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Sex in the Open #2
I walked toward the screams. At first I thought they had come from the direction in which the construction worker headed. But then I wasn't sure. Of course, being deep in the forest, I had to weave my way through the brush and back to the trail. As I was walking back to the trail, I thought I heard rustling like somebody was rushing through the woods behind me. So I squatted behind a tree and I backed up to cover myself, I saw two feet walk quickly along the path, heading toward the road. The person was walking so fast he was almost jogging. He was obviously a man because of his big feet and hairy legs. Thank God he went right past me. But where he came from and if he were connected to the screaming was still unknown. I decided it was best for me to beat it out of there too. So I headed out along the trail to the road, got in my car and headed home, but the thought that something serious might have happened stuck in my head. Was I a wuss or what? I should have gone to investigate.
The next morning as my roommates (three other gay guys) and I were running around getting ready for work, one of them told me that he heard about somebody being killed nearby. At first, I didn't connect that with the screams. But as I put my clothes on, my roommate told me that the guy was killed in a nature preserve about four miles from home, right near the river.
That hit home. I felt the color rush from my face. After a moment, my roommate asked me if I was okay. Yes, I was perverted enough to hunt for guys in those woods but I didn't want to admit it to my friends.
"That must have been what I heard", I thought to myself, aloud. "What? What is it?" my roommate asked. So I told him it was nothing and that I was just being overly dramatic, thinking about the poor guy who lost his life. The whole day, I was wrought with guilt. I couldn't think of anything else. Why didn't I find out what happened? I know I wasn't responsible, but maybe I could have helped...or gotten myself killed. I didn't go to the woods for almost two weeks. I was pissed at myself for not doing more and I couldn't explain to anybody what happened. So I suffered alone.
Finally, because, first I am a man and second I am a gay man, I couldn't stay away any longer. The desire for lust overruled my nerves. Twelve days after the whole incident, I parked my car near the trail, next to four other cars. So the first thing that entered my sick mind was that I hoped the owners of those cars were hot.
I bee-bopped myself through the first leg of the trails and found myself close to where I always thought of as the center of the forest. That's where the trail split into five other branches. Those trails went to other areas of the woods with one trail running directly along the river, another running very close to the road along side the woods. The others ran in various directions, but all of the paths regrouped on the other side of the preserve. I have walked along all of the trails and pretty much knew where in the woods, I could find action. I walked along the river for about 100 yards and then cut through some brush. One of the other trails was just beyond about 50 feet. But between the two trails were some dwarf apple trees. The branches of dense leaves hung low to the ground and there were apples strewn about on the ground. What's good about these trees? I knew you would ask. The branches hung low to the ground, but the trunks of the trees were about six feet high before the trunk split. When somebody stood under the tree, it was like a tent. Two or three of these trees very close together grew outward, but the branches closest to the other trees were very high up, as if reaching for the sun, creating a covered hide-out. What a perfect set up for a gang-bang. As I peered through the thick leaves, I didn't see anybody. There wasn't going to be a gang-bang or anything else today from the looks of it. I positioned myself under the tallest of the three trees, sat down and leaned up against its trunk. It was eerie sitting under the tree. Every little noise had me jumping and looking around. I felt like I was being watched. Ah... It was just me being paranoid.
Well, there was no reason to waste some good "solitude time". So I started to stroke and rub myself through my jeans. As I leaned against the tree I started to think about the married guy and how easy it was to work his dick with my mouth and tongue. That made me hard fast. I could see a drop of pre-cum seeping through my jeans. I knew it was time to free the monster so I unzipped my pants, and pushed them and my underwear down below the cheeks of my ass. The dampness of the earth below my bare ass was erotic.
I stoked my rod, slowly, forming a ring with my fingers and rubbing my cut head very lightly over and over again. That usually produced some sweet slime. Since I was a kid, I loved to lather my own pre-cum onto my tongue (I know you do too). Mmmmm, it's the next best thing to someone else's. I pulled my knees up to my chin (as much as I could, being pudgy and all) and spread my legs eagle style. I spit a little saliva into my cupped hand. Then I rubbed a finger of my other hand over the head of my throbbing member to catch the oozing juice and mixed the two together to create a slimy potion. Then I used one of my other fingers to find my pucker and carefully used the lube I created to slick up my hole. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My finger slid in real nice and easy. Although I wasn't the best at fingering myself, I was pretty good with the lube, so that helped. As I finger-fucked my hole, I closed my eyes and imagined I was with a cute latino guy. You know the type - perfect body, beautiful honey colored skin, sweet kisser, filled with passion and a Trojan dick. "Oh yeah, Papasito- Wiggle your willie up my ass. That feels soooo good." I got myself a nice rhythm going with one hand working my ass, while I was jerking myself off with the other. Every once in a while I would mop up the pre-cum oozing from my dick with my free hand and suck it off, "Oh yeah, Oh yeah". The heat was on.
Suddenly I stopped jerking myself and pulled my finger out of my ass. I put my hand on my rock hard cock and in rapid succession, glided my hand over its full length without actually pulling on the skin. It felt like somebody else was jerking me off. My head swelled and the shaft of my dick was flaming red. I forced myself not to contract. Instead I glided myself until the physical force of my balls and my cock gave way. Suddenly I shot my hot, streaming load. The first stream shot across the ground. I aimed my quick firing dick toward my face and shot the next three ribbons into my mouth (well one made it). Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Finally two dribbles more and I was spent.
I caught my breath and as I started to sit up I looked up into the trees. "WHAT THE FUCK?" "HOLY SHIT!" I jumped up, my jeans still half way down my legs, I pulled them up quickly and ran. There was somebody up in that tree watching me. My heart raced. What the FUCK? I started to run, but because my pants were not buttoned up, they started to slide. I tried to get away. Damn, damn, damn. In my mind I cursed myself. I tripped on my jeans and fell face down. I heard the person jump and land on the ground. As I struggled to get up, the person came closer. He stepped right on my back and forced me back down onto the ground. I was so panicked, that I pawed and clawed with my hands to get free. I frantically tried to fight my way free. In one split second, the command came in a low, deep, clear voice, "STOP! If you fight me you will get hurt!"
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