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I met Tanner on a mining exploration team in northern British Columbia. This was summer of 2015, and I'd been working in the field for a few seasons to pay down my student loans. Mining exploration had some major perks; it paid well, got me in insanely good shape, and kept me outdoors for months at a time. And, yeah, I met some cool guys along the way. Tanner and I were both working for this exploration company called Helix. Most of the other guys on the crew were older, late thirties. I was twenty-four, Tanner was eighteen, in his first season, trying to prove himself. I guess you could say he did.
Helix had set up a camp in the shadow of a big mountain some hundred miles north of Prince George by bush plane. The camp had maybe ten wall tents, four guys to a tent. There was a bigger plywood kitchen and mess hall, a shack for the geological samples, a small shower room with laundry, and four outhouses in a row up the hill. Tanner was the youngest in our tent, but tall, strong and lean, sort of dumb or at trying to be macho. He had dirty blond hair, buzzed short, big square jaw, like a farmer stereotype. The other two guys, Lee, and Matthew, they were older, lifers in the industry, their hands all scared up from old axe wounds and chainsaw near-misses. I was not a lifer yet and would soon be done my degree in engineering; this lifestyle kept me healthy, but it was hard, and I wouldn't do it forever. I liked working with helicopters and being in the middle of nowhere where I couldn't spend any of my money.
Helix had brought in a kind of portable satellite dish that could pick up some of Musk's new Starlink service, so there was internet in the camp at least, and I even being there only day, I knew most of the guys were probably looking at porn in the outhouses, or in the small plastic shower stall. After dinner, I'd taken a shower in the small shack and seen obvious ropes of cum on the wall, a big load, thick and white and stretched almost the floor. No women in the camp so far, though sometimes some visiting geology students were women. Lots of tension, in other words. Anger sometimes. A few fights.
Tanner's wooden cot sat across from mine in the tent, both of us near the door. The first night after flying in, we'd all gotten ready for bed, the older guys staying in their clothes and curling into their sleeping bags without a sound. Wind through the valley made a soft rustling noise against the tent's canvas, and I'd always found it relaxing. Out here, nights were quiet. I brushed my teeth and spit off the tent's stoop, then gargled water from a canteen and spit again. I sat on my cot and took out my phone to relax a bit before sleep.
Across from me, Tanner stripped to a pair of tight trunk briefs, and started organizing a foldable shelf he'd hung off a nail. The briefs didn't leave much to the imagination. His dick was pretty big, soft, curled over in the briefs like an animal, the head visible at one end against his leg. Straight boys were always the worst.
I lay down on my side, still on my phone, and stealthily looked at dick pics I'd saved from hookups over the years. I'd been hornier for guys the last few months, even when I'd still been with Christina. I only dated women, but I was happy to swing both ways when the time called for it.
"Night," said Tanner, kicking his legs up onto his bed and pulling his puffy down sleeping bag over himself.
"Yeah, you too," I said, my eyes on the phone, the day's labor in my muscle like syrup. Tomorrow we'd be hiking eight, nine hours, a big day.
We got up at 5:30am and changed into our Carhartt's and layered fleeces and sweat wicking under shirts. Guys out here came prepared. You didn't want to get caught out in the mountains. We spent about ten hours each day out there, mostly alone, and then got collected by the helicopter around dinner time for the flight back. A couple times last season, the helicopter had broken down and I'd had to spend the night out in the wilderness, so I always packed more than I needed these days.
Tanner was new, so he'd be working with me the first month or so, to learn about staking claims, learn how to take of himself in the wilderness. Our main job was putting wooden posts in the ground every five hundred yards at a specific location on the GPS to mark where Helix could drill for core samples and see what kind of metals were in this region.
Tanner ate four or fives eggs for breakfast, sausages, a plate of broccoli. Oh to be young again. I had some muesli and a cliff bar.
Next, we gathered up our packs, axes, shotguns, and went to the landing pad as the pilot spun up the rotors and got everything going. Tanner hadn't been in a helicopter before. He looks excited. It would pass. All he had to remember was not to walk uphill into the rotors or downhill into the tail. Move slow. Transfer your weight. Basic shit to be safe.
The grid we were working on today was about twenty miles from camp through a waffle board of green hills and low mountains, their sides dusted in loose shale. We saw groups of caribou as Escort Fikirtepe we flew over, their hair mottled and falling away with the transition between seasons. Nice country out there. Not to steep. I'd seen worse. Once we got to our drop point, the pilot landed in a valley, and me and Tanner hoped out and kneeled until the bird lifted off fully and buzzed away. Cool wind coursed down the slope to our right, flipping our jacket collars around.
"It's loud," said Tanner.
"Yep. And out here, it's quiet."
We stood silently for a minute in the great emptiness. Not a single sound. Not a bird. Not a tumbling pebble. This was actual wilderness. No one here maybe ever. No human in the history of the world. I looked around for bears, as I always did right when I landed at a new spot. Just to be safe. I took out my water and drank a swig of it, then pulled out the GPS so check our location relative to the line we needed to hike along.
Tanner stood against a boulder the size of car, a smirk on his face. "You know, your glasses are reflective, right?
"What?"
What?
"Like, they reflect your phone screen."
Oh shit. He'd seen me looking at the dick pics.
"That was just a joke my buddy sent."
Tanner nodded. "Oh yeah? Okay."
"I'll take them off next time."
"It's not a big deal, man. It's 2021."
Looking at him, it almost seemed like the crotch of his heavy workpants had a bigger bulge than when we'd landed. He was still leaning against the big stone, the smirk still on his face. Young guy, probably cool in his high school, king of the world. Maybe more perceptive than I'd given him credit for, seeing that reflection.
"It's nothing man," he looked out over the valley, his jaw rippling, just bored in this fucking camp. No girls."
"Yeah, no girls is rough."
"I had to jerk off in the shower."
I thought back to the previous night, the cum on the shower wall.
"Next time clean it up."
He blanched. Looked away. "Sorry, I didn't realize."
"It's not a big deal. Just clean it up next time."
"I thought I got it all. And I well, uh..." he trailed off.
"You what?"
"Nothing, man, nothing." There was definitely a bulge now, down to his left leg, moving slightly.
"No, I want to know," I walked a few feet closer, now close enough to see the pulse in his neck.
"I just...cum a lot, I thought I cleaned it all."
"Really? That looked like a full load on the wall still, Jesus."
"Yeah, if I don't cum every day, it's even more." He looked proud, then embarrassed again, not used to talking about sex.
We stood like this for another ten seconds. He was definitely getting hard. The bar of his dick stood out from his work pants. He looked down, then up to me. Awkward.
"You gonna be okay hiking like that?" I asked, trying to keep it lighthearted.
"Probably, yeah." He rearranged himself with his hand. That thing looked big and thick.
"Well, uh, If you want to, you know," I indicated with my head.
"If I want to what?"
I worried he might try to fight me or ridicule me. But I wanted it, bad. Working all summer with no other guys who were into it hadn't been easy.
"I'll help you out with it, if you want."
"Help me out." He seemed to be repeating this to himself in his head. "I'm not gay."
"I know. I'm just saying I could help you with it. Since there are no girls around."
"Like, your hand?"
I waited a moment. "Can I use my mouth? It's faster and feels better, right?"
I saw his cock jump through his pants at the word "mouth."
The sun came out just then, cooking on the bag of my neck. Everything smelled like stone and fresh grass. I walked over to where he leaned against the rock and got on my knees in front of him. He was looking nervous, face half red, dick like a flashlight in his pocket. I put a hand on the button at the top of his pants. "Is this okay?" I asked.
He nodded but didn't say anything, looking around like we'd get caught out here.
"We're just buddies, right?" I said. "I'm just helping you out."
I flipped the button. He had nice abs, a thin line of hair traced from his white briefs to his belly button. I tugged the workpants down slow, they slid off his creamy white hips. It took some wiggling to get them over his rigid dick, the thing almost busting out of his underwear, but I eventually got the pants down around his ankles and work boots. A big wet patch had spread from his dick's head over the left side of his briefs. Lots of pre cum. Young guys always leaked like crazy. I put my fingers in the band of his briefs and pulled them down too. His dick sprang out and landed hot on my cheek. The skin so rigid and smooth. "This okay?" I asked again? His mouth hung open, but he just nodded, faster now. I had him. With a guy, I always knew when he'd passed the point of needing to cum, everything else secondary to cumming. He needed it now. I moved a bit closer and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. Uncut, maybe seven Sancaktepe escort inches, so smooth. A nice dick, a carving. He kept his pubes trimmed short. Pre cum beaded and his slit and spilled out into a long clear string. I caught the string in my mouth and swallowed it. Sweet, warm.
"Don't worry about cumming," I said. "Cum in my mouth. I'll swallow."
He nodded, more pre cum forming at the tip. This wouldn't last long.
I brought the flared and swollen head of him to my tongue and licked off more precum. So much of it. Keeping my lips tight, I closed them over the tip of his dick and flicking with my tongue, sucked him into my mouth, slow. A hoarse sound ripped out of Tanner's throat as my tongue settled against the underside of his head and began to stroke it. How long has it been since he'd gotten sucked? Pulses raced up his shaft under my hand. I waited a moment. I don't know when he'd done it, but he had a hand on the back of my head, its pressure rising by the second, guiding me down the shaft. I took in more and more of him, then felt his pelvis bump against my lips. With some effort I got my tongue onto his balls and licked up and down as he flexed in my throat.
"Uhhhhhhh," Tanner let this sound roll out of him, the echo over the mountains coming back a few seconds later. Guys always made this noise when I did that.
He started to thrust in and out of my mouth while holding onto my hair, shallow thrusts, keeping almost his whole cock in my throat. I tried to relax my neck and face muscles and let him do what he wanted. He got a bit more bold and went faster, harder, but he didn't have a chance. His fingers twined tight in my hair and when I looked up his head was thrown back at the sky, one long groan coming from him, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhh, each grunt bleeding into the next, and even if I would have liked to edge him a bit longer, I knew I couldn't stop him now. With one last big thrust, both hands locked onto the sides of my head, he grunted and his dick bucked in my mouth. First came the salt taste of that last bit of precum before a guy cums. I backed off as much as his grip would let me. His cock bucked again. My tongue on the underside of his shaft felt the pulses first, then the big first rope of cum splashed the back of my mouth. He let loose a long moan as a second rope coated my tongue. Then a third. His dick bucked up and down against the roof of my mouth as he unloaded. What a load. He came and came, and I made a little bowl out of my tongue and collected what I could before being forced to swallow. I swallowed two more mouthfuls, the taste salty and warm, thick, full of life. Tanner had a hand still on my head as his dick began to soften a bit in my mouth, cum still leaking from it. I ran a hand up the shaft to milk the dregs onto my tongue. He was now looking down, exhausted, a big smile on his face.
I swallowed the last of him and got up, the strong taste of him still in my mouth, the waxy feeling in my throat. "Any time out here, I got you, okay?"
* * * * *
Tanner came in my mouth twice more that day. He was eighteen, I guess, and an eighteen-year-old with free access to a warm mouth is a dangerous thing. The first was when we stopped for lunch in a ravine by a crystal-clear creek. I was sitting on a patch of grass unpacking my sandwich, when he came over, dick imprint clear through his work pants. He gave me a look, almost demanding, and undid his belt right over where I sat, one of his strong hands on my head. I didn't say anything just swivelled onto my knees and took his half hard dick in my mouth. We'd been hiking hard, and he tasted like sweat and salt and old dried precum from the blowjob at the landing site earlier. He got fully hard fast, not trying to be quiet anymore, not nervous, looking down at me, grunting as he thrust into my mouth. I put a hand on his balls and tickled his taint, his dick bucking harder and harder. Soon, I felt his thighs contract as his hand twined through my hair, one last big pulse of his dick, him saying "take it, bro," and he unloaded across my tongue, his cum pooling before each swallow. He came a good five spurts, then softened and withdrew. I finished swallowing and went back to my sandwich. Near the end of the day, he face fucked me against a tree, my head with nowhere to go, just a hole for him, until he gasped and came right into my throat. Not sure how much cum he even had left by then, but I took it. This time he actually thanked me, said it felt good. I told him no problem.
This continued for the next week, and I don't know how much of his cum I ate. He seemed to have an endless amount. His morning loads were the biggest, obviously, him undoing his belt before the helicopter was even out of sight. Sometimes he'd lie back on the grass and let me suck him, other times he'd stand and hold my head tight, forcing me to swallow deep, his load going right into my stomach. A few times, I came hands free into my Carhartts, though that was messy and got kind of gross by the end of the day. He never offered to üsküdar escort bayan get me off, and I didn't ask.
But then we got split up for a few days, each working with the other guy from the tent, these guys straight as an arrow, kind of scary, so I wouldn't even approach the subject of me getting them off. I could tell Tanner was getting frustrated when we'd be in the tent at night after work, all of us getting ready for bed. He'd be in his underwear, dick half hard, though only I could see it by the way he was sitting, an annoyed expression on his face.
That third night of us not working together, I lay on my platform in the tent, the other two guys snoring. It was grey twilight all night this far north. I couldn't hear Tanner's breathing, but assumed he was asleep. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Tanner, standing next to my bed naked, his dick hard as a rock. He had a finger to his lips. Something in his hand, too, a plastic container. I couldn't make it out. I looked at the other guys in the far corner in the tent, then back at Tanner, like we can't. He shook his head and motioned me to flip over. What? He put a hand on my hip and roughly turned me onto my stomach. Oh shit. This teenager was crazy. I had my face in my pillow now, the cotton musty, stray hairs all over it. With his other hand, Tanner pulled down my briefs to my ankles. Very quietly he climbed onto the platform. The wood creaked under his weight, and we froze and listened for the other guys' breathing. After a moment, he moved on top of me, his cock against my lower back, hot and leaking onto my skin. I heard a container open, then a warm finger, covered in something, maybe Vaseline, at my ass. I tried to wriggle away, no, this was too risky, we'd get fired, maybe beat up. We couldn't do this. One of Tanner's strong hands planted into my upper back and held me down. His mouth by my ear, whispering, "Be quiet, I'll go slow. No mess if I cum in you, right?"
I nodded and didn't say anything back.
He wanted to breed me fifteen feet from two sleeping adults.
His fingers worked the Vaseline into my ass with one goal. He pressed his index against my prostate, and I almost screamed. I kept my mouth in the pillow to muffle any noise. One finger, two. I pushed out to give him access. I'd need to be relaxed or this would hurt. His dick was so hard on my back, a long string of precum painting back and forth over the skin there, warm and sticky. After another minute his fingers withdrew, and I felt something huge at the entrance to my body. His dick head paused at the tight entrance. So hot and hard. Then pressure, the flared crown pushing at the Vaseline-covered hole. He was huge and I focused on pushing out, letting him into my ass. He had a hand on my lower back, holding me still, holding me down so I didn't move away. His precum helped slip him in little by little. With a hushed groan from him, the head went in. So full, the feeling of him. Hadn't done this in so long. He had one hand on each of my ass cheeks now, slowly forcing his cock in me. I gasped into the pillow. The dick just kept coming, deeper and deeper, like it would never end. I lost track of time. Then the soft feeling of his bush against my skin, his balls against my taint. He was all the way in me, his dick inside my stomach it felt like. And for a minute he just stayed like that, his cock flexing with arousal. I swear I could feel his pulse through it. Had he not cum in the three days? Did he say he was going to cum in me? Slow at first, he began to slide out until just the head was in me, then back in, balls deep, then out. He went slow enough that it made hardly any noise. His breathing was a bit ragged though. He folded over me, his body all the way on top now, his mouth by my ear, whispering, "Fuck, you're tight. We don't want a mess right?" His tone desperate.
"Okay," I whispered back. "You can cum in me."
This made his deck flex in me. Each thrust ran right over my prostate. He couldn't see but I knew there was a pool of my own precum all over my sheet under us. His pace picked up. I couldn't help it at this point, and just stuffed my face in the pillow and came. I felt the cum leaving my dick like a vacuum was sucking it out. My whole body trembling and contracting under this wiry eighteen year old using me as a cum bucket. The contractions in my ass must've been too much for him because he bit onto my shoulder muffling a grunt and went as deep as he could in me. His dick twitched and began to jerk up and down in me, pulsing out his three-day load. I felt each buck of his orgasm, such warmth, his teeth in my skin, his body doing shallow uncontrolled thrusts, all instinct. Such a load. I felt cum squeeze out past his dick, nowhere to go, and leak down my ass to my balls, warm, gooey. Tanner came and came and came. His dick still rock hard, filling me up completely. After two minutes of this, he took his mouth off my shoulder and sucked in a breath. "Fuck," he said. He slowly withdrew his softening dick, a flood of cum coming out with it, the cum on my ass and balls, legs, quilt. What a mess. He got off the bed without saying anything and went back to his, soon his snores joined the sounds coming from the other guys, and I was left to figure out the mess and wipe up the cum all my body and bed. I knew it wouldn't be the last time.