A gay story: Joshua’s Hikes into the Mist Pt. 02 Joshua came awake, sweating and panting. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins. He could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful. He recalled his dream only vaguely. Tall lean men surrounded him, caressing him, long hair flowed around them, brushing his skin, he could still feel it’s sensual touch, their warm breath, their soft ethereal touch. This was the third night in a row he’d had this dream. This exact dream. The last few weeks, ever since he’d woken up in the forest, he’d had variations on the that dream. Erotically charged and incredibly realistic. He’d wake each night with a powerful erection, sometimes with cum on his body, but mostly just hard and sweaty, like tonight.
He couldn’t reconcile the events in the forest, they couldn’t have been real and yet he’d found the note, he wore the bracelet he couldn’t remove, something happened to him but what? He just couldn’t understand what it was, couldn’t reconcile events and his feelings. The hardest part for him to admit, he wanted it to happen again. He’d told no one of his experience, who would believe him? It had never left his mind though and he’d told himself he wouldn’t go back. He’d stayed away. He’d tried. The first weekend he found himself driving towards the forest before he caught himself and turned around. The second weekend, he managed to control himself.
As he lay in bed, now, his hard cock throbbing against his belly, bouncing in need, he knew he wanted to, no, needed to go back. His hand drifted down to his cock, caressed it’s hard length, trailed down to his balls. He cupped them, rolled them between his fingers, let them drop against his taint and returned to his hard cock. He explored lower and let a finger slip into his ass, it pressed against his hole and pushed on and in. His cock bounced and precum dripped from its tip. His mind filled with visions of Feryn and he began to stroke with his other hand.
He could feel the long silken hair moving across his body, he could feel the hot breath as a mouth hovered over his hard cock. His finger probed deeper, and a second joined the first. His fist pumped his hard cock. He felt, a mild bite on his left nipple, then a matching bite on his right, his hand left his cock, and he trailed up to his chest where he found no one. He opened his eyes, and of course, he was alone.
He sighed and returned his hand to his cock, and closed his eyes again to bring Feryn back to him. And he was there. The long lean naked body, the hard thin cock, if he reached out for it, he was sure that he would find himself touching the pale skin. The smell of the forest filled his senses, water cascaded rocks.
His hand pumped his cock and he let his imagination take him deeper.
He could still feel that long cock filling his ass, the man’s ass wrapped around his cock, he skin could feel the soft caresses, the warmth of another man on top of him. He fucked his fingers as he imagined Feryn’s cock sinking once again into his ass. He could feel eyes on them as he knew, now, that other’s watched them at play. He was sure, in this fantasy how he knew that but he knew they weren’t alone and he didn’t care. His hand pumped his cock harder, gripping it fiercely, afraid to let go. He remembered the feel of cum splashing on his chest. His hand flew up and down the length of his cock, furiously stroking as he remembered each sensation he’d felt.
He managed the tip of a third finger into his ass, he just couldn’t bend that far to get more, he paused stroking and paused his fantasy as he focused on trying to take more but he managed what he could. Fucking himself, he drifted back into his fantasy, surrounded again by the unseen eyes and caressed by Feryn’s hands, while he imagined that hard cock filling him. Just as last time, he imagined Feryn cumming in his ass then climbing up to sit on his cock. As he stroked, he felt the warm, wetness of Feryn’s ass as it closed around him. He could feel the weight of the man settle onto his hips as Feryn rode his cock. His hand pumped furiously.
Cum exploded from his cock and he felt the hot splash of it as it landed on his left nipple, on his chin, in the cavity at the centre of his chest and more still on his belly. He lay in his bed gasping, feeling the cum roll down his body, some pooling on the sheets under him, cold and wet now. His cock remained hard in his hand, as he gently stroked it, relishing in the load he’d just spent but also knowing that load was not the end of things for him.
He needed more.
Finally, still hard, he drifted off to sleep again, his body covered in cum, his sheets now stained with his load, he didn’t dream this time. He’d made his decision. When he awoke in the morning the hair bracelet was not longer on his wrist. It was wrapped around his cock and balls, forming a perfectly fitting cock ring.
He packed his hiking gear, his coffee and his cameras and got in his car. It wasn’t long before he found himself at the trail head leading down into the valley. The day was sunny and warm. He wasn’t sure if he was here to prove that it was a fantasy or to prove to himself that it was real. He changed his shoes, out of sneakers and into solid hiking boots. He rechecked his pack, made sure he had his coffee supplies, water and filters, that his cups and filter cone were both present, as well as a few good trail snacks. He checked his cameras, snapped his collapsible tripod onto the backpack side straps, shrugged the pack onto his shoulders and headed for the trail.
He stood there, at the trail head and looked down into the valley. He knew there was a stream there, an open field but he couldn’t see it, he could just see an endless expanse of green, pines and oaks, elms, birch trees spread out before him. He shrugged to adjust the pack on his back, the tripod clipped his hip but didn’t hurt. And he took a step. Another and another.