Deep in the woods - Sex Stories

Deep in the woods

“I understand that, Robbie,” said Kevin quietly. “I know you’re not gay. And I wouldn’t like you to do anything you don’t want to.” Kevin was lying on his back on one of the two beds in this cabin in the Canadian woods. He was naked except for a pair of golden stretch boxer shorts. They belonged to Robbie. Outside was a forest, and over the forest lay a thick coat of snow. Kevin and Robbie were research biologists on an assignment to study the wildlife in this remote area. Kevin had been out there three months and Robbie had just arrived to assist him. The fact that Kevin was wearing his underpants unsettled Robbie. The cabin was warm and quiet. Cosy, in fact. And in other circumstances, i.e. if Kevin had been a woman – almost any woman – they would have been having fun together. “But look at it rationally,” Kevin said. “There are no women for hundreds of miles. You’re going to be out here six months. So you have two choices: you either have no sex at all for half a year or you relax your preconceptions a little and allow another human being to attend to your needs. My body is warm and soft. It’s very similar to a woman’s apart from a couple of small details, which an intelligent man such as you can well deal with. If you lay on top of me it would feel exactly the same.” “Why are you wearing my pants?” Robbie said flatly. “Why do you think?” Kevin replied. “I ran out of pants. Yours were there in the laundry pile and they fit me, so I put them on. I can take them off if it ...

... offends you so much.” With that, Kevin lifted his middle section off the bed and slid the underpants down. He sniffed them like a wine connoisseur with a cork, then wiped his cock on them. The laundry pile he referred to was the dirty pile. The pants were the Jasper Conrans Robbie had worn the day before. Robbie was keenly aware that the smell in Kevin’s nostrils was partly the smell of his own cock and balls. “You’re hairy,” Robbie said, returning to the subject. “There is blond hair all over your skin.” Even Kevin’s pubic hair was golden. He was a few shades away from ginger. “It’s soft,” Kevin said. “Soft like a woman’s pubic hair. And I have breasts. Not exactly like a woman’s, but they are made of fat and they have nipples for you to suck.” “You have a beard,” Robbie persisted. “That is a big difference.” “Forget the beard,” Kevin said softly. ”Inside my mouth is a tongue that’s just like a woman’s. My mouth can do anything a woman’s can. I can suck your cock and lick you all over and you’d never know the difference. With the lights out and a couple of whiskies inside you…” Robbie chose not to reply. The discussion so far had been civilized and he had to spend six months with this man. If he let it drop perhaps Kevin would just have a wank and forget the whole thing. “You know Pete’s joining us tomorrow?” Kevin said. Robbie was glad of the change in conversational direction. “Cos it’s going to take three of us to fix the fence.” Robbie grunted. “You’ll like Pete,” Kevin ...