The Hike

We had all handled rubbers in Sex Ed and I knew what they were all about even though I had never had one on. Fifty cents will buy one at a restroom vending machine and they hand them out for free at the clinic, but I wanted my quarters for the arcade and I was too embarrassed to ask for one so I swiped a three-pack of Ultra-sensitive, Lubricated, and Ribbed For Her Pleasure and got nailed by the store manager.

"Just like the sign says, kid." He said, trying to intimidate me. "All shoplifters will be prosecuted."

I knew this was BS, as lots of kids lifted things and all they had to do was pay for them, apologize, and maybe agree to stay out of the store for a while. This guy was a hard ass though, and he called my mom and the police. The cops came down and hassled me a bit, and then wrote me out a citation and told me that I had to see a Juvinile Officer to get it straightened out and they told my mom that she would be arrested if I didn't go see the guy.

"Basically, you have two choices." The Juvie jerk announced. "You can pay a five hundred dollar fine or agree to go to a crime deterrent session. I recommend the session, which is actually a two week state sponsored desert hike for 'at risk' youths like yourself.

Mom didn't have the five hundred bucks so in a righteous spell of tough love and to get me out of the house for two weeks she signed me up.

Six of us boarded a van a week later and headed for the back country. I was the youngest and the oldest guy had just turned sixteen.

"What did they pop you for?" He asked.

"Shoplifting. My girlfriend said I could fuck her if I used a rubber, so I boosted a package and got nailed." My fib drew a laugh from all of them, so I asked the oldest guy what he had done.

"I grabbed some old gal's purse. How the hell was I supposed to know she was an off duty cop? She had me down and cuffed before I knew it."

We got to the processing center that afternoon and were herded into a room and told to strip to our skivvies. They searched our clothes and stuff for drugs, weapons, or other contaband and then made us step behind a privacy screen for a body cavity search.

"Drop your pants and squat down, kid." The guy ordered before sticking his gloved finger up my ass. I had never felt so humiliated.

We spent the next day getting oriented for the hike. We were told essentially not to screw with snakes, spiders, and cactus thorns, and we were warned about dehydration, sunburn, and heat stroke. We were also fitted for backpacks and shown how to pack them. After that we were given a short course on first aid and desert survival, during which I spent my time blacking in all of the o's in the handout. Next came our itinerary. We would hike about fifteen miles each day to our campsites, which were actually located only about five miles apart. The circuitous route was designed so that we could alter our speed as necessary for slower walkers or emergencies. Our food and water would be in caches placed along the route so that all we had to pack would be our cooking gear, sleeping bags, and clothing. The councilor would guide us to each cache and generally just keep us alive, and the rest would be up to us.

The last item on our agenda was our introduction to our councilor. He was right out of a Marine Corp recruiting poster: He was six and a half feet tall and about two hundred pounds of solid muscle with biceps the size of my thighs. His name was Kurt, and he was to be considered our friend. It was also implied that Kurt could easily stomp the shit out of us and it was pointed out that he was our key to survival and the completion of the course.

The next day, our first on the trail, was scheduled to be an easy one. Our campsite was about a fifteen mile downhill walk along an old jeep trail through the srub brush and canyons of Nevada. Kurt knew the country well, and he had a handheld GPS unit that had all of the caches programmed in. The cache, which Kurt found easily, was a sealed plastic container of canned and freeze-dried food and two big jugs of water.

"Tomorrow's camp will be along a creek and we will clean up and wash our socks and underwear there, so just use the water for drinking and cooking." Kurt warned us.

It got pretty cold that night, but I was so pooped from the hike that I slept well anyway. We took off right after sunrise and made our way to the next campsite. Our route seemed to wander around a lot, sort of like sheep grazing, but we finally got to the cache late in the afternoon.

"Don't drink the creek water." Kurt cautioned us. "It's okay to wash up in it and do our laundry, but it's full of bugs and crap that will make you sick if you drink it."

Kurt then stripped down naked and waded in, so the rest of us joined him in bathing and washing out our socks and skivvies. Five of us were just skinny kids with a little crotch hair, but Matt, at sixteen, was nearly an adult. He had hair on his legs and ass and he even had the start of a beard. He had well defined muscles in his arms, legs, and abdomen, but he was nothing compared to Kurt. Kurt's entire body, except for his cock and balls, appeared to be solid muscle covered and was by a thick mat of hair, and by that time we had all seen Kurt's cock.

Most guys, out of modesty, decency, or embarrassment will turn away or step behind a rock or something to piss. Not Kurt. He would just pull it out and piss whereever he was and he liked to make sure that everybody saw his dick, as if he was pretty proud of what he had. Watching him bathe in the creek I could see why. His balls were the size of large hen's eggs and the end of his seven inch soft cock hung down to the bottom of his nut sack. He stood facing us as he casually pulled back his foreskin and scrubbed himself, then swung his heavy balls out of the way to wash his crack.

Were were louging around on our sleeping bags just before dark when Kurt started in on a counceling session.

"We passed the 'point of no return' today. That means that we don't have enough water behind us to go back the way we came. Our only way out now is to locate each cache ahead of us." He then changed the subject.

"You are all here because you made some bad decisions, but it could be a lot worse than this nature hike."

"This seems more like the Bataan Death March than a nature hike." Matt commented. It was pretty smart of him to refer to something that happened forty-five years before he was born.

"You could be in a detention center somewhere." Kurt replied. "Would you rather be locked up?"

"A nice soft bed and a decent meal, and maybe some TV sounds pretty good to me." I pointed out. "What's so bad about that?"

"There are other aspects of being locked up that aren't so great, paricularly for youngsters like yourselves. Anyway, it's bedtime." He stated, shutting off the lantern and leaving the remains of the campfire to illuminate the scene. "Porter!"

"Yeah, what?" I answered, sleepily.

"Get your towel and bring your sleeping bag over here." He commanded. He unzipped my sleeping bag and spread it on the ground next to his and then placed my towel in the center of one side of it.

"Younger, weaker guys in prisoan are always subject to the will of stonger men. It is my obligation to demonstrate this to each of you personally so that you will fully understand what awaits you behind bars. Get down on your hands and knees on the towel." He ordered.

I was totally naive and a little slow to comply, so he reached out and slapped he hard on the face. I had never been hit by an adult! A kid could get bloodied up in a ball game or schoolyard scuffle and nobody would care, but any adult, either police officer, teacher, or even a parent who put a bruise on a kid would have to answer to authorities for it.

The then forced me to my knees and ripped my skivvies down, leaving my bare ass sticking up in the shadows of the firelight. I still didn't know what was happening, and it wasn't untill he tore open a condom envelope that I cought on. He reached under me and grabbed my balls with a powerful had and squeezed them hard.

I had my fingers slammed in a car door once, and had taken a softball in the nuts, and had spilled hot oil on my leg. All of those things had hurt but none of them came close to the pain I felt as he compressed my nuts and rammed his dick up my ass. I screamed and collapsed forward on my belly. It was over in a minute, and he rolled off of me, stripped the rubber from his cock and threw it in the fire, and it was only then that I realized I was lying in a puddle of my own goop that he had forced from me.

"Get to sleeep, the shows over." He panted to the audience before he covered us up and placed his huge, hairy arm across my shoulders. For the first time in years I cried myself to sleep.

My awakening the next morning was just as traumatic. He had both of his huge hands on my head and was forcing it towards his crotch. It didn't take a genius to figure out what I was supposed to do. His cock was rank and sour, and the condom had left a taste on it like that of the rubber gloves the dentists wear.

"Wash out your towel and shorts, and let's eat, if you're still hungry, then hit the trail." He ordered, and I knelt retching his seed from my mouth.

It hurt to walk that day, and we only made about ten miles. The other guys wouldn't even look at me or try to comfort me. I think they were all wondering who would be next. My only consolation came that night. He hadn't had sex for a while when he took me, and it was over quickly, but the next guy had to suffer a lot longer than I had.

Four days later Kurt had fucked all of us. Matt fought him, but all he had to show for resisting him was a black eye to go along with his sore asshole. We were on the trail again and I was feeling like shit, as it would be my turn in the saddle again that night.

Kurt stopped us midmorning and shed his pack to take a crap. He always did that in plain sight too. He would just squat on his haunches in front of us with his pendulous balls nearly touching the ground, and we always watched, both fascinated and disgusted as he dumped his load. This time we saw a blur as he pitched forward screaming.

Rattlesnakes in the movies always rattle first. This one didn't, as it was concealed under a rock, and it struck Kurt in the middle of his nutsack just above his balls. The movie snakebite remedy is to cut the wound and suck out the poison. Yeah, right. We carried anti-venom serum instead.

"Get the first-aid kit!" Kurt hollered. "Get the anti-venom!"

Matt rushed to where Kurt had dropped his pack and tore open the first-aid kit.

"Is this it?" Matt asked, holding up the yellow syringe.

"Yes! Hurry, give it to me!" Rattlesnake venom destroys the tissue surrounding the bite unless it is treated quickly.

Matt repsponded by flinging the syring over the nearby rim of the canyon, and tossing Kurt the rubber tourniquet instead.

"I'll die without the anti-venom!" Kurt screamed.

"No you won't." Mat answered "Just isolate the bitten area so the poison doen't spread. Of course gangrene will develop below the tourniquet, and you'll lose all of the tissue around the bite. I took first aid in the Boy Scouts and they told us all that crap."

Kurt looked slowly at each of us before muttering. "You cocksuckers will never get out of here alive without me."

"You just tighten that thing around your bag and keep still and you should be okay for a few days untill help gets here. If you don't you'll die for sure." Matt replied before going to Kurt's pack and getting the map and GPS unit. "This doesn't look to tough to me. I camped a lot in the Scouts and I know how to work a compass and map. According to this we're just a couple of hours from the next campsite if we go there in a straight line. We'll leave you all of our water and when we get back to base they'll send someone out to get you. Let's get going guys, before it gets hot."

I looked at the map and the undecipherable screen of the GPS. It all looked like gibberish to me, but Matt seemd confident and I sure didn't want to stay there with Kurt.

Kurt cinched the lifesaving rubber strap around his nut sack and we followed our new leader to the next campsite.

"I kind of enjoy the desert now that Kurt is out of our hair and we can slow down a little." I said that night as we sat around the campfire. Our new leader had found the cache without any problem.

"Yeah," Matt said, "I've been thinking. We could take the quick way back to the base and be there tomorrow, or we could just wander around out here for a wekk and tell them we got lost. I kind of like it out here too and it makes me feel important knowing that you guys are depending on me to get you back to the base, but it also feels weird, like yesterday I was a kid and today I'm a man."

"Will Kurt last that long?" Someone asked.

"Do we really give a shit?" I wondered, aloud.

"Fuck no!" The reply was unanimous.

"Let's get some sleep." Our new leader said, turning off the lantern and picking up my sleeping bag. "Porter!"

"Huh?" I had moved away from the campfire to take a piss.

"Get your ass over here, and bring your towel!"