It was a sunny Saturday in early spring—a day when Rick and I just had to get away from the routine. We drove to one of our favorite hiking spots, a remote area in the hills where we could relax and breathe again. The place was heavily wooded, with two or three small lakes and lots of great trails to explore. We parked the car, grabbed our lunches and backpacks, and headed into the woods.
It was wonderfully quiet. We saw and heard no one. We climbed a steep trail, then rested at the top. Rick found a good straight branch for a walking stick. I led the way down. Rick kept nudging and punching my back as we followed the narrow path.
"Hey, watch it!" I warned him. "What if I should slip and go over the edge?"
"Then I'd just have to rescue you in the nick of time!" he said, slapping my shoulder.
We crossed a dirt road and came to a grassy, open area. Rick was definitely in a playful mood. Every so often that branch would find its way between my legs as we walked. Once when we paused for a minute, it hit my crotch surprisingly hard.
"O.K., you asked for it!" I said.
I tackled him, then crawled on his back. He pushed up and tried to throw me off by flipping over. But my arms had locked around his waist. I held tightly as his back came crashing down on my stomach and chest. I jammed a hand between Rick's legs. He let out a lusty shout as I put the squeeze on his nuts. My other hand unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans open. I shoved it inside his brief and attacked the long, rigid cock. I was getting him good, when we were both startled to hear laughter nearby.
I turned my head and saw two guys a few yards away, walking in our direction. They smiled and looked down at us. One of the hikers had jet black hair and a short beard. He looked to be about twenty-five. The other, a few years younger, was a blond. You couldn't miss his snug, faded jeans: they pressed into his crotch, driving the balls apart and forward. His rod was also clearly outlined. It was a giant, and erect.
All this stunned me for an instant. I quickly pulled my hands away from Rick.
"Hey, don't stop," said the one with the black hair. "Let's see you juice him!"
I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure what to do.
"Go ahead," said the blond, smiling. "Unless you need some help:"
If they want to see something, I thought, then what the hell! I shoved my hand back inside Rick's brief. The hikers laughed and threw down their backpacks. Rick tried to roll over and make a slick escape in front of our audience, but the blond guy straddled him and sat on his knees. As I continued to give Rick's cock the business, the guy studied my friend's sexy, white bikini. His fingers hooked on to a couple of belt loops and jerked Rick's Levi's down for a better view.
He liked what he saw. The smooth, cotton brief clung tightly to Rick's swelling basket. It seemed to attract the guy's hand like a magnet. He rubbed his fingers on the soft cloth, gently curving them around each of the large, firm balls. I felt Rick's cock jump. The guy also couldn't resist playing a little. He gradually pulled the nuts toward him, stretching the brief like a slingshot.
Rick grinned at him and said, "I'm gonna get you, man!"
The black-haired guy bent down near Rick's face. "Want some help?" he asked Rick.
"What do you have in mind?" Rick responded.
"A whole new ball game!" he said wryly.
The hiker slid a hand between Rick and I and rammed it into my crotch. I yelled as he put a crushing hold on my balls. There was nothing I could do. When I dropped my arms to the ground, Rick leaped up and knocked the blond on his butt.
Black Beard still had my balls and wasn't going to give them up. So I rolled into him, jabbing away at his crotch. He finally broke the hold. I got him in a half-nelson, opened his fly with my free hand, and started squeezing the life out of his rod. The blond dude quickly learned that Rick was an accomplished wrestler. In a flash Rick had him on his stomach in a hammerlock. Kneeling next to the guy, Rick pulled him over onto his side.
"Unbuckle your belt, hotshot!" ordered Rick, applying more pressure to the arm.
"O.K., O.K!" he said, wincing in pain.
"Now the jeans," continued Rick.