Blue Blazes, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Paul took a small swig from his water bottle before wiping the sweat from his brow.  The light dusting of copper hair on his bare chest was slick and glistening, the beads of water accentuating the definition on his athletic torso.  He looked around at the picturesque forest surrounding them, the rocky foothills buzzing with all manner of birds, insects, and small mammals in the fading, late afternoon sun.  The mid-summer foliage was thick and dense, more so than it would have been had they stuck to the main trail.  But Corey had other plans.  His sandy-haired friend had insisted on taking an offshoot, claiming that it had the best views and the best shelter on the entire mountain.  It was also a shortcut, Corey said, which would give them an extra day in town when they reached their waypoint.  And after nearly a week of hiking, both young men were ready for electricity, modern plumbing, and food they didn’t have to cook themselves over a fire.  “And you’re sure we can’t get in trouble for hiking a closed trail,” Paul asked again, wiping the sweat from his palms on his small nylon hiking shorts.

“I mean, if someone caught us, maybe,” Corey shrugged, the large pack shifting on his broad, bare back in the process.  “But we haven’t seen anyone all day, and no one was around when we branched off, so chill.  Worst we’d get is a ticket, anyway.  Trust me…when you see this shelter it’ll be worth it.”

“If it’s still even there,” Paul countered.  “Might be why they closed the trail.”

“Maybe.  And if it’s not, we’ll camp just like we’ve been doing.  But if it is,” Corey whistled, his thick arm flexing when he ran a hand through his sweaty mop, “just you wait.  It’s got a well connected to a spring, so there’s a basin where we can wash these nasty clothes instead of fucking with that wash bag, plus water we can drink.  And we won’t have to sleep in that muggy-ass tent, either.  Aaaaaand…the best part is the shower, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“Shower would be nice,” Paul nodded.  “The tent’s getting a little…ripe.”

“Better yet, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves, too.  Back in the day it used to be popping since it was one of the few shelters that had anything like it, but now…she’s all ours,” Corey grinned.  The stocky blonde reached over and gave his leaner friend a swat on the rear, winking.  “It can be our honeymoon suite.”

“Bro, I’m gonna need more than five days before I get that desperate,” the copper-haired man laughed, despite feeling a minor thrill shoot through him.  He and Corey both largely identified as straight, but being virile, athletic young men in their mid-twenties, sometimes things just happened.  They’d grown up sharing locker rooms during their youth, only to now share a small tent together for weeks on end during the summers.  And after so much time spent in the wilderness, taxing their bodies and exposing their flesh to both nature and each other, boundaries tended to blur.  Historically this manifested in some awkward, mutual jerk sessions, along with the occasional blowjob, but usually it took until the second or third week before they were worked up enough to get past the ingrained social stigma.  This time, though, Corey had been hinting at it almost from the outset.

“You say that now,” the blonde chided.  “Let’s see how you feel when we’re freshly showered and sitting around a fire in our own private shelter.”

“Do we know why they closed it,” Paul asked, changing the subject.  “Seems like a weird choice if it was so popular.”

Corey shook his head.  “No clue.  They’re always doing ‘forest restoration’ or whatever out here, though.  Probably something like that.  I mean, there were a bunch of stories about people going missing and devil-worshiping cults and stuff, but you know how it goes.”  He took several more steps before noticing that Paul had frozen in his tracks, arms folded across his trim stomach.  Corey stopped and gave the other man a serious look, followed by a prolonged moment of silence that was broken when the burly blonde couldn’t hold back a grin any longer.

“You are suck a dick,” the leaner man sighed, rolling his eyes as he began walking again.

“Not my fault if you keep falling for shit like that.  Starting to feel like low hanging fruit, honestly.”  Corey stopped at the top of a small incline and waited for his friend to catch up, making a sweeping gesture with a thick arm when Paul arrived.  “Perfect timing, though.  There she is,” he said, sounding triumphant.

Paul didn’t want to seem too impressed and give his friend the satisfaction, but Corey’s excitement hadn’t been misplaced.  Even in its slightly overgrown state, the small structure was by far the most unique trail shelter he’d ever seen.  It was built into the side of the rocky foothills, with a slanted roof and worn, weathered walls jutting out from the stone to form the main interior.  A broad stream flowed down the rocks above it, splitting off in either direction when it reached the shelter roof, before joining with the creek they’d been following.  The flowing water formed a small river as it wound off into the forest, providing a perfect swimming hole as well as serving to create a natural barrier for the small clearing that housed the modest hut.  A large fire pit sat a short distance from the front of the building, surrounded by a cluster of stumps and logs that had been fashioned into stools and benches, and an old-fashioned pump sat next to a metal pipe a few yards off in the other direction.  It was exactly the kind of shelter that would have been crawling with people had it been anywhere else, but as Corey promised it appeared that they had the whole place to themselves.  “Okay, I’ll admit…this is cool,” Paul said as they made their way down to the building.  A quick inspection didn’t show any fresh tracks or other signs that would suggest recent habitation by people, which was both comforting and a little intimidating.  During the summer on the main trail there were regular interactions with other people, especially at shared gathering spaces, and it occurred to Paul just how isolated they really were.

“Dude…I know, right,” Corey beamed, motioning for his friend to follow him around the side of the building.  “And as promised…here’s your shower.”

Paul had been expecting a rusty pipe at most, not a broad platform built under a waterfall.  Where the stream flowed lazily down the rocks on the other side of the shelter, on this one it hurtled off a cliff roughly ten feet above, creating a perfect, natural shower.  A wooden wall had been built to provide at least a modicum of privacy from the main grounds of the shelter, but the platform itself was big enough to house several people at a time.  The water would be brisk, though given the heat and humidity they’d been hiking through for the past several days Paul was already looking forward to it.  “Bet this gets interesting when it’s busy,” the brunette laughed, glad that he didn’t have to navigate public bathing with anyone other than his friend.

“Depends on how fun the crowd is,” Corey winked.  They headed into the shelter and shucked their packs on two of the raised wooden platforms that served as bed frames.  There were eight in total, occupying two-thirds of the interior, while the last chunk was reserved for a small table and countertop with the basin that Corey promised.  A smaller version of the pump they’d seen outside sat on the ground next to it, and after a few dirty, gurgling cranks the shirtless blonde let out a victorious shout as clear, ice-cold spring water came sputtering forth.  “Fuck yes!  We’ve still got water,” he said, pumping his fist.  When Paul didn’t immediately respond he turned to find his friend leaning towards one of the wooden walls, squinting.  “What?  Don’t tell me it’s covered in bugs or something.”

The other man shook his head.  “No…looks like weird carvings.  I don’t know what they are, but they’re everywhere.  Like, all over,” he said, pointing out the intricate, geometric engravings when Corey trotted over.  They formed an interconnected lattice that covered the interior, a web of sharp angles that made their vision blur if they tried to take in too much at once.

“Damn…that’s cool,” Corey said, tracing a finger along one of the lines.

Paul raised an eyebrow.  “Is it though?  Kinda gives me the creeps.  Whoever did this took some time.”

“Bro…how many people do we see whittling and carving and talking about their crafts out here?  You honestly think it’s weird that one of those people would take it upon themselves to decorate a shelter?  It’s just farts and crafts bullshit,” Corey laughed.  Before his friend could say anything else he changed the subject by abruptly shucking his shorts and briefs and strolling naked over to the basin.  He threw the discarded clothes inside before rummaging first through his pack, then Paul’s, and tossing in another pungent wad.  “Come on…throw your shit in here and let’s go clean up while it soaks,” he said, his meaty bubble and sturdy thighs flexing as he bent and started cranking the pump again.

Impressed as ever by his friend’s uninhibited nature, Paul sighed and shucked his own shorts and briefs, looking significantly more awkward as his lengthy cock and heavy balls swayed while he scampered over to the sink.  Even though he was relatively convinced of their solitude, he felt an embarrassed rush at the thought of being naked in a public space.  The two of them saw each other’s bare bodies all the time on the trail, but that was always when they were in their own campsite, not a potentially communal gathering spot.

And there was the issue of the growing sexual tension between them.  While Paul had jokingly said he wasn’t desperate enough, he found his eyes lingering on Corey’s broad, tanned back, watching the ample muscle flex with each pump.  He knew their friends made jokes about the two of them hooking up on the trail, but he also knew much of that humor was rooted in jealousy, and that there were plenty of people who’d love to be alone in the woods with a pair of athletic hunks like themselves.  The lean brunette wasn’t overly vain, but he knew his tapering, defined body and girthy package were worthy of envy, as were his sharp, stubble-covered features.  The same went for Corey, whose brawnier build and cute, boyish face garnered plenty of attention while the buff blonde was clothed, let alone when his plump cheeks and fat, wide cock were on display for all to see.  And as he stared at the other man’s ample bottom with increasing desire, the fluttering that erupted in his stomach told Paul he might be more desperate than he thought.

He pulled his eyes away and went to gather their showering supplies just as Corey finished adding the detergent and giving the clothes a few vigorous swirls.  “So, uh, how cold is this about to be,” Paul asked as they scampered outside, nervously wanting to fill the silence.

“It’s like the river,” Corey said, the water splashing off his broad shoulders as he took a deep breath and stepped under the tumbling falls.  He closed his eyes and raised his face upwards, turning towards Paul and giving his friend a perfect view of his glistening torso as the cascading liquid sparkled across his plentiful muscle in the late-afternoon sun.  “Why?  You worried about things shrink…nope, guess not,” Corey laughed when he opened his eyes and saw his friend’s rigid cock pointing in his direction.

Paul’s face went red when he looked down and made the discovery at the same time.  He’d been staring at the other man so intently he hadn’t even noticed.  “Well…shit,” he said, stepping awkwardly under the water to hide the shiver that ran through him.  “That came out of nowhere,” he sighed.

“See?  What’d I tell you? Honey.  Moon.  Suite,” Corey chuckled, loving the way Paul squirmed under his lingering gaze.  He knew his friend wanted him to look away, but the stocky blonde was enjoying the view of the other man just as much as Paul had of him.  His own cock twitched as he watched the water flow through the wiry hair that coated the brunette’s toned pecs before it followed the same trail of fur down the center of the other man’s abs.  “Give me a second and I’ll be right there with you,” he said, his fat log swelling to life.

“Aaaaaaand it’s weird already,” Paul groaned, shaking his head.  He closed his eyes and started lathering up his wavy, copper hair, letting out a surprised yelp when he felt Corey’s fist wrap around his rigid pole.  “Dude!”

“Just trying to get your attention,” the blonde said with a mischievous grin.  “Turn around.”

His arms still raised, Paul did as he was told, letting out a quiet sigh when Corey began scrubbing his back.  Though his instinct was to tense and fear discovery, the thinner man felt his muscles relax despite himself, the sensation of his friend’s strong hand traveling down his back leaving him with a sense of contented security.  He didn’t tense until Corey reached his perky bubble and took the opportunity to slip a hand under and give his now-churning balls a surprise tug, but even then he didn’t pull away.  “At least we don’t have to worry about the water getting cold,” Paul said, his cock aching as Corey’s hands slid down the insides of his thighs.

“Right?  Just means we can take our time,” the other man said, giving the brunette’s bubble another squeeze before pulling his hand away.  “Alright…your turn.”

Paul didn’t hesitate to pick up where Corey had started, using both hands to knead the thick muscle of his friend’s broad upper back as he scrubbed.  He went slow, savoring the sensation of the blonde’s solid frame against his hungry palms and making no attempts to hide that hunger as he bounced and squeezed Corey’s plump cheeks.  Instead of stepping away when his friend’s backside had been cleaned, Paul stood close and wrapped his arms around the other man to begin lathering the blonde’s prominent pecs, his lengthy, rigid cock wedged between them.  “Damn, dude.  These things getting bigger,” he asked with a laugh, hefting Corey’s prominent pecs.

“Chest day every day,” the blonde said, his tone smug as he flexed the juicy shelf against Paul’s hands.

“Well…not EVERY day,” the lean brunette purred, jamming his rigid cock against Corey’s meaty rear.  “Looks like you’ve found time for some squats every now and then.”

“Fuu…fuck…dude…I don’t know if it’s just been a minute or what, but you’re…” The stocky stud trailed off as Paul’s lips landed at his wide neck.  They stumbled a few steps out from under the falls, but as he writhed in his friend’s toned arms, Corey could feel the other man’s pulsing cock creating a waterfall of its own as it oozed and oozed against his back.  He wriggled his hips to work the leaking organ between them, but he didn’t realize exactly how much he was squirming until he felt the firm club slip inside.  “HOOOOOooohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck,” he hissed, falling forward against the damp stone alcove and looking back over a shoulder with wide, stunned eyes.  “Are…are you inside me right now?!”

Paul nodded, his expression equally surprised.  “Do you…do you want me to take it out?”

Corey quickly shook his head.  The invading organ hurt, but nowhere near as much as he thought it should, and as it pumped slightly back and forth the excessive oozing made it feel self-lubricated.  “No…no…just…just keep going…” the blonde begged, a punch of lust hammering into his stomach.  He’d been horny the whole trip and knew the shower would be a good excuse to relieve some tension, but even he hadn’t anticipated things going this far.  Though as Paul picked up the pace of his thrusting, there were no regrets.  Corey had never felt anything like it.  His body lit up from the inside out, his every pleasure center activating as his brain rewired itself to the concept of erotic bliss coming from somewhere other than his untouched cock.  The fat organ slapped and wagged wildly as he clung to Paul’s hands on his pecs, his hips falling into rhythm with his friend’s thrusting.  “Ohhh…oh shit…dude…this is incredible…” he whimpered, his voice cracking.

“I…I know…you…you feel so fucking good,” Paul grunted, his fingers biting into Corey’s plump pecs while he relished the sensation of the other man’s meaty rear rippling on impact.  Even though he was technically the one doing the fucking, that feeling of peace and contentment was further magnified for the thrusting brunette.  With the blonde’s powerful body writhing against him, Paul felt safe in a way he never had before, and in a way he never wanted to end.

Unfortunately, as worked up as they were, neither man lasted long.  Corey blew first, letting out a series of surprised, gasping grunts as his cock erupted without mechanical aid for the first time in his life.  Paul only lasted a few moments longer before cumming so hard he sagged against his friend and had to cling to the blonde’s broad shoulders for support.

“What…what the fuck did we just do…” Corey asked with a dazed laugh.