Skipping Stones (Vignette) (Patreon)

“Damn it.”  The rock skittered across the top of the water, sinking just before reaching the other side.  “Why did I agree to this again?”  Nathan looked over at me with an embarrassed grin under his bushy beard.  He'd agreed to it because certain words had gone up in flames a few hours earlier, but I didn’t tell him that.  “Fine,” he sighed when all I did was raise an eyebrow.  I watched him fumble with the waist of his jeans.  He was barefoot, and his flannel shirt already hung open.  The yellow and orange sleeves were tight on his large arms and his bulging, developed pecs were just barely covered. The dusting of wiry hairs scattered across the solid mounds and trailed sparsely down between the unbuttoned sides of his shirt and his firm stomach.  “Are we really doing this?”  He hesitated when his pants were undone.  I could see a bright patch of red fabric as he looked around the dark woods.  We were a good distance away from the rest of the campgrounds but discovery wasn’t out of the question.  

“I already let you slide on just unbuttoning your shirt,” I said, motioning to my own bare torso.  “You were the one who insisted on continuing.  Don’t back out just ‘cause you’re losing.”  

The same grin with the same barely visible dimples.  He took a deep breath and let the pants drop.  I watched his beefy thighs shake and his rocky calves flex as he kicked his powerful, hairy legs free until only a pair of small red briefs covered his lower half.  Even in the dim light I could see the outline of a thick, short cock and large balls bulging out the front.  In the back, his large, round ass stood out far enough to form a shelf for the bottom of his open shirt to rest on.  He was used to being the center of attention, just not like this.  He shifted his weight awkwardly as I looked him up and down.  “Alright…your turn.”  

I picked up a rock and sent it skipping easily across the water until it clattered noisily on the opposite bank of the river.  The game was to make it to the other side across the widest point of the river.  Any time you didn’t, something came off.  The ever athletic, macho Nathan insisted he could do it, no problem.  With just a bit of coaxing and ego boosting it turned into the current wager.  I even fumbled the first few throws just to make him think it’d be easy.  

“Fuck!”  Nathan laughed.  “You’re cheating.  Somehow I know you’re cheating.”  He came over to where I was standing and bent to pick up a rock from my side.  I watched his ample cheeks bounce with each step and resisted the urge to reach out and grab them while he was bent over.  “Oookay,” he sighed, hefting a fresh rock.  He made a few practice motions with his arm before letting it fly.  It didn’t even go as far as the last one.  “Goddamnit!” He punched the air with his fist before burying his face in his hands.  “How am I so bad at this tonight?  I’m not even drunk!”  

“Maybe that’s the problem?”  

He rubbed at his face for a moment before pulling his hands away.  “Okay, okay, it’s not over yet,” he said, his face getting serious.  He peeled out of the shirt and let it drop next to his pants.  His broad, stocky body looked every bit as good as I’d hoped.  The bright moonlight and clinging shadows only accentuated his ample muscle.  His shoulders were broad and round before connecting with his heavily muscled arms that expanded with each movement.  The thick forearms were a perfect match to the wide, rough palms and stubby fingers.  His eye catching pecs formed a rounded slab of muscle that sat on top of his tapering waist.  He didn’t have a six pack, but his stomach was firm, with an arch to his back that only further accentuated his sizeable cheeks.  His bushy beard and head of thick, brown hair gave the mistaken impression that he’d be hairy.  Instead, his tanned skin was only lightly dusted.  He shivered in the cool, fall air and rubbed his bare arms for warmth.  

I watched him shivering with a raised eyebrow.  “So if I don’t make it, do you want me to take something off or do you want to put something back on?”  

“Ha!  I don’t need your pity.”  He laughed.  “I’m not gonna be the only one freezing out here.”  

I sent the rock to join the others on the far shore.  “Hey, just trying to be helpful.”  

Nathan’s frustration was apparent.  “I bet you were.”  Before I could give him the option of quitting, not that he actually could, I just thought it would be fun to watch him try, he was on the hunt for another rock.  This time I watched his broad back as he rooted around for the perfect stone.  I didn’t mind the view during his prolonged search.  “Good as it’s gonna get, I think,” he said, hefting it in his rough hand.  His handsome features fell into a mask of concentration.  The thick lips that were so quick to smile were set in a grim line as his arm whiplashed towards the water.  The rock sailed in a perfect trajectory, skipping seamlessly across the glassy surface until dipping below the surface just before the shore.  Nathan inhaled sharply and glared at the fading ripples left by the stone.  

I reached over and snapped the waistband of his briefs.  “You either really need to learn when to quit, or you really just like being naked.”  

He laughed, more confused than amused.  Nathan wasn’t bashful or overly shy.  He wasn’t hesitating out of modesty.  He was hesitating because he didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling towards a man he’d just met earlier that day.  Towards any other male, actually.  This was the kind of game he’d play with a girl he was trying to impress into bed, not a strange man.  “Just remember it’s cold out here,” he said, nodding down towards his stuffed bulge before he pulled the briefs off and stood naked in the moonlight.  The thick, squat rod and low hanging balls matched the rest of his stocky build.  “Well, drink it in,” he laughed, raising his beefy arms and turning in a circle.  

“Not bad.”  My casual tone belied my overwhelming urge to get my hands on Nathan’s buff frame.  

“Not bad!  Not bad, he says.”  Nathan smiled arrogantly and flexed an arm, the bulging muscles expanding noticeably in the moonlight.  “That’s all this gets?”  He smiled again, a glazed look falling over his eyes.  “That’s right, I saw you staring earlier.  This is more your thing, right?”  He turned around and flexed his bouncing globes.  

“Now THAT’s impressive,” I conceded, reaching a hand towards one of the meaty spheres.  

He turned away before I could reach him.  “Alright, that last one was close.  Double or nothing!”  

“Really?  You just failed miserably and you STILL wanna keep going?  Okay, what’re your stakes?”  

“I make it across and you’re mine for the rest of the trip.  You do whatever I say.”  This time he looked me up and down like I’d been looking at him.  

“Anything?  Just so I understand…”

He gave a cocky grin.  “I mean, nothing that’s gonna hurt you…permanently…” he didn’t seem aware that his cock twitched noticeably in the moonlight.  

“And if you don’t make it, then you’re mine?”  

“To do with as you please,” he said, his grin never wavering.  If only he knew.  

I pretended to think about it.  “Okay, deal.”  

Nathan took a step back and rolled his shoulders, swinging his buff arms to loosen up.  He grabbed a rock, took a hop-step, his exposed package bouncing wildly, and let it fly.  It skipped violently towards the other side with enough momentum to carry it well onto the opposite bank,   until it hit an unseen rock in the darkness and broke into pieces.  “WHAT?!  Oh come on!  Where the hell did that rock come from?!”  He laughed defeatedly into his hands.  “Okay, okay, that was interference!  That shouldn’t count towards…”

“Sorry, we agreed on one more throw.”  I came up from behind and wrapped my arms around his broad torso.  His bare skin was cool to the touch and I felt him tense in my grip, but he didn’t pull away.  “A deal’s a deal.”  

“Yeah, but I’m not…I mean, guys aren’t my thiiiiiii….” He gasped when my hand drifted down and wrapped around his wide, already hard rod.  

“You just got naked in the woods with a guy.  And this kinda feels like they are.”  

I felt his meaty chest heave with deep breaths.  I knew he was used to being the one in control in these situations.  Not any more.  “Fuck it, it’s a party,” he finally sighed.  “And a deal’s a deal.”  He turned in my arms to face me, pressing his solid cock into my waist.  I stood nearly a head taller than him and his beard was prickly against my chest as he looked up.  “I’ve never done this before, so I can’t promise anything.”  

I reached down and took his plump cheeks in both hands and planted a long, deep kiss which he returned just as eagerly.  I felt him squirm after a few minutes as his hands, tentative at first, began hungrily exploring my body.  “Wow,” his breath was heavy when we broke off, “that was…wow.”  

“Come on, it’s cold out here.  I rented one of the cabins nearby.”  Before he could say anything I grabbed his rigid pole and led him along behind me.  He scampered, looking around for anyone else that might see him.  It was only a short walk from the river to my cabin, though “cabin” may have been an exaggeration.  It was a bare, single room with a window and a wood-fired stove.  There was an outhouse nearby and the only running water was attached to a spickett on the back.  There was a single outlet inside, but no lights or other electric devices.  I hadn’t picked this cabin for amenities, I’d picked it due to it’s distance and seclusion from the main campgrounds.  I turned on a battery-powered lantern and watched Nathan’s naked skin break out in goosebumps when we stepped inside.  I threw some wood in the stove and got it going while he shivered.  “Cold?”  

“Little bit, yeah,” he chattered.  

I pulled him down to the nest of blankets on the floor and threw one around us so we could pick up where we left off.  This time he leaned in first and buried his tongue in my mouth.  I felt his lips hum when my hand slipped between his meaty thighs and began kneading his balls.  After a few minutes of frustrated grunts he pulled away.  With an intense look he pushed me down and straddled my prone frame, working his mouth down my bare chest and stomach.  When he reached my pants he practically tore them open and pulled them off before pressing our naked bodies together.  For someone who’d never done this before he was positively eager to bury his scruffy beard between my legs and swallow as much of my longer, thinner rod as he could.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that his competitive nature actually enhanced the forces at play.  Instead of fighting against them, his natural instinct was to do whatever he was told better than anyone.  He’d taken to it quickly, his full, fumbling lips going from awkward to incredible in a brief span.  I had to physically force his head from my lap to get him to stop.  

“How’m I doin’?” he panted with that broad grin, knowing full well he was doing a good job.  

“Not bad for a first time,” I said casually.  “But someone needs to toss another log on.”  

“Again with the ‘not bad’,” he laughed, climbing off me and tending to the fire.  I sat up, and when he turned back around it was my turn to swallow his stout pole.  He groaned loudly as my hands traveled up and down his thighs before settling on those inviting cheeks of his.  He moaned and pumped his hips, too wrapped up in what he was experiencing to notice where my fingers were going until it was too late.  “Whooaa,” he gasped, his eyes going wide.  I felt his whole body tense as my fingers fought against his tight, virgin hole.  “I’m not sure I…that’s a little more than I’m reaaaaaah!” he broke off and went on his toes when I found his sweet spot.  He shifted his weight and squirmed involuntarily, gasping over and over.  “Wha…what was that?!”  

“A deal’s a deal, remember?”  I pulled my lips away and looked up at his shocked face.  He clearly liked what he felt, but this was a big line to cross.  Instead of saying anything else I let my fingers do the talking, eliciting another loud gasping moan.  When I was sure he’d agree I pulled the fingers free and let him drop to his knees.  

“What do I…?”  he asked with a shaky voice.  

“Just relax.”  I positioned myself behind his trembling frame and rubbed his stomach.  “Nothing that’ll hurt permanently, remember?”  

Nathan grunted and pushed back against me as I worked my way in slowly.  He gasped occasionally and I could see him wince as I started pumping.  Quickly, though, his wincing expression softened into one of pure pleasure.  The grunts became less painful and more aroused until he was whimpering almost constantly.  His huge, meaty cheeks bounced wildly as they slapped against my stomach and his untouched cock was oozing like a faucet.  “Ohhh….oh fuck…fuuuuuck…” he groaned.  Like before, he took to it quickly, going from a stationary object to a squirming, rhythmic fuck machine.  I knew the masculine stud had been in my position plenty of times with women, but I’d bet he never dreamed he’d find his own plentiful ass getting a going over.  He also never dreamed that he’d like it so much. The feeling was more intense than anything he’d experienced to that point.  Even when he felt himself spraying all over the cabin floor he kept writhing in time, not wanting it to end.  When I finally came he was determined to keep me inside him for as long as he could, looking almost disappointed when I pulled my softening cock free.  We collapsed in a heap and he just looked at me with wide, sparkling eyes.  There’d be no going back for him.