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Into the Woods With Daddy

‘Is that comfortable? Remember lads you’re going to be here a while.’ Dad walked round us checking that there was nothing sharp or awkward close to or touching us.

‘How the fuck can this ever be comfortable? If you don’t mind me saying so Dad that’s a bloody stupid question.’ John was never afraid to express an opinion. “Thwack. Thwack.” ‘Ow, what was that for?’

‘The first was for swearing. The second for moaning.’ Dad chuckled, ‘Do I need to remind you that this was initially your idea?’

‘I never said anything about being tied to a flipping tree. All I wanted was to go to a cruisy forest with Phil and get fucked against one of the bloody things.’ “Thwack.” ‘Ouch. Okay, okay. I’m sorry.’ He peered round the tree and catching my eye smiled cheekily at me. ‘I’ll enjoy myself and stop swearing Dad. I promise.’

‘Good.’ Dad stood behind me and put a hand on each side of my hips pulling me backwards away from the tree he had just tied me to. My torso was almost horizontal before he was satisfied, then he kicked my legs as wide apart as he could. Leaning over to rest his chest on my back he began to rub his hand roughly up and down my exposed arse crack. ‘How many should I allow Phil?’ He pressed his finger against my well lubed hole and pushed it in to the knuckle. I flinched and let a quiet ‘Ungh,’ sort of sound escape my lips. ‘How many loads do you want in your hot wet cunt. Come on son, tell Daddy how much cum should I let you have today? How many cocks do you deserve?’ Two fingers were being pushed and twisted into my clutching fuck hole.  

‘As many as you think I should have Dad.’ Three fingers. ‘Arghhhh.’ My cry must have been heard for quite a distance in the seemingly silent wood.

‘Good boy. Make lots of noise son, bring the cock to your cunt.’ He withdrew his fingers and swiftly rammed them home again. This time I shouted.

‘YES DADDY. FUCK ME DADDY.’

‘No. Fuck me Dad. Get my cunt ready too Dad.’ John shouted from the other side of the tree. Andy pulled his fingers from me completely and moved round to my brother. I moaned as I felt a warm breeze caress my now hungry boytwat but any noise I made was drowned out by John, ‘OH YES DADDY. HARDER DADDY. Aahhhhhhh.’

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Dad alternated between us. He fucked, stroked, slapped and teased both of our fuck chutes to not only get us ready for what lay ahead but also to make us shout out in lust and sexual tension so as to bring the men who were cruising the forest that afternoon to us. The first one I was aware of came from my left hand side. I had a brief glimpse of a tall black man wearing shorts. Dad was busy pumping his fingers into John. The black man walked up to me and ran a hand over my back. He paused to squeeze and fondle my buttocks before moving to stroke my thighs.

‘I’ll take this one first if that’s okay Andy? He looks ripe and ready.’ He brought his hand back up to my arse and feathered his fingers on my slimy wet pussy making me squirm in anticipation. I was at first too engrossed in what he was doing to me to register that he and Dad knew each other.

‘Boys meet Leon,’ said Dad. ‘Leon works with me and I asked him to meet us here today to help police what happens. I also promised him first dibs at your boycunts as payment.’ I felt Leon blowing on my crack and then his mouth fastened on to me like a ravenous limpet as he ate at my twat like a man starved. ‘That sweet cunt you’re eating belongs to my new boy I was telling you about. The one that likes it hard and deep.’ Leon disengaged for a second to reply.

‘Tastes clean and tender to me Andy. Clean, tender and fresh just like a boypussy should.’ He continued his oral assault on my responsive ring, pulling my ass cheeks as wide apart as he could. My love hole responded and I felt myself relax and open to allow his tongue access. He fucked it in and out, circled it round and at times scrubbed me with his unshaved chin. It wasn’t long before I was begging him to fuck me. I was vaguely aware of John making similar noises to mine and as Leon stood and pressed the end of his thick cock against my pliant rose bud I felt the hands of the first anonymous stranger touch my flexing arms.

If I’d known three nights ago that John describing his fantasy of bondage in the woods would have led to where we were now Id have kicked him hard under the dinner table and told him to be quiet. But then again, given how much I was enjoying the attention I was receiving perhaps I wouldn’t. Dad had taken us for a meal at his favourite Italian Gourmet restaurant in Epping and as an extra special treat he had booked a car to deliver us there and to collect us at the end of the evening and take us home. It meant we could all have a drink without the worry of driving. As the evening progressed the conversation turned to the extracurricular activities I occasionally indulged in at the various cottages and cruising places on my territory. John was obviously very turned on by the stories I was telling not only as a result of the sheer naughtiness of what I got up to and the fact I could get caught but as I discovered from Dad later, because he had not had very much experience sexually with other men and my exploits were showing him a whole new world of possibilities. He got particularly animated and turned on when Dad started asking me about a local wood that was well known in gay cruising circles as somewhere we could play without the police intervening. Shooter’s Wood was miles from any of the well frequented beauty spots and managed woods that families used. It was privately owned and managed by a family whose gay son had been brutally beaten up and almost killed by a gang of ‘queer bashers’ a few years previously after they had enticed him into some woodland adjacent to the park he had been having his lunch in. The family now allowed free access to their part of the forest to gay and bisexual men to use as their own relatively safe playground. The guys who used it also policed it and anyone out to cause any trouble was soon dealt with. Dad told us that the police knew what went on there but because it was private land and miles away from any ‘family wood’ they turned a blind eye as long as everything remained peaceful.

‘You mean there is an actual wood where we can go to shag and not be arrested or beaten up?’ My brother was shocked. ‘That’s incredible. Why didn’t I know about it Dad? It’s only half an hour from home for fucks sake.’

‘I didn’t mention it because I honestly didn’t think you would be interested. And I’ve told you before about swearing.’ He was not impressed by John’s bad language. Dad wasn’t a prude – he just didn’t like swear words to be used in ordinary conversation. In the bedroom when he was impaling us with his fuck spear we could use any amount of foul speech but he soundly disapproved of its use in public. ‘If you don’t pack it in I’ll take you to the place, tie you to a tree and leave you there for all and sundry to do with as they please.’ In retrospect, Dad knew exactly what he was saying as he casually manipulated and led his first son to his desired outcome. John’s eyes lit up at the prospect of being allowed to live out one of his most treasured fantasies.

‘Is that a promise Dad?’ John was teasing and flirting. He looked up at the ceiling and let his imagination run free. ‘I can see it now. Me and Phil bollock naked roped to either side of a tree. Arses stretched wide ready to be plugged by whoever walks by.’

‘Don’t drag me into this little perversion of yours,’ I protested. ‘I’m pretty certain I don’t like the idea of being at the mercy of all and sundry. There’re some weird and dangerous people out there John.’

‘Oh that’s easy to solve.’ He beamed at Andy. ‘Dad can stand guard and keep us safe. Can’t you Dad?’ Talk about turn the tables. Dad was now the one having his bluff called.

‘Yes son I can. It’s what I’m here for.’ He poured himself another glass of the very good red wine we were having with dinner. He looked thoughtful as he savoured the flavour of the excellent shiraz. ‘I suppose if we took precautions it could be a fun afternoon. Of course we’d have to pick a warm dry day. And it might be best if I brought someone else along to help me keep you safe.’

John was having trouble containing his excitement. His voice was quiet and strained with emotion when he next spoke. ‘Could we Dad? Would it really be okay? Who will you bring?’ Then leaning in closely to Dad to ensure he wasn’t overheard, ‘will you fuck me first Dad?’ He reminded me of the way my six year old nephew behaved when he was trying to get his own way with my sister, and the eager smile on his face was working hard to melt any resistance Dad might still have.

And so here we were, exactly as John had imagined. Both of us tied securely to a tree in the middle of the woods. All we wore were our Cat-boots and sports jock straps. Dad had decided that our cocks were out of bounds until we got back home. I was relieved that he had arranged to meet his friend Leon as it meant my brother and I would be safe in what could have become a very uncomfortable situation.

‘Go round the front mate, lets spear him both holes at once. Make the white boy whimper.’ Leon was talking to the stranger exploring my torso with his hands, who quickly moved towards  my head. He turned my face towards him and pushed his thick cock between the lips of my moaning and groaning mouth. I opened my eyes to see what was being fed to me and found myself looking at a blue-black six pack. The guy was the darkest man I had ever seen up close. He was skinny but muscular and his cock and balls were completely shaved. His seven thick inches were soon in total procession of my mouth and throat and acted as the perfect gag as Leon drove his bigger, thicker man-meat balls deep into me without pausing to allow me to adjust to his size. I was held firm by two sets of strong hands as my mouth and arse were used by the two black men. The clean musky smell of the man fucking my face was intoxicating and drove me to new levels of lust. I felt another pair of hands roaming across my back and shoulders and then another groping my semi hard cock through the cotton of my jock-strap.

Leon was stoking my cunt like a true professional and I could feel my natural juices flowing in and out of my wide open pussy as he pounded me. Pre-cum was filling my mouth as the other sexy black guy fucked my face making my jaw ache. The hand on my cock pulled my jock-pouch aside and its owner fell to his knees enclosing my now rock hard dick in his warm wet mouth. His tongue danced around my helmet and his teeth nibbled and pulled at my foreskin. Leon increased the pace and ferocity of his onslaught on my boyhole each deep hard thrust forcing my mouth to allow the cock fucking it to go deeper into my throat. The hands on my back and shoulders moved under me and found my erect nipples which they took between fingers and thumbs and twisted and pulled. I was screaming with passion and a little pain as every part of me that could add to the sexual pleasure I was feeling was used. Arse, cock, balls, mouth, tits. It seemed there wasn’t anything more that could be done to me to heighten the sensations coursing through my body when I suddenly heard grunting coming from all around me and felt myself being covered in what I hoped was hot spunk. It was splattered across my back, shoulders, buttocks and thighs. I could feel the warm juice of many men running over and down me. It was enough to send me over the edge and I poured my own load into the mouth sucking greedily at me. The muscles in my gut clamped and rippled onto the big fuck rod buried deep in me and I swear I felt the scalding seed Leon pumped into me as he coated and filled my grasping love channel. I sucked harder on the steel hard penis raping my mouth and was rewarded with sweet thick man-juice as I felt it grow thicker and harder. I took two, three, four ropes of my assailant’s nectar  in my mouth and swallowed every drop before he pulled out and spat another five or six strings over my face and head.

I was able to stagger forward to put my hands back on the tree and I slowly stood upright. Leon moved with me and stayed buried deep in my gut. The gathering around us dispersed and I was allowed to look round the tree to see how John was getting on. He told me later he had had the time of his life. As Leon had done with me, so Dad had fucked his other son and filled his pussy with his cum. All the while, John’s face had been gang fucked by three men who playfully fought with each other taking turns with his welcoming mouth. His reward had been three loads being shot down his throat and into his face, which when I looked was covered in man juice. It was running down his cheeks, across his lips and hanging off his eyelashes. Meanwhile, Dad had relinquished his procession of John’s gaping hole to a bear of a man who wasn’t taking prisoners as he rutted into my brothers bruised butt. Dad was egging him on, knowing how much his boy enjoyed his sex hard and rough.

‘Fuck that’s hot.’ Leon was breathing heavily over my shoulder as he watched the action in front of us. ‘Making me hard and horny again.’ I felt him push his hardening tool further into me. ‘How about it Phil, fancy another round?’ I could only nod as he pressed me to the tree and fucked me as we stood watching my brother being reduced to a cum covered slut by the hugely powerful man punching his cock into his sloppy wet cunt. John was sobbing with desire and lust. Our eyes met briefly and in them I saw the total wantonness of him. He was in a sexual nirvana he had fanaticised about for a long time. He smiled at me just before a particularly powerful thrust almost lifted him off his feet and propelled his face to the sky as he screamed in what I thought was pain until I saw his cock, free from the constraints of his jock-strap spitting a huge amount of jizz as it flailed about. His orgasm was massive and he obviously triggered the big man pounding him as he too shouted loudly and stiffened as with one last almighty thrust he launched his seed deep in to my brothers guts.

The scene before me had distracted me from the wonderful sensations I was feeling as Leon lovingly fucked my tender boytwat. He withdrew to the edge then pushed back in, The feeling as his long thick pole rubbed over my sensitive prostate soon had my cock leaking and before long I was pushing down as he thrust up. ‘I’m not going to last much longer Phil.’ His thrusts became shallower and harder, faster and more urgent. ‘Oh fuck boy …. Here it comesssssssssssss.’ His arms encircled me and I was held still as he pushed his huge cock as deep into me as was possible all the while pumping his boiling man seed into my aching pussy. As he finished his hand moved down and he grasped my dripping prick. A few swift strokes and I felt my legs give way beneath me as I experienced another huge orgasm. He stood and held me firmly and safely as my balls emptied for the second time, his softening dick slowly slipping from me leaving me feeling empty and hollow. I think I lost all concept of time and place while I got my breathing under control and concentrated on squeezing my widely stretched hole shut to keep the cum Leon had filled me with inside. I came back to reality as I felt the rope at my wrists being loosened and then removed and suddenly found myself in my brothers strong arms.

We held each other up and I could feel John quivering as he slowly recovered from the violent assault the big man now talking to Dad had subjected him to. I wondered if he knew him as their conversation was friendly and relaxed. Leon came over to us and standing between us wrapped a strong arm around each of our waists. He nodded towards Dad and the bear like man.

‘Your Dad really takes care of you two you know.’ He turned us in the opposite direction and walked us slowly away. ‘The big guy is in charge of the car pool at the Nick. He’s got a youngster about your age that he took in off the street. Loves him like his was his own son,’ he chuckled to himself, ‘with the benefits him not really being his son brings. If you see what I mean.’ He stopped walking and stood in front of us. ‘When you said you wanted to play like this in the woods Andy was worried. There’re some dangerous people out there and they’ve come here before now and injured people. So he spoke to me and Pat about it.’ He gestured towards the big man. ‘The three of us sorted this out for you guys so you could have your fun and be safe.’

‘So don’t come down here on your own trying to do this again. Okay?’ Dad had walked over to us. The big bear of a man, Pat, had disappeared. John and I looked at each other and started to laugh. ‘What’s so bloody funny?’

‘Nothing Dad, nothing. It’s just……. I don’t know. What would we do without you? Right Phil?’

‘Right John.’ We walked up to him and hugged him.

‘You too Leon,’ John beckoned Dad’s friend over. ‘You’re pretty amazing too.’

The four of us hugged and kissed then John and I got dressed. Well actually, Dad made us walk through the woods back to the car in just our boots and jocks so that he and Leon could watch our tight well-muscled bums relax and flex as we trudged across the uneven ground.

Thanks to Dad, my brother had lived one of his fantasies and I had been allowed to experience it as well. More importantly we had been protected and safe throughout, right down to two of Dad’s friends from the police having their break in the quiet carpark. The very conspicuous white Escort with its blue light and Police written all over it was the perfect deterrent if anyone with trouble in mind had decided to visit the woods while we were there.

I stopped Andy before we reached the car. ‘Thanks Dad. That was fun.’ I kissed his cheek. ‘I’m really glad I met you.’

‘So am I son. So am I.’