was probably a good thing if I could get off the mountain as soon as possible. Half an hour later, the clouds were right over me and I was starting to lose my cool a little. Mary used to make jokes about men not asking for directions all the time, but if there were anybody out here, I would have gladly swallowed my pride, because now I was soaked to the bone by a steady rainfall. Shoving my dark hair back once more, I looked up to see a soft light glowing ahead through the rain. Seizing on that small hope, I stumbled further up the mountain to find a log cabin in the middle of a flattened out clearing. It look as natural as if it had grown up alongside the trees around it, though there was a garage to one side and electric light glowing through the windows. No matter, it was a sign of humanity! I made my way up the front steps, and knocked on the door, trying not to shiver as I folded my arms tightly. The man that answered was huge. That was the only word that I could think of as I peered up. Taller than my six foot frame by a couple inches, he managed to nearly fill the entire doorway with his shoulders, though I couldn’t see an inch of extra body fat anywhere. Piercing blue eyes pinned me under a surprised look below cropped blond hair. “Hey man, I’m sorry it’s so late but I’m, um…” I faltered a little, and the mountain man’s expression changed to amusement and sympathy. “Lost?” he arched a pale eyebrow. When I nodded he stepped back, letting me in. I stood in the front hall as he shut the door, turning back to me. “Huh, you don’t look like the usual idiot tourists that get lost up here,” he commented wryly. “Name’s Eric.” I shook his hand, my own not insubstantial grip clamped in his. “Joseph,” I replied. “I’m not a tourist. I live in the city down the mountain, I just got…turned around somehow.” “Happens.” He nodded in understanding. I could see that revelation had gained at least a point of approval from him. “It’s a good thing you found my place, with that rain it’s probably going to cause a few slides further up, nasty things to get caught in.” I swallowed hard, and glanced back at the door. “Slides, you say?” I asked a bit nervously. “Mud, mostly. Leave your pack there and strip down before you catch something, or drip on my floor.” With that, Eric disappeared down a side hall, obviously heading for the private part of the house, and I found myself doing as he said. Halfway out of my jeans, common sense caught up with me. This was a stranger’s house! And pretty far up the hill at that, completely isolated. Eric chose that moment to come back, a towel in hand. He arched an eyebrow at me when he saw me paused in nothing but my jeans around my knees. Berating myself for being stupid, I finished stripping, leaving me in my boxers. We were both men here, there was nothing to get weird about. I’d been more naked in the shower at my gym, in front of total strangers at that. Here, though, it somehow Maltepe Escort felt more intimate, and my smile was a bit uncomfortable as I accepted the towel. “Shower’s down the hall.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder the way he’d just come. “There’s clothes in the bathroom.” I gave him my thanks as I edged past his large frame, and before I went down the hall I could have swore I saw him give my retreating ass a second look! After the quickest shower on record, I pulled on a set of worn Levis that were a bit too big around the waist, and a plain blue tee shirt with the same problem. God, this guy was huge! I bet he could pin me in no time flat. Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I wandered back out to the rest of the house, hearing the familiar sound of heavy rain on the roof. Thunder rumbled lazily as I saw Eric come to the entry of the kitchen, smiling slightly. This time, I definitely saw interest in his eyes before he turned away again. Mouth a little dry, I followed. How long had he been up here alone? As a man, I knew that your own hand could only take you so far before anything started to look good. And here I had just dropped into his lap. Reassuring myself I was indeed straight, and not interested in anything he might have to offer, I walked into a kitchen furnished with gleaming modern appliances like I’d only ever seen in the home remodel magazines I occasionally flicked through at Home Depot. Something was heating in a pan on the stove, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had anything substantial to eat. Eric glanced over his shoulder and said, “Hope soup out of a can is okay. I was gonna go into town today, but the weather had other ideas.” “It was clear earlier,” I said purely for the sake of conversation, and he chuckled, twisting around to lean against the counter beside the stove, owning an impressive amount of space around him. “You may not be a tourist, but you’re still a city boy,” he said with a hint of amusement in those blue eyes of his. “When it rains like this, a lot of times the road floods or gets blocked by mudslides. It’s hell even on my big truck, so I’d rather stay up here and wait for things to clear than be stuck in the city just for the sake of a few things I wanted. Got everything I NEED right here.” “You sure?” I replied before I could help myself, inciting a raised brow and a measuring look before he turned back to the stove. Where the hell had that come from! “Yup,” he said evenly, then got two bowls out from the cupboard next to him. Dinner was more than a little tense. We ate at his small table, and Eric hardly took his eyes off me as we made small talk. He asked me what I did for a living, what kind of truck I drove, if I had a girlfriend. All very masculine questions that’d I had discussed before with other guys, but here they somehow carried different meaning, though I answered them all the same. He seemed particularly interested in the subject of girlfriends; not that I could blame him, I suppose, since he told me he was alone a lot up here. That statement was accompanied by enough heat in his eyes that I swear I actually felt him eye-fucking me. “That’s gotta blow,” I said, then choked a little as he smirked at my word choice. Damn it, I wasn’t going to let him make me this uncomfortable! “Yeah, Mary was great. She was the perfect girlfriend… except for what a frigid bitch she could be sometimes. If she did something wrong, all I’d get was an apology, but if I screwed up even a little-” “It was the end of the world.” He took the words right out of my mouth, and I found myself smiling as I nodded. “Spend a lot of time on the couch?” “More than you’d believe,” I muttered, shaking my head Maltepe Escort Bayan with a sigh. “Anyway, she’s gone now, so what can I do, right?” I stood, holding my borrowed pants up with one hand and my empty bowl in the other. “I hear that. My ex wife was the same way. Still is, if her yuppy of a new husband is anything to judge by. I swear the man flinches like one of those little dogs she carries around in her purse every time she says his name.” Eric laughed, joining me briefly at the sink. I glanced out the window over the sink, and was mildly shocked to see that it had grown dark outside. Had we really passed that much time? He followed my gaze, and a sigh settled through him. “Well, I’m not someone to just let a man wander out into that,” he said in a decisive tone. “I’ll take you down the mountain in the morning, if the roads and the weather are clear.” Oh shit. A night alone with him? I tucked my dismay out of my head, and nodded agreeably. “Thanks. Looks like I’d probably drown walking out the door. Sorry to barge in like this.” “Nah, rather you were in here than out there,” he replied, leaving that hanging as he walked past me. I consulted my cell phone for the time- it had been out of service since I got into the woods a few hours earlier- and saw it was close to eight. Television noise came to life from the other room, and I joined Eric for an hour or so of some sports game, highlights and replays from something I had missed. Though we sat on opposite ends of the couch, it felt like I was still close to him, and I worked hard to lose myself in the game we were watching. He inquired briefly about which team I liked, I gave him an honest answer, and he let me have some good-natured ribbing since he liked the opposing team. For awhile, some of the tension was lost between us, until it was time for bed. He flipped the television off, and looked my way with what was almost a challenge in his eyes. “Well, time to get some rest, I guess,” he said, going to shut down the fire in the hearth. “Only got one room, and it gets pretty cold out here.” He left that hanging, and my own male pride, which would not let me be intimidated, took over as I stupidly opened my mouth. “Guess we’re sharing then, Eric.” The smile he gave me was innocent enough, but barely stopped short of a smirk. “Crossed my mind. I just didn’t want you to get uncomfortable, Joseph.” “Who’s uncomfortable?” I snorted casually. “I mean it is your house, but we’re both guys right?” He nodded, straightening up, and I helped as he turned the lights out in the front part of the house. Following him down the back hall again, I noted that my heart was beating a little fast. Didn’t mean anything, I tried to convince myself. It was just convenient to keep warm by sharing a bed. The door directly across from the large bathroom was cracked to reveal a den of some sort, so that left the closed door at the end of the hall. “Sleeping pants in the top drawer, pick something.” He waved a dismissive hand towards the bedroom as he stopped in the bathroom. As I entered his room, I heard the shower turn on down the hall. Flicking on the lamp by what turned out to be a fairly large bed, I crossed the room to his dresser, and slid the top drawer open, feeling a little like I was intruding. As I chose the first set of pajama pants my fingers hit, abruptly I froze as something crossed my mind. Slapping my forehead with a light groan, I realized I had left my boxers to dry on the towel rack, intending to get them later. I didn’t give a shit if Eric saw them, but it did seem a little forward sleeping next to him with nothing between us but some thin cotton. Too late now, I thought, hurriedly changing Escort Maltepe as I heard the water turn off. When he came in, the light was off, and I was in bed, admittedly grateful for the warm quilt he kept across the bed. Warm and fed, weariness from the day was tugging at me, so I was half asleep when the other side of the bed shifted as he slid under the covers. “Night, Joseph,” he said quietly, and I mumbled something in reply as my eyes dropped closed. At some point in the night, I had an oddly vivid dream. I was running through the woods, mostly in the dark, and as I looked behind me, a heavy tree branch fell, pinning me down across my upper body, smaller sticks jabbing at my back. I woke with a light start, to find that the pinning branch was Eric’s arm, and the stick poking my back was in reality his very hard cock. Trying to process what the hell to do with this new information, my body decided to respond with an erection of my own. What the hell, brain, I thought as my cock tented the front of my pajama pants. When I shifted a tiny bit, trying to get loose, Eric merely tightened his grip, rubbing his cock along the groove of my ass a little and kissing my neck. As much as I hated to admit it, there wasn’t much I could do right now other than confront the burning curiosity inside me. Eric turned me on. It was a strange thing for a straight man to realize, but while that thought was occurring I was also coming up with all sorts of rationalizations for what I was thinking about doing. What I was going to do. Shifting again, this time I made sure to rub right back against his cock. He moaned in his sleep, and I kept the rest of my body limp, pretending to still be asleep while I ground my ass back on him, my own cock throbbing eagerly, though I didn’t dare touch it just yet. Quicker than I expected, Eric woke up and I stilled, settling down again. “Joseph?” “Yes Eric?” I murmured, and felt his hand slide over my hip to the tent in the front of my pants. When I didn’t shove him away or hit him like I’m sure he was expecting, it sealed the deal. He rolled me over to face him, and his mouth came down on mine in a crushing kiss. It was different, kissing another man, but God help me I was so horny I could barely stand it and in no time at all he was half on top of me, one hand cupping my ass while the other pinned my mouth to his. His tongue shot in aggressively, essentially fucking my mouth into submission before he finally pulled back. “I thought you were straight,” he said softly. “And that I was just getting hopeful when you flirted with me.” “Truthfully I have no idea what I’m doing right now,” I admitted, then rocked my hips up to stroke the sensitive underside of my cock against his through the fabric of both our pants. “Is that going to stop you from seeing how far you get?” “Hell no,” he scoffed, peeling my shirt up over my head with little difficulty and tossing it aside before returning to kissing me, this time groping over my bare torso. I did the same, letting my hands explore the unfamiliar terrain of a rock hard body rubbing against mine instead of the soft, feminine curves I was used to. My first impression of him had been spot on; this was a man with muscles formed from hard work, in incredible shape. Eric kissed down my neck, then traced the flat plane of my chest to my stomach, biting a little as he reached my hips and made me squirm. When his hands hooked under the waistband of my pants, apprehension suddenly returned, but I didn’t have time to say anything as he pulled them down and curled a large hand around my fully erect cock. “Um, Eric…” I said faintly, drawing a hissing breath as he stroked me a couple times, testing how I fit in his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before,” he replied, swirling a wonderfully slick tongue around my head. Groaning, I fell back on the bed, and I couldn’t even answer as he asked, “You want me to stop? Slow down?” My hips bucked up a little of their own accord, and he chuckled, kissing down my shaft.
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