Away From it All
Kurt enjoys a relaxing weekend in the country, and finds some very relaxing ways to pass the time as he does so.
This story was written for Chris13131415 as his Patreon commission reward for the month of November 2018. It contains solo masturbation involving a consenting adult intersex male, and relaxing countryside sexiness. ^^
Away From it All
"We're doing it, buddy."
Kurt patted the dash of his beloved abomination, the truck's engine roaring slightly back at him as their speed picked up a little along the deserted stretch of country road. The city was getting further and further away by the moment, and as Kurt left it behind the leopard could feel so many of his stresses and frustrations fading with it. No more incompetent idiots. No more people putting their own lives on the line because of their own total lack of common sense, expecting him to step in at the last moment to save their asses. In fact, if the last few miles of road were to be believed, no-one at all. Not just no-one he knew, but no farmyards, no rural country homes. Just open countryside with this single road cutting through it. Grassland, woods, and somewhere out there the river to which Kurt was headed for a long weekend of camping, fishing, and hopefully not having to talk or deal with a single other living creature capable of sapient thought and thus sapient idiocy.
The only company he needed, and frankly the only companionship he had the slightest desire for in that moment was his own truck, which as always was willing to carry him wherever he needed to go, regardless of how spontaneous or self indulgent Kurt's reasoning might have been. And thus as they continued along the country roads in search of the spot which Kurt had visited before, a little dirt track not marked on maps or signposted on the road itself whatsoever, but which led around an outcropping of trees and to the perfect, ideally tucked away little camping spot, it was his old and sturdy mechanical companion to whom Kurt spoke. It was his truck to whom he expressed all the anger that had been building up for weeks at work, his truck to whom he admitted how hard it was to deal with all that and not just want to break down and cry sometimes at the sheer volume of pressure that his job put on him. And of course, it was his truck to whom he shared his hopes for the weekend ahead, modest and simple as they were.
"I'm gonna sit and fish. No music. No talking. I'm gonna sit there catching my own food, and imagine I'm the only person left on earth, with no-one else to bother me..."
He murmured as his hands squeezed a little more firmly at the steering wheel, thinking of peace and quiet and calm, but still held in the lingering clutches of the stresses which had brought him here.
"I'm gonna swim in the river. Hell, not even swim. Float. Drift away like I'm a stick or something, like I'm just gonna bob my way out to the ocean and never come back."
Reaching down to the centre console, Kurt shifted gears and smiled as the truck grunted back at him in apparent approval. He nodded.
"Right? Sounds good, doesn't it. Man, if I could take a week rather than just four days, I would. Sleeping under the stars, living out of a backpack... I know I'd miss the creature comforts eventually, but after a month like this last one, I think it'd take me quite a while, even if I didn't know I had a whole life to get back to when I was finally ready."
After that, Kurt fell silent and allowed his truck alone to do the talking. He listened, and smiled as he heard the little creaks and groans and rumbles which made the big white abomination uniquely his, no other vehicle out there with any number of flaws and quirks which he knew so intimately. To his ear at least, the truck sounded as though it was in a good mood. It sounded as though it was eager to carry Kurt to his destination, and sure enough it did so within the space of the following hour.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt barely spotted the slight indentations in the overgrown grass verge which gave away the presence of that little travelled track off this already backwater, single lane road. For at least thirty minutes he'd been wondering whether he'd already driven past it and not noticed, but he beamed as his faith in his own navigational skills and memory proved accurate. He gently eased the truck off road and onto the dirt track, which from the sheer volume of plants growing across it looked as though it had barely been travelled since his own last visit to the hidden campsite almost four months prior. The truck rumbled and its suspension creaked as asphalt, however poorly maintained, was replaced by firm soil and loose stone, but as it always had the abomination endured, playfully looking forward to the next time it could drop a part on some stretch of road without Kurt noticing until miles later, but fully planning on out-living the leopard and every other organic being currently alive on the planet.
It carried Kurt up the track and around a swathe of trees, and before long they found themselves descending gently into a shallow river valley, the earth growing softer as more ancient soils gave way to geologically fresher flood plain and the truck's treads beginning to dig in and truly drag them along what was no longer a road of any sort and just open grass. The truck lead Kurt to the edge of a wide and slow, meandering river, which they followed for a few minutes before approaching some faint signs of former habitation. A ring of stones just poking up through the shorter grass, and a pair of deep indentations in the earth where the grass and other plant life had been torn up, only to begin to re-fill the little ditches with fresh growth at that lower level.
Chuckling softly, Kurt pulled the truck to a halt and patted the abomination's dashboard once again.
"No rain forecast this time, so you have no excuses for getting stuck however much you might want to keep us out here a little longer. I appreciated the thought though, really."
The autumn sun shone down on the white though somewhat muddy exterior of the truck, and as Kurt turned the engine off and revelled in the silence of the country air, no-one yelling, no clanking of metal, no dropping of dangerous materials which he then had to spend time yelling about at whoever had dropped it and whoever was responsible for training the person who had dropped it, he made no move to exit the truck right away. He just wound down a window, stretched out, kicking off his shoes into the footwell and laying one arm out into the open air, and closed his eyes.
"On second thoughts..."
He murmured as the cool fresh air swept around his face, toes curling, chest rising in a deep, satisfied breath before falling again as it was let gently, calmly loose.
"...if you did wanna get stuck, and keep me here for another, oh, I dunno... week, or month or two? I guess I could deal with that. Your call, buddy."
The leopard grinned as he addressed his truck once more, then stretched slightly as a heavy, wide-muzzled yawn escaped him. He soon settled once more though, and his body fell still as his breathing slowed and his eyes remained shut, the hand drooping out down the side of the truck gently caressing the side of it's door with fond reassurance.
With his tent, his fishing gear and everything else still tied up in the back, even though it was the middle of the day and Kurt had only been on the road for a few hours, he was soon fast asleep in a cosy, delightedly relaxed little lap. And of course, ever the loyal and understanding companion, his truck just sat silently around him, and cradled him as he slept.
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When Kurt awoke close to two hours later, he felt more like he'd slept for two days. Whether it was the country air or simply the awareness of where he was and how many full nights remained between him and his next day at work, that nap had left Kurt more wholly reinvigorated than any night's sleep he'd had at home for weeks now. One more time he patted the truck's dash, not speaking a word this time but knowing that the vehicle understood him just the same, before opening the driver's side door and stepping out barefoot onto the soft grass and the earth below. With a fresh sigh of relief as he dug his toes down into the cool ground, Kurt idly began to open up the front of his shirt, and by the time he'd made his way round to the rear of the truck he was tossing his now removed item of clothing over the back gate of the pick-up before beginning to pull his various items of camping gear back out again.
Smiling gently to himself as he worked, not going at a particularly brisk pace but equally aware that he had no need to, the leopard pulled out his single person tent and pole by flexible pole set it up before dragging one bag of food and other essentials inside, leaving the other in the truck so that if something happened to one lot of supplies, he wouldn't have to cut the trip short. He unravelled and laid out his sleeping bag upon a foam roll which had served him well for many camping trips despite having been originally intended for yoga, and laid down on it with the gentle autumn sun shining down through the tent's insulated fabric, purring to himself as he arched his back slightly, lifted his hips from the bedding and began to unfasten and pull down his jeans. He lay back down soon after, kicking his trousers off from around his ankles and sprawling in nothing but his boxer-briefs. He wasn't tired, in fact if anything Kurt felt rather energised in the wake of his nap, but still he took a few minutes just to lie there and revel in the continued silence, the rustling of plant life, the trickling of the river and the occasional bird-call not distracting from the quiet whatsoever, but blending in as a natural part of it. He wanted to savour every moment of this experience right from the start, and that meant nothing could be rushed, no matter how much there were other things he had planned for that day to which he was looking eagerly forward.
It was maybe ten minutes, though since he'd shut his phone off and left it in the glove compartment of the truck he couldn't be sure, before Kurt emerged from the tent once again still clad in nothing more than his underwear. Yet again he stretched as he felt the gentle afternoon sunlight bathing his lean, dark furred body, and a few more rumbling purrs escaped Kurt as he considered that weather and privacy permitting he would have no reason to dress in anything more than this, hell, honestly no reason to even be as dressed as he currently was at any point during his time here. Still, he kept his underwear on as he wandered back over to the truck and began to pull his fishing gear free from where he had strapped it down. He hadn't brought anything too fancy in terms of equipment, just the essentials to catch, hold and gut anything he was able to procure from the bountiful river close by. Really though, catching something would simply be a bonus. Kurt wasn't a sport fisherman, he didn't care about trophies or bragging rights and he certainly had no intention of letting anything he caught go to waste. But, like so much of this trip fishing was one of those activities which was about setting aside a substantial block of time just to sit, and to be. To provide him with a genuine reason to rest his body and mind all at once, with the added bonus of possible fish for dinner if luck favoured him more than the river's own inhabitants.
Soon he was all set up, the line hooked and baited and cast out into the slowly flowing water in the crook of the river's bend while the rod was resting upon a firm tripod to keep it in place by Kurt's side while remaining in easy reach. Kurt himself sat on the river bank without a seat, rump resting on the grassy, slightly moist and muddy edge with no concern for the cleanliness of his underwear while his footpaws rested ankle deep in the water itself, blissfully cool and fresh and yet another ideal reminder of everything this little getaway offered to Kurt which his recently packed and rather overwhelming work life in the city absolutely had not.
Nothing happened for the first little while as Kurt sat and watched the river drift by, occasionally pulled the hook from the water and re-casting it not because he felt that he actually needed to but simply in order to feel as though he was doing something to actually be engaged in the experience of fishing. After that though, as more time passed and still nothing happened while Kurt watched the line bob and break the surface tension of the water every now and then, the leopard embraced his lack of involvement and allowed his mind to drift. Not to his home life and definitely not to work, but just generally to begin thinking about things other than where he was now, both in reality and in life overall. He thought about food, about the candy bars resting in the tent and how he could lie back later on, read a book by torchlight and snack away to his heart's content. He thought about nature, wondering how far he could walk in just his underwear and what creatures and plants he might see if he did so. He considered buying a camera for next time he came out here, a proper camera rather than one attached to his phone so he wasn't even remotely tempted to make use of it. And then... then Kurt blushed as his mind drifted somewhat away from thoughts of taking pictures of flowers and insects and any beautiful sunsets he might have seen, to other things he could do with a camera while all alone in the countryside.
The leopard said nothing, and made no move to abandon his fishing or to change anything at all about what he was doing, but from that point onward his thoughts took a definite turn towards the adult. He found himself considering all the things he could do here without anyone seeing or hearing him. How open and unabashedly lewd he could be utterly without consequence, and how he could even record it if he had a camera, to share with a few particular people when he returned to the rest of the world. Honestly, Kurt didn't know if he'd ever want to bring someone else out here to share this space. Selfish as it was, he kind of loved the fact that this little corner of the world seemed to have been forgotten by everyone but himself. But, even if he didn't ever plan on doing so, that didn't keep his mind from drifting to thoughts of others he knew, of lovers he knew laying him down in the grass and doing things to him that would make him wail until birds took flight from the woodland nearby.
Before he knew it, Kurt's chest was rising and falling rather urgently as he became increasingly caught up in his imagination. He leaned back on his arms as his feet lingered in the cool river water, and absent-mindedly tugged at handfuls of grass as he pictured himself and various partners capering across the grass, diving into the water, emerging soaking wet and clutching at one another, moaning, howling to the heavens without restraint as they made love upon the bank. There came a point however when even in his fantasy, Kurt wanted some alone time. When those lovers faded away from his erotic imaginings, and instead the leopard found himself alone yet still eager to explore his body, his eyes fluttered open alongside a soft moan of realisation.
If he wanted to fantasise about stimulating himself alone out here in the countryside, if he wanted to imagine taking advantage of this freedom and peacefulness to relax himself in a whole different and wonderfully pleasurable manner from his currently more mundane activities, he could of course do so. He could think about stripping naked all alone here and touching himself, masturbating himself to completion be it once or any number of times, by the river, in his tent, lying on the hood of his truck, on the grass, in the woodland nearby. He could imagine it all, and with the land around him so quiet and devoid of interruptions, he most likely would succeed in playing out each and every one of those scenarios in his mind with as much detail and passion as he could possibly have hoped for.
Or... he could just do it.
He could forget about fantasy, and take advantage of the fact that this was his current reality, and would be for days to come.
The leopard's cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he considered this, having been so frustrated and angry about work when he first planned and set out on this spontaneous little holiday that he sincerely hadn't considered sex or masturbation for even a moment. He hadn't packed any toys, hadn't brought any lube or even considered that without turning his phone on he wouldn't have any porn with which to stimulate his imagination. But as the past little while had made all too clear to his mind, that really didn't matter. None of that mattered, because for his fantasies just now he hadn't needed toys or porn or lube or anything really, besides the open air around him, the soft grass, the cool babbling river, and perhaps the reassuring presence of a certain abomination of internal combustion technology resting nearby.
With one arm still supporting himself as he leaned back on the river bank, Kurt's toes curled and splashed a little in the river's shallow waters while his other hand wiped itself off on the leg of his boxer-briefs, only to slip inside of them a moment later. His eyes didn't close all the way, but grew heavy lidded as he peered up into the afternoon sky, clear and bright, and teased a single finger over his already firm and receptive clit. The fantasies which had brought him to this point had already done more than enough to awaken his loins, and now it was relief and gratitude as much as simple pleasure which surged through the leopard's body and mind all at once while he began to touch himself. From one finger, Kurt added a second. He moaned and heard his feet splashing a little more delightedly in the river as he teased his clit between the soft padded tips of two fingers, and let loose a strained, gasping grunt when finally he leaned his hips back a little further and pushed those same two digits deeper into the confines of his underwear, spreading apart the labia of his pussy and proceeding to bring those fingers to bear against the opening of his needy depths.
"Ooh... god, I needed this..."
Kurt whimpered as he laid down fully on his back, and began to use his now second free hand to pull off his underwear as he briefly lifted his feet out of the river, blushing and gasping as cool water ran down the insides of his legs and a few droplets made it all the way to his crotch. He stripped himself naked in relatively short order, casting his slightly muddy boxer-briefs aside and revelling in his nudity, actually going so far as to take his already damp hand away from his pussy once again just so he could feel the afternoon sun and the cooling autumn breeze upon his naked form with nothing to distract or take away from it. The leopard dug his heels into the edge of the river bank, pushing up and lifting his hips away from the ground. With his legs spread, he showed off his pussy across the water, teasing his lips apart with the same two fingers that had already been getting to work between them not too long ago.
"Aahhh, fuck. Yes."
His eyes rolled in their sockets as he showed off to no-one while still being fully aware that he was naked and exposing himself so lewdly out of doors, with a good stretch of river bank on the far side of the water able to look out across its breadth and see him lying there, pussy proudly on display for any and all to see. Gone were the days when Kurt was more acutely ashamed of his nether regions, of the morphology of his genitalia which would have given some people pause when they saw it upon his otherwise rather masculine figure, and caused others still to mock or be more overtly cruel to him by the mere knowledge of its existence. But, to be so utterly free in showing himself off, not only as though he wasn't afraid or embarrassed by his body but like he was proud and eager to let the world witness it, this wasn't something to which Kurt was accustomed.
Here and now with the opportunity presented to him though, Kurt grasped it with both hands. Out here, in the open air and far away from all his problems and concerns, removed from all the complexities in life, he didn't have to pretend. He didn't have to spend time guarding his behaviours. He didn't have to do anything at all, anything beyond what he chose to do out of a sincere and eager desire to do so.
And thus, when he reached down between his still wide-spread legs and pressed not two but three fingers into himself, while the other hand delved eagerly inward to join the first by providing its own vigorous stimulation to Kurt's clit, there was no agenda to what followed. No politics, no secondary motivation beyond the pure and simple desire to feel good.
"Yes..."
Kurt grunted as he feverishly fingered himself and forcefully attacked his clitoris, pushing himself as hard and as fast as possible not because he was in a rush, not because his time to spend stimulating himself was in any way limited, but because... well, why not? The faster he came now, the faster he could make himself cum a second time soon after. Maybe it was greedy. Maybe it was just common sense. He honestly didn't care why he was doing it. He just knew that he wanted to.
"Yes!"
His legs kicked out, then splashed their feet back down into the cool, stimulating water of the river. Kurt groaned in longing as for just a moment he was consumed by the idea of sliding down off the bank, into the water, and cumming with his hand splashing loudly as it repeatedly broke the waters surface while fucking him as he floated upon the gentle current. His body made no move beyond quickening the already rapid pace of his already frantic masturbation though. There would be other orgasms, other opportunities for that, and before he said goodbye to this campsite, he promised himself that fantasy would be amongst a flurry of others yet to come which would all be given the chance to come true.
"Ah. Aaaahhh god, yes...!"
The leopard cried out, eyes widening at last as he arched his back and realised just how fast he was rising, just how close he already was to cumming. But still he didn't slow down. Still he refused to restrain himself, not now, not here, not when he had the chance to be so totally free with his pleasure. His toes curled and flicked yet more water across the lake's surface as they stretched out again soon after, flexing as Kurt writhed and bucked and pleasured himself harder still. His rump wriggled down against the soft muddy earth, cool and comforting, staining his fur but only offering yet another opportunity for Kurt to slip into the water for yet more fun before long.
"Yes! Yes , I... cumming. Ohhhhgod, I'm cumming!!"
Kurt yowled at the top of his lungs, purposefully pushing himself to cry out as loud as possible, wanting to tell the whole world and yet knowing, delighting in the fact that as loud as he was, no-one knew how shameless and hedonistic he was being. His feet slapped the river's surface with such force that a spray of water cascaded up over the bank and hit the rest of the cat's trembling body. His fingers within his clutching pussy plunged into contact with his g-spot, and dragged themselves free again just in time for Kurt to wail and a squirting jet of ejaculate to strike out at the water as though in retaliation. His clit throbbed as he continued to maul it throughout the crashing waves of his orgasmic bliss, every pulsing twitch more and more intense but neither his fingers nor the clit itself willing to admit defeat and be the cause of that incredible feeling starting to fade. Kurt wailed and moaned to the heavens until his throat was raw and his pussy even more so, and even then he kept on moaning, kept on touching himself for just a little longer before he finally allowed that first phenomenal orgasm to draw to a close.
Afterwards, he lay still.
Panting.
Blushing.
Grinning.
He glanced to his left, to the fishing rod, still resting in its tripod as motionless and peaceful as ever. His smile grew wider, and his blush deeper.
"W-well..."
Kurt murmured breathlessly, justifying what he was thinking to himself even though he had no need to do so, and he knew it.
"...I guess if I'm just gonna be lying here waiting for dinner..."
He shrugged playfully. He moaned, and with the aftershocks of his climax still washing over him and his pussy still aching, sensitive and strained by the force of his first bout of masturbatory bliss, Kurt began to touch himself all over again.
Not because he needed to.
Not because he felt the urge to make the most of this time while he had it.
But simply, and wonderfully, because out here under the open sky and atop the soft, damp earth of the river bank, there was no-one, and nothing in the world present to stop him.
By Jeeves
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