Camping Directions

You were driving out for a camping trip when you began to lose your GPS signal. Forced to pull over at a truck stop, you hopped out, hoping to find a map in the building. As you walked up you noticed a large hairy brute out on the bench, a beard falling from his chin over his shirtless chest. He was massive, a heavy amount of mass and fur wrapping his torso that made his appearance soft, but it was obvious there was thick muscle under it all.

He was dressed in huge camo pants paired with his hat, making you wonder if he might know the area you were headed. You started making your way over to him to ask. As you got closer a wave of sweat and grit hit your nose, pausing your thoughts for a second as you struggled to process the air. You finally felt your head clear enough again to refocus, looking up to find his eyes centered on you in a cement gaze. It was almost as if he was reading you for something.

You got close enough to where you could speak up when you realized the smell must have been coming from him. It reminded you of waking up after skipping a shower, or the salty smell of musky body odor after a day in the sun. You tried to keep your focus and not get distracted again. You'd come this far to walk away, leaving you only with the option to ask for directions.

His expression shifted, looking you up and down. "You want direction, eh?" He said.

His voice was rough, reminding you of gravel and sending shivers up your spine. You felt naked standing in front of him as his eyes dragged across you, feeling like there was the weight of something on your back. He shifted his position, bringing his arms up above his head exposing his pits to the air.

You couldn't look away as another wave of musk hit you, this time making you dizzy. You felt your train of thought come to a stop when you felt the smell invade your lungs. Your balance was thrown off, forcing you to take a step with your feet.

He spoke again. "You look a little tired, why dont you get over here and rest a little?"

You didn't know what you were doing as you stepped forward, unable to remember what happened next once you realized your head was planted under his arm. His flavor exploded inside you, your world immediately flooded by his stench with your lungs pulling in more and more of it every second. You felt your brain being rewired, shivers sent down your body as you felt his musk consume you. You wanted nothing more than to bathe it in once your thoughts flooded away, any desire to resist replaced leaving the only utter submission.

Your tongue was dragged out, settling on the skin and matted fur of his underarm. You felt his moisture seeping into you, your mouth sucking it from his hair in an attempt to get as much of it inside you as possible. You felt a warm glow spread through your system as he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you in his grasp. You were locked against his body, but that didn't matter to you. You wanted nothing more than to be there, licking his surface, feeling him from both inside and out once your mind became utterly devoted to him.