He was known as the traveler. His favorite pastime was to travel around, searching for well-built, handsome men for one purpose: to get fucked.
Over the years, he had encountered many men. The encounters all had two things in common: they were always strangers, and the sex was always hot. He had to admit that sex with strangers turned him on. He had ways of making these fine men want him. He was well experienced, and tonight, he was horny again.
He set out on a well traveled road, and went some distance through the woods. There were quite a few men, but none of them were his taste; too old, too thin, too feminine. It was well noon when he finally saw him, the perfect candidate: tall and thickly built, he was a beauty. He had long brown hair in loose waves, a strong angular jaw and deep set eyes. His vest only just fit, and the traveler could tell he had a nicely muscled body. The open collar revealed a hint of chest hair, and the man's tight fitting breeches did not conceal a delicious bulge between his thighs. From the man's agile demeanor and the dagger in his soft boots, the traveler could tell he was a hunter, and straight as an arrow. This made him so excited. The traveler grinned wickedly; tonight, instead of hooting owls, the forest will hear shouts and screams of pleasure.
He approached him. "Sir, could you tell me how to go to the village" he asked.
The Hunter said, "The village is a day's trek through the woods – indeed, I am heading there myself". He had a deep and mellow voice. The traveler wondered how it would sound shouting obscenities in the height of lovemaking.
"What say we trek together? It is no good idea to go to the forest alone….even a strong man like you could easily fall prey to hungry wolves".
The Hunter considered, and said "A sound plan. Come, we set off now." And they headed towards the dense forest.
They trekked for two hours. The Hunter was sleek and agile, and managed to catch two rabbits while trekking. He said, "We shall soon reach a clearing beside a stream. We shall set camp there. I need to wash." It was all the traveler could do not to squirm in excitement. He would love to see the hunter bathe, all nude and wet in the stream.
They reached the clearing and collected wood to make a fire. The hunter left for the stream. Pretending to be disinterested, the traveler busied himself with the fire, and quickly followed to spy on the sexy hunter. Peering behind a tree, he could see that the hunter had put his boots and gear onto the streambed. The hunter bent down, and cupping his hands with water, began to wash his face and arms. He then began to strip off his vest, revealing his developed chest. Years of hunting and meat eating endowed him with huge muscles and big arms, and he was blessed with broad shoulders. The traveler was delighted to note that his nipples were brown and flat. A thin sprinkling of hair covered the top part of his chest and a trail of fur began at his navel and disappeared under his breeches.
The traveler had to touch himself as the hunter began to remove his breeches. He was squirming in excitement and breathing hard when the hunter pulled down the tight garment and his cock sprang free. The hunter's soft cock was still very large to behold and the traveler feasted his eyes on the delightfully big cockhead and the pleasurably big balls of the hunter, which were soft and hung pendulously between the hunter's thighs. The hunter's cock and balls were surrounded by a dense pelt of curly black cockfur and his balls bounced up and down as he treaded into the water. The traveler couldn't wait for it to be engulfed by his mouth as he sucked and sucked…..
Watching him bathe, the traveler thought how perfect this man was, and that tonight was going to be one of his best ever. He was trembling in excitement. The traveler watched keenly as the hunter washed himself in the stream. His taught muscles flexed and rippled as he moved in the water. Lifting his arms to wash his hair, the traveler observed an abundant bush of fur in each deep muscled crevice of his armpits. Cock in hand, the traveler thought with barely contained excitement how he would lick and worship every inch of this hunter, from his mile-wide shoulders, to his godlike arms, to his narrow waist…
But he had to save himself. He hurried back to the clearing, and busied himself with the firewood when the hunter returned, freshly washed, and began to skin a rabbit for supper. He took from his sack a pot, and filled it with water from a skin, and hung it atop the fire. When the water boiled, he threw in the diced rabbit meat and some salt and herbs, and let it simmer.
Meanwhile, the traveler said to the hunter, "Sir, might it not be prudent to collect a store of wood for the night? These twigs here will not last". To which the unsuspecting hunter agreed and went off in search for more firewood. As soon as he was gone, the traveler took from his pocket a carefully wrapped pouch. Grinning wickedly, he unwrapped the pouch and opened it. Inside was a carefully folded sheaf of parchment, and inside that was a sprinkling of fine pink powder. It was known as the Delight of Venus, an aphrodisiac so potent that its effect can only be subdued after long hours of continuous sex. The traveler had gotten it with much painstaking toil, but it had been worth it, oh yes. Only a very small measure was needed to give unparalleled sexual excitement and bliss. But the traveler emptied the entire contents into the hunter's rabbit stew – that was how lustful he was that night. Once the hunter had ingested the spiked stew, he would soon feel an unquenchable desire to fuck – and it would not matter if it was with a woman……or another man. The added dosage would mean an entire night of hot, sweaty and wild sex. The traveler could barely wait.
The hunter soon returned with the firewood. He inspected the stew and began to ladle it out for himself. The traveler refused the stew, for he was already very sexually aroused, and was too excited to eat. He nibbled on some bread and watched with satisfaction as the hunter ate the stew with relish, and then had a second helping.
When most of the stew was gone, the sky had grown dark. They lay out their blankets and settled in for the night. The traveler thought to himself, the Delight of Venus will soon work its magic…As soon as it was all dark, the traveler stripped off all his clothes under his blanket, so that the hunter will find him conveniently exposed when the time came.
It was half an hour later when the traveler, who was pretending to be asleep, heard rustling from the hunter's blanket, across the fire. He grinned, the medicine was working. The hunter felt hot all over, thought the night was chill. It was the unmistakable heat of lust. The hunter suddenly felt wave after wave of the most intense lust coursing through his hot blood. He was wide awake, and every hair on his body stood on end. All his senses became incredibly acute, yet somehow they all reminded him of sex. All he could think about was the act of fucking. The night was quiet, but his heavy breathing could be heard by the false asleep traveler, who could barely stop grinning in the dark.