Pride Story

Since there was good feedback to Proven Guilty, I decided to do another fiction series. Hope everyone likes it!

"Hiking is hard." I came to that conclusion after spending a week hiking towards the mountain that our small group of eight men were to climb. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Erik Forrester, a lawyer and avid rock climber in my spare time. I have a girlfriend - or rather, HAD a girlfriend.

Anyway, we had been hiking for a week. Now, it's not that I'm not fit; I've been told that I'm ripped and have great abs, but combining bad food, a tiny tent for all eight men (me, Harry Truhart, Daniel Hurt, Carlos Mendes, Sam Werner, Anthony Lake, Wesley Turner, and Jason Mann), relentless mosquitoes, and the longing for my girlfriend back home is a recipe for disaster - and complaining. And we still had a week to go before we got to the mountain! However, That week would turn out to be the best of my life.

It started out like any normal day - Sunday the 23d. I tripped and fell on Harry getting out of the tent; breakfasted on trout and spoiled milk; fended off mosquitoes earlier than usual; discovered bears had eaten most of our packed food; and left an hour later than expected. However, I noticed something different - the men all had a different air about them, an anxious, desperate air that somehow had nothing to do with the loss of food; it was more sexual. If I were to go out on a limb, I'd say that they were horny.

I didn't have much time to investigate that theory, however. We had begun hiking, which brought other worries: how to deal with the mosquitoes, lunch, sunscreen, et cetera. That pushed my suspicions about the men to the back of my mind until late that night.

So we had finally made camp, and were getting ready to go to bed when Harry asked me to go out into the woods with him. I accepted, and led the way into an absolutely beautiful clearing. The moon and the stars were shining down and framing Harry's figure; he looked mysterious and majestic. His blond hair shone in the moonlight and his green eyes twinkled with excitement. Dare I say it? He was hot.

"No, what would your girlfriend think?" I said to myself, pushing those thoughts out of my head. "What did you want to see me for?" I asked Harry as I walked up next to him. He just shushed me and pointed at the beauty of the forest and the clearing. The trees looked silver in this light; the flowers' colors were muted and added to the air of mystery that Harry had around him. Unknown to me at the time, Harry's hand slowly made its way across the small gap between us, and grabbed my ass.

Under normal circumstances I would've taken issue with that;, however, these were not normal circumstances, and I slowly felt and erection grow inside my pants, enjoying the feeling of another man feeling me up. He turned to me and said, "Erik, as your friend you should know that I've... well, been wanting to do that for a long time, and... that's why I brought you out here. I had to tell you how I feel." I just looked at him, felt his hand still on my ass, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight, and I slowly pulled him close and kissed him.

To be continued...