Into the Woods Chapter 5: The Boy in the Crystal Coffin Evan Andrews 2023
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Flynn Rider was fucking tired of this woods. Especially he was tired of branches that seemed to reach out to caress his next-to-naked body, stirring up feelings that were not helpful in the given circumstances. If he only still had... Damn that Li Shang. What had the haughty captain done with his clothes?! Fuck.
After forcing his way along a path that had diminished to little more than a goat track, Flynn staggered into a new clearing where he beheld a curious sight.
In the middle of the clearing stood.. or lay... a coffin. A freaking coffin! More than that though, it stood above the ground. Creeped out, Flynn was ready to fade back into the woods when he noticed that beneath the crystal covering lay a stunning young man. And an exotic one at that—today must be his day for running into intriguing specimens of detectible men. This stud had skin much darker than Flynn's own (and darker than Li Shang's). A mop of black hair, cut short except for two wings that fell to either side of his face, crowned a handsome face. What Flynn noticed after that was the broad nose that separated the young man's dark brows. A fishhook hung from a cord around the guy's neck, and a band of shark's teeth had been tattooed around his upper left arm. Ouch! Aside from that Sleeping Cutie was all but naked, with nothing more than a skimpy blue speedo to preserve his modesty. Assuming he was sleeping and not a cleverly preserved corpse!
The enchantment of the place had taken hold of Flynn, however, and, curious, he approached the coffin. Mesmerized by the muscular body and kissable lips, the handsome ne'er-do-well failed to notice the fairy lights rising behind him.
Flynn stared down at the young man, drinking in his beauty, but then he noticed a small brass plate on the base. He placed a hand on crystal and bent over to see what it said.
"David," Flynn said, reflecting. "A strong name for a just way-too-handsome man."
As if the spoken name were a magic word, the crystal suddenly dissolved in a swirl of sparkles (not unlike the ones hovering behind Flynn's head. His support vanished, Flynn collapsed onto the brown-skinned stud.
Flynn, pushing himself up, was still fixated by David. Now he'd be able to tell if the stud was alive. If he needed help. And most importantly-- did Flynn dare...? After a moment, the thief decided he did, and he leaned in to check to see if David was breathing. The practical triage, however, went by the wayside when Flynn got really close, and instead he kissed the brown skinned youth gently on the lips.
David's hands sprang up from his sides like a trap. They grabbed Flynn by the head and pulled him down hard into a more emphatic kiss. Shocked, Flynn resisted—but only for a second. Additionally, as he eased into the play of lips Flynn's cock took on a mind of its own. Stiffening, the shaft of love-muscle pressed against his black briefs, pushing them out and leaving no mistake as to his interest and intent. Fuck, he wanted more!
Still kissing, Flynn got to his knees and straddled David—whose speedo was likewise distended by hard man-cock. Their bulges played teasingly against one another for a couple of minutes, the boys' only contact aside from the kiss. Once Flynn let himself down fully onto David's body, the horny young surfer began writhing erotically under the thief's muscular body. Their bellies and chests, now wet with perspiration, rubbed against one another, their feet played some elaborate game of their own, and their bulges went to town, grinding away as if that alone could bring them off. Fuck! The erotic sensations had really gotten Flynn's hormones churning. This bout of foreplay all felt so good, and this was a much hotter scene that his straight-to-the-point encounter with the bastard, Li Shang.
Flynn's cock, which had taken over telling the rest of his body what to do, eventually let the young thief know it was high time to take the next step. Well, Flynn was, after all, on top, so... He left the kiss and crawled up David's body. When the thief had a knee on each side of David's chest, he stopped and stared down at the dreamboat's deep brown eyes. They were warm eyes, but also hungry eyes, and they were daring Flynn to take the next step. Well, Flynn had never been called cruel, and he wasn't going to start now.
David hadn't been sure it wasn't all a dream when he felt the gentle touch of lips on his own, but by now his cock had informed him this was the real deal and the white boy straddling him was as flesh and blood as they came. The surfer stared at the bulge right in front of his face and smiled. Seductively, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of Flynn's briefs and pulled the elastic out and then down. Flynn's blushing rose-pink dick fell out and down, or at least as down as his insistent erection would allow.
David hungrily took in the weeping piss-slit staring him down.
`Do it,' Flynn's cock commanded without words, and obediently David wrapped his lips around the other man's glistening knob.
"Ayiieee!" Flynn cried out, and he threw his head back as David swallowed more and more of his shaft. "Fucking yeah!"
Encouraged, David began to seriously suck away on the white boy's crank. The surfer had never actually sucked a cock before, but he had friends who had (and did), and they all had girlfriends that could occasionally be cajoled into a giving a guy a blowjob. As a result of that, it could not be said that the truly capital job of cocksucking David was doing was beginner's luck (as Flynn's had been.) David was doing so well that Flynn never noticed when the cocksucking youth pulled off his confining speedos and, tossing them aside, started flogging his ample cock.
When Flynn did finally notice, he grinned and reached back to take over masturbating the pole of brown fuck-meat. It was the least return he could give for getting the blowjob of the century. Grinning, David decided to spread his legs and try fingerfucking his hole with his now free hands. He'd been told it was a hell of a sensation, and, whadda ya know, the people who told him so were right. The plumbing just beyond David's sphincter was pleased as Punch to be invited to the show, and it showed its appreciation by sending his balls into a frenzy.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' David thought. Yeah, fuck!'
The Hawaiian hunk was ready to ask for a break when Flynn pulled out of his mouth, but the white boy wasn't finished. He twisted himself around so each could pleasure the other's shafts in a sixty-nine of discovery. Flynn was still astraddle David, though, and he used his leverage to take a stab at face-fucking the Hawaiian.
David, who was grooving on having his own meat sucked for a change, gagged slightly when Flynn got a little too rambunctious. Instead of spitting Flynn's dick out, however, David grabbed the white boy's hips, steadying him and controlling his enthusiasm. Then, while running a tongue around Flynn's corona, he slid a finger into the top boy's mudhole.
"Mreeeeee!" Flynn wailed around David's pole. This was a sensation totally outside his experience.
Two fingers replaced the one in Flynn's ass, and his prostate got its first workover. Fuck! The pair of suck-buddies fellated away for a while, and then they rolled over. David was on top and in control of the session.
"Finger my hole, dude," David ordered before going back to work on Flynn's shaft.
Flynn ran his fingers through the goo that was now leaking from his mouth and teased his way into David's pucker. His reward was a half growl/ half groan and David taking almost his whole dick into his mouth. Trying to copy the way David was driving him wild on the inside, Flynn next slid two digits into the hungry hole by way of a reward.
"Mmmmmm!" David sighed as he ground back against the intruding fingers. In short order the Hawaiian stud had established a rhythm, now thrusting into Flynn's mouth, now pushing back onto his exploring fingers. And this all while he continued to suck Flynn's cock and finger-fuck the thief's boy-pussy.
They rolled over one more time. David now was back on the bottom, but now he was on his stomach. Flynn covered the Hawaiian stud, dry-humping his ass-crack with his hungry dick.
As their bulges had, Flynn's chub and David's asscrack ground until David couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me, whoever you are!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Flynn, and you don't need to ask me twice!"
Aligning his shaft, Flynn slowly sank into David's hot flesh.
"Ugh!" David grunted as Flynn bottomed out and began a gently motion, thrusting in and pulling out. "Oh fuck, Flynn! So goooood! Oh, fuck me!"
As Flynn had said, he didn't need to be asked twice. He reached what he considered to be an optimal pace and lay an all-consuming fuck on David's cunt.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" David grunted in time to the white boy's thrusts. The surfer even found himself pushing back every time Flynn thrust forward in an attempt to get more of Flynn's cock inside him. So hot! So good! Those friends of his had been right!
Their fuck session went on like that until once again Flynn's dick took control. Instead of delivering patient thrusts, the boy who took what he wanted now began to slam-fuck the Hawaiian.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" David screamed out, and Flynn answered him just as emphatically, "Take it! Take my big dick, David! Give me all that hot ass!"
Hormones boiled over and suddenly Flynn cried out, "Oh fuck!"
Inside David's guts, Flynn's cock leapt and pulsated as the thief lay down wad after wad of rich sperm.
"Yes!" David cried in delight as he was seeded.
David didn't think this could get any better until Flynn whipped him over and, spreading his brown muscular legs, deep-throated the Hawaiian's hard dick. Again and again, Flynn slammed his face down onto David's shaft, sucking him past simple ecstasy until he too reached a writhing shattering orgasm.
"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming!" David howled as his balls emptied their contents into Flynn's mouth.
Flynn swallowed some of David's cream, but some he retained in his mouth. This he fed back to David as they fell into a languid post-coital kiss and cuddle.
"Mmmm," David crooned as they two played the evidence of his orgasm back and forth from tongue to tongue.
`I could get used this this,' he thought.
When the kiss finally broke, Flynn said, "If we don't move, that all might happen again."
"What? You didn't enjoy it?" David laughed.
"Oh, I enjoyed it, but next time I want you to fuck me!"
"I think I could do that, but what should we do until then?"
"Well, David," Flynn said, "I want to find out more about where we are."
"Agreed. Can I travel with you, Flynn? I don't want to end up in another glass coffin."
"Not even if I promise to rescue you like some storybook Prince Charming?"
Laughing, the lovers pulled their briefs on again and looked at the paths that led out of the clearing.
"That way sound good?" Flynn asked, pointing at a path.
"As good as any other," David replied, and that said the young men, hand in hand, stepped back into the Woods.
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Qasim steps out of cover and comes over to the bier, which once more has its crystal cover in place.
Running a hand across the cover he says, "So, this encounter was not simply refreshing. Heart-warming might be a better term. Give and take, and a promise of more to come as well as reciprocity. (See, I told you about school words.) Again, our lads are taking the first steps towards a beautiful friendship."
He smiles.
"You see, then, the power of the Woods. But there are more boys and with them the promise of more shenanigans."
He gestures towards a path and says, "Shall we?"