I had already been woken up in a rude manner. No one should be bound at the wrists, and forced to kneel by the picnic table outside. The warm summer heat baked me as I was buck naked, and while I knew my lover was sadistic, today was going to be in the woods far from where help was available. Jason took my cell phone prior to our trip, even though Verizon probably had no service. It was us, the birds, and the trees, with no human for countless miles away. Last night I had sucked his balls dry, and was surprised to have cold water thrown on my face. Yet even with this I was strangely aroused, completely nude and his toy. Both of us were in our mid twenties, and he looked like a Nordic god with his 6 foot plus frame, chiseled body, blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that always made me want him.
Our passion for camping and the outdoors, was often accompanied by my servicing him. Last night I made his monster eight inch cock burst like a pipe, as his DNA went on my tongue and down my throat. As always the sweetest taste, and seeing him smile in pleasure, grunting, and contorting was always such a rush. He fell asleep next to me, looking so content and relieved, as I could taste his seed still. All I remembered was licking my lips, knowing I had taken his blonde pubic haired cock and balls in to my mouth, and satisfied him like no other guy could. I knew I'd be his bitch for years, but this wake up call wasn't what I had in mind. In fact it was a surprise, as I saw him go in the tent, and them come out wearing only green cargo shorts and boots. Looking at his crotch, I knew I was going to get pounded. It had been awhile, and the lube in his right hand confirmed it. He smiled with all of those megawatts, as I was on my knees, and told me to "brace for impact."
Oh yes his shorts came off, and yet he left his boots on. What was he thinking? He grabbed my hair. I felt him pulling on it and it started to hurt. It got stronger and more intense, and I almost cried as the nerve endings lit up as at the same time the rope around my wrists dug in deeper. All of the wildlife seemed to hum, then disappear as all of a sudden I felt warmth on my chest. Jason was pissing on me. His urine flowed down me, and I wasn't sure how to feel, as this had never occurred. Yes I could smell his scent and feel the pee on my body, but soon I felt something I did know. Pleasure. Jason kissed my piss soaked nipples, which hardened up instantly, and I moaned as it felt so damn good. His lips touched mine too. Oh yes his urine covered lips were locked on mine, and he grabbed my neck. Our tongues danced the mating ritual we both knew so well, my penis hardening with anticipation. My balls were so damn full, and I could see his big cock, which soon was in my hands.
It felt so good to stroke his shaft. I had always liked the ebb and flow of a penis in my hand. From my first time as a teenager with my friends smallish but thick dick, I knew that any fleeting moments with women weren't meant to be. Yes I hid my sexuality in high school, but in college and afterwards, it was more than accepted to be gay. Oh yes I was feeling his cock, stroking his balls, and soon he touched my package which was leaking in precum. His hands always felt so great, and he stood up I instinctively knew what he wanted. My lips and tongue started at the head of his shaft, and I slurped his balls up to, to that smile and eyes that lit up with raw sexuality. His musky athletic taste, oh yes I could taste his man batter precum. The turn on level was at another level, as I had him moaning and grinding his teeth.
Without a moment to react, he turned me around, and I felt the warming liquid. Oh yes. Jason started to finger my hole, first with one digit, then with two. Here in the woods, the scent of pine and waves of pleasure were incredible. It felt so good as his fingers touched my prostate, and then slid by being a harbinger of what was to come. Soon he was in me, and I liked how he pushed my face into the ground. I was being sodomized and soiled at the same time, his whopper sliding further in me as I could taste the ground as I breathed in. He was relentless. There was so much aggression. My hole stretched and it was overwhelming really, as the nerve endings lit up in unison. His firm arms held me down, the rope around the wrists tightened up, and it was the best feeling in the universe. More stretching continued and our rhythm and cadence was so amazing. I literally screamed for miles as my cock exploded from the pressure on my g spot, and all I felt was lightheaded and joy, as his penis kept going in and out like a perverted pendulum.
Although I couldn't see it, my tightened up balls told me, that I had probably set a record for bottom induced orgasmic ejaculate. My seed was now firmly in the earth, as he continued to have his way with me. Jason's strong hands also touched my shoulders, with pleasure going throughout me. He took me behind like I was his dog, as he owned me in every way. The scent of trees and nature were in effect, and soon I felt him lunging even firmer. His grunts, beads of sweat dropped on my bottom and back, as I knew to prepare for my ass taking all of his load. Mere moments later I heard him scream and felt his swimmers going inside me. Oh yes the warm sperm filled me up, as his cock expelled this, and I felt him harden and soften up inside me. Jason was grunting, but eventually he turned me over, kissing me passionately as I felt his cum rolling out of me. We spent hours huddled up there, both nude out in the open, and later on he shaved my pubic hair, pounding me again to submission before fallling asleep. This was how to spend a weekend in the outdoors.