HIKER'S SHUTTLE
So, I went hiking that morning. Told my wife I just needed some time alone, clear my head, breathe a bit. She said okay, didn’t ask questions. I threw a couple things in my backpack—water, an old hoodie, some trail mix—and drove out to the hills. Didn’t even check the map, just parked where the road ended and started walking.
The first part of the trail was nice enough, quiet except for birds and the crunch of my boots. After about an hour, I saw this little side path, almost hidden behind a fallen log. Looked like no one had used it in years. I don’t know why, but I felt pulled to take it.
The air changed a little—heavier, stiller. It smelled like dirt and pine sap. I walked a while longer, then the trees opened up into this small clearing. That’s when I saw it.
An old white shuttle bus, all rusted and beat up, sitting there like it’d been dropped out of nowhere. The windows were busted, one of the tires flat. Moss grew along the edges. It was weirdly peaceful, sitting there under the trees.
Then I noticed someone was up on the roof. A guy. He was standing there shirtless, in just briefs and boots, looking up at the sky. Sunlight hit his shoulders. He looked solid—broad back, tanned skin, hair messy from the wind.
He looked down at me and said, “You lost?”
I said, “Nah. Just wandering.”
He came down a ladder that was leaning against the side. When he got closer, I saw a ring on his finger. He noticed mine too. We didn’t say anything about it right away, but we both saw it.
He told me his name. Said he’d rented the shuttle from some guy nearby who fixes old vehicles. “Cheaper than a cabin,” he said. “Needed to get away for a night.”
I laughed and said, “Yeah. I get that.”
We talked a bit—work, life, all the usual small talk that hides the big stuff. After a while, the air between us got quiet. He looked at me and said, “You married too?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded. “Same here.”
We didn’t need to explain more than that. He asked if I wanted a drink, so we sat on the front bumper with a couple of waters from his cooler. The breeze came through the clearing, warm and slow. Then he looked at me, real steady, and said, “You wanna come inside?”
Inside the shuttle it was dim and still. Sunlight came through cracks in the walls, catching dust in the air. There was a thin mattress on the floor, a fan humming low, a couple bottles of water. He closed the door behind us, and the sound of the forest faded.
We stood there a moment, just breathing. He took a small step closer. I could smell his skin—clean sweat, a bit of soap. He reached out, touched my arm first, then the side of my neck. His hand was rough, like a man who works with tools.
I said, “It’s okay.”
He said, “Yeah.”
We kissed slow. Careful at first, then harder. It wasn’t smooth or practiced, just honest. His chest pressed against mine, hot and strong. Our rings clicked when we took off our shirts and set them down. He laughed once, quietly, nervous but sure.
We sat on the mattress, still kissing, touching. Hands on backs, ribs, shoulders. He traced my jaw with his thumb. I ran my hand down his spine. We took our time—no rush, no script. The van creaked beneath us, branches brushed the roof. It felt like the world outside had stopped moving.
He looked at me and said, “You good?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You?”
He nodded, eyes soft but steady. “Yeah.”
We kept going, slower, deeper, moving in sync, like we both knew what the other needed. The air got thick. The fan hummed. Everything smelled like pine and sweat. We stayed close through it, holding on, breathing each other in.
His hands roamed over my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, his fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts. I could feel his cock, hard and pressing against my thigh. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness of him. He let out a soft groan, his hips bucking into my touch.
I pushed him down onto the mattress, straddling him. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I leaned down, kissing him deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass, the need between us palpable.
I reached into my pocket, pulling out a small packet of lube. I tore it open, squirting the cool liquid onto my fingers. Mark watched me, his eyes dark with desire. I reached between us, coating his cock with lube, my hand stroking him slowly. He moaned, his hips lifting off the mattress.
I positioned myself over him, slowly lowering myself onto his cock. The sensation was intense, my body stretching to accommodate him. I took him inch by inch, my breath coming in short gasps. Mark's hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as I took him deeper.
Once I was fully seated, I began to move, rocking my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Mark's cock filled me completely, the sensation overwhelming. His hands roamed over my body, touching, exploring, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
I leaned down, kissing him deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as I rode him. The sensation was intense, my body on fire with pleasure. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing as Mark's thrusts became more urgent.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust up into me. I moaned, my body convulsing as the orgasm hit me, my cock pulsing as I came, my cum spilling onto Mark's chest.
Mark followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released into me. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. Then I collapsed onto the mattress beside him, my body trembling, my mind racing.
We lay there for a long time, just breathing, our bodies touching, the sound of the fan humming softly in the background. The sunlight had turned gold through the windows. He reached for a bottle of water, drank, then handed it to me. I took a sip and set it down. We didn’t talk for a long time. Just lay there, arms touching, looking at the cracked ceiling.
After a while, he slid his hand over and took mine. Our fingers fit together easy. Nothing dramatic. Just simple, real.
We stayed like that till the light outside dimmed and the woods turned blue. Then we got up, got dressed, put our rings back on. He smiled a little and said, “Guess we both needed that.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I think so.”
We stepped out into the clearing. The air was cool now. The trees looked taller somehow. He went one way, I went the other.
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