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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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019re far enough along the trail that anyone we passed had to have hiked at least a couple of days. This guy \u2014 we later learned he\u2019s called Pinky, but his name is Lawrence \u2014 ran past us in this weird, trotting pace. He stopped, looked back, and took off again yelling, \u201cYou\u2019ll never catch me!\u201d 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\u2019t think he had body hair anywhere. He just kind of gleamed. His hair was short, blond but with pink streaks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all kind of stopped and looked around because\u2026 were we supposed to chase him? He\u2019d kind of barreled through us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as he disappeared around some trees, another guy \u2014the biggest guy I think I\u2019ve ever seen in real life\u2014 came lumbering up behind us. \u201cSorry,\u201d he grumbled. \u201cHe was talking to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We stepped aside and let him continue on. He was dressed for hiking and his gear looked used, like he\u2019d done this a lot. Even though he was easily over 6 \u00bd feet tall and a yard wide, the pack he was carrying looked massive. He was definitely carrying both of their supplies. Didn\u2019t seem to have any trouble with it. He just didn\u2019t move very fast. Still, he had a long stride and was out of sight before we started walking again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019d see the pair again. If the one guy would ever catch up. I figured he would. The first guy, Pinky, didn\u2019t strike me as having a lot of stamina. He seemed like someone who would see some flowers and get distracted. Or he\u2019d forget it was a chase and go back to see what was taking so long. Flighty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We did see them again. Way more than we\u2019d intended. Not sure what their intentions were. They seemed a little distracted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mischa saw them first and stopped so fast Liam ran into him. Mish\u2019s hand covered Liam\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pinky was\u2026 well, not kneeling\u2026 squatting, I guess to keep his socks out of the dirt\u2026 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 \u2014structural support\u2014 to stand up. Pinky seemed more than happy to provide it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDamn,\u201d 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\u2019s hands were working him over. Steph groaned so loudly it felt like the trees shook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUm, guys,\u201d Liam whispered. \u201cI think we should, uh, leave them to it. Give them back their privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mish protested but Liam dragged him along. Quinn grabbed my arm and held on as we hurried past. We couldn\u2019t help looking back. Steph\u2019s 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\u2019s laughter broke out and I had to hold him up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat poor boy\u2019s going to choke on that thing from either end,\u201d Quinn said when his laughter finally calmed down enough that he could speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t think he minds,\u201d Mish said. \u201cDamn. I don\u2019t know whether to be turned on or intimidated.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if that\u2019s a blessing or a curse,\u201d Liam said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said, \u201cNo wonder he walks so slowly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all laughed some more and kept teasing each other until we reached the campsite. No lean-tos, but there\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later\u2026 Pinky + Steph joined us a few hours later. Can\u2019t 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\u2019t 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\u2019t want to carry it all, so I guess that\u2019s the trade off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a good day. We needed it after yesterday. I needed it. Just normal things happening to normal \u2014or above average\u2014 people. Relaxing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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