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THEHIKE men attention suddenly snapped

The Hike

by Wrestlr

Disclaimer: There's sex, hypnosis, sodomy, and maybe a few other minor

perversions in this. If you don't like that sort of thing, go elsewhere.

Copyright - 1998 by Wrestlr. Permission granted to archive if and only

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The Hike

by Wrestlr

I was surprised as shit when the professor--I call him Doc, even though

he's only about ten years older 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 guys 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

those thoughts.

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 blond 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 boy 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

again.

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 shirt 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 shirt 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 pee 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

either.

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

more.

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 guys 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 guys 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

bush.

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 stories 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 man 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

delicious blankness.