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The thrill of sex in the open is a big turn-on to me. The excitement of a chance meeting and the energy-building uneasiness of getting caught are enough by themselves to make me cum. For as long as I could remember, I've loved to wander through the woods in search of horny men (yes, the woods). Today was no exception. Near home was a nature trail along the river. Between the river and a road that paralleled it, there was a strip of land. The strip of land ran along the road for about a mile uninterrupted up to the edge of a new housing development on one side and a county highway on the other. It was about two acres across at its widest between the river and the road. The trail was very dense with woods at some points, but deep within the forest, the trees thinned slightly. This allowed the local nature groups to carve out rugged trails. There was a single trail leading into the woods on one end and another on the other end. If somebody walked through the woods at the right time of day, it wouldn't be unusual to see a family of deer strolling along the trail. And if somebody were lucky, like I always hoped to be, along with the strolling deer there might be some hot guys walking the trail.
I knew better. Most of those guys weren't into the scenery. They were cruising just like me. Obviously I had visited this trail before and became such a regular, that it was easy to spot the "Johns". I was on the look out for one guy in particular but would have settled for any cute guy. He visited the trail on occasion. He told me he was married with kids and came to the trail because it was the only place where he could be free. He loved to suck dick and to be fucked bareback, but of course he couldn't do either at home. He was a construction worker by trade and had the body to prove it. This man stood about 6 feet 2 inches tall and his shoulders must have been 48 inches across. His burly chest tapered down to a waist that was about 33 inches. From working outside, he had a beautiful golden tan that made his white teeth seem bright. It was hard to believe that this hunk of macho man could be a bottom. (But that's always the case, right?).
Today I was in luck. Behind a big bush, which to a normal passerby looked completely dense with brush, I saw a flash of red. A second later, I saw his face and his red t-shirt, it was the married guy. He stared at me and then winked. I knew the cue. I made my way through the brush and into the small opening behind several 12 foot high bushes. He already had his shorts down around his ankles and his cock was dripping sweet, clear nectar. Because today was kind of hot a humid, he had cut off jean shorts that look like they were about 20 years old. They had more holes then fabric. If his shorts were pulled up they would show off his bubble butt and the big bulge of meat in the front. I wondered if there was enough fabric in front to actually cover his big tool.
I almost fell over myself to get on my knees and lap up all the pre-cum that leaked from his 8 inch pole. I licked the head of his cock. Then in one motion I swallowed his member down to his pungent smelling pubic hair. I sucked him and watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in delight. I reached up and pinched his nipples until he squealed. I could feel his shaft getting thicker and harder and I knew his first shot would come soon. I stopped sucking, and only moved my mouth over his shaft lightly so that the only thing he felt was a warm, wet sensation. As the head of his cock swelled, he arched his back and ribbons of cream shot down my throat. I swallowed quickly because I didn't want to lose even a drop. As his throat-wash subsided, his dick softened and slipped from my mouth. A thin stream of cum draped across my bottom lip and down to my chin as he pulled out. Finally he exhaled and helped me as I stood up. I could feel the strength of his arms.
In return, he dropped to his bare knees and nearly ripped my Adidas shorts off my body. As my throbbing dick was freed from the confines of my underwear, it popped right into his waiting mouth; he slobbered all over it with force and furry. I imagined the way he worked on the construction site and was thrilled that this hunk of man was worshipping my dick. He wasn't a refined cocksucker, like you would expect a gay guy to be, but considering this guy was accustomed to licking pussy, he sucked my shaft pretty well. He even deep throated me (gagging a little, I might add). I could feel the tension building and I knew I would cum soon, so I pulled out. As I pulled away, he struggled to continue sucking. But realizing my intensions, he turned himself around and got on all fours. That beautiful butt stuck up into the air. I got on my knees and spread his cheeks. I leaned in and darted my tongue around his puckered man pussy. He moaned and cooed like an owl. As he relaxed, I buried my tongue deep into his pulsating hole. The smell of his sweat and my saliva was intoxicating. I rimmed him for about five minutes, making sure to lube him really well with my spit. I leaned forward and asked him if his wife had ever done that to him. He looked at me from over his shoulder and definitive chuckle said no. I read between the lines. What a dumb bitch she must have been to let such a handful of ass go to waste and to miss the opportunity to give her man such pleasure.
Finally, it was my chance. I positioned myself just over his asshole like a vulture over his prey. I put the head of my hard as steel dick at the entrance to his relaxed, wet sphincter. Slowly I pressed inward. As I pressed, he screeched like a piglet. At first, I thought he was in pain, so I asked if he was okay and he just smiled. At that, he thrust his body back into me and impaled himself onto my cock. I pulled out slowly and with one push, ripped my dick right up his ass again and again. The moans of pleasure were so loud that I started to get nervous that we would draw a crowd. Then I remembered where we were. As he continued his thrusts, he kept yelling, "yeah baby, yeah baby, fuck your daddy..." For a split second, I asked myself, "Hmm. Who's he talking to?" But then I refocused and got back into this dude who was at my mercy. I felt myself reaching the point of no return so I leaned in and told him I was going to cum. When he heard that, I thought he wanted to protect himself and expected him to pull away, but instead, with all the force he had, he jammed back into me pushing me off my knees and at the same time I shot my load. As I feel back I held onto his hips, pulling him up and on top of me. My streams of hot baby juice emptied into his contracted hole again and again. He sprawled out right on top of me. As I slowed, we relaxed and as we came back down to earth, he realized he was on top of me and rolled off. If I were with a hot gay guy, at that point he and I would have met faces and kissed passionately or held each other for a few minutes to bask in the feeling of euphoria that we had just shared. But this guy jumped up, pulled himself back into his shorts, and walked away. As he turned to move beyond the high bushes, he looked back and winked at me. Then his red shirt, blended into the green brush until he was no longer visible. I turned around to get myself together and make my way out of the woods, and I was startled suddenly by the sound of somebody screaming. It was a single solid scream and it was definitely a man. But the scream was unnerving because I couldn't see anybody. As I started to get my wits about me, I heard it again. This time it seemed to echo through the silence of the trees. I was scared shitless, but I decided to investigate.
Thanks to Nifty for the opportunity to scribble a few words here. If you like my premier submission, please drop me a line. rfwjr64@optonline.net The story has ended at a point where it will continue. Your feedback will inspire me. Thanks, Bob