Joshua stood at the trail head, before him stretched the valley and forest. One of his favourite hiking spots. He was alone but that was how he preferred his hikes. Just him and nature and his coffee, of course. He took a few steps down the hill and just paused there reflecting on the valley spread out before him. Pristine forest, a few paths worn by hikers but hikers like himself who took care not to impact the beauty of the valley. The sun glinted on the tops of pine trees and he knew he'd have a good hike.
He started his descent. Magically, mystically the fog settled over the forest and the world around him changed. Sounds and sights were muted, before him the paths aligned and shifted, though he didn't notice. They now led to a new strange world, a world filled with wonder and enchantment but he'd soon find that out.
Oblivious he continued his descent as the fog closed around him. Enjoying the silence and the solitude he walked to the valley floor and began crossing. The sun shone here, everything was vibrant and green, glistening with dew and the smell of moss filled the air. He didn't remember this exact path, but that was fine, he'd enjoy it just the same. After, what seemed, a few hours he came to a river, running tranquilly across his path. More a stream really. He tasted the water and his mouth was filled with the rich clean taste of a mountain river stream. He stripped off his backpack and began to unpack. He took out bottles of water, a small propane burner and his coffee supply and filter. He also grabbed his cup. He repacked the water bottles and filled the cannister with water from the stream and set it to boil over the burner, meanwhile he filled the filter with coffee and set it over his mug.
As he sat by the river, waiting for his water to boil, he began to feel warm. He slipped off his jacket, then his hoody. He sat there and unlaced and removed his boots and socks. The water came to a boil, and he poured the water over the grounds in the filter and waited again, for it to drip through into his cup.
Still warm, he sat in his tee and khakis to await his coffee. Removing the filter, he picked up his cup and sipped the steaming hot liquid. He sat quietly for a few minutes and drank his coffee in silence. As he finished his drink, he set the cup down then stripped off his tee and khakis, grabbed up the cup and the filter cone and waded into the water to wash them. The water was cold but invigorating and he set the items on the bank to dry after rinsing them and sat himself down in the stream to let the water flow over him. his belly fur glistening wet in the morning sun. He lay back and let the water wash over him. Cold and refreshing he seemed to wash away his cares.
After a time, he climbed out, back to the bank, picked up his mug and filter, he moved to sit in the sun to dry. His boxer brief soaked through, clung to his thighs and ass like a second skin. He stripped them off and laid them over his backpack to dry. He sat naked to let his body dry in the sun. He lay back on the warm grass, soft under his skin and dozed. He dreamed then. Strange, erotic dreams, a tall lean man, a man with long hair and pointed ear, hovered over him, the man caressed his skin, felt his cock, watched as it grew hard in his hand. He had no idea who the man was or where he'd come from and then he was suddenly awake. Joshua was not gay and that was something he'd never done before. He lay where he'd fallen asleep, still in the grass by the river but his cock was hard. The erection rising above his belly to stand at full mast, precum dripped from its tip and hit his belly just below the belly button.
He reached down and caressed it, stroking his own cock, seven thick inches with a pronounced crown atop it's cut shaft. He reached further down, feeling his balls, golf ball sized pearls that rolled through his fingers and his other hand stroked his hard cock. He reached further down, fingering his ass, stroking slowly, as he recalled the strange face looming over him in his dream, he remembered there'd been the smell of wild flowers and the tickle of the long hair as it brushed across his naked skin. He could feel the soft hand caressing him, he continued to stroke, slow at first then faster and faster as his need built. Finally, cum splashed across his belly and up onto his chest. He lay back and rested his head in the grass. Fingers, releasing his softening cock, tracing their way up through the pools of cum on his torso and on up to his mouth where he licked them clean.
He drifts off to sleep again, still naked in the grass and again he dreams of the same man. Delicate features, almost feminine but most definitely masculine. The man stares down at him, and caresses his now soft cock, which begins to harden again, he traces a finger across the tip, lets it slide down the shaft, tracing all seven inches down to his balls. Joshua watches in his dream as the man strokes him ever so gently, a soft, delicate touch that is strong and sensual at the same time. Joshua seems unable to move.
He lay there, his body thick and full, nipples hard, cock hard, hands at his side, as he is explored - that is the word that he thinks of -explored. Hands slide up across his belly, through the last traces of cum pooled on his belly. He's not fat, but he's a bear, thick and meaty, fur covers his belly thickly but trails off as it heads up across his chest. The man traces the belly, the fur and reaches his hard nipples, he tweaks each one and even in his dream Joshua trembles and his body shakes in reaction. His cock bounces fully hard, precum dripping from the tip.
A hand finds it's way back to his cock and strokes the shaft, reaches the tip, and lifts off a pearl of translucent precum. Joshua watches as he lifts it to his nose and sniffs then to his mouth and tastes. Joshua's cock bounces again, pulsing against the hand holding it.
He blinks, a moment has passed, or minutes, maybe hours. The man is still over him, but now also naked. His body is thin and muscular, long and lean, his hard cock hovers over Joshua's face, just out of reach, like the body it's also long and lean, maybe 8 or 9 inches but thin, about the width of a quarter, Joshua estimates - strange he thinks to himself, the things you think about in a dream.
