He woke with the grit of morning in his eyes. He rises up on his elbows, pushing the scratchy woolen blanket off of his chest. All around him the dew of morning clings to the long grass in the not-yet dawn. The insects themselves are just waking. He stares off into the woods and his mind holding only uncertainty and the knowledge that things will not be the same. His college dreams are just dead fantasies, and she will not return to him. He senses the world moving around him, happy families beginning their day, couples spooning in bed, night shift workers finishing their shifts. They are all leaving him behind. Here he is, a week after graduating and he has no idea what he's going to do next.
He sits there with his cock hard and uncomfortable under the blanket. He lets himself fall back down to the ground and kicks the blanket completely off his body. The cold air strikes his nakedness and he deeply breathes in the crisp aroma of the clearing. Laying his left arm over his eyes, he grabs his manhood with his right hand, feeling it pulse under his firm grip. Should he get up and take a piss, or should he surrender to his lust?
He makes his decision, groaning as he grips his shaft harder- pulling the foreskin down and revealing the glans. Slowly he begins to pump, up and down- letting images of his sexual past flit in and out of his mind's eye. Chandra guiding his hands beneath her dress to let him feel her lack of underwear *blink, the drunken mulatto who pushed him into a filthy bar bathroom and took him in her mouth *blink, the sway of Jessica's enormous breasts as he rode him, her head tilting back in ecstasy *blink, watching his roommate Kaz lit by the television, desperately ramming her vibrator in and out of her hairless pussy *blink, his best friend Alannah sitting on his face, her hairy snatch streaming juices down his face as she twists her own nipples, screaming.
He feels his balls begin to tighten, his rhythm builds faster and faster- seeking the point of oblivion. The images in his mind flash by with more speed, the memories now mixing with fantasies never realized. He takes his left hand and sucks on his index and middle fingers, coating them in his spittle. He pushes a gob of saliva onto the fingers and then pushes his hand under his body, careful not to drop the hot liquid. Squeezing his cock ever harder he rubs his fingers against his asshole, slowly circling. He brings his fingers back to his mouth, spitting onto them again before returning them to his ass. His now sopping rectum tightly squeezes his fingers as he guides them inside. His fingers revel in the hot warmth of his asshole, probing and now curling to massage his prostate. His thoughts are now a blur of genitalia and lust, breasts, pussies, cocks, hairy chests, assholes, nipples and mouths. He feels himself nearing orgasm and pushing against the ground with his foot he ratchets his body nearly vertical. His legs now hang downward past his head and his cock is directly above his mouth. He gamely maintains his balance in this position while continuing to pump in earnest. His heavy breaths are punctuated by groans as his fingers plunge relentlessly into his asshole. He can feel his orgasm building steadily in his tight balls. With a load moan he cums, his seed spraying hotly onto his tongue. His rectum squeezes his fingers like a vice, rhythmically spasming. He keeps his mouth open as his fingers curl hard against his prostate. Long, thick lines of semen drip down onto his face and throat. As his orgasm finally pulses to a stop he presses the last drops of cum onto his right thumb and forefinger. He swallows down his huge load of spunk, savoring its musky flavor. He removes his fingers from his asshole and lays back down on the ground, licking the semen off of his hand, sucking his fingers clean.
He opens his eyes and stares into the lightening sky. The breeze blows against his sweaty body, causing him to shiver. He watches clouds float by.
His post orgasmic daze is shattered by the sound of a twig snapping in the near woods to his right. As he looks towards the noise he sees a large, bearded man 20 yards out, striding towards him in heavy work boots. "That was about the hottest thing I've ever seen," the man called out. As the man nears, Rowan can see he is a little over six feet tall, probably in his 50s, with massive shoulders and arms. He is dressed in a Carhart jacket, hanging open to reveal a smudged white undershirt, and light jeans that emphasize the man's large muscular legs. Rowan sits up and pulls the blanket around his shoulders as the man comes to a stop in front of him.
The man smiles down at Rowan, his teeth flashing against his dark beard. Rowan grins back and then let's his gaze glide down the mans body. His eyes settle on the large bulge of blue jeans right at eye level.
"Didn't know I had an audience, or else I would have charged admission," Rowan said, not taking his eyes off of the man's crotch.
"I know a lot of guys who would pay handsomely to see a show like that," chuckled the man. "Hell, I just about came in my pants watching you."
Rowan looked up into the man's dark eyes, "That looks pretty uncomfortable," glancing back down at the bulge. "Well maybe I should take it out and let it breathe. . ." Rowan licked his lips. "That's probably a good idea; it seems pretty claustrophobic in there. I'll consider it payment for your viewing pleasure." As Rowan reaches out for the mans bulge, the blanket falls from his shoulders, exposing his sweaty nakedness again. "Fuck..." the man whispers as Rowan grips his cock through the jeans.
Rowan smiles and undoes the top button, slowly guiding the zipper down. As the zipper is finally lowered, the man's engorged member springs forward, still straining against flannel boxers. A dark ring of pre-cum has soaked into the underwear. Rowan grasps the jeans and firmly pushes them down around the man's ankles. His legs are burly and covered in hair. Slowly, Rowan lifts the elastic waistband of the boxers and slides them down. Strings of pre-cum stretch from the head of the man's cock to the underwear, breaking as the underwear descends. The cock is large, at least 8 inches and it's surface is rippled with veins. The man's balls are the size of golf balls and the sack is covered in grey hair. Above the man's cock is a proud bush of grey pubic hair. Rowan grasps it with his right hand, his fingers unable to completely encircle it. As he grips the shaft several drops of pre-cum bead at the tip and begin to slowly drip down in slimy lines. Rowan lowers his head to catch the drops on his tongue.
He lifts the man's cock upwards, pulling up on the shaft to drop the ball sack into his mouth. He cups them on his tongue, swirling the around his mouth, tasting the sweaty skin. He lets the sack fall out of his mouth with a 'plop' and slowly traces his tongue up the mans scrotum, climbing the shaft, until he reaches the cock head. He takes long lollipop licks, ending each with an exploration of the rim of the head.
"Fuuuuuuck....!" The man has his hand on the back of Rowan's neck. His eyes are squeezed shut as he tilts his head back. The man's dick pulses harder in Rowan's hand. Rowan can sense how close the man is to losing control. Rowan lowers his mouth over the huge cock, his velvety lips enveloping it. He slowly crams it deeper, working to accommodate it all. His lips reach the saliva covered ball sack, and his eye lids are tickled by the mans bush. The cock all the way down his throat, Rowan pauses and inhales the delicious musky scent of the man's body. He lifts his mouth up, and using his hand for traction, slowly twists around the man's shaft. He starts pumping his mouth up and down, gripping with his right hand, jacking the cock into his mouth. His left hand clutches the man's hairy ass, kneading the muscular mass.
"Oh God...... oh shit.....Fuuuuuckkkk!"
The man grabs hold of the back of Rowan's head as his climax begins. Rowan feels the cock harden even further and he plunges it down his throat. Enormous jets of hot semen splash the back of Rowan's throat and he greedily swallows it all down. He sucks harder, milking every last drop from the man's throbbing meat. He keeps the cock in his mouth until he is sure there is none left, he feels it soften slightly. Reluctantly he releases it from his lips. He looks up to see the man smiling down at him with dazed amazement. He smiles back and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
"That was... spectacular," the man said.
"Thanks. I'm pretty sure I liked it too." Rowan replied, gesturing down to his again erect penis.
to be continued.....