LOST IN THE WOODS
By
PHURYPHYLE

The tree looked far too familiar as I walked up on it, the right height, the same pattern of moss, and a completely ordinary tree. I was already cursing as I looked at the base of the tree and saw the embossed imprint of my own ass from when I'd sat there 5 hours before. The facts were in, the conclusion inescapable; I'd been walking in circles for half a day. I was hopelessly lost.

It'd looked good on paper, a get back to nature week in the wilderness to get my head together before the new chairman arrived to make my life miserable. I'd planned it all so carefully from my office at the institute. I'd ordered all the latest gadgets, the institute CEO was very accommodating, and it’d be a walk in the park. I chartered a floatplane to drop me off, and figured I'd take a week to leisurely camp out and hike back to a state park to be picked up.

The first night everything was fine, I'd checked in with the park service on my laptop, and my satellite navigator said I was right where I should be. The next morning I broke camp and started on my way, and about midmorning the navigator went dead. I wasn't worried, my map showed the stream I was following emptying into a lake about a half day's hike out of my way, I was sure there would be people there.

Then the stream just stopped. Two hours later I was lost. That was eight days ago.

I took up my seat at the base of the tree and tried my cell phone again, still no service. The navigator just whistled mindlessly at me when I tried to use it. My compass apparently was next to useless, because I'd been using it all morning and still I'd ended back at this damned tree. I was tired and worried, and I'd been running on adrenaline for the last two days with no sleep. It all caught up to me there and I took off my pack propped it under my head, and closed my eyes just to nap for a moment.

I opened my eyes and it was pitch black, I checked my watch and it was after 10 at night. It was chilly and the night air was seeping into my clothes. I cursed my own stupidity and started to get up when I thought I glimpsed a notion of light of to my right. I looked at it long enough that my eyes adjusted and I was sure that there was some kind of light coming from that direction. I thought I could smell smoke on the air too. I pulled a chemical glow rod from a side pocket of my pants and snapped and shook it alight, pulled the pack up onto my shoulders, got to my feet and started to march towards the phantasmal glow. It was a little eerie walking through the woods with the chemical torch giving everything a ghostly green glow.

Soon I was getting nearer the point source of the light and it began to overcome the glow of my rod. I could see it was coming from a clearing just ahead. I crouched at the edge of the clearing and could see a brisk fire was blazing under a large cook pot in front of a squat little cabin. If not for the fire I was sure I could have walked right by the clearing without noticing it, hell with the way my last eight days had gone I probably had.

Motion at the cabin caught my eye and I stopped breathing for a moment when I saw a naked form walk from the door of the cabin and up to the fire. In the glow of the fire I could see a bearded man about thirty or forty, about 6 feet tall with a stocky build. He was covered head to foot in a light downy covering of dark blond and gray body hair. He stretched languidly in front of the fire and unselfconsciously scratched himself under his balls; his very generous length of cock flopping over the back of his wrist arrested my attention for a moment. I didn't notice for a long stretch of time that he was staring right at me.

" You gonna stay there all night or come over near the fire and introduce yourself?" He asked in a low gravelly voice and I could feel myself blushing from head to foot in embarrassment. I got to my feet and approached the fire while he stuck a hand in the kettle and sighed. "Ah, just right." He pulled the kettle off the flames and set it next to a stump beside the fire. He stood there and watched me approach, seemingly completely unconcerned about his nudity. I put out my hand and had it engulfed by his in a bone crusher handshake. I gave as good as I got and I saw his right eyebrow raise appreciatively.

" Terry Carlisle, sorry for intruding but I seem to be a little lost." I said, still matching the grip of his handshake. He chuckled, then released my hand.

" You can call me Mack, you caught me just in time for my bath, got the water just right, I'd hate to waste it." He dropped a large sponge that had been sitting on the stump into the kettle, then pulled it steaming and dripping from the water and squeezed it over his head. He roared as the hot water hit his skin, but drowned the sponge three more times and repeated the move. With the fourth immersion, he began scrubbing his chest and under his armpits, while I just looked on appreciatively without trying to look like I was. He didn't seem to care as he continued scrubbing. The hair on his body was plastered wet against his skin, and I could see the hot water evaporating in the glow of the fire. He watched me watching him and grinned, drowned the sponge once more and handed it to me.

" Get my back for me would you." He said simply then turned to face the fire. I dropped my pack and took the dripping sponge, and walked up behind him. As the sponge touched his back I could see his muscles quiver. I stood transfixed as the water followed the tracks of hair on his shoulder blades and turned into a cascade running down his spine to the small of his back, to disappear down the crack of his ass. I gathered myself and began making small circular motions with the sponge, he leaned into me and I had to scrub harder to keep us both upright. When I'd squeezed the last of the liquid from the sponge he motioned for it, dunked it again and handed it back to me. Before I could begin scrubbing, he bent over and grabbed his knees and pushed his ass back at me. I obliged and squeezed the sponge into the hairy crack, then began scrubbing his ass hard as he moaned with pleasure. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I reached under and scrubbed the base of his balls and he leaned back harder into me to give me better access.

Then abruptly he stood and turned towards me. I couldn't help but notice that his cock was standing hard and proud. He jerked his chin towards the kettle.

" The water won't stay hot forever, if you're gonna clean up you should strip out of those clothes and do it now." He said it so matter-of-factly that I was half stripped before I thought about what I was doing. I had my pants down around my ankles and sat on the stump to take off my boots. I'd just kicked them and my pants off when he squeezed the steaming sponge over my head and the near-scalding water deluged me. I jumped to my feet like someone had kicked me and slammed into his solid chest. I felt his hard dick press up under my balls and I must have turned three shades of scarlet. He continued as if nothing had happened, and handed me a second sponge and some soap. We lost ourselves in the mechanics of washing each other, and soon I lost all self-consciousness. He was scrubbing my back with long hard strokes, and I had my eyes closed with pleasure, when I felt him step up closer behind me and wrap his arms around me.

His dick pressed up between the cheeks of my ass and I felt his beard press against my neck as he tenderly licked me behind my left ear. All the blood flowed from my head and into my dick and I thought my knees couldn't hold me anymore. His tender touch was electric and the jolt nearly did me in. He held me trapped in his steel hard embrace; I could feel the hard nubs of his tits like red-hot pokers poking through the luxurious wet coat of hair on his chest against my back. He was a little shorter than me, so he had to stretch to hit just the right spot on the back of my neck, but that was what he did as he tenderly nibbled just below the hairline on my neck..

Still without saying a word I turned in his embrace and our mouths found one another, we kissed tentatively at first, then he opened his mouth to mine and our tongues touched and wrapped around each other. His mouth tasted of mint and his beard smelled faintly of the soap we'd been using.

His dick pressed insistently up under my balls and I could feel my own cock, trapped, hard pressed between our groins leaking a slimy trail of pre-cum across his hard bulge of belly.

He left my mouth for a moment and nibbled down my chin and neck to my chest. I'm not as hairy as he was, but I have a nice patch on my chest and he nibbled his way through my dark black hair until he caught one of my tits in his mouth. I gasped huge droughts of air as he nibbled and playfully chewed.

I clawed at his back as he chewed until my hands found the tight perfect globes of his ass and I squeezed for all I worth. He was gyrating his pelvis into mine as he switched to the other tit and it felt so good I was seeing stars. I began to play with his ass a little more seriously and soon I had two of my fingers buried up his ass past the second knuckle. He was grunting and moaning and I was finding it hard to breathe as the waves of pleasure he was generating with my tits swept over me time and again. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and pulled his face back up to mine. I ground our mouths together, and tried my best to climb inside him tongue first. I had his hard dick in my hand and I swear its heat was nearly uncomfortable.

We were soaking wet, the night was turning bitter cold and the fire was dying, but our two bodies were generating enough heat that we didn't notice. He pulled his head away from me, kicked the pan of water over onto the fire, then grabbed my clothes, my pack and led me back into his cabin.

He closed and latched the door as I looked around the small and comfortable interior. There was a small fire burning in the stone fireplace, and a comfortable bed pulled up beside it. He dropped my stuff onto a shelf away from the fire and grabbed a large towel from a hook on the door. He wrapped it around us, then bent to stoke up the fire, his ass pressed into my groin as I dried his back. My cock was rock hard; the feel of the coarse hairs of his ass riding under the base of its head was electrifying. I moaned a little and he looked back over his shoulder with an evil smile. With a practiced move, he backed suddenly into me and in one fell swoop, my cock was buried to the hilt in his ass.

His ass was like molten steel as it clamped around me, and my knees trembled and my vision tunneled out at the waves of pure unadulterated pleasure that radiated out of my dick. He groaned a little and held perfectly still as his ass accommodated itself to me. My lizard brain had different ideas though and I could feel unintentional tremors starting at the base of my spine as I began to jack rabbit in and out of his ass.

" Oh God yes you son-of-a-bitch, fuck me! Ride me hard!" He groaned, and pushed against the hearth of the fireplace, pushing just a little more of me into him. I was glad to oblige and I began to pummel his ass for all I was worth. In no time at all I was covered with sweat and the interior heat of that little cabin felt akin to the inside of a smelter.

" Oh Jeez your ass feels so damned hot!" I slowed my pace a little, the jack rabbit thrusts turning into long slow screws with a hard thrust at the end of each so that I could feel his low hanging balls slap against mine each time. In the light of the fire his back looked like a sculpted bronze god's, the glow of the flames creating a nimbus in the profuse hair on his back. I was awful close in too little time with this and he could sense it.

On one out thrust he pulled away and my tortured dick popped all the way out of his ass. He turned with the quickness of a rattlesnake, grabbed me low about the waste and pile drove me back onto the bed with one powerful move. My legs were wrapped around his waste and my arms were trapped under me. He buried his face into the fur between my tits and growled that it was his turn! His hard cock pressed tortuously into my balls and he ground his hairy belly into mine. I probably could have pulled my arms out from under me, but the feeling of having this man dominate me was too delicious and I just rode the waves of sensation as they came, and I didn't have long to wait. He licked his way down my body, I could feel his hot breath on my cock, then he nibbled under its head, then down its shaft until he hit my tight balls-sack. He chowed down there, to the brink of true pain, but never crossing over.

I've never considered myself much of a bottom, but as he worked on my balls I looked in wonder as my feet lifted towards the ceiling as if my legs were attached to a garage door opener, until my ass was bared and accessible to whatever evil intentions he had towards it. And intentions he had…aplenty!

He licked around my anus for a moment, the globes of my ass supported in the steel hard grip of his huge hands, the heels of my feet riding on the comfortable rest of his furry shoulders. His tongue pierced me over and over again and I could feel my well spit lubricated ass relaxing to his ministrations as the pleasure rolled over me. I was so lost in my own little world that I almost missed it when he stopped with the mouth action and moved his dick towards my ass. I caught one sight of it in the dying glow of the fire and felt a second's hesitation when I saw the shear size of him at full hard.

I was too lost in the moment to complain, I felt the huge head knocking at the door of my anus, but my Lizard brain was active again, and had squeezed the door hard shut. He wasn't to be denied though, he reached up with both hands followed the lines of my stomach until his seeking fingers found my tits. He grabbed each and twisted them so abruptly and savagely that I involuntarily gasped. At that instant he drove forward and the sphincter opened wide to accommodate him. I braced myself for the pain, but it wasn't to come. He was gentle and gave me time to get used to him as he slowly impaled me.

The brief discomfort was replaced with a sensation of fullness, which was soon replaced with such a hot and powerful lust that I felt almost animal like as I drove my ass backwards into his thrusts. I pulled my arms out from under me and grabbed the hair around his tits and pulled him down onto me, I wanted to feel his body on top of me as he rode the hell out of my

ass. He let me have my way for a bit, then he clamped down control, grabbing my wrists with one huge hand and holding them above my head. He had me folded nearly double, as he pounded into and out of my ass with no real rhythm, fast for a few minutes, the glacially slow, bringing his head nearly all the way out, then ever so slowly all the way back in, until I could feel his hard ball-sack press into my tender ass.

I was straining to get any part of him I could reach into my mouth; I wanted to swallow him whole. The Lizard had taken complete control now. I was pounding my head back into the soft cushion of the mattress moaning continually.

" Fuck me Mack, oh sweet motherfuck, fuck, fuck… Pound my butt, fuck me oh yes!" Not exactly poetry, but all rational thought had fled as I concentrated every iota of my being on what was happening below my waistline. Mack began to increase the tempo; he used his other hand to

bring both my arms down along my sides, still firmly in his control.

The speed of his fucking, and the feeling of being completely under this man's control, along with the earlier fucking I'd done was too much for me. I felt my orgasm bubbling up from the base of balls and suddenly just as I reached the point to no return, I could feel Mack reach the same conclusion. With one last thrust he pulled out and shoved his cock up beside mine, and without either of us touching our dicks, they blew in unison. Mack brought my legs down, then slid on top of me and we dry humped with our mouths locked together, our arms straight out from our sides and our fingers intertwined. Our cum pooled between us and it seemed like we came forever.

Finally, Mack grabbed the towel, tenderly cleaned us up, threw one last log on the nearly dead fire, then wrapped us together in an old quilt. He held me as our hearts began to slow and our breathing returned to normal. We talked about my being lost, and my work, but he wouldn't say anything about himself. I fell asleep with my face buried in the hair between his pecs.

The sun woke me up, it took me a minute to figure where I was, the bed was cold, the fire was a smoldering ruin, I was covered in my own sleeping bag, the quilt was gone, and so was Mack. I still had some dry cum on my chest, and I could tell from how sore my ass was that I hadn't dreamed the previous night. In daylight the cabin looked pretty ramshackle, the walls were bare and the door hung crookedly from one hinge, not quite the cozy love-nest I'd imagined in the dark. I cleaned up as best I could using handy-wipes from my pack. After I'd dressed I noticed a scrap of paper on the door.

Mack had left me a note.

Terry,

There's a trail easy to follow directly behind the stump, it'll take you about an hour to hike to the State Park.

Last night was the greatest night of my life.

Mack

No explanations, I felt horrible, cliché though it may be, I think I could have fallen in love with him, even though we'd spent only a few hours together. I waited around the cabin for another hour, but he didn't come back. I wrote my name, address and phone numbers on the back of the paper, then followed the trail and soon I was in the park. There were picnickers and campers, cars and phones. I ached in every inch of my body, my ass felt like I'd been ridden hard and put away wet. A humpy park Ranger found me sitting in front of his office then did a double take.

" Hey, you're Terry Carlisle, we've been looking for you!" He led me into his house, and let me use his shower as he called in and alerted the searchers that I'd rescued myself. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom making small talk as I dried off, and I could tell that he appreciated what he saw. He was about my height, and had a dark black beard and startling green eyes. I walked up to him and grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him thoroughly.

He struggled for a minute, then melted into the kiss. I stripped him naked in a matter of seconds, his dick was long and supple, not steel hard, and I blew him like there was no tomorrow. He was demonstrative, very attractive and we both enjoyed the sex, but as my floatplane lifted off from the Park's Lake that evening, I could tell we were both relieved I didn't spend the night.

Before too long I was back in my office at the institute, the whole night with Mack had taken on a surreal quality. My work had piled up while I was gone, but it was the effort of an afternoon to get everything caught up. I was sitting back in my chair; day dreaming about the glow of fire on back fur, when my secretary rang me that the new institute chairman wanted to see me in his office. I'd been dreading this moment since before I'd gone on vacation. He was a new appointee from some government agency that the institute owed a favor to. I knew nothing about him.

I knocked on the door, and a high pitched voice told me to come in. A mousy little guy in an immaculate suit was standing in the middle of the huge office. He looked like he wanted to take my head off as I entered and offered him my hand. He looked me up and down like I was something he'd scraped off his shoe, then ignored my outstretched hand and flounced out of

the office without another word.

I stood there dumbfounded, and watched him leave.

I was halfway to the door when I heard sounds of a sink running in the attached washroom, now I was thoroughly confused. I walked up to the door of the washroom just as it opened and a huge man walked out with a towel obscuring his features as he dried his face. We ran right into each other.

As our torso's touched I felt a thrill of electricity shoot through me as my body identified the man before my brain had a chance.

" What the hell Beachum…" He growled, then the same electricity hit his forebrain and he laughed. " Terry, we have simply got to stop meeting like this!" The towel dropped and I found myself drowning in the same Grey-green eyes, the same blond and Grey beard and our mouths locked together. He hugged me tightly once we broke the kiss. I inhaled him, he still tasted of mint, but now he was wearing cologne that sent impulses straight to the base of my gonads. He was wearing a tailored suit that hugged his huge body like a glove and he looked damned good in wool!

I was thoroughly confused.

" How?" Was all I could work out as I drank him in. He shrugged then perched on the corner of his huge granite desk.

" What was I supposed to do, I take over here and the first thing I hear is that my CEO has run off and is lost in the woods somewhere. I went to get you to give you your walking papers, then I meet you, get completely turned around, then come back here and do a little checking around…"

I was stunned.

" CEO? Since when?" I asked, completely out of my depth.

He stopped, then snapped his fingers. He walked around his desk and showed me a memo.

" Have you seen this before?" I'd never seen it and told him so, it was a memo notifying me that I was to be promoted to CEO to assist the new Institute Chairman, Jason Mackenzie, and I was to look for assistance from the interim CEO Harold Beachum…

" I smell a rat! Was that Beachum who just flounced outta here? " Mack nodded. I was completely steamed.

" He signed off on all my gear for my hike, I was pissed 'cause I'd been passed over when old man Gunderson retired. I'd never met him, but my request for time off was routed through his office. No wonder my stuff croaked out, I don't think he wanted me to make it back."

Mack was drinking me in with his direct gaze, I felt transparent. He was nodding.

" He had me believing you had a bug up your butt about me. Before I left to kick your ass back here I'd all but promised him your job. After we'd met I could see you didn't know me from Adam, and two and two didn't add up. I just let him know his services were no longer needed before I called you in." He grabbed me to him but I pushed him away.

"I'm pissed at you, why'd you leave like that!" I sounded shrill and hated myself for it, but I had to know. I wasn't going to get an answer; he pulled me to him, his arms felt like braided steel.

"At the time I thought it was best, now are you gonna go on being pissed at me or are we gonna do something about this raging hard-on I have for you?" He was holding me close enough that I could feel through the thin material of our suit pants that this was no idle boast. I was still pissed though.

I growled low in my throat and broke his hold, twisted him around, and pulled his arm back in a submission hold. My crotch was grinding into his thigh and I had his gorgeous face pressed down onto his desk blotter. He grunted in discomfort and arousal, not quite in pain as I leaned into the hold and took his left ear and bit lightly. Then I eased up on the hold and kissed him on the back of the neck.

" Still a little pissed, but I think we'll work something out." I ground his crotch into the edge of the desk and he grunted, but I could see his eyes were sparkling and he had a big grin on his face.

It was the beginning of a glorious partnership.