Taken Hard In The Woods

A two-week mountain hike becomes a two-way male lovefest when the weather conspires to trap a couple of healthy, horny guys in a tent. It gets more complicated when two locals, wearing bib overalls and nothing else, wander into camp, leading to hot, heavy and fast gay four-way. Back in town and showered, the guys yearn for some female companionship to re-establish their hetero cred. Enter Ricki, a part-timer who specializes in welcoming horny hikers back from the wilds.

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We were in the middle of nowhere. It was warm, late summer, and putting our clothes back on didn't make any sense. After we made lunch and I had looked at Dave's thing for like the five hundredth time, I got urges. It was something about being outdoors and nude. "Ever do a tree?"

"I've been horny enough, but never figured out how."

"Trees are really sexual, don't you think?" I said. "Always hard, pointy on top, lush and flowing in the wind."

"You are horny."

"C'mon," I said, and he followed me into the surrounding forest. My thing was hard and, surprise, surprise, so was Dave's. I was looking for a birch tree.

Stepping through the woods, both of us nude, our things bobbing, we picked our way around big rocks and fallen branches. "This is so primordial," I said as we rock-hopped across a small stream. What I meant was wandering nude, deep in a national forest, no clothes to put on in the unlikely event we encountered anyone.

As we stepped across a stream and scrambled up a small bank, I couldn't get my eyes off Dave's muscular legs, the way his butt muscles flexed as he pushed up the bank, his fat things swinging between his legs, his manhood bouncing. At the top of the bank was a small clearing with several birch trees at one end.

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