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Subject: {ASSM} A Ride in the Woods (mm mast voy oral outdoor/public 1st)
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A Ride in the Woods, by omnivore

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A Ride in the Woods (mm mast voy oral outdoor/public 1st)

by omnivore

Let me begin by admitting that I had definitely had bisexual fantasies
before any of this happened, in fact I'd thought long and hard about what it
would be like to be with another guy, but I had never had the nerve to do
anything about it.  I could always just explain it away as idle curiosity,
simple jackoff fantasies that I would never actually indulge.  I was much
more attracted to women, and never had any trouble getting girlfriends, but
every now and then I'd find myself seeking out gay and bi porn on the web,
or lingering over the "Men Seeking Men" ads in the local weekly paper.  I
still never thought I'd act on it, though, right up until it actually
happened.

I spend a lot of my weekend afternoons riding my mountain bike through the
woods in the towns near my house.  There are a surprising number of parks,
bike trails, and undeveloped woodlands in this extremely suburban part of
the northeast, and I knew of at least a dozen places where you could get so
far into the woods that no sound of the modern world would interfere, all
within a half-hour drive of my home.  I loved the feel of the wind in my
face as the bike jerked and jumped beneath me, the vigorous workout of going
up and down hills, over rocks and roots, and especially enjoyed the
opportunity to get far out into the woods and smoke a bowl.  There's just
something particularly peaceful and inspiring about being high when you're
out in the great outdoors.

This particular May afternoon was glorious, sunny and warm, and after taking
my bike down off the roof rack I launched myself out into the green tunnels
of the forest trails in a beautiful, but mysteriously unpopular, state park.
I was feeling great, but the heat started to get to me, and after a couple
of miles of riding I pulled off my shirt and tucked it into the back of my
shorts.  I rode on for another mile or so, going over several particularly
technical sections, broken rocks and massive roots, and finally paused to
rest after an especially tricky uphill stretch left me sucking wind.

I parked my bike against a tree, grabbed my water bottle, and squeezed it
once over my head before drinking deeply.  Shaking the water off my hair and
out of my eyes, I looked around me.  A massive rock outcropping rose up
dramatically in front of me, just off to the right of the trail, while the
trail itself passed over a ridge just ahead and to the left (or to my left
and behind).  I decided to climb up this short "cliff" to see what I could
see from the top, and dropped the water bottle, and my shirt, next to my
bike.

The outcropping was extremely uneven, and not all that vertical, and I made
it up to the top in just over a minute.  From the top I could only see a
short distance through the woods in each direction, but the break in the
forest created by the massive rock created a brightly sunny zone in the
midst of the surrounding green, dappled shade.  I could feel the warmth of
the sun on my body, and stretched, languorously.  I had been meaning to work
on my tan, and decided that this was an ideal opportunity.  I sat down,
pulled out my "travel pipe," and smoked a few quick hits.  It was quality
bud, and the warm glow of the high quickly spread throughout my body.

The rock surface atop the outcropping was flat, smooth, and surprisingly
clean.  I laid down on my back and stretched out my arms to either side,
toasting myself between the heat of the sun and the heat trapped in the rock
beneath me.  Even a few miles of mountain biking can really get your muscles
working, and your heart pumping, and laying there I felt like the heat was
baking the knots and the tension out of my body, rejuvenating myself for the
rest of the ride.

I felt a slight itch under my balls, and reached down inside my shorts to
scratch it.  As my hand passed my cock, I could feel it twitch to life, and
it continued to react as I scratched vigorously at the base of my sack.  I
suddenly had another thought about how I could spend my afternoon in the
woods.  There's something incredibly hot about getting naked and jerking off
somewhere outdoors, and this was far from the first time I'd done it.  The
isolation of my location and the inhibition-lowering effect of the evil weed
had practically guaranteed that something like this would happen

I pulled my hand out of my shorts, and rolled over and got up onto my hands
and knees.  I looked all around me, and then down over the edge towards my
bike, making sure that there was no way I could be seen from the trail.  I
crawled as close to the center of the rock as I could to make absolutely
sure I was invisible from below, and without really sitting up completely,
wriggled out of my shorts and underwear.

I didn't want to deal with untying my boots, and didn't really relish the
idea of being barefoot in the forest, so I left my socks and light hiking
boots on.  I lay back against the rock, feeling the heat against my
shoulders and my ass, and brought my right hand up to lightly stroke my
cock, which by now was as hard and as big as it had ever been.  There was
just something about the feel of the sunlight, the breeze, the irregular
surfaces of nature, I'm not sure what exactly, but it always got me
incredibly hot, and puffed me up to maximum size.

Now that I'm lying almost totally naked before you, I guess I should let you
know what I look like.  I'm in my early thirties, with short, dark brown
hair, blue eyes, and pleasant but unremarkable features.  I started getting
gray hairs at an early age, but still only have occasional flecks of silver
and white amid the brown.  Due to my biking, and lots of laps swum during
the winter, I was in great shape, although I could never quite get those
washboard abs everyone's always talking about.  I'm about 5 feet, 10 inches
tall, thin but not scrawny, and I've been told I have a nice butt.  My cock
is respectable but hardly awe-inspiring, about five inches limp, and seven
or eight inches hard, circumcised.  It fit my hand nicely when I yanked it,
and I yanked it plenty when I didn't have a girlfriend, and pretty often
when I did.

Laying there in the woods that day, I trailed my fingers up and down the
length of my twitching member, then lightly tickled my balls.  I stroked
back up my cock, then rubbed around the head with my whole hand, slowly
closing my fist around it.  I formed my thumb and index finger into the
classic jackoff ring (OKAY!), and started moving it up and down over my
penis with long, smooth strokes.  The thrill of being exposed outside, the
heat of the sun, and the action of my hand quickly brought me to the verge
of explosion, and I backed off, opening my hand and stroking with just my
fingertips, much less vigorously.

Suddenly I heard a sound from the trail below me, and I jumped in surprise.
I flipped on to my stomach, and wriggled over to the edge, where I watched a
father and his three kids ride by.  They glanced at my bike as they passed,
but didn't stop to look for me or to explore the rock outcropping on which I
perched naked.

As they rode out of sight, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.  The prospect
of getting caught had caused my cock to droop considerably, but as soon as I
was sure I was alone again, it sprang back to attention with, if possible,
even more enthusiasm than it had before.  The danger was part of the rush,
after all.  I started jerking off again, my head pressed back against the
stone, my eyes squeezed tightly shut, staring at the sun through closed
lids.  As my right hand stroked my cock, I used my left hand to stroke my
chest and tweak my nipples, and then moved it down between my legs, lightly
stroking my balls as my right hand jerked up and down with increasing speed.

I could feel my butt cheeks tensing against the stone and arched my back as
my orgasm started to build within me.  I opened my eyes and looked down at
my cock, wanting to watch it jerk and dance as I shot my wad.  As I looked
down my body, past my rapidly moving hand and the column of my erect rod, I
saw something that suddenly brought my hand to a stop.  I saw someone else,
and he was looking right at me.

While I had been obsessing about someone climbing up the outcropping the
same way that I had come up, someone had quietly approached on the other
side completely, and he had just caught me in about the most embarrassing
position I could possibly imagine.

I scrambled into a half-sitting position, but didn't dare stand up for fear
of being seen from the trail below.  I tried to cover my still rock-hard
cock with my hands, but when I looked for my shorts and underwear I realized
that I had shifted enough that they were out of my reach.  In fact, they
were closer to the person watching me than they were to me, and as he
watched me look over at them, he realized it just a second after I did.

I watched this newcomer as he quickly climbed all the way up on to the rock
top, reached over, and grabbed my clothes.  He was young, muscular and
handsome, probably in high school, probably no more than 16, and he had me
totally in his power.  Even if I could somehow get down off the rock and
back to my bike, I'd never make it back to my car with just a shirt and no
shorts.  He also had my pipe, which was still half full of weed, and which
could get me in to even more trouble.  I had no idea what the hell I was
going to do.

"Well, well, well," he suddenly said, in a voice surprisingly deep for
someone so young. "What do we have here?  If it isn't some nasty little
perv, spying down on the kiddies as he yanks his crank out in the woods."

"What!??" I sputtered in response.  "I never . . . I mean, I wasn't spying
down on anyone, I was just enjoying mySELF up here, and I was making sure
there was no one down below me while I did it.  I swear that's all it was.
Really."

"Yeah, but is that what the cops are going to believe when I call and tell
them there's a naked guy running around in the woods?  Think you can make it
out of here with no shorts on before they can arrive?  Do you really want to
take that risk?"

I felt a sudden chill.  He not only had me in his power, he realized it and
was already threatening me with it.  Even while I started shaking inside
from nervousness, I felt a curious sort of calm descending over me.  If he
was in control, then I wasn't really responsible for anything that I did.  I
could let myself do just about anything, I suddenly realized, and could
explain it away because I really had no choice.

"What do you want?" I asked hesitantly.

"First, stop covering yourself up.  We both know you're naked, stop trying
to hide your dick."

I moved my hands away from my crotch, and saw my cock twitch and jump as it
was exposed to scrutiny.  Because he was clothed and could stand up, while I
could only kneel there in front of him, I felt even more submissive.  There'
s something about looking way up at someone's face when you're in a helpless
position that makes it even more demoralizing.  I thought I knew what was
coming next.

"Looks like your dick likes it when you show it off to another guy, doesn't
it?  I think you know what I want," he said firmly.  "Since you're such a
nature boy perv, I think you're probably  totally queer, too.  I want you to
suck my cock . . . and I want you to do it now."

There was no uncertainty in his voice, and as I stared up into his ruggedly
handsome face, I could see the determination in his eyes.  He had blond
hair, short and parted on the side, and the body of a three-sport athlete,
the very image of a young, Aryan prep school god.  Given the fantasies I'd
had in the past, and the precarious position I was in, I didn't take much
convincing.

I rose up on my knees, and moved towards him without standing.  He took one
more step forwards, to get away from the edge, and stood still, holding his
arms up to keep my clothes far out of my reach.  As I got up close to him, I
looked straight ahead at the space between the bottom of his too-small
t-shirt and his athletic shorts.  He definitely had those coveted washboard
abs, a perfect "innie" belly button, and a light but still visible trail of
blond hairs leading down to the waistband of his shorts.

I took a deep breath, and reached up with both hands at once, hooked my
fingertips into either side of the waistband, and yanked down his shorts to
just below his knees in one quick motion.  He shifted to one foot, then the
other, so that I could pull them all the way off.  Below the waist, he was
now only wearing a jock strap, short socks and off-road running shoes.  I
looked at the cloth pouch of his jock, and blinked in surprise at the size
of it.  This kid was enormous.  I reached up hesitantly with my right hand
and stroked his cock and balls through the cotton cloth, feeling it slowly
start to thicken and uncoil.

"Take it off," he commanded.

I reached up again with both hands, grabbed the waistband of his jock, and
slowly pulled it down, pulling it out away from the front of his body as I
did.  After I had gotten it just a few inches down, his cock sprang out,
already half at attention, and it was truly an impressive slab of meat.  It
looked like something out of a porn movie, and was bigger than anything I'd
ever seen in a locker room or sauna.  Even though it wasn't completely hard,
it was already a full nine inches long, and almost two inches in diameter.
It was cut, and rose magnificently from a full bush of curly blond pubic
hair, and his balls were also impressively large, and hanging low.

I quickly pulled his jock the rest of the way off, and turned back to this
incredible cock, which was now just inches from my face.  I reached up with
my right hand and gently stroked up and down its length, just admiring it
for a moment.  I formed my thumb and index finger into a ring, and jerked it
slowly.  I could smell the musky odor of his crotch combined with the sharp
tang of sweat, he must have been out running before he discovered me.  I
inhaled deeply, licked my lips nervously, and started leaning towards his
now completely erect, 10 inch long dick.

Now as I said, I had never done anything like this before, but I've watched
a hell of a lot of pornography, and I've had more than a few girls give me
this particular treatment, so I knew what I basically had to do.  I was less
than confident that I could get the whole enormous thing into my mouth, but
I figured that I'd be able to do a passable job all the same.

I opened my mouth wide, closed my eyes, and sucked in the whole head of his
cock, which felt big enough to nearly fill my mouth all by itself.  I ran my
tongue up and down the underside, then twirled it around and around the tip,
then flickered it briefly right over the one-eyed monster's single eye.  I
could feel him shift slightly, as his muscles clenched in response to sudden
sensations. I made sure my mouth was full of moisture, and started sucking,
leaning forward to see how much I could swallow.

I started to move my head up and down, just like in every blow job I'd ever
watched before, trying to get just a little more into my mouth with each
downward thrust.  I could only get about four inches in before it started
hitting the back of my throat, and made start feel like I was going to retch
and cough.  I pulled back, and started licking and kissing up and down the
shaft reaching out with right hand to play with his balls, and with my left
to grab his ass and steady myself.

By this time my captor was already really getting into it, and was standing
with his crotch thrust forward and his head thrown back, enjoying the
moment.  I alternated between licking up and down the shaft and sucking the
head into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue, occasionally using my
right hand to stroke up and down the lower part while I was sucking the end.

My own cock was like an iron bar between my legs, and I could feel pressure
building painfully in my balls.  I was so incredibly turned on by what I was
doing to this godlike teenage guy, every time I shifted and my cock brushed
against my leg it was like an electric shock going through me.

I spent a minute or so paying special attention to his cockhead, sucking it,
licking it, biting it ever-so-lightly with my bared teeth, then sucking it
again hard.  He was clearly lost in the sensation sweeping through him, he'd
dropped my clothes on the rock beside us and had rested his hands on my
head, gently pushing down and encouraging me to get back to work every time
I'd lift my head to take a breath.

His pushing became a little more insistent.  It was clear that he wanted to
get more of himself into me, and I decided that since there was no guarantee
this would ever happen again, I should go ahead and give it all I could.  I
decided to try to deep throat him, and I've got to say that no matter how
many movies you watch, it just doesn't prepare you for what it's really
like.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and tried to tilt my head so that my
mouth and throat were better lined up.  I paused, kissed and licked the tip
of his cock, and then started slowly moving my face forward, closing my eyes
tightly.  At about the four inch mark it started bumping the back of my
throat again, and I tried to clear my mind, relax and ignore the impulse to
gag.  If I just kept moving forward . . . a bit more . . . oh god . . . just
a bit more . . .mmmmpph . . . just a little further.  I could feel his girth
filling my throat, the edges of his head tickling as they went down.
Suddenly I felt my nose getting tickled by pubic hair, and I opened my eyes
to see the massive, hard wall of his stomach just inches in front of my
eyes.  I had almost the whole thing down my throat, and as I pushed forward
the final inch, I felt this incredible surge of triumph.  I had done it, I
had gotten it all in!

But once I had gotten it in, there was no way that I could bob my head up
and down the way I had been doing before. I kneeled there motionless for a
moment, breathing through my nose and wondering what to do next.

As if he realized what had made me stop, as if he'd been reading my mind,
suddenly the boy started to move his hips back and forth, pulling back and
then thrusting forward, nearly pulling clear of my throat on the back
stroke, then nearly slamming his pelvis into my face as he pushed it back
in.  He was basically fucking my throat, and I just tried to keep my tongue,
lips and teeth out of the way while he did it, although occasionally he
would pause and I would put them back to work, licking, nipping, nibbling on
whatever part of his shaft they could reach.

Sometimes I kind of forgot to breathe, and then would have to take deep
shuddering breaths through my nose to try to get enough oxygen to stay
conscious, but we managed to keep this up for nearly five minutes.  Finally,
I felt the muscles in his legs starting to tense up even more, and could
tell from the increasing speed of thrusts that he was about to come.
Suddenly, he yelled out a loud, "Yes!"

The first spurt came while he was still deep in my throat, and was therefore
swallowed by default.  He pulled back partway as his cock started jerking
irregularly, and the next few spurts were right in my mouth, with the last
couple stray globs hitting my on the cheek and on my chest.  I swallowed
what was in my mouth, then used my finger to collect what had fallen on to
my face and body, and licked it clean.  I leaned forward and kept licking
his slowly deflating rod, getting every bit of stickiness off of it. His
semen was warm and sort of salty, with an underlying sweetness that was
actually kind of pleasant.  I'd never even tasted my own before, and here I
was lapping up this young boy's cream, what in the world had I just done!?

I suddenly scrambled backwards, grabbing my shorts and underwear as I pulled
away.  The guy was still standing there, eyes closed, basking in the
afterglow of what had clearly been a powerful orgasm.  I felt like I was
coming out of a trance, and blinked my eyes at the bright light of the sun,
which was still warming the top of the rock.  I looked around me.  What in
the world? I was totally naked, except for my boots, in the middle of the
woods, and there was another guy, wearing just a t-shirt and running shoes
standing right in front of me, still practically quivering.  I had just
sucked his cock.  And I had loved it.

I had no idea what to think.  Did this mean I was gay?  It couldn't, I
decided, I'd been with too many women, and got too turned on by naked
chicks, to possibly be gay.  I sure had sucked that cock with gay abandon,
though!

As I thought it about again, I could feel my own cock starting to twitch
some more.  It was still hard as a rock, and I could feel my balls
approaching the dangerous "blue" stage.  I reached down and put my right
hand on it, thinking it would only take a minute or two to blow an enormous
load.

"Wait," the teenager said.

Yikes, I had almost lost track of the fact he was up there.  I looked up at
him, and grabbed on to my shorts and underwear with my left hand.

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't try to grab your clothes again, that was
just to get your attention, really.  I could tell you wanted it, you just
needed a little encouragement, and after that performance I could tell that
you LOVED it.  You don't want to stop now, do you?"

I looked at him, not trusting myself to speak.  What did he mean?

"Wouldn't you like to see what it's like from the other end?  Wouldn't you
like me to suck you off?"

Just the thought of it made my cock jump visibly.  I looked down, and
nodded, still silent.

"Well then," he continued, "There's just one thing you've got to promise to
do for me, first . . ."


[End Part One?]

[Want more?  Let me know at omnivore@mad.scientist.com and if enough people
want it I'll make it clear why the title has more than one meaning.]

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