press on

With all the fatigue and long day you decide that the tales you heard were just stories and nothing to worry about. pressing on you hear the noise begin to grow louder and can tell it is music now, very soothing enjoyable music.

The glow brightens as you move on, the music growing louder and you barely notice the fatigue leaving your body. Instead all you notice is the constraining nature of your clothes with all the sweat and mud covering it. Stopping briefly you remove your shirt hoping that it will satisfy that feeling. In your mind you hear an alarm going off but you can't imagine what it is for, you cant remember why you are in the swamp

Walking on you do feel slightly less constrained and your chest glistens with the sweat from exhertion, but that naggy confined feeling begins to grow worse, and you now know why, glancing down you notice your cock has grown solid in your pants. Moving quickly to ease the pressure, you remove your pants as well and place them in your pack, now moving forward in only your boots, your 9" cock pointing straight out like a divining rod.

The glow has grown to a steady illumination that shows you plenty of landscape, you see the sturdy land ahead, the fog slowly receding. You see movement to your right and quickly look, hoping to find a person.

Your luck is good as you spot another male figure in the fog, walking in the same direction as you are. Stopping for a moment to identify your new neighbor, you notice his most amazing body. He is obviously a black man, as he is black as night and you know its not the mud, as you are covered in it. He stands at least 6 and 1/2 feet tall, shoulders rippling with muscle, and abs you can't help but crave to touch. As like you, he is naked and his cock pointing the way for him is a delicious looking 12 inches with heavy set of balls rocking under it.