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Crunnnchh! Suddenly I was jolted out of the thoughts buzzing around in my head about sales targets, budgets and stock problems. The car came to a grinding halt and a sickening feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. The noise from the motor had sounded very serious, and the way the engine died seemed to spell a permanent stop. “Fuck!” I declared loudly to the empty land around me. This whole trip had been a nightmare from start to finish, and now I was finally heading back to the city, this had to happen. I popped the bonnet and looked at the engine with the forlorn hope of someone who knew nothing about mechanics. The last town had been a good three hours back, and according to my map, the next outpost of civilization was at least a hundred kilometres ahead. “Fuck!” I shouted again, and kicked the driver’s side front tire hard. It didn’t fix anything, but it made me feel a little better. I reached for my mobile phone, but I knew before I even looked at it that there would be no signal out here. Why had I agreed to do this godforsaken run through the deserted plains of far western New South Wales? The few pitiful sales I had managed would hardly cover the cost of the trip and I was going to have hell to pay when I got back. I conveniently forgot that I had volunteered to take this trip, seeing it as a chance to get out of the city for a couple of weeks. I looked back along the dirt road I had traveled, then forward where it stretched before me, straight as an arrow between low hills. Nothing. Empty. I hadn’t passed another vehicle in either direction all day. “Fuck!” In desperation, I looked about me. I don’t know what I thought I was going to find, but there was nothing there. It dawned on me that I was probably in a serious situation. It was hot and getting hotter, and I had no shade and very little food or drink. Resolving to do something other than just sitting and waiting, I locked my work bags and paperwork in the boot of the car, grabbed the three-quarter full bottle of mineral water from the front seat, and started walking toward the hills I could see about 5 km further ahead on the road. I was reasonably fit, and okay to walk for the moment. After all, I worked out three times a week in the gym at home, I was young and healthy, and surely someone would come along eventually. The hills I had spotted turned out to be closer to 10 km away, and by the time I reached them I was covered in sweat, my clothes dirty from the dust of the road, and most of the water I had brought with me was gone. On top of that, my very expensive dress shoes were rubbing against my ankles and starting to develop noticeable soft spots on the sole. The hills offered no sign of hope or assistance, and as I reached the top, all I could see in front of me was the long straight road, stretching kilometres to the horizon with not a sign of movement anywhere. Resigned, I started downhill, but before I had gone 100 metres my heart jumped. Off to the left a set of wheel ruts headed across country, disappearing over the side of the rise. It was hardly civilization, but to my eyes those marks meant salvation: Hopefully a farmhouse or cabin not too far away. I set off along the trail with renewed determination and energy. That determination faded as I trudged along the dirt path of the tire tracks. I was tired, thirsty. My feet were killing me, my fancy shoes almost disintegrating under me. I had lost track of how far I had gone, but had been walking for hours in the searing heat, taking a break every now and then under the occasional tree that grew not too far from the path before setting out again. I began to wonder if the tracks led anywhere at all, and my mind drifted back to the hassles of work. All the problems I had with my job didn’t seem so bad now, when I seriously started to wonder if I was going to die out here, my body rotting away until someone found the bare bones in months or even years from now. As I stumbled along, my head down and lost in morbid thoughts, I didn’t realise that the path I was following was climbing toward a low ridge. As I reached the top and began back down the other side, I tripped on the uneven ground and fell to my knees. Covered in dirt and sweat, exhausted from my trek through the fierce heat of the day, I began to sob in despair and hopelessness. I wanted to just lie down and die there in the heat and the dirt. Forcing myself up onto my hands and knees, I lifted my head, and saw paradise. At least that was how it seemed. Below me was a small valley between the surrounding hills. A gentle stream flowed quietly along the valley floor, and on a flat piece of land not far from the water sat a small stone cottage, surrounded by a well-tilled garden of vegetables and fruit trees. I looked at it in my exhausted state, wondering if it was a mirage. I reached out as if to touch the picture, and collapsed. When I woke again I thought I must have dreamed the whole thing: I was lying in a soft bed, the room was dark. I looked around, and realised my feet were in pain. It had been no dream; more a nightmare. I struggled to get up and as I did a huge bear of a man walked in. He was stunning: bare except for a pair of loose, skimpy shorts and singlet, with bulging arms and massive, defined chest, a square jaw and twinkling eyes. “I see you’re awake. How are you feeling?” he asked, concern in his voice. “Much better, now,” I answered, my eyes drinking in the view of his powerful frame so close to me. I managed a smile. “Thanks to you, I guess.” “Found you at the top of the rise a few hours ago. Your feet were pretty bad – those bloody fancy shoes no good for walking in,” he said it as a statement but the dismissal of my footwear was almost contempt. “Yeah, I know. I didn’t intend to be walking in them. My car broke down and I walked for hours and hours trying to find help. I just need to use a phone, call for help.” “No phone here,” he said simply, “no contact with ‘outside’ for over a week, when Jim comes past.” “Jim?” “The postman. Brings me my supplies every two weeks. You’re stuck here until then.” I looked him up and down again. Marooned miles from anywhere with this man. Not so bad, I thought. I wondered whether there was anyone else here, a wife, girlfriend, boyfriend? I tried to stand, but fell forward, my feet aching. He caught me as I dropped, his arms under mine, and lifted me bodily back onto the bed. “Your feet should be okay tomorrow, but you need a good night’s rest to recover from the walking in the heat. And some food.” With that he walked from the room, and I heard some movements from the next room, and smeled meat being cooked. When he came back, he looked at me carefully again. “Are you up to being carried to the table?” “Uh Huh.” I nodded. He bent and placed one massive arm under my knees, the other around my back and lifted me as if I were a baby, carefully negotiating the doorway and setting me down at a table in the living area of the cottage, where a plate loaded with food was waiting for me. “Thanks, so much,” I said gratefully. “What’s your name?” “Dan.” As we ate, we chatted. Or at least, I chatted. Dan ate slowly, saying little but to answer my questions with simple one-word responses. He was very much the strong silent type. I learnt that he lived alone, that he had moved here from the city more than five years ago and was almost completely self-sufficient. He grew his own fruit and vegetables, kept a few pigs and sheep and chickens, and a cow for milking. There was an array of solar power cells on the roof, which fed a bank of batteries under the house where he had a small refrigerator and freezer in a tiny cellar. He used candles and hurricane lamps for light when needed, and chopped wood for heating and cooking. He had a news magazine delivered every fortnight to keep up with the events of the world, and lived quietly alone on this land. As I ate and talked, gleaning snippets of information from him, I took the chance to observe his body again. He was tanned and fit, covered in a fine mat of dark hair, his large chest and wide shoulders evidence of hard work and developed strength. Back home, he would have been the kind of man I’d chase, but without the re-assurance of familiar territory such as the bars and clubs I frequented, I wasn’t sure how he might react to any advances, so I just looked and dreamed for now. With the meal finished, he left me at the table to clean the plates away, returning with a couple of glasses and a bottle of whisky. “Drink this,” he commanded, “it’ll help you sleep, speed up your recovery.” With the benefit of a full stomach, the exhaustion of the day was coming back and I doubted I would need assistance with sleeping, but I drank anyway, thanking him again, and toasting his help. “To you, thank you for saving me,” I said, holding up my glass. He simply nodded and drained the tumbler. Within minutes I was yawning, and Dan stood, picking me up easily and carrying me back to the bed where he laid me on the soft covers, before exiting the room again. I fell asleep quickly, a sense of safety coming over me in this place. I dreamed of him, holding me, carrying me, saving me from unknown dangers. In my dreams he banished the unseen evils, coming to me and hugging me tightly, then kissing me. First he was naked, and then suddenly he made love to me, hard and strong. I woke in the dark, my cock throbbing and aroused from the fantasy, but I was alone and the cottage was silent and black. Hoping I hadn’t called out in my sleep, I turned over again and went back to slumber, this time dreamless and deep, and didn’t wake again until the light of morning was pushing through the window behind my head. I stretched my arms out, and the events of the day before came to mind. I looked around, but could not see Dan through the open bedroom door. Standing gingerly, I found that my feet, whilst still tender, were much better, and I stood slowly, cautiously. Padding into the adjoining living area, I looked around. No sign of my rescuer, but the room was tidy, the evidence of last night’s meal gone. The room itself was large and spacious, and another closed door suggested a third room in the house. The front door was open, and the morning sun beckoned as I stepped onto the patio, feeling surprisingly refreshed. My eyes were drawn to the sparkle of the stream about 50 metres away, and as I looked, Dan appeared from the water, and headed back to the house. I tried not to gape, tried to act nonchalant, but the man who had appeared in my dreams last night was walking toward me, stark naked and glistening with a myriad pinpoints of light as the droplets of water fell from his magnificent body. His hands were over his face as he wiped the water away, but my stare was drawn elsewhere. His powerful shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, before widening again to strong, muscled legs. A long thick cock dangled at his groin, nestling in the same dark hair that covered the rest of his body. Beneath the film of hair, his skin was tanned a deep colour, all over! He was stunning, and despite my caution, I felt my dick beginning to stir. Suddenly he looked up, spotted me there, looking at him. “Uh, sorry,” he said, looking around for a towel or cover that wasn’t there, suddenly self-conscious. “I thought you were still asleep.” I smiled for a second at his discomfort. “Just admiring the view!” I declared, without thinking. He looked quickly at me at that comment, and I tried to recover by adding, “the morning sun on the trees and the creek…” “Oh, yeah,” he agreed, uncertainly. “How do you feel?” “Much, much better, thanks.” I turned slightly pretending not to notice, as he got closer, reaching for a pair of shorts that had been discarded on the steps. “That looks great,” I said, indicating the water on his body, and the stream below, “is it okay if I take a dip as well; clean up a bit?” “Of course,” he smiled, beginning to pull the shorts on. With my heart in my mouth, I took a chance. “Don’t cover up for my benefit,” I said. “It looks like you spend a bit of time in the sun, and I might join you,” I pointed to him generally, letting him know I had noticed his all-over tan. “Thanks,” he said, a hint of both relief, and something else in his voice. “I figure that out here there’s no point in clothes unless they’re needed for warmth or protection, so I usually go without.” “Sounds good to me,” I stated, trying to sound careless about it. “Time for my swim.” I tried to casually strip, like it was something I did every day, and at the same time willed myself not to get excited and embarrass myself with an erection. I carefully trod the soft grassy path to the edge of the water, took a deep breath and waded in. The water was cool, but not freezing, and I happily sank into it, feeling the clean fresh stream wash over my body. Dan had followed me back down to the water’s edge, and sat on the grass, watching me as I splashed about. “Are you coming back in?” I called to him. “Nah, just keeping an eye out since you don’t know the river,” he stated, reclining on the grass, obviously comfortable in his nakedness. “C’mon,” I called to him, jumping upright, “show me how it’s done!” He was taken by surprise at the swiftness of my movement, but quickly snapped out of it, breaking into a grin and following me. As I surfaced a huge splash greeted me as he plunged into the water close by where I floated. I gasped and laughed in the waves he created, waiting for him to come up for air before shooting another armful of bubbling water toward him. We laughed and played in the cool, lifesaving water, splashing each other, and jumping about. I pushed him backwards and he flailed around trying to keep his footing. When he stood back up he reached over and jumped up, finding my head and pushing me under the water. Trying to bring him with me, I automatically threw my arms around him to drag him under as well. As I did, I felt his body within my grasp, felt his cock against my chest, and I trembled. I let go, and stood up quickly, unsure of how to react. He also stood up, surprise on his face at the sudden lack of fight from me. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. I nodded quietly, and smiled. “Just a little out of breath I guess” I lied, and began to make my way to the bank. The touch of him against me had sent thrills through me and I trembled still at the memory of his strength, and his touch. As I clambered from the water, I was horrified to realise that I was sporting an erection, and that nothing I could do or think would make it go away. Awkwardly, I stepped up onto the grass, keeping my back to him. I heard the splashing as he too made his way from the water. He seemed to be taking his time. He called out to me, “Ian?” Without looking, still trying to hide my raging horn, I called back “Yeah?” “Turn around!” he spoke in a quiet but commanding tone. There was something in his voice I couldn’t place. Trembling, uncertain, and feeling very exposed, I slowly faced him. Only a step behind me, he stood there, droplets falling from his powerful frame, his eyes seeking out my own, his cock proud and thick, standing out from his body, pointing toward me and throbbing. He looked at my face, down to my raging hard-on, and back up again. A smile appeared at his mouth. “I thought so …” he grinned, and I laughed, sheepishly then more confident as realisation dawned. He stepped up to me, his arms going around me and he drew my body against his, our poles mashing and rubbing together as he hugged me. I looked up into his eyes, and leaned upward, my lips touching his. As our mouths met, hidden desire was unleashed, and his tongue was invading my teeth, forcing my mouth open. I fought back with my own tongue, exploring his lips, his gums, his teeth, tasting him as my hands regained their life and my fingers clawed at his back, digging into the firm muscled skin, gripping at the orbs of his butt cheeks. We were locked together, standing there, mauling each other in the bright sunlight, beside the creek, and I was aroused beyond measure. This huge man, his arms around me as he kissed me, was so strong, so desirable, and there was no-one for hundreds of kilometres in any direction to disturb us. I ached with the urge to hold him, to kiss him and please him. I pulled my mouth from his, and lowered my face to his chest. Licking and sucking at the firm skin as my hands wandered up and down his back, pressing and squeezing. His head rolled back and murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips as I nibbled at him. His hands were on my shoulders as he massaged my skin and played with my neck, pulling me against him and grinding his massive erection against me. I found his nipple and began to suck at it, biting softly then releasing, blowing on the hard brown skin and licking again. He gasped quietly at the pleasure, whimpering like a child. Sinking to my knees, my hands gripped his cheeks as I sought his manhood. The trembling, throbbing pole of masculinity twitched in front of my face. The first drops of precum appearing at his slit as I stared at this monstrous love rod. I licked out and scooped the sticky ooze from him, tasting his very essence. Blowing a stream of warm breath over his cockhead, I began to lick slowly along the length of his shaft, feeling the veins full of blood under my tongue. I nibbled again at him, pulling gently at the skin of his weapon with my teeth, and finding his large rolling nuts in their wrinkled hairy sack. Swallowing each in turn, I rolled them around in my mouth, caressing them with my lips and massaging his jewels with saliva. He shuddered at my attention, his hands coming to the sides of my face as he lifted me away gently. There was a look of urgent need in his eyes as he lowered me to the soft ground, and scooted around so that his knees were beside my head. Leaning over me, his huge cock dangled toward my mouth again, and I slurped my tongue up, catching the tip of his rod and suckling at it. He lowered his face toward my groin, seeking and finding my aching cock, and sinking his mouth down over me quickly, coating my prick in moisture and swallowing it into his eager mouth. As the bliss of his throat closing over me sent tingles through my body, I lifted my head and took him into me. Relaxing as best I could, I fought the urge to gag and with my hands on his butt I pulled him down into me, felt his mighty cock sink into my throat as I massaged him with my tongue and drew my teeth along the edges of his shaft, scraping at his sensitive skin and eliciting more moans of joy from him. He tensed quickly, tried to lift himself off, but I held onto his arse and pulled him down again. His cock was huge, and I could feel my airway cut off as I did my best to take the full length of him into me. In any other position it would have been impossible, but lying there as I was, my head tilted backward, my throat was as open as it could possibly be, and somehow I managed to allow him to sink to his full length. As he did, I constricted my muscles around that huge meat, gripping at him and sucking, enveloping his entire manhood in the velvety warmth of my throat. Filled with him as I was, I could feel his mouth working at my prong, slurping at me and coating me with saliva. I was in heaven as my throbbing, aching prick was suckled into his mouth and licked and kissed with fervour. Holding tightly to him, we ‘sixty-nined’ on the grass, in the sun, lost in the enjoyment of each other. Using the leverage he had, being on his hands and knees above me as I lay flat on the ground, Dan began to bob up and down on my trembling cock, and at the same time he eased in and out of my mouth, building up a steady fucking motion as he humped at me. I felt his urgency increase as my hands roamed over his wonderful muscular body, felt his need and guessed that it had been a long time since he had enjoyed the delight of coupling with another. Faster and faster he began to thrust into my throat. I grabbed at his firm, semi-circular butt cheeks, kneading the flesh as he thrust, and slurping up and down his long hot prong as it slid in and out of my mouth. Sensing his growing desire, I allowed my teeth to again scrape at his skin, letting the hardness slide along him, not to hurt but to excite. As I did, he let out a long strangled moan, my cock vibrating within his throat as he did, then he thrust forward suddenly, his already huge cock growing even more. I felt the trembling, knew what was happening. He tried to pull back, but I held firm and was rewarded with a flood of salty manjuice as his nuts boiled over and emptied themselves into me. I swallowed quickly again and again, drinking his essence, determined to milk him dry. He twitched and shuddered, but never let me slip from him as his orgasm peaked. I gulped and swallowed and gulped again, the giant load of built up juice within him threatening to drown my efforts to take it all. The taste of him, the feeling of his attentive lips on my cock, the powerful shaking of his climax was so erotic, so exciting that I could not hold back much longer. I felt the wave of passion flowing through me, and humped upward suddenly, driving my cock into his gullet urgently. He responded my diving down further onto me, and I lost control, my cock exploding and emptying my load of jism into his throat as he drank of me. I shuddered and shot again and again as he sucked at me, the exquisite pleasure rocking me to the core as his mighty cock remained lodged within me, drained but still hard. Finally I bucked again and collapsed, exhausted. Gently he lifted himself from me, swinging around to lie beside me, and we kissed again. The taste of my cum was on his tongue, and his own ejaculate coated my mouth. We shared each other, mixed ourselves and drank a cocktail of our very essence from each other. Together, side by side, we lay there as our pricks eased from turgidity, softening in time to our sated needs as we recovered in the warm sun by the pool of cool water. Dan lay there beside me, both of us flat on our backs. “Ian,” he said, quietly, “thank you!” There was a real depth of emotion in his voice. “Thank YOU!” I said earnestly. “That was wonderful.” “It’s just that it’s been a long time …” his unfinished sentence spoke volumes. I rolled onto my side, and let my hand play across his chest, twirling in the hair on his pecs, before sliding down to his groin, where I playfully squeezed his long but now flaccid cock. “How about another swim?” I asked. He smiled at me, and together we dived into the pool, washing away the remnants of our sex, and cooling down from the growing heat of the day. After a few minutes in the refreshing stream, we climbed out again, and this time he drew me to a shaded spot under some trees. “You need to be careful,” he warned. “My skin is used to the sun, but you’ll burn quickly and I don’t have anything to help.” Sitting there still naked and completely unselfconscious, we relaxed together, and a new Dan emerged. He seemed now to be much happier to talk, and I sat and listened as he explained how he worked in the early morning and late afternoon, relaxing during the heat of the day. He happily chatted about his gardens and animals, how he managed to stay self-sufficient for most things anyone could possibly want, how he enjoyed the relaxed life and peace of his little paradise here in this secluded valley. I listened as he spoke, fascinated and envious as I thought of my hurried, stressful lifestyle back at home in the city. “You must get lonely sometimes,” I mused during a break in his monologue. “Yeah,” he stopped, his brow furrowing. “But what will be will be.” I wondered at that, wondered at what past memories caused him to become so thoughtful. For a while we were both silent, just lying there, enjoying the proximity of each other, my hand on his stomach, his arm under my head. He brightened a little after a time, and asked about my life. I told him, reluctantly, about my job, my home, complained about the stress and the pressure, whined about the lack of anyone special in my life. Still he listened with interest, asking questions and making comments as we chatted easily. The heat of the day grew, and even though we were sheltered from the direct sun, the heat still drained and tired us, until he stood again, lifting me bodily and carrying me laughing and pretending to struggle, into the stream to cool off again. Another swim, another refreshing play in the water, and we lay back on the grass under the trees, drying quickly in the heat. Arms draped across each other, we dozed and chatted and whiled away the afternoon happily together. As the afternoon began to cool, Dan set about his basic chores, tending to the animals and showing me where to find the ripened fruit and vegetables we would use for our meal. We ate and talked, enjoying the company. I felt so comfortable and so at home with this huge man, and I knew he enjoyed the unusual pleasure of another human’s company. After our meal I helped him clean up, and then we walked in the late evening light, hand in hand, still naked and free, as he showed me around the property close by his home. It was a warm night and as the stars came out I marveled at the tranquility of the place, and the incredible sense of freedom that came from simply walking and talking under the stars, naked and together. Dan turned to me, his arms going around me, and he hugged me to him without a word. I nestled against this bear of a man, felt his body against my own, enjoyed the strength of him. Instinctively, my dick began to harden, pressing against his leg. I felt the corresponding growth of his organ, and pressed even harder against him, murmuring quietly as I did, and sliding my arms around him, my head resting against his neck. Silently, he stopped and reached, scooping me up in his powerful arms. I threw one arm around his neck, and let myself be carried like a child into the cottage. He moved straight to the large comfortable bed, and settled me on it carefully, leaning over me as he did and kissing me. I returned the kiss, holding him tightly and tasting him. His mouth was moist, his passion urgent as we kissed, and I could feel his need in the quiver of his body. With my arms around his neck I tried to draw him down onto me, lifting my legs around his torso and guiding him against me. His eyes locked on mine, a question in them, and I answered it with a silent nod. Eagerly now, he reached for a drawer beside the bed and scooped some cream from a jar onto his cock, smearing a second glob of the gel against my twitching hole. Even as he continued to kiss me, he slid his body into position and I assisted him by gripping his body with my legs. As the solid head of his cock pressed against my rectum, I pushed back against him, relaxing and willing myself to open. He was huge, his large thick prong steel hard and throbbing, and I knew it would hurt, but I was determined to have him, all of him. Slowly he moved against me, trying to be gentle. My resisting muscles slowly gave way as his cockhead squeezed between my sphincter. I winced at the pain, but held my breath and kept pushing back against him. With a popping sensation I felt the head of his meat breach my defenses. I let out a long breath as he stilled and waited for me to adjust. I felt as though I was being split apart, but I breathed deeply and quickly and held him tightly. Before long, amazingly enough, my body began to accustom itself to the invasion of his massive tool. Almost as if a switch had been thrown, the pain receded, replaced by the most incredible sensation of being filled. The wonderful tingling of excitement and arousal swept through me as I accepted him within me and my body began to enjoy the sensational fulfillment from his pole. Reassuring him with a kiss, and pulling him to me again, I relaxed around him as he began to move forward, the long thickness of his meat slipping between my muscles and slowly, sensuously entering me, rubbing against my prostate as he filled my cavern with his gigantic love rod. Gasping with delight, I urged him on, whispering his name, hissing encouragement as he entered me. In he slid, deeper and deeper. I marveled at the length of him, marveled at my own ability to accept this huge invader, and more, to enjoy it so much. My whole body tingled as he pressed onward and inward, supporting his weight on his arms and leaning into me. Finally, with a long exhaled breath, he sank his full length into my body, his large rolling nuts coming to rest against my butt cheeks. “Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed, and I smiled at him. “Fuckin’ oath!” I responded. “You are fucking hot, my man,” I hissed at him as he steadied himself within me, trembling and adjusting to the sensations as his cock was wrapped in the wet heat of my gut. “Fuck me, Dan!” I whispered at him, our eyes locked on each other. He nodded, and slowly began to pull back, then pushed himself in again. As he did, I clenched my arsehole around that mighty pole, gripped at him with all my might. He moaned softly with pleasure, and pulled back again, soon falling into a steady rhythm as he thrust and withdrew to thrust again, sending waves of pleasure through me with each motion. The friction of his cock against my hole ignited the flames of passion and I humped against him as his tempo gradually increased. With the growing speed he also intensified the strength he expended on our fucking. Harder, stronger, deeper he pumped, his movement growing until he was pounding at me, and I begged him for more. I whimpered and called out his name, gripping at him and he responded with harder deeper shoving, forcing that massive rod of flesh into me, taking control of my body as he sank himself into the hilt within me. His entire body quivered, the beads of sweat forming on his chest and face as he ploughed his gigantic weapon into me. I responded to him like an animal, hissing and gripping, humping back. He pounded up and down, a pile driver as he plunged his turgid pole into my yielding flesh. We gasped and moaned together, locked in our embrace, rutting in pure animal lust as we surrendered to the base instincts of our masculinity and joined each other in raging growling passion, fucked each other and became one in our fuck, coupled and shuddering, roaring and heaving. We formed a single trembling howling beast as we locked together and fought against the rising tide of all-encompassing sex. As Dan’s mighty weapon impaled me, the spears of pleasure shot through my nerves like so much electricity. I shuddered and gasped with the pure joy of his assault, my ravaged arse gripping at the invading monster and thrilling to the power of his thrusts. Moaning and aching, I felt the inevitable approach of climax as my balls roiled and contracted, but was unprepared for the sudden avalanche of passion when it hit me. Without time to call out a warning to the man who mated with me, my body convulsed in ecstatic pleasure and my cock erupted, sending a stream of jizz shooting up and over my gut, spraying creamy globules of man-cum over me and over Dan as he continued to hump and pound at me. The ferocity of my orgasm amazed me, and delighted my lover. As I twitched and shook, my arse clamped tight around Dan’s invading spear, but it only served to encourage him. He watched as I came, not letting up in his pumping thrusting fuck, calling out “yeah, fuck, yeah” as I blew my load over us both. My peak had passed and my load was spent, and still he fucked at me. I lay back in total bliss as the huge man took possession of my body, and I became the owner of his cock, clenching and gripping at him as he pounded. Lost in extended ecstasy, I reached up to him, and my fingers found his large erect nipples. Taking them between my fingers I pinched and twisted each together, pulling at the hard brown flesh. Dan’s eyes shot open wide at the pleasurable pain in his chest. He let out a bellow to wake the dead and crashed his entire body hard against my ravaged arse, his entire throbbing swollen love pole buried deeper than ever into my waiting cavern. A second yell escaped him, and with that he exploded. Waves of searing white hot manjuice slaked from his rampant cock, propelled forward by the huge rolling nuts scrunched tightly against my arse cheeks. A river of his essence poured into me as he bucked and gasped against me, his eyes glazing and his breath short. Again and again he snorted and twitched as he came, emptying his seed into me, spending his strength and depositing himself deep within my bowels. Eventually, even the most incredible experiences must end, and as Dan’s peak passed, he looked down at me, seeing me again as if for the first time. He withdrew from my body, the slurping wet sounds as his cock exited my hole a final joy. Collapsing beside me on the large comfortable bed, his hand went to my chest, holding me possessively. “Fuckin’ hell, thank you!” he gasped out. “Thank you, stud!” I said with feeling. We lay there for ages, recovering in post coital bliss, sated and spent, sharing the lingering joy of ultimate intimacy. Eventually, sleep came upon me, a deep, restful sleep that comes from being totally content and at ease with the world. The next day, we woke together, and I jumped up with him, following him around as he set to the neglected chores that needed doing in order to keep his world running smoothly. With the animals fed, and the garden tended, he checked on supplies and wood, declaring that we would need to get out and chop some more that afternoon. Soon enough, the heat of the day began to rise again, and together we headed for the creek, to swim and bathe and rest. It occurred to me that I had been completely naked for the last 24 hours, as had he, yet I felt it to be completely natural and comfortable, and not at all self-conscious. After a swim and a rest in the shade, we made love again. This time he was tender, almost gentle in his attentions, but before long we were humping and bucking together with unashamed masculine pleasure as we achieved climax simultaneously, each of us yelling and screaming with joy as pleasure crashed upon us. My arse was surprisingly resilient, his huge cock leaving me not so much sore as aching for more. The cream he used for lubricant was a type of revitalising vitamin cream that helped my ravaged hole recover quickly. Over the next days, we did everything together. We chopped wood and carted it back to the cottage. We picked vegetables and fruits, we tended the animals and collected eggs from the chickens. We walked for hours in the cool evenings as he showed me the extent of his land; we swam in the wonderful creek. And we made love. Over and over again. In the middle of the day by the creek. In the early evening on a hill overlooking the house. At night in a grassy field under the stars. In his gigantic bed he held me and fucked me and made love to me, and I ached with happiness, my life in the city forgotten. I quickly found that he produced copious amounts of pre-cum, and within a few days, my body was becoming accustomed to his size to the extent that we were able to fuck easily without the need for artificial lubrication, his very juice enough to slick my entrance and allow him passage. The days passed quickly; too quickly. I was fascinated by this place, by this man. But at the back of my mind was the nagging knowledge that ‘rescue’ would come soon enough, and that I would have to return to the real world as I knew it. About a week after I had stumbled onto this hidden paradise, Dan and I were together again, on a hill on the other side of the creek from his cottage. Below us the stream sparkled in the fading light of the day as we made love yet again. I was sitting atop him, my legs straddling his sides as I bobbed up and down, his massive prong buried deep inside me. I made him lie there while I controlled our exertions, using my position as leverage to lift off his cock slightly before using my body as a hammer to impale myself on the mighty manhood filling me. As he approached his crescendo I recognised the now familiar signs, his eyes closing half way and glazing over with ecstasy, his cock swelling to impossible proportions. I held back as best I could fighting against the rising urge in my boiling nuts until I felt the shuddering twitch of his explosion below me, and at that moment I let go myself. As he rocketed shot after shot of himself into me, a geyser of white cream leapt from my prick and washed over his firm tanned gut and powerful chest. I swore that his cum was being sucked into my body and then spewed back out again through my aching, tingling cock. As we subsided from our frenzied fucking, I stayed where I was, not moving, not allowing him to withdraw. I clenched my weakened sphincter tight around that gigantic pole of flesh and leaned forward, kissing him fervently while I gripped his very masculinity within me. As I sat upright again, with him still encased in my hot wet chute, I smiled softly at his brawny features. “Thank you, Dan, for everything.” “I enjoyed it just as much as you,” he started, “probably more.” “No, I don’t just mean the sex, I mean for the whole week. For sharing your life with me, for letting me know just how wonderful life can be,” I said quietly, fighting back moisture in my eyes. He began to try to move, but despite his size I was on top of him, and still had his manhood trapped within me. I squirmed a little, which brought moans of enjoyment from both of us, and refused to let him move. “You know,” he began thoughtfully, quietly, “Jim will be here tomorrow, so you can get out with him, get back to the city.” “Yeah,” I replied, reluctantly. “Still, it will mean you can get back to your normal life, without me hanging around to bug you.” He seemed about to protest, then bit his lip. “Back to being alone again. I guess that’s what fate had lined up for me when I came here,” he said wistfully. “Didn’t you realise when you moved here that it would be a lonely life?” I asked, wondering at his change of mood. “No,” he stopped, thought for a while, silently. I wriggled again on top of him. Amazingly, despite our combined ejaculation, his cock was still quite hard, and buried within me. I loved the feeling of it there even as we relaxed, our fucking spent for the moment. I wondered what it would be like to have him lodged within my body forever and smiled at the folly of such a thought. “Come on, stud,” I urged him, as I clenched my sphincter around his cock yet again, “in this position, I can expect anything from you. What’s on your mind?” He grinned at my words, shifted himself below me so that he could make a half-hearted thrust inwards again. “I didn’t come here to be alone,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I moved here to get away from it all, but I had someone special in my life then, and wanted us to have this place together. I thought that because I loved it he would, too. But when he got here, he hated it. No television, no bars, no nightlife as he knew it. He tried, but after about a month, he couldn’t take it anymore and left.” There were tears in his eyes, and my hand reached for his face, wiping his cheek, as I encouraged him with silent sympathy. “I went back to the city with him,” Dan continued, “but it wasn’t the same. He treated me differently, always wanting to go out, to be around other people. He wasn’t interested in being alone with me, even in town. Three weeks after we got back, he told me he wanted to break off our relationship, that it was obvious we had differing dreams. He couldn’t bring himself to imagine us being together long term. So, I packed up what little I still had, and came here, and haven’t left since. That was five years ago, and until this week I hadn’t really noticed just how lonely it is!” My heart ached for this man. Here I was, under the open sky, his very manliness clenched within my body, and he had opened his soul to me. I leaned forward over him and kissed him softly on the lips. Looking into his eyes, I began, “Dan, I …” He cut me off quickly. “Don’t!” he said. “This week has been wonderful. Let’s enjoy what we have, and then tomorrow you’ll go back to the city, and I’ll go back to what I’ve known for years.” We made love again later that night, before I fell into a restless sleep, the first time since my arrival that I hadn’t slept deeply and well. The next morning, Dan forgot his chores as he held me tight and made love to me again on his large comfortable bed, a long drawn out lovemaking that kept us both at a peak of enjoyment for hours before we finally surrendered to our natural urges and exploded with a ferocious intensity together. We bathed in the creek together, and then Dan dug out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for himself. “Jim usually gets here late morning,” he said simply. As I pulled on the clothes I had abandoned so long ago, I felt quite strange. It was almost foreign, wearing material against my skin after having been completely naked for over a week. I scratched involuntarily against the unfamiliar fabric on my flesh. Jim’s arrival was heralded by the puttering of his ancient truck as it topped the rise behind the house. When he pulled to a stop and began to unload some bags of feed and mail and other supplies Dan had ordered on his last visit, I stepped out to meet him. His face showed real surprise at finding someone else there. Dan told him how I had shown up almost dead after walking in when my car broke down. “You own the brown Ford left on the side of the road?” Jim asked. When I nodded he whistled. “You’re lucky you made it here at all if you were walking during the middle of the day. I passed that car this morning, was going to report it to the police when I got back to town. Must be a good 30 kilometres from here.” Dan looked at me in surprise that I had come so far. Soon enough, the business was done, and Jim was ready to head out again. “Come on my boy,” he said, “we’ll have you in town by this evening, and back in the city tomorrow no doubt.” Suddenly, I felt sick. This was the moment, and I had to leave. “Just a second,” I said, then to Dan: “Can you help me grab some stuff inside?” My eyes pleaded with him to understand, and he did. Inside the cabin, out of Jim’s sight, I threw my arms around the big bear who had saved my life. Hugging him tightly. He hugged me back, fighting his emotions. I looked up into his eyes and saw the tears starting. Brushing it away with my finger, I whispered “Thank you so much, for EVERYTHING!” The emphasis was sincere and intense. He smiled, and a look of resignation came over him. “Get going,” he said quietly, giving me a light-hearted slap on my butt, squeezing as he did. The trip with Jim back to town was quiet, as my mind raced with the different thoughts of what had happened over the last week or so. He must have sensed something because he said little, until we were almost at our destination. Breaking his silence, he took a breath, and said, almost casually, “You know, he’s a damn good man, that Dan. Someone broke his heart a long while ago, but I figure it’s about time he deserved to have some real happiness again.” I looked suddenly at this wizened old man, not sure if I had understood correctly what he was implying. He faced me squarely and went on. “We ain’t as backward out here as you city folks seem to think. Plenty of times when dogs ‘n’ horses ‘n’ whatever mate male to male. Seems to me if nature made someone that way, there’s no reason to try to change it, and if two men find themselves together, and they’re both happy, then everyone else should be happy for them. I just don’t want to see Dan destroyed a second time. He’s a good man.” I smiled slowly at the man driving this ancient truck. “It seems to me there’s a few good men in these parts. Thanks.” Finally we reached ‘town’ – a tiny village of a few houses and a general store. And a telephone! I called my boss, and then got onto the local mechanic. Apparently my company had been getting very concerned and was about to report me to the police as a missing person. The mechanic declared my car a lost cause, so I told him he could have it for scrap or whatever he wanted to do with it. I bummed a ride to the nearest large town, then a train back to the city. At work I was hailed a hero almost, people babbling with concern and pretended sympathy, nodding wisely about the dangers of traveling in the remote western plains, and praising the safety of city life. The attention and sympathy lasted all of a day and a half before more pressing matters took over, like missed sales targets, falling prices and unmet budgets. My flat was unchanged. Despite my having been away for almost a month, nothing was different. A few friends complaining that I hadn’t returned calls, but that was all. No one had even missed me to any real extent. Three weeks after I had returned, it was if I hadn’t been away at all, except for one thing – every night I dreamed of a huge hairy man, naked under the sun, who loved me and protected me and made me happier than I had ever been. On a particularly miserable morning at work, my boss confronted me, anger all over his face. “These figures are shit!” he declared, throwing a spreadsheet of projected sales onto my desk. “If you can’t come up with something better than this, then I wonder whether you have much of a future here.” I looked at him, barely able to hold my contempt. As he stormed away, I calmly packed up my personal belongings and walked out without a word to anyone in the place. At home, a note was pushed under my door from the landlady reminding me that the rent was due again at the end of the week. The old bat constantly complained, and yet I had never been late once, and never bitched about her failure to make the repairs that she should have done around the place. I smiled to myself as I read her note, my resolve now complete. I bundled some personal mementos into a suitcase, emptied my meager bank account and thrust the cash into my pocket. At the railway station, I made two phone calls. One to my landlady. “Mrs Hamden? It’s Ian Mitchell from 6A. The place is all yours again, and I hope you find the tenant from hell, goodbye.” I hung up before she could even speak. The second was to my boss. “Hi there, it’s Ian Mitchell. I’ve thought about what you said about my future. You’re right. My future’s not with your company. I’m going back to a future. My future. Shove your sales targets up your bum so they can match the shit that comes out of your face.” I could hear the roar of his exploding anger as I slammed the receiver down in his ear. It took me two days and a lot of begging rides with mail contractors to get back to Jim’s little general store. As I walked through his door, he looked up calmly. “Took your time, didn’t you?” I laughed at him, with him, as my heart lifted again, and I felt close now to my dream. “I’m not due at Dan’s place for a couple of days, but I figure he could use a surprise,” smiled Jim. On the long drive out, I could barely keep the widening grin from my face. Jim said little, but I could tell he approved of my being here. As we topped the rise and the cottage came into view below, I suddenly thought. “You’d better give that horn a blast, let him know we’re here,” I said, remembering Dan would probably be naked, not expecting anyone for days. Jim smiled knowingly. “I reckon you’re right,” he said as he leaned on the horn. I spotted a scurrying figure, tanned and large, duck from the direction of the creek into the house, and then we were there. Dan re-appeared, clad in shorts again, a look of surprise on his face. Uncertainty crashed over me. Had I done the right thing? As I jumped from the truck, Dan’s look changed from surprise to joy. “I was wondering if you could use some company…for a decade or two?” I tried to joke as my eyes searched his face. He ran to me, sweeping me off my feet as he threw his arms around me, and kissed me long and hard. I heard Jim shuffling behind us, coughing to make us realise he was still here. Finally tearing himself from me, Dan said simply “Welcome home!” The End Comments always welcome – contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com