In The Middle of the Night
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
The notice on the bulletin board had caught my eye. I mulled its offer over for a week as classes came to an end, and I wrapped up my first semester at Glendale Community College. I was studying forestry, in the hopes of landing a job with the Federal Forestry Service. I loved the out doors, and the idea that with some education, you could get paid to live a life under blue sky and sunshine had appealed to me since I’d first heard about it from my high school councilor.
The notice that had caught my attention was a call for volunteers on a fire patrol in the Kiabab forest up along the rim of the Grand Canyon. After I finished my last exam, and made sure I was all set to return to classes after the summer break, I called the number on the notice. I was asked a few questions, but when the guy on the phone heard I was already studying forestry, he asked me to come to his office and fill out some papers.
I’m a big guy, six foot four in my sox, and pushing two hundred pounds if I’m not wet with sweat from working out. When he saw me, he just nodded and said I’d do. The paper work filled out, and a day of orientation along with seven other guys, then we were on a dull green school bus headed north out of the valley up I-17. The bus wasn’t air conditioned, and even with the windows open, it was a rolling oven. It wasn’t long before shirts were coming off, and a little later, we were mostly sitting around in our briefs discussing the summer in the woods.
The group was young, healthy looking guys, mostly with buzzed haircuts, and ruddy complexions, but that last could have been the heat. Most were packing respectable bulges in their briefs, but no one made any references to them. I did take the opportunity to get an eye full. I’ve known I like cock since I had my first experience with a guy I met at a mall restroom in Phoenix, the year I graduated from high school.
The conversation in the bus ranged from the possibility of fighting fires to the pussy some of the guys swore they were getting on a regular basis. The sex talk was stimulating and even though they were discussing the relative merits of cunt, we were all sporting wood before long, if for different reasons.
It was dark by the time we pulled into the assigned camping area. It was a regular camp, with tents set up along a grid. There was a mess tent, and a toilet tent with showers, and several two man sleeping tents. We were met by the Captain in charge of the crew, a man of forty or so, who looked like an ex marine, and shaped us up like he knew what he was doing. We’d put our pants on, and t-shirts, but in the dim light cast by the single Coleman lantern, we looked ready and willing.
We were told by the Captain we could select our tent accommodations, and we could either take a private tent or double up as we chose. There were twelve tents to choose from, and so I selected the one furthest from the center of the camp, hoping for some privacy and maybe the chance to see some wild life I knew was omnipresent in the Kiabab. After we were fed sandwiches, and sodas, we were told to try to get a good night’s sleep, since at 4 a.m. we’d be called to breakfast, and as soon as it was light enough to see, we’d hit the trail and get to work clearing brush out of fire breaks in the area.
I laid on my cot, in my briefs listening to hooting owls and the yip of coyotes, until I drifted off sometime after the moon had set. Sometime later, something woke me up, and I laid there listening. I could faintly hear others snoring some distance away, and wondered what it had been that had awakened me. As I listened in the dark, I thought I could hear a very faint rhythmic sound that puzzled me, since the camp had no electricity and there was nothing I knew of that would cause that sort of sound in the wild, I decided to investigate.
As I listened, I thought I could also hear the occasional intake of breath, and even a sigh. I sat up on my cot, and lifted the tent flap to peer out into the dark. By the star light, since the moon had set, I could see a man standing a few yards away and knew from the dim motions he was making, he was jacking off. I couldn’t tell who it was, but watching him, made my dick stir, and I was soon hard as a rock. I stood up, and peeled off my briefs, and started slowly stroking myself while I pondered the guy at the edge of the woods.
Finally, I decided I ought to join him, and slipped out of the tent. I thought I’d been silent, but as soon as I was standing outside, I could see him looking in my direction. I still couldn’t identify who it was, but I could tell he was frozen in fear of being discovered beating off. I walked toward him slowly stroking myself until I saw he realized what I was doing, and he resumed stroking his own substantial cock. Once we were standing in close proximity I instinctively reached for his prong, and was surprised that he didn’t resist. He dropped his dick, and let me take over. After a moment, he reached for mine, and took it in his hand.
We stood there slowly stroking each other for several minutes, until he began to breathe in ragged breaths. He was close and I knew it. I thought it would be a waste to let him shoot his load on the carpet of pine needles, and dropped to my knees and swallowed his shaft. He groaned, and humped his hips at my face, and unloaded in my throat. I swallowed, each of his shots as he fed them to me, and when he was finished, I stood up, letting his softening cock slip from my mouth.
Before I realized what was happening, he was on his knees in the pine needles, sucking my cock like a starving man. I let him give me head until I tipped over the brink and filled his mouth. He choked a little on the volume of my seed, but swallowed like he couldn’t get enough. My empty balls finally grew too sensitive for his hungry mouth, and I pulled out, feeling the cool night air suddenly on my wet dick. He stood up, and we embraced before he let go of me and turned to head back into the camp. We hadn’t spoken a word, and I still had no idea who it was.
At breakfast, I looked from sleepy eyed guy to sleepy eyed guy trying to guess, but none stood out as my encounter of an hour before. As the sky turned pink, the Captain lined us up, and issued us back packs and equipment. The packs contained dehydrated food rations, enough water for the day, and a small medical and snake bite kit. He warned us of rattlers which were plentiful on the rim this time of year. Then with out much fanfare, he marched us off to our first day of what proved to be intensive labor clearing brush out of graded fire breaks, far from the tourist areas of the Canyon.
We broke for a bite to eat about eleven, and we all sat around griping about the heat, and the dirt, and the hard labor, but I could see that the men were grooving on the work and the beautiful day. The Captain told us he had some paperwork to finish in camp, but that he would be back at four to march us back to camp. He promised we could clean up, and supper would be ready when we had.
The only incident that afternoon, was the little eighteen inch rattler that turned up under a bush threatening to bite the lot of us, before I scooped him up in my shovel and deposited him deeper into the undergrowth out of harm’s way. Then true to his word, the Captain was right on time, and we marched tiredly back to camp.
The showers felt like heaven, and the food, although nothing but beans, tortillas, and sliced onions, tasted like manna from heven as well. The Mexican cook was good with beans, and his tortillas were the size of pillow cases and thin as a sheet of paper.
Some of the guys tried to get a card game going after supper, but exhaustion soon took its toll, and we drifted off to our tents, and soon enough the distant snores announced what was most important. I slept fitfully, as the moon rose an hour after sundown, and then later after midnight, I sat on my cot with the flap thrown back and watched it set. I was hoping my encounter of the first night would be repeated. My dick was a hard shaft of flesh between my legs, and I could feel a drop of precum ooze out every time I flexed it.
Some time closer to dawn than midnight, I perked up. A dim shadow emerged from the direction of the camp, and headed toward the spot where we’d met the night before. This time, there was no evidence of his briefs in the dim starlight. I slipped off my cot, and through the tent flap and soon enough stood beside him. His hard on was thick and I could feel it was covered with a healthy network of blood vessels. He let me play with him for a bit, before, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. It was clear what he wanted, and I obliged. I loved sucking his anonymous cock in the dark. After I’d blown him for several minutes, he pushed me over onto my back on the carpet of pine needles, and dropped down between my spread legs. I felt his spit slick hardness bouncing on my stiff cock, and then he was nudging my balls with his dick. He wanted to fuck me.
I’d only experimented with the one guy from the mall, and even though he’d wanted to take my cherry, he had been too big to get passed my sphincter, so technically I was still a virgin there. I spread my legs wide, and he lifted them up over his shoulders, and exposed my frightened hole to his big stiff dick. I spit on my hand, and rubbed the slick into my hole, and took hold of his shaft and put his dick head at my entrance. He pushed, and I felt a stab of pain. I gasped, and he pushed again. I tried to relax, ad he pushed through into me an inch or so beyond his cock head. We waited, waited, and finally we both felt my muscles relax, and he pushed in to the hilt. I sighed on his neck, and his mouth found mine, and we fucked, kissing the whole time.
When he came, he shuddered and shook like a virgin, and I was right there with him, my skin crawling with a flock of goose bumps at he pleasure his big shaft in my ass was giving me. I came too, spreading the warm ooze of cum between us, skin to skin.
After he pulled out, he held me down with his rough hands and licked my spunk off my chest, and belly, and then I cleaned it off him. Then while my skin was still crawling with goose bumps, in the cool night air, he was gone into the darkness. Again, not a word had been spoken, and I still had no idea who my new lover could be.
The next day was a repeat of the first, and that night, I was exhausted from my lack of sleep the night before, and the labor of the day. I slept through until the call to breakfast at 4 a.m. I ate my eggs and tortillas wondering if I’d slept through another encounter with my lover, and if he was sitting somewhere near me disappointed in his coffee, needing release of his pent up nuts.
After dinner, the card game did get started, and lasted until the Captain announced lights out. We took our final pisses of the night, and headed off to bed. In no time at all, the camp was quiet except for the snores of exhausted men. Me? I was wired, my nuts tight with jizz, and my dick hard as stone between my legs. I didn’t think I could hold off stroking it until my lover showed up before dawn. I resisted, and sometime after the moonset, I heard someone stirring about in the dark. I lifted my tent flap, and stepped out into the cool night air.
My lover was already in our usual place, only this time, he was not alone. A second man was with him. I approached quietly, and stopped near a pine trunk to watch. They were kissing in the starlight, but since my eyes were adjusted to it, I could see they were both nude, and stroking their cocks for each other. I wondered what hey would do if I joined them.
Finally, they stepped apart, and the one on the left dropped down on all fours, and the man standing behind him, mounted him, thrusting his big cock into the other with one quick movement. The man on the ground whimpered, but remained in position. I stepped around the trunk of the tree to get a better view, and the man on the ground saw me. He raised his torso upright, and made a motion with his hand. I stepped a bit closer, and he dropped forward onto his palms again, and the guy fucking him began to thrust deeply into his ass. I held my stiffness in my fist, and stood in front of the guy being fucked, and he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck hungrily.
The fucker, started to cum, and his moans of pleasure brought my tight nuts to the edge, and I unloaded in my sucker’s mouth. The guy who had been fucked rolled over on the bed of pine needles, and his big shaft stood straight. I spit in my palm, and stroked it as I positioned myself over it, and sat down. We both groaned as he sunk deep into my body. The first fucker, stood beside us wiping his still oozing cock across my face while I fucked myself on the big shaft probing my guts. The guy standing began to grow hard, and I started sucking his dick, feeling it getting firm again in my mouth.
When I came, I shot another load of cum down across my fucker’s body and face, and he moaned and tried to catch it in his open mouth. I have no idea if he got any, because I was too busy sucking the big dick in my mouth empty of his second cum. After, we separated as usual, and went back to our respective tents. I however, followed the two of them from a distance, and watched as they split up, and vanished into separate tents. I now had at least an idea who my partners could be.
At breakfast, I watched the guys who emerged from the two tents. Since they were doubled up with other guys, I couldn’t be certain which of the four men were my partners in our late night encounters, but I had at least an idea now. I picked up my huevos rancheros, and half a dozen tortillas and a thick mug of strong coffee, and made my way to sit next to the two guys I’d seen emerge from one of the tents. The other two guys were sitting with a group of four other guys discussing the snake from the previous day. I was more interested in one of the two with snakes between their legs, sitting with me.
Our talk was mundane, weather, the heat, the job, the forest, everything except what I was wondering about. Finally, I said something about hearing noises near my tent in the night, and caught a glance from Bob, the big guy with wavy brown hair and blue eyes. His tent partner just kept shoveling eggs and beans into his mouth. I looked at Bob, and winked. He flushed crimson, and I knew.
I still didn’t know which of my partners he was, the first guy or the second that had showed up. I suspected he knew who the other guy was since they had gone back to their tents the night before, and had obviously made a date to meet in the woods. I determined I’d isolate Bob somehow during the day so we could talk.
The hike to the fire road after breakfast was, as usual, boisterous, and no opportunity to talk to Bob presented itself, so I bided my time, keeping an eye on the possibilities. Shortly before lunch break, I saw him take a water break, and after stretching his back and wiping the sweat off his face and chest, he headed off the fire break to take a leak in the trees. I laid down my shovel, and followed him out of the intense sun of the open break, into the cool shade of the trees. He heard me coming when I stepped on a dry twig, and stopped short.
I approached him, and muttered how fucking hot it was, at the same time admiring his well muscled sweat glistened chest. His face was flushed with the heat, and sweat was still pouring off him in rivulets, leaving trails in the dust that has adhered to his body. Sexy looking as hell, and I felt my cock stir.
“I was hoping to get you alone so we could talk Bob.”
“Yeah? About what?”
“Um, about last night, or. . . uh, early his morning.” His eyes enlarged, and he looked at me as if I was going to attack him or something. “It’s cool man. Just between us. Ok?” He stepped back a little looking at me with some fear on his face. I casually popped the buttons on my jeans, and hauled my dick out and started pissing on a nearby tree trunk. He glanced at my spraying cock, and I thought he relaxed a little.
He finally grinned at me, and hauled his own dick out and started to piss over my tree trunk with me. “So what did you want to say?” He looked up from our crossing piss streams, and looked me in the eyes.
“Well, I was wondering if you knew who the third guy was with us? I know which tent he sleeps in but there’s two in there. Which one is the question.”
“Ah. I’m not sure myself.”
“How can that be? You went back to the camp with him.”
“Well, what happened, is I was in the head stroking off I was so fucking horny. He came in and heard me and offered to help. It was pitch black, and I figured if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me, and we could help each other out without it getting around camp that we were a couple of queers. Which I’m not really. How did you know it was me?”
I told him how I’d followed them and saw which tents they had entered, and when I mentioned the noises in the night at breakfast, he’d been the only one who had reacted.
“Ah,” he said again, and nodded. “Was it you I fucked?”
“Well, I certainly got fucked, but I still don’t know who did it. Did you fuck the two of us?”
“Ah.” He said for a third time. “Uh no. The guy I met in the head, fucked me. Then I rolled over on my back, and it was you who sat down on my dick.” I nodded.
“So if you aren’t gay, then why did you let him fuck you?”
“Well, I always wondered about what it was like. I’ve fucked my girl in the ass a few times so she doesn’t get pregnant, and after the first few times, she told me she prefers it there instead of her cunt. I just wondered about it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Not at first, but after the pain went away, I did. Why? You want to fuck me too?”
“I wouldn’t turn it down. You’ve got a nice ass.” I grinned at him.
“Now? Right here?”
“Shit no! We’d get caught for sure. In fact we ought to get back. After all, this was just a piss break.” He laughed. We headed back out of the trees to the fire break. The rest of the crew had all stopped for lunch, and they watched us come out of the trees and sit together on a large pine stump and pull open our packs.
Later that night, after the card game got rolling, Bob and I went out of the mess tent and went for a walk in the woods. We went further than the usual meeting place, and soon we were under tall trees, nearly invisible to each other except by touch.
“This place ought to do,” I said, and dropped down onto the carpet of needles. He squatted down next to me. I reached out and ran my palm over his t-shirt covered chest. His nipples were already hard to the touch. He was in high anticipation. I helped him pull the shirt off, and started in on his erect nipples with my mouth and teeth. I soon had him moaning with lust, and could feel his big tube of flesh pulsing in his pants.
“Shit,” he hissed in my ear. “That is so fucking hot. I never knew my tits were so sensitive.” I reached for his belt, and soon enough he had stripped off his jeans, and was stretched out beside me in the dark, naked with his erection bouncing under my tongue. I licked up and down the shaft, and then concentrated on his balls. He was groaning with pleasure, and had his hands on top of my head, guiding me around. After several minutes of alternating between his balls and cock, he raised his legs up, and gave me access to his ass crack. I went to work, and got him sloppy wet with my saliva. He was loving every minute of my attention, and I was wondering how much truth there was in his story about a girlfriend.
“Ok man. I’m ready.” He was groping my oozing cock through my jeans, and I was ready too. I popped my buttons, and since I wasn’t wearing a belt or briefs, I felt him grab my naked shaft, and put the head to his hole. I pushed a little, and felt him give some. He rubbed more spit on my cock head, and put me back in place. I pushed again, and seemed to flow into his hot interior like a gopher in a hole. This guy was either a natural taking cock, or he was lying through his teeth about being straight.
We fucked for several long minutes, with my belly rubbing across his stiffness between us. He was moaning softly as I thrust into him again and again. I could feel my balls gathering momentum, and whispered in his ear I was going to give it to him. He grabbed my head, and we kissed with tongues while I emptied my nuts into his bowels. Once the last spurts of my cum had finished, I collapsed on his chest, and licked his still erect nipples while he stroked my hair, murmuring soft words in my ear. Finally, my softened cock slipped out of his hole, and I rolled off him onto the needles. It was just at that moment we were blinded by a light being shown in our faces.
“What the fuck!” He tried to cover himself, and I turned my back.
“Yeah,” a voice said from behind the light. “What a fuck. I loved watching every minute of it.” The light was switched off, and in our blind moment, the light bearer joined us. He was already nude, and his big cock was oozing precum which I lapped off for him.
“You,” he said to me, get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck you good. After watching you two, my nuts are blue with cum.” He grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me down. “Get those pants off, and slick up my cock with spit. I obeyed his commands, and soon enough his big piece was riding my ass like he was used to it. Bob, crawled under me, and took my stiffening cock into his mouth, and started sucking. I think it was that moment I knew Bob had no girlfriend back in Phoenix, and that at least he and I had a chance with each other.
We fucked around in the woods for almost an hour, before finally getting our fill, and heading back to camp. I stopped in my tent while Bob and the other guy continued on to their respective tents. Our newly identified partner, turned out to be a guy named Clark, who told us his mother had named him after Superman since his last name was Kent. The way my hole felt after he’d fucked me twice, I had no doubt he was.
The rest of our summer was more of same, as we needed or wanted it. In the fall, we climbed back on the dull green bus, and went back to Phoenix. Me to school, and Bob found job in a print shop. Clark left town for LA, but Bob and I hooked up the rest of the year when ever either one of us was horny for the other.
Bob eventually started living with a girl, and told me the last time we hooked up he’d proposed to her. I haven’t seen him in over a year now, and even though I got a wedding announcement from the happy couple, I wasn’t invited to attend.
I got my degree in forestry, and the state of Arizona hired me to work in the Prescott forest area. I moved up there where it’s a little cooler in the summer, and I met a guy also in the service and we share an apartment. He fucks almost as good as Clark. Two days ago when we came out of the back trails checking on the fire breaks and undergrowth, there was a message from Bob on the answering machine. He’s coming up to spend the weekend with us since his wife Debbie was going to Texas to see her parents. They are thinking about a divorce.
I for one am looking forward to the weekend when Bob arrives. We’ve laid in a good supply of beer, and steaks and porn videos. It’s gonna be some fucking party.
The End
