| The Hike
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I was surprised as shit when the professor--I call him Doc, even though
he's only about ten years than me--asked me if I wanted to join him
and a couple of his other students for a camping trip to celebrate the end
of the semester. I mean, I knew he liked me, and we'd been having weekly
meetings almost since the semester began, meetings that started out as
discussions of the psychology course material but quickly became friendlier
and more personal than just the usual professor/student meetings, but I
hadn't really expected anything to last past the end of the semester. The
nine-day-long camping trip, from Saturday through Sunday the following
week, in the isolated timberland, he said, was going to be our personal
celebration of the end of the term, one last blow-out before we all
scattered to our homes and summer jobs.
So here I was. In addition to the Doc and me, there was Todd, who I
knew from my class, and Kirk, who was from one of the Doc's other classes.
I'd been thinking about sex with for the first time a lot that
semester, which kind of made me feel weird at first but seemed to get more
natural as the semester went by. Doc and Todd figured pretty heavy in
Todd I knew from class, though I didn't know him that well. He had a
good body--he worked out and it showed. He was a senior and would be
graduating in another term. I found him very attractive. Wavy black hair
framed a face with nice features and piercing hazel eyes. He had a fine
ass and a good-sized lump in the crotch of his shorts that probably meant a
big dick. He caught me checking him out once, and I looked away in a hurry
because I didn't want him to get the idea that I was queer or anything.
Kirk I didn't know personally. He's a big football jock, quarterback,
intense on the field and popular around campus. Everyone knew him at least
by reputation. Of course, just because I didn't know him didn't mean I
didn't look, and Kirk looked pretty damn fine to me. He was certainly
handsome, and all the athletics had given him a great body, which he was
displaying in a plain tee-shirt, a pair of camouflage shorts, and hiking
boots. He was 21 or 22, I'd say. He's got dishwater hair, cropped
short on the sides and longer on top, and dishwater blue eyes. His
jaw-line is strong, chiseled features, a little cleft to his chin. He had
a hairy chest, from what I could see at the low neckline of his tee-shirt,
and a smear of hair across his belly that I glimpsed when he tugged his
shirt up to scratch his tight abs once. A terrific build, thanks to all
that football training, a tightly curved ass and good-sized basket in those
camouflage shorts, just the kind of muscle I like to look at. Looking
at him kept my motor running and my cock part--hard the whole time, not
that I think he ever noticed. I figured I'd have to sneak away from camp
later to jack off before I'd be able to sleep.
We all piled into the Doc's sport utility vehicle and cruised several
hours out of the city, a long way out into the middle of nowhere. He
finally pulled off onto a dirt road, bounced us around on that rough road
for another hour, then pulled up to a little spot off the road where he
said it would be safe to leave his vehicle. From there, we pulled on our
backpacks and set off on foot. Doc showed us where we were on the map--not
much around except forest for a hell of a lot of miles in any direction.
In all his years of coming here, Doc said, he'd never run into anyone else
out in these woods, and looking at the map I could see why.
So there we were, tromping uphill along this narrow, rocky trail through
the forest. Sometimes it was wide enough for us to walk two abreast, and
other times we had to go single-file. We finally broke out of the forest
onto this grassy area where the going was smoother, less clogged with
undergrowth. There were clumps of trees here and there, but mostly we were
out where the sun could beat down on us like a mother. It was just the end
of the spring semester, but already the sun was blazing like it was August.
We'd be out in the open for a while, Doc said, before we'd hit the woods
Doc was talking about the area and what it meant to his people--he was
part Native American--and the kinds of trees, plants, and wild game. You
could tell he loved this area.
Todd asked him if it was always this hot up in these mountains, and the
Doc said no but that he liked the heat, liked the way it made him feel
relaxed. His voice settled into this low, soft monotone, like it did
sometimes during our private conversations. I liked to listen to his
voice; I liked how his voice made me feel relaxed and quiet. Maybe I
didn't always remember what we'd talked about afterward, with the way his
words kind of slipped away from me after a while when I just listened to
him, but I always felt really great after our conversations, and I always
remembered I'd really liked talking with the Doc. Now, with his voice all
soft and soothing, with the hiking turned into a kind of monotonous rhythm
of walking--right-left-right-left-right-left--as I lugged my heavy
backpack, I knew it was okay to let go, let all my stress from the term go,
let the sun come in through my skin and help my tense muscles relax. I
kept listening to his voice. Pretty soon I felt myself start to zone out
mentally, and that felt really okay too.
I kind of snapped out of it a while later. We were still hiking, still
heading up into the mountains. The going was steeper now. The sun still
blazed down on us, but I felt cooler. The straps of my backpack were
digging into my bare skin a little. My was off, though I didn't
remember taking it off. I reached back and felt it hanging from the back
pocket of my cut-offs, and I felt reassured deep inside: everything was
okay. Doc was looking at me, smiling, when I looked over at him. He gave
me a wink, and I smiled back. He had his off as well--Todd and Kirk,
too. Doc was looking at me steadily. His eyes grabbed mine like an
unbreakable grip. I couldn't look away. As he stared, smiling, straight
into my eyes, this delicious, floating feeling stole over me. I felt funny
inside, relaxed and peaceful, disoriented, passive but kind of horny too,
Doc's eyes held mine magnetically, until he had to look away to see where
he was going and pulled a step ahead of me as the trail narrowed a little.
I had half a hard-on in my cut-offs, just from the feeling I got looking
into his eyes. I really didn't know what to make of that.
Sometime after that--I wasn't aware of when it happened--I zoned out. I
only realized it when I snapped to. The half-hard rod I'd been carrying in
my shorts all day was still there. It moved around freely, and I realized
there was nothing in my shorts except me. I would have sworn I'd put on
underwear that morning.
My bladder needed some relief so I called for a break. I shrugged
off my backpack and flexed my arms and shoulders to get some circulation
into the flesh where the straps were digging. I sauntered over to a
waist-high bush just off the trail. I unsnapped my shorts, unzipped,
shoved them down to my knees. From my knees up, my body was naked to the
world and I didn't care. Kirk and Todd joined me, forming a loose
half-circle to my right around the bush. They had shed their backpacks
too, and now they dropped their shorts. Neither of them had on underwear
We all peed on the bush. Doc was talking behind us, but I couldn't
catch his words. They just flowed into and out of my head as I pissed.
When my stream trickled off and I shook the last drops off, I didn't make
any move to pull up my shorts and tuck my cock away. Instead, I stood
there checking out Todd and Kirk and their equipment. I gave my cock a few
extra strokes, and it started to harden. Felt good, so I stroked it some
Todd and Kirk were stroking theirs now, and checking each other and me
out too. Kirk had a hairy torso, just like I had imagined, but Todd wasn't
quite as smooth as I had thought he would be; Todd's chest had a light
sprinkling of hair around the nips and between his pecs. Kirk had a nice,
slightly curved rod, a pretty piece of meat that I found myself wanting to
suck. That kind of freaked me out because, like I said before, I never
thought much about sex with before I started hanging out with the Doc
that semester. Todd, on the other hand, had one of the biggest cocks I'd
ever seen--it looked like something you'd see in the Dildo section of a sex
shop: long, thick, perfectly straight, with a helmet-shaped head.
We stood there stroking ourselves and grinning at one another, just
three horny needing to get off. We didn't pay any attention to Doc
murmuring behind us. Todd scrunched his face up, threw his head back and
his crotch forward; he gave a short cry as he came in thick, ropey strands
on the bush.
Kirk started gasping and grunting. He was staring at his cock, mouth
open and body bucking. He sprayed a shower of sperm in droplets over the
Doc said something that sounded almost like my name, and my orgasm hit
me like shattering glass. I rode the jagged wave of ecstasy as I sprayed
my juice across Todd's and Kirk's on the bush.
As my orgasm faded and my breathing returned to normal, I looked over at
Todd and Kirk. They were grinning at me, and I grinned back. Just three
guys getting off--no problem. We pulled up our shorts, tucked away our
cocks. Kirk clasped me on the shoulder as we turned, grinned at Doc, and
headed back to shoulder our packs and resume the hike.
We finally reached the area where we were to set up camp in the
mid-afternoon, after hours of hiking. I had to admit, it was beautiful
place, at the edge of a virgin emerald forest. It made the hours of hiking
worth every step. Doc said there was a small lake nearby as well.
We squirmed out of our backpacks. I didn't know about Kirk, but Todd
and I hadn't been camping in years. Doc was definitely in charge here. He
told Kirk and me to go looking for enough firewood to cook dinner and get
us through the night, with the usual instructions to stick together; he and
Todd were going to get to work setting up the two tents while we were gone.
We built up a pile of wood, several armloads, mostly dead branches and
small limbs that we snapped to the right length. Not very much large
stuff--what we had would burn high and pretty quickly. By the time we were
ready to start toting it back to the camp, the sky was growing dark and it
was noticeably cooler.
When we brought the first of the wood back to camp, Doc and Todd had the
tents up, the fire pit dug, the cooking stuff out and ready. Was it just
me, or was Todd's expression kind of dazed or disoriented or something,
like he'd just woke up from a deep sleep? Nah--must have been my
imagination. Surely Doc wouldn't have let him sleep out here when there
was work to be done?
Doc laid the fire and set it to blazing. He barked out instructions to
the rest of us, having us assemble the food for cooking. Doc cooked it up
quick and efficient, and then we fell on the grub like wolves.
After everything was cleaned up and put away, in that time before bed
when we used to tell ghost when I went camping as a kid, Doc stoked
up the flames with most of the rest of the wood. It caught easily and the
flames roared and danced, inviting us to lose our gaze in their depths. We
were sitting on the ground, boots and shirts off, in a ring around the
fire. Opposite me, Doc was talking to us, in that low, relaxing monotone he
used sometimes. He was talking about how he was going to teach us to hunt
and live off the land--we were all in this together and, if we couldn't
hunt it, catch it, or gather it, we wouldn't eat. I don't know about Todd
or Kirk, but I was kind of zoning in and out again, not really paying close
attention to what Doc was saying. I kind of roused up a little when Doc
handed us each something. He was talking about how our experiences and the
things we would learn in the next week would stay with us forever. These
pendants were to symbolize that. I took the carved wooden figure on the
leather strip that he handed me. Coach had carved them himself, one for
each of us and himself. The figure was about two inches tall, a stylized
little standing at attention, naked except for a Native American
headdress. A pair of upward grooves from his groin represented his
erection. I slipped the leather strip over my head. I felt this satisfied
feeling, this feeling of belonging, spread through me as the figuring
settled against my chest.
"Gentlemen ..." My attention suddenly snapped to what Doc was saying.
One by one, Doc said our names. "Kirk." Doc's voice was a quiet command,
and Kirk looked up at him. Doc turned to me and he said my name. I met
Doc's gaze and suddenly felt ... transfixed. Felt like his stare drilled
straight through my head, pinning my mind like a collector's pin fixes a
butterfly to a board. I couldn't look away. I felt lightheaded and weak,
but also suddenly horny. Doc's eyes left me, moved to Todd as he spoke his
name: "Todd." All my attention was focused on Doc; I couldn't break away.
Doc said one more thing: "Strip."
What was going on? Why couldn't I think clearly? My body seemed to
move almost on its own. I watched it from a great distance as it stood up
and slowly pulled off its shorts and stood naked in the firelight.
Doc seemed to tower over us. "Thank you, gentlemen. Your programming
is progressing well." His eyes fascinated me; I couldn't look away. His
voice seemed to come from somewhere far, far away, someplace I could barely
reach. "But now, it's time for sleep." He looked at Kirk. "Sleep." From
the corner of my eyes I could see Kirk's eyes flutter, flutter and slide
closed, his head droop forward, as if he had just been overcome with sudden
sleep. Doc's eyes drilled into mine again, and I could not turn away.
"Sleep." And suddenly I really was sleepy. More exhausted than I had ever
been in my life. I couldn't keep my eyes open, hard as I tried.
Everything was slipping away. I didn't know what Doc had planned, and I
didn't care. I wanted this to happen. My eyes closed, and I sank into a