Into the Woods Chapter 2: Drink Me Evan Andrews 2023
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The young man stumbled through the woods, a woods unlike any he'd ever seen. The trees were different, and there was no standing water like there was in his country, though he had waded across a few clear creeks already. He kept looking back over his shoulder because all around him the feeling of life unfettered pressed in on him.
Naveen had no idea how he'd gotten here. As the sun had risen he'd woken to find himself on a bed of leaves wearing nothing more than his custard-colored trousers. (Honestly, not the first time he'd woken up in such a state.) The light-brown skin of his torso, however, was bare to the morning chill. Chill? How could there be a chill? It was June. He debated between burrowing further into the leaves until it warmed up or finding something to eat and getting into the sunlight. In the end his stomach moved him to choose the latter. He recognized a few of the berry bushes and was careful to eat only from them. The old women at home had drilled it into his young head that you don't screw around with herbs and berries you don't know. And as for mushrooms, well, he'd never even chance it...?!
Once Naveen had taken the edge off his hunger, he looked around. His clearing had nothing in it but his leafy bed, but several paths led out into the undergrowth. Choosing one at random, he set out to discover just where the hell he was. Eventually he'd have to find a house, or a road, or a person.
The undergrowth looked innocuous, but as Naveen walked along it closed in on the path. Briars and other thorny plants seemingly conspired first to rip at his trousers and, as they were reduced to tatters, to tear pieces of them away until the handsome young Creole was left wearing nothing more than his clingy white undershorts, striking against his café-au-lait-colored skin. Curiously, once he was down to this last guardian of his modesty, the woods had mercy on him—or at least they relented their attack-- and he was able to walk freely as the path grew wide again.
Naveen was suspicious. Again, the old women had had stories— stories of the wild magic that was to be found in wooded places, and being a city boy he'd never liked the woods anyway. He'd just have to avoid the trees and undergrowth, keeping to broad paths and clearings as much as was possible.
The Woods, however, had other ideas.
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The broad path Naveen had chosen lured him on, gradually closing in on him again. There were no thorns this time, but the branches were able to caress his bare skin with their leaves. It was disturbing, and yet exhilarating at the same time. After hours of submitting to the plants' intimate touches, though, Naveen came across another real clearing where he was surprised to find four dainty chairs and a table set for tea.
China and silver reflected the occasional shafts of light that made it through the leaves, and the starving Naveen dropped carefully into one of the chairs before attacking the dainties spread before him. Having not eaten since the morning, this was pure heaven-- on bone china.
The teapot ran empty (Don't they always?) but a bottle that he'd not seen before now caught his attention.
"Drink Me" the fancy engraved label read. Naveen pulled out the stopper and took a sniff of the contents. He also knew about things in bottles and how not to trust labels. He expected to smell some sort of spirits (most hostesses kept something of the sort for male quests requiring stronger cheer than tea or sarsaparilla) but he was surprised to smell instead of raw alcohol a delicate floral scent. Orange water? And was that a hint of mint? At least it didn't smell like any drug he'd ever come across and he really needed a drink, so...
Naveen poured out a stingy tablespoon or so into the teacup and sniffed it again. If scents could speak, this one would have been saying, "Silly boy, drink me. Drink me all!"
He turned the contents onto his tongue and held it in his mouth, waiting to see if anything outlandish was going to happen. Nothing did.
Yet.
`What the hell,' he thought and downed the rest of the bottle in a single pull.
The drink, well, Naveen wasn't sure. Maybe it was doing something inside him, because as it was absorbed the sun got brighter and the flowers lining the clearing seemed to glow. Indeed, he felt like he was glowing himself. He felt warm now, and he gasped at the least caress of the breeze across his bared flesh. His more and more sensitive skin reveled to the airy touch, and to Naveen's surprise his nipples got hard.
"Fuck," he moaned as he touched his nubbins. This was like nothing he ever felt before—and he had had his smooth chest worshipped by more than a few impressionable girls. This was fucking great! And the rest of his body was getting ideas, too.
Naveen's shorts, full to begin with, became distended as his cock filled out. He rubbed at the tenting bulge with his right hand while the left continued teasing his tits.
"Fuck," he sighed as he threw his head back.
Naveen's brown hand slid inside the white shorts and grabbed hold of his inspiring erection. The Creole stud knew he was big, but was he really this big? He couldn't remember. His left hand abandoned his chest and raised the waistband of his shorts, pulling it below his heavy balls so his dick could stand up proud and free.
"Yeah!"
Naveen's right hand stroked the shaft, encouraging bubbles of precum to escape his piss-slit. Meanwhile his left had reached beyond his balls under the elastic, heading across his taint towards his ass. The finger circled his pucker, and it proved too much. Naveen came to his feet and, when his shorts fell down around his ankles, stepped out and kicked them away. His hands, facing no impediment now, proceeded to toy with his hot young body.
Sweeping the table clear of dishes, Naveen fell back onto it and writhed as his hands, with a will perhaps not entirely their own, drove his lust into overdrive.
"Oh fuck!" Naveen moaned as he tried to slip a finger inside himself.
He had no idea why he did that, but he needed... the butter dish from the tea table was suddenly to hand (but hadn't he thrown that from the table?) and after greasing his "fuck you" middle finger the young Creole slid it fully into his ass.
"Ah!"
His ass had never been touched in all his years, let alone penetrated, but now he knew he'd been missing out. And how! Slowly he finger-fucked his hole. He could feel that he was close to something important, but he needed more. He greased a second finger, and the two of them delved for a treasure his body told him had been just out of reach of the one. Forcing his buttered-up fuck-hole further open, the paired digits finally reached something that felt like a pebble from the outside. From the inside, however, it felt like... Naveen had no idea. Nothing in his experience could be compared against this sensation. His cock throbbed as he massaged the nob, and his right hand teased the button of flesh at the upper part of his shaft, just beneath the swollen head. It was sooooooo goooood-- but he needed more!
Squirming as he tortured himself with pleasure, Naveen felt something else on the table roll casually up against his thigh. He reached down a found himself holding a dildo, a big fucking dildo at that! Something that was absolutely out of place at a high-class tea table, let alone the woods. Still...
`What the hell?' Naveen thought.
He didn't waste a minute before dragging the rubber dick through the butter (Lord, but he was making a mess!) and bringing it down between his legs. His left hand gave up delving into his ass and instead took over stroking his teak while the right positioned the dildo.
"Ungh!" Naveen groaned as he slowly introduced the fake cock's girth, distinctly larger than his two fingers, into his butt. Slowly his guardian muscle gave up all thoughts of resistance, and the Creole was able to take the whole thing inside him.
"Fuck!" Naveen sighed as he proceeded to ravage himself anally. He gave and took; his body was teased on towards orgasmic completion by his left hand, stray breezes, and wanton sunbeams. A thin stream of saliva escaped the side of his mouth, and his cock ran with precum.
"So fucking good!" the thrashing Naveen moaned to nobody in particular.
Naveen kept at his body for nearly a half hour, fucking his virgin ass with that ever-so-convenient dildo while he jerked off his butter- and now manjuice- lubed cock. He would have given up life and crawled inside this moment forever if he could, but reality intruded. His body could only hold out for so long.
"Jesus! Fuck! God! Cum! Cumming..." Naveen screamed, and his purple-brown tool burbled over with a massive load of white cream.
"Fuck!" he groaned as the cum drooled down his shaft, and he withdrew the dildo from his butt. His cock slowly receded from its sex-high maximum. "Fuck."
Naveen lay there, his lungs gasping for air, as his body relaxed, and the normal world reasserted itself.
Sitting up, he looked around. The tea things (including the butter dish) were all over the ground (but oddly not the special bottle or the dildo), and his shorts hung crookedly from the branch of a bush at the edge of the clearing. Easing off the table, Naveen recovered his shorts and pulled them back up his muscular legs. Yeah, there'd be a stain now at the crotch from his cum and jerk-off juices, and the butt would be stained with butter and ass-juices, but there was no place for him to bathe himself. He'd have to put up with the telltale stains until he could find a place to wash them and himself. Oh well.
Shaking his head, Naveen chose the broadest of the available paths and headed off into the Woods again.
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After Naveen has gone, Qasim emerges from the bushes, Tink still floating above his shoulder.
"Well, that was certainly a sight," he says. "That young man bears watching—but then which boy does not?"
Bowing and gesturing towards one of the paths Naveen had ignored, the guide says, "Shall we?"