Down At The Creek

I was running through the rows of tree, running while branches scratches my face and my lungs. Wasn't thinking, just running. Spending the summer at my grandparents tree farm had been miserable, with the only upside being a nice forest to get lost in. The farther in I got the larger the trees got, and less evenly spaced. There were plenty of nooks to hide in. Plenty of open patches too where they'd forgotten to plant new trees.

Sometimes I'd catch a deer in the open patch, especially down by the creek. If I charged out of the brush they'd run, so I'd find a nice shady spot where I'd sit still and hide. The summer got hot, though, and sitting still that long I'd get soaked with sweat. There was a creek right there, and nobody around, so I'd strip and jump in just to cool off. Since I never brought a towel, I'd lay on the rocky bank and sun myself dry.

A month went by and I got to thinking of the tree farm as my own. There was plenty of help up near the house, my grandparents had livestock and kept a couple cowhands around, but they never went into the woods. The big, gruff men working shirtless in the field got me flushed and scared, so I'd run to my woods. I'd strip by the banks and wait for deer to pass. I was hiding in the shadows of a big oak, waiting as still as I could, when Paul burst out of the woods.

Paul was the big handyman. He towered over me, and had a thick silvery pelt covering his chest and back, arms and legs, everywhere I could see. At that moment I could see a lot. He was wearing nothing but his shoes and cutoff shorts. And I was buck naked. The sun was blazing, so he must not have seen me in the shadows because he spread out a big orange towel and dropped his shorts. His pubes were so thick and black, and his heavy cock dangled over a pair of huge furry balls. I couldn't breath, let alone move.

Didn't dare move. Must have been twenty feet away. I could swear it was his musky scent making my head spin. I hoped maybe he'd fall asleep and I could sneak away. When he stretched out in the sun and closed his eyes, I still couldn't move. I couldn't take my eyes off his thick muscles, or the way his chest swelled with his steady breathing. Eventually I got a camp in my leg and had to move. A twig snapped, and his eyes cracked open.

"Holy!" he shouted as he jumped up. There was nothing to do, he was caught lounging around naked. So was I. I wanted to shrink into the dirt and disappear. He just laughed and shrugged, caught.

"How long have you been there," he asked in his gravely voice.

"An hour." I said.

"Well shit," he said. "You found my watering hole. No need to hide there, ain't no girls around."

Girls were the last thing on my mind. Until then my heart was beating too fast to to anything. Now that I knew he wasn't going to yell, or chase me, or beat me up, the blood rushed out of my chest and headed south. I didn't dare step out of the shadows. Instead, I sat cross-legged on the short grass by the tree.

"Don't want to get burned." I said.

He laughed and laid back down. He brought a bag, I noticed after he started rooting through it. It was loaded with -- I wasn't sure, but he brought out a bottle of sunscreen.

"Have some if you want," he told me, offering it if I dared step close. I couldn't say no, and prove that I was lying. I scooted over, trying to crab-walk so wouldn't have to stand. He caught me anyway, standing stiff against my own will. His thick beard twisted into a deep smile, and I could swear his red cheeks blushed a little. He looked away, which was such relief. I considered running back to my shadow, but thought it might be safer to stay there in the sun where I could keep my knees against my chest and hold my rebellious parts in check.

The sunscreen got me gleaming in the sun, which I didn't like at all. Paul stretched out beside me, but I noticed his breathing was no longer deep and steady. My eyes couldn't help but follow the treasure trail down his belly to the beast coming to life in his thick pubes. It writhed and grew, until Paul rolled to his side to block my view. I held my knees to my chest, praying he didn't notice me staring.

Lord knows how long we sat there. Long enough for me to calm down and think about grabbing my clothes. They were on the other side of Paul, too far to reach without standing up. Not that I dared reach across his body in any case.

"So why do you hide out here?" he finally asked me, rolling over and making me look at the water. "I thought you're supposed to help your grandpa."

"I do!" I insisted. We both knew it was a lie. I hadn't been much help. "I want to, I'm just -- scared."

The words just blurted out before I could catch them. Paul sat up, the heat rolling off him and onto me. He stared at me until I was looked deep into his steely eyes.

"Scared of what?" he asked. I looked down at his arm, now close to mine. I looked at how his was covered with fur while mine was hairless. How his was meaty and dark while mine was thin and light. He saw what I was seeing and moved his arm to cradle mine, bringing the contrast into ever sharper focus.

"Muscle's got to be earned," he told me.

"I'm not afraid of the work," I told him.

"Then what? Are you afraid of me?"

I turned away, and he laughed openly. One meaty hand slapped my shoulder, knocking me off balance. Without thinking, I put an arm around his waist -- my fingers slid through the thick fur above his ass, grabbing hold to his thick thigh. I would have wrenched myself away, but his strong arm was wrapped around my shoulder, holding me tight.

"You don't need to be scared of me," he said, looking me in the eye with the gentlest smile. "I'm a pussycat."

He eyes were so close, pulling me in. His beard brushed against my smooth cheek, and I felt his soft lips kiss my temple. He held me like that until I remembered how to breath. Until my body unclenched, one joint at a time. I looked up again into his eyes. Looked at how his thick lower lip made a line in his beard. I leaned up and my own lips found their way past his bushy mustache and to his own. Paul kissed me. First just a pressure against my lips, then his thick, strong tongue worked its way passed them.

He filled me with ever deepening lunges. There was no rush as he explored my tongue and learned the contours of my mouth. He eased his way in, and in the swooning bliss I found myself flat on my back laid out before him. Everything was exposed for his roving hands to inspect. My shuddering chest, my throbbing cock. He rubbed a hand down my belly, combed my pubes with his fingers, and took a firm grip on my manhood marveling at how straight and tall it stood.

The world swam before me as Paul turned himself around. His pits passed by my nose, dizzying me with his musky odor. Then his long flank filled my vision. I couldn't see what he was doing down there. Didn't have a clue, except that now I could run my fingers through the thick fur of his back. I could explore his firm ass with both hands, and it made the tip of my prick tingle with fire. Then my hot cock fell into an ocean.

I would have shot right then, except his clamped down on the base of my cock with a rough gentleness that kept the surge from exploding. When the throbbing subsided he eased back up -- a tingling shooting down my legs and up my spine at the same time. He chuckled, and I could feel it vibrate though my shaft and into the core of my being. He worked on my rod slow and rough for god knows how long. He'd take me whole, burying his nose in my balls as I throbbed down his throat, but he'd never give me release. I'd grab his head and try to force him down faster, try to thrust into his waiting maw, but each try just made him chuckle, and each chuckle shook me through and through.

Slowly, so slow that I didn't even notice at first, he worked his way around to stretch out before me and throw my legs over his shoulders. He sucked the salt off my balls, and when there was none left he worked lower. Damn, I wanted to grab my cock, but he held my hands firmly in his fists and wouldn't let go even as he nudged my ass higher in the air. He ate my ass, and I cried out loud. That sharp tongue of his pierced me though and through. It ducked in and out; I squirmed to get away and managed only to spread my legs wider.

Only when was good and lathered up did he stop and crawl to my knees. Paul still held my hands, knowing I wouldn't be able to help myself if he let them go. He stretched my arms above my head and pressed me to the ground. That thick cock of his probed my inner thigh, sliding though the sweat of my own pubes. I squirmed and thrust against him as his tongue once more filled my mouth. A new scent consumed my senses, and I realized it was my own clinging to his beard. Paul backed off enough to look me in the eye, hold me still with his gaze. He slipped down just the tinniest bit and his cock dropped between my legs. The hot tip of his shaft brushed against my pulsating hole. He kept it there, pressing against me, probing my self flesh without going further until I was ready to scream some more.

"Don't fight me," he told me. "It'll hurt if you fight me, and I don't want to hurt you."

I locked my legs around his waist and strained to pull him in, but he wouldn't budge.

"I won't until you're ready," he told me, those gray eyes looking down on me. I beat his chest, but he took my hand held my thumb in his teeth until I stopped flailing. I twisted and turned to press him closer, but he wouldn't move. Finally, I fell back, nearly spent. I felt my last muscle finally relax, and that's when he began to move. It felt like a mountain sliding into me. Confused at first, I tightened and fought against it, and Paul backed off. I learned how to relax, and when I breathed deep again Paul pressed against me. I could feel his sweaty thigh rub against mine. I could feel his rough hands pinning mine down. But that primal force trying to pierce me had to be more than just a man. I was scared. Shared shitless. I looked deep into his eyes, steadied my breath, and stopped fighting.

All at once Paul filled me. I groaned, because there was no room for air with Paul inside of me. There was no room for anything but his strength an power churning up through my belly and out through my lungs. He was patient, filling me even more with each thrust. Swooning, possessed, he pushed one leg down and spit me in two. He had full access to all of me. Any part he wanted. He bit the arch of my foot sending sparks through my body as his cock sliced me though. Then he rolled me onto my belly without missing a stroke. Those strong hands eased me onto my knees. I tried to grab my throbbing manhood, but he still wouldn't let me.

His tempo was quickening though. I could feel his force gathering inside me as he pounded my ass. I could feel it like a fire building in my balls. The slightest spark would cause an eruption. Paul pulled me up, leaning me back as he leaned back. I felt weightless, held up only by the strength of his cock. His beard tickled my ear as he pounded against me. His calloused hand grabbed my rod, keeping it steady with slow even jerks until my whole body was aflame. He erupted through me, he cry mixing with mine as I spewed a fountain into the air. Blast after blast shot clear through me, a steady stream of cum that I thought would drain me to a shell.

Spent, Paul eased me onto his towel, never leaving me. Those thick arms wrapped around me, and I wasn't scared of anything. I made a pillow of his biceps, used his fur as a blanket, and as the sun faded I was kept warm and safe.

"I expect to get a lot of work out of you this summer," he said before we both drifted to sleep.

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written by vidmuldx