Into the Woods (part 4)
This story was inspired by the real life experiences of a deceased friend. There was a woods near him that he called the "rape woods", where he would go and be gang banged. This is a work of fiction, dedicated to my friend Phil.
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The next morning was a Sunday, and I awoke aroused, thinking about the kinky time I had on Saturday. I had swallowed the loads of 23 guys, plus my own – more cum than I had ever swallowed in a day! Not only the volume, but the many kinky circumstances were a real turn on. The part at the end, with the cops really scared the hell out of me, but thinking back about it was really arousing. I found myself stroking my cock unconsciously. I decided to avoid cumming, saving it for later.
I checked my email and found nine emails that looked like they were connected to my experience yesterday. The first was titled, "Welcome to the Woodlands Group". I quickly opened and read it. It told me that there was a national network of hundreds of wooded sites across the country, for the sole purpose of enjoying nudity and sex. I clicked on a web link, which took me to a website that listed all the sites.
I entered my zip code and found that there were three sites in my area – each with a name and description. I found the one from yesterday, which was called "The Faggot Trap". The second was called "Homophobe Therapy", which I selected.
The description read:
Most homophobes are really latent gay's, often having vivid fantasies and strong guilt feeling after they climax. They are hiding their secret by being very public in gay-bashing. The gay-bashers you find in this site will be bound and helpless. When you encounter them, be sure to give them a thoroughly gay experience!
I checked the location and found that is was only a few miles away, so I picked up a few items and set out. The website recommended bringing a condoms and a lock. Many of the Woodlands Group sites provided lockers for clothes, so people could easily go nude throughout the woods.
Upon arrival I parked and walked into the woods. When I came to the lockers I stopped and undressed, locking my clothes and putting the key on a lanyard I put around my neck. I had a small bag with lube and condoms, and started down a path.
Soon I came to a naked guy bent over a tree stump. I saw that his wrists were tied together and that he was blindfolded and gagged.
I pulled the gag out of his mouth and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Some bastards overpowered me, took my clothes and put me here," he replied.
"Why are you being punished?" I asked.
"I said some things about homo's" he answered.
"You don't like homo's, do you?" I asked.
"Hell no – I'm straight and must have pissed off some faggots and they are getting even with me," he continued.
"Well, I'm a faggot, and think you might be, but you just don't want to admit it," I responded.
"Hell no! I'm completely straight!" he protested.
With that I replaced the gag because I didn't want to listen to his babbling.
I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him while massaging his balls. His cock grew in my hand as I stroked. I put a little lube on my fingers and ran my fingers up and down his ass crack, pausing at his hole. I pressed gently on his hole, but did not enter. Instead I ran my wet finger along the outside of the hole while continuing to stroke his now rock-hard cock.
"You seem to be enjoying this – shall I continue?" I asked.
He nodded and I pressed my finger to his hole, and asked, "Shall I go in?"
He nodded again, and I was delighted that this straight homophobe had just invited me to enter his ass! I slipped one lubed finger into his hole, just to in an inch or so. I let him get accustomed to the feeling, then slipped in further and stroked it in and out while continuing to stroke his cock. I wasn't finished with him, so I took care not to make him cum just yet.
I pulled out and gently slipped two fingers in. It went in very easily, so I suspected that this ass had some experience. Pulling out again, now inserting three fingers. I was sure that he had either been fucked before, or had been sticking dildos up his ass.
I pulled my fingers out and wiped them off. I was pretty excited by now and rolled a condom onto my hard cock. Putting a little more lube on his hole, I slipped in, enjoying his tightness.
I put my hands on his hips and pulled him to me, entering him all the way. I pulled the gag out of his mouth and said, "you like that, don't you?"
"Yes," he said, "I like it"
"Do you want me to give you more?" I asked.
"Yes, please give it to me," he replied.
I left the gag off while pumping in and out of him. As I did I heard him moan with delight, becoming thoroughly aroused. I fucked him for about five minutes, not wanting to cum just yet.
I pulled out and dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. It was wet with pre-cum, so I knew he was getting close to cumming. As I sucked him, he continued to moan, and soon was cumming. I eagerly receiving this straight man's load. I swallowed and got up, moving around to his head.
"How was that?" I asked.
"You made me cum, but I'm still straight!" he said.
"How to you feel about faggots now?" I asked.
"I don't hate faggots – I just don't want to be one!" he said.
"But you really liked what I did for you – you enjoyed being fucked," I countered.
"I couldn't help it – you aroused me," he protested.
"But you really liked it – I think you may have strong gay desires that arouse you, but then cause you a lot of guilt when you cum. If you like, I would be glad to help you safely explore those feelings."
"I'm not fag, " he continued to protest.
I took a pen and wrote my email address on his arm, and told him to email me if he wanted to meet up.
"You have more to experience today," I said, replacing the gag, "contact me when you are ready."
I left him bent over the stump, hoping that he would be contacting me, but doubting it – homophobes live in serious denial.
After walking down the path a few minutes I found a naked guy standing against a small tree. His hands were tied behind his back, around the tree, and he was blindfolded and gagged.
I pulled the gag down and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"My mistress put me here to expose me to men," he replied.
"Are you gay, straight or bi?" I asked.
"I'm straight, but my mistress wants me to suck cock," he said.
"Do you want to suck cock?" I asked.
"Not really, but I do want to please my mistress," he continued.
"I want you to practice sucking my cock," I said, "I'll help you to your knees so you can suck me."
He reluctantly agreed as I helped him to his knees, slipping his bound hands down the tree as he knelt.
I put my cock to his lips and told him to kiss it, and try licking it. He cautiously did so, and then opened his mouth, and I slipped in.
He sucked while I encouraged him, giving him some tips to improve his sucking. I found his sucking to be very arousing and was getting ready to cum. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked.
He pulled back and said "please don't – I'm not ready for that," he said.
I told him that he had done a good job and would one day be a very good cocksucker. I helped him to his feet and wrote my email address on his arm, telling him to contact me if he wanted to get together.
I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He was already hard, so his cocksucking must have turned him on. I placed my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled close to him, taking his cock to the back of my mouth. Making swallowing motions with my mouth finally sent him over the edge and he squirted his load in my mouth.
I stood up put his gag back in place and wished him a good day. I continued down the path, resolving to cum as soon as I had an opportunity.
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