The Man on the Hiking Trail

Time to dip into my tumblr archives for this story that got deleted back in the purge

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About halfway through my solo hike, I realized I had made a mistake. My friend told me that the trail was five miles, and I assumed that that was round trip. But after two and half miles, I realized that it was five miles each way. At about three miles, I was already getting tired. After about 4, my feet were killing me. I saw a large rock up ahead under a tree and headed towards it to rest for a bit. I dropped my pack and pulled up my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face. The breeze felt amazing on my exposed skin, so I pulled the shirt off and stuffed it in my bag. I had seen no one the whole day, so I didn’t really care how exposed I was.

I kept hiking, and the trees started to fade away as I reached a large flat area. Up ahead, I thought I saw water, and I quickened my pace. After a few hundred more feet, I was standing at the edge of a large pond, and the water looked heavenly. I pulled off my shoes and yanked my socks off. I sat on the edge of the grass and slowly dipped my feet into the cool water. I audibly moaned and could not care less what I sounded like.

I stood up and looked around again, but I didn’t see anyone coming down the trail. I turned back around and unbuttoned my shorts when I heard the whistle from nearby.

So, the carpet does match the drapes?

I hastily fastened the button back and whipped back around to see a man’s top half appear from a grove of bushes across the pond.

Didn’t mean to scare you. I just woke up from a nap and was surprised to see anyone else out here. Look’s like we had the same idea.

He fully stood up, and I noticed that he was clad only in a wet pair of boxer briefs. He must have gotten out of the water to dry off and fell asleep in the warm sunlight. I started to reach for my shoes, but he called out again.

Don’t leave buddy, the water is too good to pass up. Drop those shorts and get in.

I, uh, I can’t.

Why not?

I’m not wearing anything under these shorts.

The man’s laughter reached me loud and clear across the pond.

A man who hikes commando shouldn’t be shy about it. But here, I’ll make you feel comfortable. He grabbed the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down to the ground and stepped out of them. Now you’re making me feel underdressed.

I tried to think straight, but I was too preoccupied by one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen. He was packing a beer can between his legs- of course he’d feel okay being naked. But he was right, I didn’t think I could hike back without taking a small dip. So, I joined him.

I unbuttoned my shorts again, exposing the patch of red hair as I pulled the zipper down. I let my shorts fall to the bank, and the man let out a wolf whistle again and dove into the water to swim towards me. I took a deep breath and jumped in after him.