I’m an avid outdoorsman, at least I consider myself such with a fondness of history. Whenever I get a chance I like to travel to places of historical significance. Even better if I can get away from the tourist paths and spots and pitch camp and let nature soak in. Once settled into my camping spot I set out on foot for the surroundings and look for obvious signs of historical occurrences. Once in a while I find a local guide that’s familiar with the history of what happened over the years.
One such time was a spur of the moment trip in October before the chill of autumn set in. I chose a small out of the way site in Virginia that was seldom heard of outside the local community. Known as Old Church Road in the Tidewater region of Virginia I had heard tales of pirates and witches and all the good local lore that makes ghost stories interesting. I arrived in the area I had heard of and as I was grabbing the last few bare necessities for camp at the local store the lady warned me not to go near there. “People never come back, or are changed forever.”
I believe in ghosts but usually take such tales that she spun with a grain of salt. I mean usually there’s something that happened in reality to spur such tales but they usually turn out to be nothing to them, so I thought.
I found the area I wanted to set camp for the weekend and obtained permission from the land owners. The permission to camp came with a warning “Whatever you do, don’t follow any lights you see. Stay out of the wooded section down by the river.” I was like “Understood, the little lady at the store told me some tales about this area but I didn’t believe her. I’m just curious why stay out of the woods along the River?” The old farmer advised “People disappear down there, there’s quick sand and unseen marshes. Not to mention the spirits of lost souls”
I settled in pitching camp where the old farmer told me was the best ground. I could see the patch of woods he warned me off and I was far enough from the road that any passing cars wouldn’t be a problem. I took a stroll to explore my surroundings and be familiar with everything. A low fog started rolling in from the river and I started back to camp. Upon arriving I heard a low “Hello in Camp!” As I thought it was the old farmer checking on I called out to the fog “Hello and come on in and join me for some grub.”
A young man about my age appeared out of the fog dressed only in knee length pants. Hi dark hair somewhat tossed he looked as if he had been digging and got lost in the fog. “Hi I’m Scott, Mr Jones gave me permission camp here for the weekend and doing some exploring of the area.” “Glad to meet thee Scott, I’m Bobby. I got separated from me comrades when the fog rolled in. Have ye seen them?” “Nope sure haven’t seen anyone since setting up camp”, I replied not thinking much of his old English way of speaking. After all I know a lot of historical re-enactors and even in daily life they like to play the part. “I’m fixing dinner you’re welcome to join me”
Bobby joined me for dinner and although he didn’t talk much, his gaze was constantly on me with a lustful look. He helped me clean up after and as we were washing the dishes his hand gently stroked mine. “It’s warm out let’s down down to the river for a dip,” I suggested. “Sounds lovely.” Bobby replies and we proceeded through the fog to the rivers edge where we stripped down.
Bobby had a magnificent body and once the sand and dirt washed off I could see a beautiful chest and abs. His cock was hanging semi erect with the promise of a good 7-8”. As we splashed around he drew closer until our bodies came in contact. I leaned and and began kissing him as my hands explored his fine body. Bobby’s hands went for my cock and began slowly stroking it to its full eight inches. “Please captain fuck thy boy”, as he dropped to his knees and began sucking me like a hungry pig. “Only if you return the favor sexy”, came my response as my eyes rolled to the back of my head from the blow job.
After a few moments I pulled him to his feet kissing his passionately as I dropped to my knees and took his cock dripping with precum into my mouth. I swallowed his cock to his pubes as my hands explored his chest, tweaking his nipples before kneading his ass cheeks with my fingers. I continued sucking him as I slipped first on the two fingers inside his warm ass which was tightening around my fingers wanting more.
I was obviously hitting all the right spots as I fingered his ass, and in moments he was shooting his load down my throat which I hungrily swallowed. I rose to my feet and kissed him for a few minutes, then led him back to the tent in the fog. I laid him back onto my framed hammock utilizing it as a makeshift sling as I had done on several occasions camping. I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and began eating his ass driving him wild as his legs wrapped around my head holding me there.
When I was ready I repositioned myself and slowly slid my cock into Bobby’s sweet ass. Immediately his ass clamped down on my cock and I no longer held back and finished shoving all the way in as his eyes rolled back into his head with a silent gasp. I slowly build up speed and power behind each thrust enjoying every second of this quiet sexy man’s hunger for my cock. Every time he reached for his cock I’d smack his hand away, “No! That load is for my ass Bobby.” I took my time intent on not blowing until I could take no more. Then Bobby reaches up tweaking both my nipples and with a loud moan I unleashed a three day load into his hungry ass that continuously grabbed at my cock holding it in place mailing every drop. To my surprise just the motion of his ass muscles caused me to blow a second and equally powerful load till his ass was dripping with my cum.
I dropped back to my knees eating my own cum from his ass, something I rarely do. What was it about this sexy, quiet man from the fog that drove me wild. After I finished eating his ass I rose up, pulling him to his feet as I plopped down on the makeshift hammock sling, “My turn, fuck me good Bobby”
Bobby looked at me longingly as his cock was dripping precum. I couldn’t resist to taste his sweet nectar and sucked him for a few minutes making him even harder. I laid back legs pulled to my chest giving him a clear view of my ass. He began rimming me at first slowly driving his tongue deeper and deeper make me cry out in pure pleasure. Ever quiet, this beautiful man of few words impaled me with his sweet meat in one fell blow causing me to see stars at first. It had been some time since I had bottomed and Bobby made me feel the need more and more. His long slow strokes in and out with his eyes fixed upon mine made me want him more and more.
“More please Bobby don’t stop, give it to me like you own my ass!”, I cried out echoing through the fog. His own loan moans as he pumped me caused me to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper. “YES! YES! YES! I love it!”, I kept crying out as he continued plowing me. What felt like an hour passed with this amazing pleasure when he grunted loudly “AYE CAPTAIN!”, and filled my ass full of his man seed. As he stayed in there a moment he grinned widely as he gazed into my eyes. Just then a bell tolled in the distance, which I presumed to be a channel marker in the river. Bobby withdrew from my ass and silently and quickly disappeared into the mist.
I made an attempt to follow and called out several times for him to no avail. As quickly as the fog and Bobby appeared it dissipated. There was no sign of life anywhere except my campfire about eighty yards away as I found myself at the edge of the river. Puzzled I returned to camp as night fell I could see distant lights moving slowly among the clump of trees I was warned about. My curiosity I crept near and could tell a large group with old fashioned lanterns at work digging and arguing, the faint sounds of water lapping against a ship nearby with others aboard talking and shouting at the men ashore.” I quickly returned to camp.
The next morning the old farmer came around to check on me. “So how was your night sonny,” he asked. “I’m a bit puzzled, I had a brief visitor named Bobby” when the fog rolled in just before night fell and just up and vanished as did the fog. Then there was a set of lantern lights over in the patch of woods. I could hear mean talking and someone shouting from a ship in the river.” He looked at me with a pale faced look as I asked, “Is there some sort of historical re-enactment going on?”
He looked at me and said, “there was no fog last night. Those were pirates from long ago that buried a treasure. But they killed each other over their greed. You saw and heard their ghosts and anyone that enters those woods disappears or found dead with their throats slit as their ghosts protect their loot that’s never been recovered.”
I soon packed up and started for home wondering if Bobby was a pirate ghost or was he real?
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