It was a short hike today. No one slept very well, we were all awake, so we decided we might as well get going. The farther away from that campsite, the better.
We reached the spot Liam had planned for us to reach yesterday about noon. There was an incidence that helped us get our minds off the day before. It definitely added some levity to the morning.
When we were back on the main trail, about an hour into the hike, we were passed by two hikers, they were together but about as different as you could imagine. The first one we saw was this tiny guy who did not look prepared for hiking. Obviously, he must be doing fine because we’re far enough along the trail that anyone we passed had to have hiked at least a couple of days. This guy — we later learned he’s called Pinky, but his name is Lawrence — ran past us in this weird, trotting pace. He stopped, looked back, and took off again yelling, “You’ll never catch me!” He was maybe five-three and a hundred pounds. He had hiking boots on, but knee-high socks with unicorns on them and silver booty shorts. His pink tank top was cut off just under his pecs and I don’t think he had body hair anywhere. He just kind of gleamed. His hair was short, blond but with pink streaks.
We all kind of stopped and looked around because… were we supposed to chase him? He’d kind of barreled through us.
Just as he disappeared around some trees, another guy —the biggest guy I think I’ve ever seen in real life— came lumbering up behind us. “Sorry,” he grumbled. “He was talking to me.”
We stepped aside and let him continue on. He was dressed for hiking and his gear looked used, like he’d done this a lot. Even though he was easily over 6 ½ feet tall and a yard wide, the pack he was carrying looked massive. He was definitely carrying both of their supplies. Didn’t seem to have any trouble with it. He just didn’t move very fast. Still, he had a long stride and was out of sight before we started walking again.
Quinn laughed first and we all joined in. It helped break up the heaviness we were all feeling. We talked more after that, wondering if we’d see the pair again. If the one guy would ever catch up. I figured he would. The first guy, Pinky, didn’t strike me as having a lot of stamina. He seemed like someone who would see some flowers and get distracted. Or he’d forget it was a chase and go back to see what was taking so long. Flighty.
We did see them again. Way more than we’d intended. Not sure what their intentions were. They seemed a little distracted.
Mischa saw them first and stopped so fast Liam ran into him. Mish’s hand covered Liam’s mouth before he could say anything. He covered his own mouth, too, to stifle a laugh, then pointed to a tree just off the trail. The couple were there and had done nothing to hide their activity.
Pinky was… well, not kneeling… squatting, I guess to keep his socks out of the dirt… in front of the other guy. Steph was his name, as Pinky moaned it before licking the biggest cock I have ever seen, again, in real life. Not just length but girth, as well. This thing needed underpinning —structural support— to stand up. Pinky seemed more than happy to provide it.
“Damn,” Mischa whispered as Pinky took him in his mouth. I wondered if he had to unhinge his jaw or something. He took more than I thought was possible but there was still a lot more. Pinky’s hands were working him over. Steph groaned so loudly it felt like the trees shook.
“Um, guys,” Liam whispered. “I think we should, uh, leave them to it. Give them back their privacy.”
Mish protested but Liam dragged him along. Quinn grabbed my arm and held on as we hurried past. We couldn’t help looking back. Steph’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back as Pinky massaged his balls. Pinky, however, looked over at us and winked. Quinn giggled and I kind of gasped. When we were out of sight, Quinn’s laughter broke out and I had to hold him up.
“That poor boy’s going to choke on that thing from either end,” Quinn said when his laughter finally calmed down enough that he could speak.
“Don’t think he minds,” Mish said. “Damn. I don’t know whether to be turned on or intimidated.”
“I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse,” Liam said.
I said, “No wonder he walks so slowly.”
We all laughed some more and kept teasing each other until we reached the campsite. No lean-tos, but there’s a well and a pump with potable water. Nice view, too, down over a valley. We got our tents set up and lazed about. I think I fell asleep. Woke up when Quinn kicked my foot and told me lunch was ready.
Later… Pinky + Steph joined us a few hours later. Can’t imagine what could have detained them. They were friendly, though Steph was a little more reticent. I wondered if Pinky had told him we all saw them. I think not, or maybe Steph doesn’t care. Pinky went around and shook all our hands, asking our stories while Steph set up a really elaborate tent. Vestibules and rooms tall enough for Steph to stand. Made me jealous, with our two comparatively dinky tents. But I wouldn’t want to carry it all, so I guess that’s the trade off.
It was a good day. We needed it after yesterday. I needed it. Just normal things happening to normal —or above average— people. Relaxing.