Unless otherwise noted,
assume for stories told in the first person that the narrator is male.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Site 10 at Sulak

She was thin and wore jogging pants over a navy blue one-piece swimsuit. When she turned away from me, smile fading at the voice of the unshaven man leaning lewdly out the window of his lifted pickup, I saw that it was a Y-back. Something I didn't hear came from him and she gave him a one-finger salute, prompting him to start opening the door, but another person in the cab grabbed the back of his shirt and floored the gas. Exhaust billowed out the back and she tucked her face into her left elbow as the truck roared away, spitting fumes and gravel and sand. He returned the salute and was gone.

The smile was replaced by a grimace when she lowered her arm. I kept walking down the road which brought me closer, and I raised my hand in a neighborly wave. She returned it half-heartedly.

"Are you alright?" I called out.

"Men are pigs," she growled back, inclined to include me in the generalization.

"You'll get no argument from me on that score. But at least some of them are cute."

She was turning to go but did a double-take when she realizes my words. "What," she asked incredulously, "did you say?"

"Not him." I shuddered deliberately. "Too much... machismo."

She tilted her head, checking me out. "What about you?"

I shrugged. "Mild testosterones deficiency. Even if I wanted, I couldn't be that," I flapped my hand in the direction of the departed truck.

Her tone turned inquisitive. "What do you want?"

"I'd like to see that smile you were showing off earlier, but other than that, nothing." I resumed my stroll as a grin played at the corners of my mouth.

When I was almost past, she called out, "What campsite are you in?"

I raised both arms and hands above my head, all fingers fully extended.


As the sun began to set, so did I. Dusk was rising when I saw a flash of light play over the surface of my rainfly and I heard the faintest "Knock knock."

"Don't worry, I'm not asleep yet."

"May I come in?"

"There isn't much 'in' to come to. Probably better if I come out."


I sat up, unzipped the mosquito netting, and fished out my campshoes before slipping them on and dropped to the ground.

"Is that a...?"

"Hammock, yes. Have a look if you like." I held open the flaps of the 'fly to let her in.

"How cozy." Her eyes shown.

"But a bit cramped for having company over."

"Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't. It's just easier to settle down before it gets dark, and I'm not really much of a fan of fire."

"Bad experience?"

"Not really. Just cautious respect."

"May I?"

"Feel free."

She stacked in a couple of logs left by a previous camper, scrounged around in the forest for some light tinder, and pulled a Bic from a pocket.

"Would you give me a hand?" She gestured to the courtesy picnic table, and together we drew it closer to the firepit.


Small talk came and went until the fire died down to a smolder and we sat in companionable silence until the glowing embers too went out. In the darkness, I heard her shift restlessly, as if torn by a decision. Before I could yawn, stand, and return to my shelter, her face leaned close to mine... Her lips tasted sweet on my own, and she pulled away for a moment thoughtfully, before climbing onto my lap and kissing me again, more confidently.

Her body felt smooth and taut beneath my hands, and I gloried in the texture of the swimsuit stretched over it. She placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me harder, deeper... nibbling on my bottom lip, licking it, before breaking away, flushed and breathless as she felt my cock hardening and rising beneath her.

"Maybe we should take this inside," she giggled, plumes of steam erupting from her mouth in the chill air.

"My place or yours?"

"Oh, by all means," she kissed me again, quickly, "yours. Let's get cozy." And again, shallowly, before climbing off my lap.

She raced me to my setup scant yards away and held the flaps of the rainfly open for me this time. I unzipped the mosquito net, sat back into the hammock, slipped off my campshoes, beating them together for a moment before tucking them away, and then hoisted myself up to one end. "Alright, your turn."

"Guide me in?"

"Sit back slowly... and now your head. Shoes off; they'll be safe there, or you can reach under and clip them to the 'biner at the bottom of the 'net. Feet up and in... And finally the zipper."

"It's dark in here. Do you have a light?"

"Sorry, hold on." I let go of the hammock and immediately began to slide down from my perch into herm as I reached up to one of the utility loops in the ceiling of the mosquito net. "Close your eyes." I clicked the button: red, green, blue, red. "How's that?"

She smiled at me, leaned over until she laid on top of me, and stroked my face. "Much better."


Her hand found its way into my pants after more vigorous kissing, though it was less actual stroking and more mere fondling.

"I think I've decided," she began, in a moment of catching her breath, "I like how your cock feels."

"Thanks, I'm glad I chose it then."

She swatted my cheek playfully. "I mean it. It's so much nicer than mine."

I'd been keeping my hand confined to her upper body, but at these words I slipped one of them downwards under the hem of her pants as if they were an invitation. What I found there, I stroked through the fabric of the one-piece, first with the back of my fingers, then with a solitary fingernail drawing shivers of surprise from her body, before finally wrapping my hand around it . "What's wrong with your cock," I asked teasingly.

"You're not..." she flushed, "I didn't expect..."

I gave her erection one last squeeze before pulling my hand back, cupping her cheeks, and kissing her forehead. "Do you need a moment?"

She nodded, wrapping her hands up in a ball at her chest, clenching my shirt. I pulled her head down to my chest and held her until the tears subsided, her breathing calmed,... until she chose to break the silence.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for."

"You're not upset?"


"It doesn't you, me having a cock?"

"Does it bother you me having one?"

She swatted my face again.

"Would you feel better if I had boobs?"

She looked up at me, trying not to smile. "Why are you so okay with this?"

"Some men have boobs. Some women have cocks. It doesn't make you any less a man or a woman. And if you identify as neither a man nor a woman, or as both, or as something in between, that's perfectly acceptable too."

"Why me?"

"I liked your smile. And your face. I also have something of a fetish for one-piece swimsuits. You have a nice body too, but mostly it was your smile."

She stopped trying to his it as she looked up at me.

"There it is."

"Have you ever worn one?" She plucked at the neckline.

"As it happens, I do have one at home that fits me alright, but I didn't bring it. And you pull off the look much better than I do."

She fell quiet for several long moments. "You really don't care that I have a cock."

I cupped her chin gently and between gentle teasing pecks on her lips I said, "No... I... don't... You're... beautiful... regardless... what's... in... your... pants." I stopped talking and let her lean into the kiss... before I pulled away just long enough to whisper, "Though I am a little intimidated that it's bigger than mine."

She stared into my eyes, startled, and then laughed. "Get over it."

I grinned back. "I will, don't you worry about that."


I awoke alone to darkness. I sighed to myself, pulled out my notebook, and started writing, trying to get so many details down on paper before they faded like so many other dreams.

When my fingers ached to the point I could no longer ignore them, I set the pen aside and let what details remained uncaptured fade until only dim memories of sensations were left. Then I grabbed my campshoes and climbed stiffly from my hammock.

A flame licked the air from my firepit and I stopped short.

"Good morning. I hope you don't mind that I moved all my camping gear and kinda moved in with you."

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