“It’s okay, I’ll make sure you get some loving.”
Okay, I admit I made jerking off weird.
Eyeing the catalogue, I realized that they’d never make the cut these days. If they didn’t have a fuzzy belly that dipped over their belt, they weren’t for me. There was something carnal about holding beefy legs in the air. I needed a t-shirt that said, “Seeking men who jiggle.” My cock jerked in agreement. Yeah, I had a type, and it had been a while since I buried myself in it.
Pulling my balls from my briefs, I gave them a quick tug. I reached for my phone, and a few clicks later, I found the video that’d get me to the finish line. A few years old, I could see the profile of a beefy man on all fours, me standing behind him, ready to shove my cock inside. He had wanted a keepsake, and I wasn’t going to say no to the beefcake. For all I know, half the internet had seen it. I hoped they enjoyed watching as much as I did making it.
Pressing the play button, the phone blared a “Fuck. Me.”
I shot upright. I couldn’t click the volume fast enough.
“Shove it in.”
I turned it down, praying that nobody heard. “Fuck,” I hissed. “It’s just like high school all over again.” I’m sure the extra-long showers and demanding that I do my own laundrygave away the reality. At least my clothes and I were always clean.
Held up the phone just in time to see Wayne’s head shoot up with a howl. He got exactly what he asked for. As I rolled the foreskin back and forth on my cock, I watched his face. He turned his head to face the camera, biting his lip as I held still, my cock buried. I brought the camera up to my face, examining his face. He didn’t look much different than a certain cute cub I kept running into.
I closed my eyes, imagining Nick naked in the middle of the woods. Bent over a log? On all fours by the campfire? There were a dozen places I wouldn’t mind testing his endurance. Hands gripping those meaty thighs before running along his belly. From behind, I’d reach around, unbuckling his pants, letting them drop low enough I could admire those bare cheeks.
My finger grazed the top of my cock, already wet with precum.
The thought of railing a sexy man in the woods turned to excitement. I slowed my pace, not wanting to come just yet.
“The boots.” The thought of Nick bent over a fallen log in nothing but hiking boots. I’d bury my face in that ass. I bet it had a dusting of dark hair. Then I’d take my time licking and playing with his balls. Once I got my cock inside him, it’d be hard, fast thrusting, and no chance I’d last long. If I were lucky, it’d be one of many. I’d breed him, and with my cock still throbbing, gasping in his ear, I’d reach around and jerk his cock until he came.
The tingle traveled from toes to testicles.
The thought of my arm wrapped around his chest, standing him upright… hand on his cock, jerking him while I still throbbed in his ass. All of it in the open woods… the tingling sharpened as my toes curled. My eyes shot open, foreskin pulled taut as the first drops of cum dribbled down the head. As theorgasm tightened my muscles, cum landed in my beard. Belly coated, I gasped, body jerking from the intensity.
I hit the pause button on the video. Who needed that when an active imagination would do? I’d never be able to look Nick in the eye without a growing bulge. With a lick of the lips, I tasted the cum in my beard. Too bad he wasn’t going with me. Maybe we could have made a little trail magic of our own?
“Shower,” I said, trying to convince myself to get up. I eyed the cum-covered briefs. “Then laundry.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. “I guess some things never change.”
NOT A LUMBERJACK
My jaw and rucksack dropped.
Even her car was loud. Lacie pulled into the driveway as she rolled down the window and waved. With the way the engine rumbled and the plume of dark smoke exited the muffler, it wouldn’t last much longer. On the day it died, Lacie would get out and push until she willed it back to life.
I had gotten up early, hoping to get ahead of the midday sun. I wanted to be deep in the woods before I burned. With hardly a cloud in the sky and the humidity already evaporating, it promised to be a perfect day for hiking. Standing on the gravel driveway, I found it hard to believe she had convinced Nick to follow through. I wanted to ask how she found my address, but with all the friends she had made, I’m sure the town gossips gave it up. I leaned against the tailgate as I wondered what else they had told her.
The car had barely stopped rolling when she jumped out.
“Here he is, just as I promised.”
Nick’s exit lacked the same flair.
“It’s all he could talk about last night.”
Her neon pink t-shirt and black jeans were the quietest things about her. She had charm, but I think anything more than a car ride, and I’d put on headphones to drown her out.
I questioned her statement as Nick gave a weak wave. I recognized a man kidnapped and thrust into something against his will. Between the jeans and sneakers, Nick had no idea what he had gotten himself into. His closest brush with nature had been the dog park or watching a documentary. What was I going to do, tell him to turn around?
Nick needed nature therapy as much as I did. He might not be here by choice, but we’d make the best of it. If I were going to take the gremlins into the woods, I might as well practice with a handsome man.
“Get your stuff,” Lacie said, giving him a shooing gesture. “I have to get back for Gardening Club, and then it’s off to Drag Story Hour.”
He gawked. “How are you?—”
