The Birthday Hike

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Like many young men, I spent the latter part of my teenage years and early twenties getting blackout drunk at every possible opportunity and fucking as many chicks as my youthful hormones would allow. By the time I reached twenty four, I'd become rather bored of doing the same thing every weekend, so myself and a few of the guys decided to turn over a new leaf.

We were all relatively fit given that most of us had played sport through high school and college, but I had to admit that I was just a small step ahead of the others. Even when we were partying our lives away, I still stuck to a strict workout schedule, and I was happy that I had.

It was Cole's idea to start hiking, and I guess it wasn't the worst thing to come out of his twisted little mind, so after a few weeks, we all grew to quite like the whole hiking thing. So much so, in fact, that when it came to my twenty fifth birthday, we decided to spend the weekend hiking up this big ass mountain.

Now, let me remind you that none of us were experienced hikers, and this was a very difficult trail, so we planned accordingly, and after we had everything sorted, we set off on what would be a truly memorable birthday.

At the time, I worked the night shift for a security company, and the hours were brutally long. I worked at night and slept during the day, so I often went days without doing what most horny young men do best. This was one of those occasions, and as we travelled to the back end of nowhere, I couldn't help but recall that my last wank had been almost a week ago. An ungodly amount of time for a virile young man.

We reached our starting point, but only three of us actually managed to make it. Cole, Lewis and myself. When we began, we did so with a spring in our step, but five hours and ten gallons of sweat later, the spring had well and truly vanished.

"Where is this place?" Lewis groaned as we trudged through dirt, puddles and rain, "we've been walking for hours!"

Even Cole, who was usually the most upbeat of the group, couldn't deny that we had bitten off more than we could chew. Eventually, as the light began to fade behind the gigantic mountain that we were barely a quarter of the way up, the house appeared in the distance.

"What if they're serial killers?" Lewis asked.

"Honestly" I replied, exhausted, "they can do whatever the fuck they want to me as long as I can lie down for it".

Cole had been in charge of sorting out the accommodation, and I had to hand it to him. I had expected to have to lug a tent with us, but he managed to find the only house within a million mile radius and convinced the owners to let us spend the night. For a handsome fee, of course.

"It's just some old dude and his grandson" he explained, "I think we could handle them".

When we reached the door, we looked like drowned rats. It took a moment for the light to come on, and finally we were face to face with a stooped old man of about seventy. He didn't appear to be the kindest of souls, but we were all too drained to care.

"Hope you brought your sleeping bags" he croaked as he shuffled into the living room, "I ain't got the room upstairs".

"Of course, sir" Cole, being the most polite of all of us replied.

The house was extremely old, older in fact, than the man appeared to be. I could smell the damp in the place, but once again, I wasn't particularly bothered, and quickly perched myself in front of the blazing open fire.

"Want somethin' hot?" The man asked without looking at us, and the answer was a resounding yes.

"MICHAEL GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" He bellowed at the stairs, and his voice was surprisingly loud for a man of his... Size.

We all glanced at each other awkwardly as the footsteps sounded on the wooden staircase, until eventually a short, blond haired kid appeared sheepishly at the door, seemingly too terrified to even look at us.

He was quite thin, almost underweight, and his hair looked like it had been butchered with a knife. Even though his expression was one of glum, his bright blue eyes shone from under his furrowed brow.

"Get these men some hot whiskeys!" The old man snarled, and in his voice, it sounded like he despised the kid who I guessed was his grandson.

"I can get them" I said, throwing a bitter look at the old man, but he waved his hand at me impatiently.

"That's what he's good at!" He barked, and the boy bowed his head and scurried off toward the kitchen.

"Now I don't want no shenanigans out of you boys tonight, you got that? He continued, waving his wrinkled finger, "no shoutin' or dancin' or any of that other shit, y'hear?"

"Yes sir, of course" Cole nodded, and both Lewis and I rolled our eyes as the old bastard limped up the stairs.

"Well he's a barrel of laughs" Lewis snorted, and Cole gave us each a dirty look before the kid returned balancing three glasses in his hands.

"H... Here you go" he stuttered, still unable to look at us.

"Thanks, man" I smiled, taking one, "aren't you having one yourself?"

For the briefest of moments, his blue eyes landed on mine and his cheeks turned as red as hell.

"I... I'm only eighteen" he gulped, as though I'd asked him to sacrifice a lamb, "I'm not allowed".

"You're eighteen, bro" Lewis scoffed, "you're an adult".

Cole glared at us again as he took his own drink and sat down.

"Must be... Interesting to live up here, all alone" he said, and even he knew that wasn't true.

The kid gulped again and nodded.

"I have homework" he told us, which was rather odd on a Saturday, "I better get going".

We smiled at him as he backed out of the room and hurried up the stairs.

"What a fucking oddball" Lewis whispered, sipping, "but he makes a mean whiskey!"

As the three of us sat around nursing our aching feet and warming ourselves inside and out, the rain fell heavier and the night grew darker. By midnight, I realised how gross I felt, still sitting in my sweat from the hike.

"Do you think the old man will mind if I take a shower?" I asked the group, and Lewis shook his head, but Cole gawped.

"If you wake him up, I bet he'll have the weirdo kid chop you into a thousand tiny pieces".

It was a chance I was willing to take, so very quietly and ever so slowly, I took the stairs up to the bathroom. It was clear that the decor hadn't been changed since the sixties. Everything was that nasty mint green colour, but I wasn't particularly bothered by the interior design, so I stripped down quickly and stepped into the shower.

As I was washing away the dirt from the hike, I couldn't help but focus on how fucking horny I was. I considered beating off right there in the shower, but I didn't want to spend any longer up here than I needed to, so after tugging on my decent sized cock for a moment, I decided to pack it in, and just as I did, I saw him.

At first I thought it was a trick of the light. The kid from earlier was standing outside the door, looking at me through the mirror, with his pants around his thighs and his hand furiously stroking his cock. Evidently, he hadn't realised that I'd seen him, until I stopped and stared back.

He scarpered, tripping over himself as he ran back to his bedroom, and a few seconds later I heard the door slam, and jumped from the shower.

"What a little fucking pervert" I growled to myself, drying as quickly as I could.

I considered following him down to his bedroom and beating to living shit out of him, but what good would that do? The storm of the fucking century was brewing outside, and none of us were particularly excited by the prospect of sleeping in it.

I pulled my boxer briefs on, deciding to get dressed in the morning instead, and tip toed from the bathroom. When I reached the top step, I heard the sniffles.

I paused, listening closer as the kid sobbed in his bedroom, and rolled my eyes.

Had it been Lewis that had been spied on in the bathroom, the kid's face would be the size of a basketball by now, so he was damn lucky that it was me here instead. I considered continuing down the stairs, but the humanity in me made me stop.

"For fuck's sake" I growled, and turned back toward the landing.

From his crying, it was easy to tell which room he was in, and to give him a little taste of his own medicine, I decided that knocking was unnecessary, and pushed his door open instead.

"Why are you crying?" I asked him blankly, as his wet eyes widened, "I mean, you're the one who was spying on me!"

"I... I'm sorry" he whimpered, wiping his tear stained cheeks with his bedsheet, "p... Please don't tell my grandpa".

I cocked a brow.

"Why would I tell your grandpa?" I scoffed, and it looked like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.

"T... Thank you" he sniffed, "thank you".

"So... You get off on spying on people?" I pressed, and he shook his head.

As I stared at him, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. What type of life was this for a guy his age? Locked away up a mountain with an old man who clearly had no time for him. Maybe it was the altitude up here, but something changed in me.

"Does he know you're gay?" I asked, and his mouth fell open.

"I... I'm not!" He gasped, "I'm not gay!"

"Alright, alright, chill out" I laughed, "it's just that it was a pretty gay thing to do".

His cheeks became even redder, but I was finished torturing him.

"I'll be real with you, bro" I said, looking around his small, empty bedroom, "I haven't busted a nut in nearly a week, and I was about to do it in there until... Well until that".

He looked stunned, and continued to gawp at me as I strolled around the bedroom in only my underwear. I wasn't a stranger to people eyeing me up, but there was something oddly satisfying about teasing a young gay guy.

"So" I continued, "what are you gonna do about that?"

He seemed unable to form a sentence, until he eventually replied.

"Y... You can use my room" he said, "I'll wait outside if you want".

How did this kid survive high school?

"No" I replied, "no, that won't work".

He looked worried.

"How about this" I continued, taking the end of his bedsheet and slowly pulling it off him, "you get naked, I get naked, and I dump my load in you instead"

I don't think I've ever seen someone look so shocked. My guess was that he didn't even know his own name at that point.

When the sheet came away from him, he was left in only a pair of tattered looking pyjamas. He didn't move a muscle.

"Are you a virgin, Michael?" I asked him, and with a look of sheer humiliation, he nodded.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about that" I told him, "you're only eighteen. Plus, I can't imagine a lot of guys come through here".

He shook his head, and I could see that his entire body was trembling now. I was going to have to take charge here, but I was quite good at that, anyway.

"Come on, stand up" I said, and yanked him by the arm until we stood facing each other.

As Michael shook like a leaf, I began to unbutton his shirt. I had never before imagined myself getting intimate with a guy. I had nothing against the whole thing, I just never considered it before, but now that I was sliding his pyjama shirt down his arms, I realised that there wasn't much of a difference between a guy and girl, except the obvious.

When I reached for his bottoms, he flinched.

"It feels better than jerking off" I smiled, and he nodded as I pulled his bottoms down until he stood wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs.

This was the part that I had been slightly concerned about. I decided that the best thing to do now, was to simply go for it. I think I took both of us by surprise when I took his face in my hands and pushed my lips against his.

I waited for the wave of disgust to wash over me, but it never came. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting the toothpaste from him as he stood frozen in place. He was soft, too, real soft. My hands moved to his naked torso, pulling him tighter against my solid frame until he let out a sharp breath. I moved to his bottom, cupping his covered cheeks in both palms and squeezing them as he gasped quietly.

For a guy who had probably never even kissed anybody, when he finally found the courage to kiss me back, he did quite well.

With ease, I lifted him up and lay him down on the bed beneath me. His arms closed around the back of my neck, his legs wrapping around my waist, and for a few minutes, all we did was kiss passionately as the rain crashed against his bedroom window.

I slid my hands into the back of his briefs, kneading his soft cheeks and prying them apart. He was quite smooth, and very warm.

"I don't suppose you have any condoms?" I smiled, breaking the kiss finally.

He looked up at me with awe in his eyes, but shook his head.

"W... We could do it without one" he suggested nervously.

"I like that idea, Michael" I grinned, and with one swipe, his underwear was coming down his legs.

Instinctively, the young man grabbed his junk and went stiff on the bed as I pulled them off his ankles. When he was naked, I reached for his wrists and slowly pulled them away.

He wasn't big by any means, but it suited his size. He had a small splash of pubic hair, the same colour as the hair on his head, and a plump set of balls that looked almost as full as my own. When I looked back at him, his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Hey" I whispered, sliding my hand up his naked thigh, "relax, you're supposed to enjoy this".

He let out another breath and his body relaxed a little as I reached the crease of his leg. I watched as his cock began to twitch.

Once again, this wasn't something I'd ever pictured myself doing, but here we were, and if I was going to use his ass as a Fleshlight, then the least I could do was give him a taste of pleasure.

I took his hardening cock in my hand and squeezed it. Michael gasped, grabbing the sheets in his fist as I gave him his first ever handjob.

"Ohhhh" he purred, his slender hips thrusting on the bed, "t... That feels so good".

"You ain't seen nothing yet, kid" I sniggered, and without a second thought, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.

"Oh my!" He whimpered, his cock now rock hard as I swallowed it.

It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. In fact, it was quite easy compared to straining your tongue with a pussy. Each time I got all five inches of him into my throat, he gasped and moaned. Yeah, pleasuring guys was a much more satisfying experience.

I continued sucking Michael off for quite a while, and admittedly became quite fond of it, but my own cock was now begging for attention, and it was time to introduce Michael to my little problem.

You see, for quite a long time I've had a small issue. I used to be mortified by it until I realised how much chicks loved it, now it was my defining trait.

"Do you like pre-cum, Michael?" I asked with a smirk, and the sweaty youngster nodded eagerly as I squeezed some from his own cock onto my thumb.

"Good" I smiled, "because you're about to get a lot of it".

I sucked my thumb and noted that it tasted exactly like mine, and now it was time to drown poor Mikey in it.

I slid my underwear down until my eight inch erection flopped out, and he gawped at it.

"Holy frick!"

"Yeah" I nodded, "holy frick".

He couldn't take his eyes off it as I kneed my way up his body until I was straddling his head.

"No hands" I grinned, pinning his arms to his side with my thighs, "open your mouth".

Michael complied instantly, his eager tongue sticking out as I held my cock in my fist and squeezed.

His eyes widened as the floodgates opened and copious streams of thick, clear fluid spilled from my cumslit and drooled into his mouth. I had always been an extremely heavy cummer, and my pre-cum was no exception. The guys joked that I could fill a bathtub with the stuff, and although that may have been a bit of a push, I could certainly fill a pint glass.

Michael began swallowing it down hungrily as I jerked off over his face. My pre-spunk slung across his face, drenching him as he licked his lips and opened his mouth for more.

"Good boy" I whispered, rubbing his wet cheek as I continued to coat him, "you gonna stay like that for the night?" I smirked, and he nodded eagerly.

After bathing him in my juices for a little longer, it was time. I pushed my soaking cock head against his tongue and slid inside, and when I did, Michael moaned.

I can't say that he was the most skilled cock sucker in the world, but he did alright. In fairness, all he had to actually do was lie there as I fucked his face, but anything more than three or four inches caused him to gag violently, so I decided to hold back until I got into his hole.

The inexperienced blowjob lasted for about ten minutes before I felt myself reach the edge of orgasm. I could have flooded him there and then, but something about taking the guy's virginity was exciting me more than I cared to let on.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked him, as I shuffled back down the bed and lifted his leg up by his ankle.

He looked rather nervous as I pulled his cheeks apart with my free hand and caressed his smooth hole.

"I can cum in your mouth if you'd prefer?" I told him, but he shook his head and took a mammoth breath.

"Fuck me" he whispered, his cock still pouring into his bellybutton.

I grinned at him and sucked a finger into my mouth.

"I'll try not to hurt you" I breathed, and pressed my finger against his hole again. "Ready?"

He nodded and I pushed into his tight hole as his sphincter spread apart around my finger.

Christ, he was certainly tight. I'd done anal plenty of times before, but nobody had been like him. For a moment, I wondered if it would be physically possible to fuck him without causing irreparable damage, but when I managed to get two fingers inside him and he relaxed a little, I decided to go for it.

The second best thing about having an ungodly storage of pre-cum, was that I rarely ever needed lube. I pushed my cock against his opening and squeezed, and a moment later, it was dribbling down his crack and pouring onto the bed.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Mikey" I told him, rubbing his wrinkled, smooth sack and feeling the two small orbs inside begin to contract. "Just keep breathing, alright?"

The naked teen nodded and did his best to relax as I began to push against him. It was going to hurt him, and there was simply no way to avoid it, but I decided that if he looked to uncomfortable, I'd just jizz all over him instead.

I felt him open around my helmet, and could see the discomfort in his eyes, but he looked determined to continue, so I pushed further.

"Ohhh" he moaned, his face scrunched up.

"Is it too much?" I asked, though I'd only gotten a few inches into him. He shook his head.

It took quite a while before I managed to bury every inch of my eight inch cock into his tight, virgin hole. It felt wonderful for me, but judging by the sweat on the guy's forehead, I wasn't sure it felt the same for him.

I left it there for a while, leaning over and kissing him again as he became used to his hole being spread apart. I could feel him tense as we kissed, but by the time we finished, he had loosened up in more ways than one.

I pulled out slowly, watching his cute face for signs of pain, and when there were none, I slid back in. He gasped, but that was all.

In and out, slowly at first, but increasing in pace with each thrust. I couldn't deny that this was one of the most pleasurable holes that I'd ever fucked, and judging by the now content look on his face, I was guessing he felt the same.

Faster and faster I went until his old bed began to creak and Michael began to moan quite loud.

He held his hand over his mouth to dull the noise, until I had a better idea.

"I've been wearing these all day" I smirked, taking my boxer briefs and pushing them into his mouth, "hope you enjoy them".

His cock danced in the pool of his pre-cum, and I got to work drilling his hole. We were both drenched in sweat now, and I knew that it would be only a matter of seconds before I absolutely destroyed his insides with sperm.

I grabbed his hard cock as I pounded his ass, and jerked him hard. He squirmed on the bed, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as I brought him right to the edge. He tried to say something, likely alerting me to his approaching orgasm, but it was muffled in my sweaty underwear.

I felt his ring begin to contract around the base of my cock, and I knew that he had reached the point of no return.

I wanked him harder, fucking him with force, until he moaned, whimpered and almost cried as spurts of cum shot from his sensitive cock and drenched his chest.

The force of his hole clenching tipped me over the edge, and it began.

As Michael spilled his seed over his naked body, mine rushed into his hole and started to inflate his guts.

I couldn't control myself, I groaned loudly as I flooded him, and I knew now that he could feel the spunk enema as it filled him up.

As usual, it was over a minute before my cock drooled the last of my load into his wrecked hole, and by that point, it looked like he was on the verge of passing out from the pleasure of the whole thing. When I was finished, I dragged my drenching, flaccid cock from him, and with it, a large amount of cum came, too.

It gushed from him, pouring down his back and pooling on the bed, but the amount that had been dumped inside him, would remain there for days before it eventually came out.

I fell onto the bed next to him, but it was only a single, so the two of us were squashed as I took him under my arm and mindlessly played with his soft cock.

"I've never fucked a guy before" I said breathlessly.

"I've never been fucked by a guy before" he laughed back, returning the favour to my own, much larger cock.

"Do you drive, Michael?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I use my grandpa's truck".

"Good" I nodded, "because I think we should make this a regular thing, what do you say?"

The young man looked up at me, his eyes shining and wide, and grinned his biggest grin yet.

"I'd like that" he said, and placed his head on my sweaty chest, "I'd like that a lot".