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A Ride in the Woods
by Omnivore (omnivore@mad.scientist.com)

***

A young teen likes to jackoff in the out-of-doors. He 
does it often, until one day he's caught doing it. (mm, 
mast, voy, oral, outdoor/public, 1st-gay-expr)

***

Author's Note: Of course we need to start off with the 
usual **LEGAL** stuff about this being adult material. 
Leave now if you are too young to read sexually explicit 
stuff, 18 in most jurisdictions, some require you to be 
21. Obviously this story is about sex, and about sex 
between guys for that matter, so if you are an adult and 
find this sort of thing offensive, don't read it, go 
elsewhere.

***

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, what do we have here," he suddenly said, in 
a voice surprisingly deep for someone so young. "If it 
isn't some nasty little perv, spying 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

[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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