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Trail Mates
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)

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A young man tackles a two thousand mile hike on the 
Appalachian Trail. Along the way he picks up a fellow 
traveler bearing a lot of surprises. (M/f-teen, ped, 
oral, rom)

***

This little hike had been in the planning for months and 
I was finally ready to take on the Appalachian Trail. 
Ever since I read Bill Bryson's "A Walk in the Woods" I 
had been promising myself that I was going to do it. I 
used part of my savings to buy the gear and had even 
bypassed the spring term at the University to get a 
start in early April, hoping to make it to the other end 
by October. I'm an experienced hiker but I had never 
tried anything even close to this. I hugged my dad who 
insisted on driving me to the trailhead to see me off.

"Take care, son. Give us a call whenever you have phone 
access."

"I will, Dad. Thanks for all your help in putting this 
thing together. I'll see you this October in Maine."

With that, I was on my way. The first part of the trail 
wasn't too tough. My plan was to try to do two three-
hour stretches every day until I got used to the strain 
on my legs and the weight on my back. I figured it would 
take a few days to establish my pace. There were wayside 
rest stops all along the trail but most of my nights 
would be spent in my tent.

The first few days passed without incident. 
Occasionally, I would hook up with other hikers, very 
few of them out to walk the whole thing. Sometimes we 
would stay together for a few miles but, invariably, 
we'd end up separating. I was close to the Tennessee-
South Carolina border north of Georgia when my 
adventure, the subject of this story began.

I was resting on a boulder after a series of fairly 
steep inclines reminded me I still had some toughening 
up to do. The area around me was remote and rugged and I 
hadn't seen any sign of civilization for two days. As I 
munched on some trail mix and sipped from my canteen, I 
thought I saw some movement in my peripheral vision. I 
looked around to spot it but saw nothing. There are 
black bears around but they usually try to keep their 
distance from humans. 

I figured it was probably some small animal or maybe a 
deer. I shrugged into my pack and got underway. The rest 
of the day promised to be a little easier because, from 
what I could see on my topographical map, it was mostly 
downhill. I hadn't walked a half a mile when I caught 
movement off to the side again, and this time I was sure 
I saw a flash of red. The only red animal I could think 
of in these parts was a cardinal and I was pretty sure I 
hadn't seen a bird.

I'm not given to panicky reactions but I had heard 
stories of rare assaults and robberies of lone hikers. I 
stopped and took my 9mm and holster out of my pack and 
strapped it onto my belt. If I were being scoped-out, 
maybe that would discourage them. I didn't see anything 
else suspicious for the rest of the day so I decided 
that either it was nothing to start with or the person 
or animal no longer had any interest in me. 

I stopped at a wayside camp and got my tent set up, then 
started a fire in the little grated fireplace to heat up 
some freeze-dried stew. Oh, yummy! Just as I started to 
pour some of it into a mug, someone stepped out from 
behind a tree about thirty feet away. Spooked, I put my 
hand where my pistol would be but of course I had put it 
back in my pack. 

When I looked closer, I saw it was a kid, maybe fourteen 
or fifteen years old. He had dark, ratty looking hair 
that was down to his shoulders and he was dressed in old 
jeans and a red sweatshirt that were way too big for 
him. He was bare footed but had a pair of high top shoes 
tied together and hanging around his neck. No doubt I 
had just met my "stalker".

"Hi! Can I help you?" I asked.

"Hey! Um, I's wonderin' if ya could use sum hep." He 
still had a boy's voice and the accent was so heavy it 
took me a few seconds to figure out what he said. His 
head was cocked to the side and his eyes were fixed on 
the pot of stew. The message seemed to be that he was 
hungry and hoping to work for food.

"What's your name?"

"C. J."

"Nice to meet you, C J. My name is Dave. What kind of 
help did you have in mind?"

"Well, Ah could tote stuff fer ye. Ah'm purdy strong."

"We might work something out. Would you like to have 
some supper with me?"

He nodded his head and walked over to the camp. I handed 
him the mug of stew I had poured and asked him to have a 
seat on a log by the campfire. He began blowing and 
sipping the stew like he couldn't wait for it to cool 
off. He was really hungry and one mug of stew wasn't 
going to be enough. I reached into my pack for a bag of 
gorp and tossed it over to him. I poured myself some 
stew and refilled his mug with the last of it.

Why wasn't this kid in school, I wondered.  "Do you live 
around here, C J?"  

"Ah don' live no place."

"What do you mean? Don't you have family around here 
somewhere?"

"Ah wuz stayin' with a ol' man but Ah thank he dahed."

Again, a pause for translation, "You think he died? When 
did he die, C J?"

"Two days ago. Ah got skeert 'n tuk off."

This was getting really bizarre. "OK. Let me get this 
strait. You were living with an old man and he might 
have died two days ago and then you left. Weren't there 
neighbors you could go to for help?" He wouldn't look me 
in the eye and my gut told me he was hiding something.

"The onliest fokes aroun'd thar's his kin 'n Ah caint 
abide 'em."

I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere so I gave it a 
rest. The map showed that I'd get to a small town the 
next day and there might be someone there who could help 
him. "Tell you what, C J. We'll try you out tomorrow 
carrying the tent and the sleeping bag, then we'll talk 
about it again. Will that work for you?"

"Yessuh. Tha'd be fahn."
  
"Do you have a sleeping bag or anything?"

"Nah, Ah'll jes curl up here by the fahr."

"It looks like it might rain tonight. I have an extra 
blanket you can wrap around you and sleep in the tent."

"Ah 'priciate ya 'n Ah'm b'holden fer the supper."

I didn't sleep all that well because I sort of half way 
expected him to grab my pack and make a run for it. I 
was wrong. He slept like a baby.

We had oatmeal with raisins and walnuts and instant 
coffee for breakfast. Once we got back on the trail, we 
made pretty good time. The sleeping bag and the tent 
don't weigh all that much but it's surprising how light 
my pack felt without them. C J was still barefoot and I 
asked him why he didn't wear his shoes. He said they 
were too big and he only wore them when it was cold. It 
didn't slow him down though; he stayed right with me 
every step of the way. Come to think of it, he was 
probably a lot more used to walking up and down 
mountainsides than I was. 

When we stopped for lunch, I told him that I was going 
to get a room for the night if there was a motel in 
town. That would give both of us a chance to clean up 
and resupply. At first, he didn't seem too enthusiastic 
about the idea, but I explained to him that if he was 
going to share a tent with me, he needed to clean 
himself up. He grinned in response and that reminded me 
that we needed to get him a toothbrush.

There was a small motel that catered to hikers near the 
trail but they only had one room and it was a single. I 
took it anyway because I didn't feel like tromping all 
over town looking for another. The landlady said there 
was a laundromat about a block down to street and a 
general store in the next block down. We decided to do 
the store first so C J would have something to wear 
while we washed our clothes. Since the store catered to 
hikers, there was a good supply of gear. 

We got him some jeans, heavy socks, a sweatshirt, some 
underwear and basic toiletries. As an afterthought, I 
decided to add some hiking boots. If he bolted on me, at 
least he'd have some creature comforts for a little 
while. I hadn't paid any attention before but, when he 
tried on the boots, I was surprised at how small his 
feet were. Teenage boys are usually still catching up to 
their feet at his age.

He used the fitting room to change into his new clothes 
and we carried his dirty ones in a bag along with mine 
to the laundry. While he was changing I checked in with 
my dad to let him know I was OK. I didn't mention C J 
because I knew I'd have to field a lot of questions that 
I didn't have answers to yet. There was a lady at the 
laundry who would wash and dry our stuff for five bucks 
a load so we left it in her hands and told her we'd pick 
it up in the morning. 

As soon as we got back to the room, I pointed C J to the 
bathroom and told him not to come out until he was 
scrubbed clean and his teeth were flossed and brushed. 
While he was still in the shower, I knocked on the door 
and said I had to pee. The shower was one of those 
glassed-in jobs where the glass was frosted; you could 
see shapes but they were blurry. Even so, as I was 
standing there doing my business, something didn't seem 
quite right about what I was seeing. 

As I watched his shape moving around in the shower, it 
finally sunk in that C J had boobs. "My god, he's a 
girl!" 

I closed the bathroom door and sat on the bed wondering 
what in the hell I should do now. Here I was in a motel 
room, a single no less, with a girl who was probably 
underage and may in fact be a runaway. A smart person 
would no doubt be calling the Sheriff's Department and 
unloading this problem onto someone else's shoulders, 
but then I have no claim to genius. I'd confront her 
with it and see what she had to say.

When C J came out of the bathroom, looking a whole lot 
better I might add, I just came right out and asked, 
"Why didn't you tell me you were a girl?"

"Wern't no secret 'n ya didn't ask. Ah kin do th' work 
so whut's th' diff?"

"The "diff" as you put it, is that people could get the 
wrong idea. How old are you, anyhow?"

"Sixteen, Ah thank, Ah ain't sure."

"Oh, lordy! Just what I need. Jailbait."

"Ah don' see why it makes any never mind lessen yer 
plannin' ta rape me er sumthin. Are yuh?"

"Of course not! Don't be silly. But you could accuse me 
of assaulting you and I don't know how I could prove I 
didn't."

"Ah got no call t' do that 'n Ah ain't got no truck with 
th' law. You been nice t' me, Dave 'n Ah'm b'holden. 
Caint we jes keep on lak that?"

After thinking about it for a while, I laid my 
conditions. "C J, I need to know the truth about why 
you're on your own on the Appalachian Trail. If you'll 
trust me that far, I'll do what I can for you including 
keeping you hired on as a porter."

She looked at me intently like she was trying to read 
what was in my mind. "Ah don' know what a porter is but 
Ah'm hungry. Kin we git a bite 'n then Ah'll tell ya 
everthang."

"There's a pizza joint across the street. That OK?"

We took a back booth where nobody was in hearing range. 
After we ordered our pizza and got our iced tea, she 
leaned across the table and laid out her story.

"That ol' man Ah wuz stayin' with wern't no kin o' mine. 
My real pap sold me to 'im when Ah wuz 'bout thirteen. 
Ah had t' keep his house 'n do fer 'im but he's all th' 
tahm tuchin' me 'n stuff. Three days ago, he trahed t' 
make me suck 'is dick but Ah tolt 'm they wern't no way 
Ah'd put his nasty ol' thang in mah mouth 'n said he 
couldn't even git it up anyways. That made 'im mad 'n he 
started in t' slappin' me. Ah pushed 'im off me 'n he 
fell back agin th' wood stove n whacked 'is haid 'n Ah 
don't thank he wuz breathin'. I knowed fer sure his kin 
wudda said Ah kilt 'im on purpose, so Ah jest lit out. 
That's th' God's truth, Dave. Now Ah'm goin' north 
whuther it's with you 'r not, but Ah'd sure take it 
kindly if you'd let me go with ya."

I leaned back sipping my iced tea, thinking, "This is 
just great. Now I had an under aged girl who wasn't just 
a runaway, she could be a fugitive from the law. Am I 
willing to stick my neck out that far? My gut feeling 
was that this girl really needed someone's help and I 
knew nothing about the law or social services in that 
part of the country. If the practice of selling children 
was tolerated, I didn't hold out much hope for her 
getting a fair deal."

The improvidence of youth must be my lot because I 
decided to chance it. "Here's what we'll do, C J. 
Tomorrow morning after we pick up the laundry, we'll 
stop at the store and get you geared up properly for the 
trail. We'll put some miles between us and the old man 
and you can take your time deciding what you want to do 
with your future." When she smiled, it struck me that 
she was actually a very pretty young woman now that I 
was seeing her as a female.

Back at the motel she insisted on taking the sleeping 
bag while I luxuriated on an actual bed for the first 
time in several days.

At the store the next morning, aside from a backpack for 
C J, we added some proper underwear including a couple 
of sports bras and some short pants and T-shirts for the 
warm days that I knew weren't far off. With both of us 
carrying packs, we could carry a lot more food and 
minimize the number of supply stops along the way. Some 
days we managed twenty or twenty-five miles. I was 
getting used to her southern Appalachian drawl but she 
wanted me to correct her speech and vocabulary. It was 
her intention to make a new start on life and she knew 
that the way she spoke was going to be a barrier. 

It became obvious pretty quickly that she was well above 
average in the intelligence department, absorbing 
information like a sponge and making noticeable 
improvements in her speech daily. By the time we had 
crossed most of North Carolina and were almost in 
Virginia, we had grown comfortable with each other. In 
fact, I believed there was a pretty strong mutual 
attraction growing between us, but I never put any moves 
on her or touched her in any suggestive way and I was 
careful to see that she had all the privacy she needed. 

If we found a little pond or a stream to wash up in, we 
would take turns while the other watched the camp. If I 
had a problem at all, it was that looking at her cute 
butt when I was behind her stirred up my hormones and 
opportunities for relief by way of a little self-abuse 
were uncommon.

We had been on the trail for about a month when the 
nature of our relationship took a turn. As the weather 
warmed we were meeting a lot more hikers along the way 
and the wayside campgrounds were often crowded at night. 
We took to avoiding them and setting up camp far enough 
off the trail to not be visible. In the last town we 
stopped at, I picked up a little sterno heater to cook 
with. I also made a covert trip the drug store while C J 
picked out some more freeze-dried meals.

A couple of days later we camped in a beautiful little 
clearing about fifty yards off the trail. The walk that 
day had been especially strenuous and we both needed a 
good cleanup. The slow-moving stream near the camp was 
cold enough to get your attention but it wasn't the kind 
of cold that makes your skin hurt. We ate first and then 
took turns washing in the stream; she went first. Our 
routine was to clean ourselves up then crawl into our 
sleeping bag to get warm. I was shivering when I crawled 
into the tent to zip myself in. I was very much 
surprised to find that C J had zipped the sleeping bags 
together and was peeking out at me with a wicked grin on 
her face.

"Ah cain't seem ta git warm enough 'n was wonderin' if 
maybe you could help me with that."

Hallelujah! Was this really going to happen? I was 
pretty sure from her coquettish expression that she 
wasn't asking me to just snuggle. The thought crossed my 
mind that this could get me into a world of trouble with 
the law but that thought quickly faded away; biology 
would not be denied. "Give me just a second to get 
something out of my pack and I'll definitely help you 
get warm." 

I got a couple of condoms out of the box I bought on my 
covert trip to the drug store. I hadn't really expected 
to use them but had certainly hoped to. They were for 
"just-in-case" and here it was. I crawled into the 
sleeping bag to find that she was already naked so, 
within seconds, I was too.

We were all over each other like bark on a tree, mashing 
our mouths together and exploring every available 
surface with our hands. After a couple of minutes, I 
came up for air and asked, "What brought this on, C J? 
Not that I'm complaining you understand, but it is a 
surprise."

"You must be slow 'r sumpthin', Dave. Hell, we bin 
makin' eyes at each other fer the last hunert mahles. Ah 
jes' bin waitin' fer the raht tahm t' jump ya n here it 
is." With that, she dove under and began working over my 
cock with her hands and mouth and, lordy," she was a 
natural. Slowly stroking my shaft while she gently 
massaged my balls, she began licking the head and then 
taking about half my length into her mouth. 

I didn't dare ask her where she had learned her skills, 
but she surely knew what she was doing. Every few 
strokes, she would take most of my dick into her mouth 
and I could feel it stretching her throat as she moved 
her tongue over the underside of the shaft. I'd never 
felt anything like that before.

"Ease up, girl, or you're gonna make me come in your 
mouth!"

She smiled as my cock slipped free. "That's the plan. 
Ain't we got all naght to try a little of everthang?" 
Plunging her head back down onto me, she began to suck 
and stroke with abandon, bringing me to a convulsive 
climax within minutes. She took every bit of juice that 
I had been saving up for days and never lost a drop. As 
I lay there catching my breath, she continued to stroke 
my dick, never letting it go completely soft. "Ah caint 
wait t' feel that big thang inside o' me."

"In due time, lover!" I pulled her up over my body and 
rolled her onto her back and dived under to do my part. 
She had a dark brown, curly bush and she was already 
wet, but it wasn't from washing up. I wedged between her 
legs and planted my face into the heavenly scent of 
passion, licking her pussy and sucking on her erect 
clit. She was moaning and whimpering as she grabbed two 
handfuls of my hair and mashed my mouth into her sex. I 
reached as far into her vagina as my tongue would go, 
stabbing in and out while I pushed two fingers in even 
further. Her hips began to buck and thrust against me as 
she had her first orgasm eliciting a loud groan trailing 
off into a shuddering sigh. 

 "Oh, my stars, Dave! Ah didn't know Ah could ever feel 
anything that good! Would ya do me agin?"

This time around, I took my time slowly licking the 
length of her slit and teasing her clit with the tip of 
my tongue. I moved my hand up her belly to massage her 
breasts and gently pinch her nipples. Her breasts 
weren't huge by any means but they were more than a 
handful, firm and silky smooth to the touch. Her hips 
undulated under my oral assault as she alternately ran 
her fingers through my hair and clasped my hand to her 
breast. 

Two orgasms later, she insisted it was time to "plug 
in", pulling me up over her body and guiding my cock 
into her overheated sex. Wet as she was, it was still a 
very tight fit, making it necessary to penetrate in 
small increments until she could accommodate the whole 
length and girth of my cock; then it was "hold on for 
dear life!" We had our arms around each other in a death 
grip as out hips slammed together in a frenzy of lustful 
fucking, calling out each other's names and moaning in 
pure ecstasy. 

I looked at her beautiful face and gasped, "Tell me 
when, baby! Tell me when you're ready!"

"Ah was born ready, Davey!" she panted. "Let 'r rip!"

She locked her legs around my waist as I slammed into 
her, pushing against the far end of her cave and 
erupting in a Vesuvius of semen, my supercharged cock 
pulsing against the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal 
muscles. As we slowly descended from our exquisite, 
passionate flight, I rested on my elbows, holding my 
weight off her little body. 

"No," she said. "I wanna to feel yer whole body on mine. 
Yeah, lahk that. Jest lay on me lahk yer never gonna let 
me go." A dim thought drifted through my brain that I 
had totally forgotten to use the condom. Another dim 
thought followed that one, that if she got pregnant, I 
could sure do a lot worse than ask her to stay with me.

We made slow, gentle love twice more during the night 
and awoke to the sun high in the sky. By the time we 
finished breakfast and cleaned up, it was almost noon so 
we decided to just take the day off. We used the time to 
check our equipment and make sure it was all in tip-top 
shape.

We couldn't know what lay ahead and decided that neither 
of us was in a position to make long term plans: We'd 
continue north on the trail and just see what each new 
day brought. If she stayed with me all the way to Maine, 
it was going to be interesting introducing her to my 
dad. But I knew he'd just love her.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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