Small Town Paradise

Chapter 5: Mark

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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The country around the town where I am staying is mostly forested hills and I’ve discovered many beautiful areas for driving on the gravel roads that go up into the trees, including through a state forest preserve that has hiking trails. I set out one Monday for a drive thinking I might make a bit of a hike on one of the trails. I found the start of one of them on a map and drove to the place where the trail started, a small parking lot that had room for only about six cars. When I pulled in there were none there. This trail is off the beaten track and it was a Monday afternoon, so it was not unusual for it not to be busy. I got out of the car and sat on a log bench there to retie my boots. It was a beautiful summer day, hot and humid. I felt good.

A truck drove by while I was sitting there, a brand new white Ford F-150 with a crew cab. It passed by, but returned after a few minutes and pulled into a parking space. The driver was a good-looking guy, probably 30 or so, brown hair, clean-shaven, with aviator sunglasses.

I gave him a wave and a smile; he nodded back, but didn’t smile. OK, I thought, he’s just minding his own business. I was feeling a little lazy and not really wanting to hike so I took off my shirt, stretched out on the bench with my legs straddling it and took a brief nap. When I looked up a few minutes later I noticed something about the guy in the truck—he’d taken off his shirt, too. This allowed me a good look at his big, beautiful shoulders and the upper half of his well-muscled arms. If the rest of his body was as nice he was probably ripped.

I laid back down for another doze but was alerted to the sound of his truck door opening and the second door of the crew cab as well. I looked up and got a big surprise—except for ankle-high hiking boots and socks the guy was stark naked! He was placing something in the back seat and had his narrow hips and gorgeous buns pointed right at me. And yes, he was ripped.

He shut the cab door, shut the driver’s door, locked them with his remote, which he tucked into his boot, and walked off toward the trail into the woods. Before he disappeared into the trees he turned and looked right at me, gave me another brief nod, and stepped into the woods. Whoa!, I thought, he’s cruising! I had to follow and find him! This was too hot to miss! I had to decide quickly whether to strip off my shorts. If he was naked, I should be, too. Part of me was cautious about getting lost or meeting some other stranger while naked, but adventure got the better part of me so I stripped down, locked the car, and entered the trail.

The woods were dense and fairly dark but there were strong beams of sunlight breaking through—very beautiful, and perfect for a sexy encounter. My prey must have been walking fairly fast because I didn’t see him on the open trail ahead. Thinking he’d stepped off the trail I stopped to listen. I heard nothing for a few minutes until there came the snap of a stick off to my right. I jerked around just in time to see a brief flash of a naked body through the thick branches of the trees. He was about 150 feet off the trail, moving through the unmarked areas. I stepped off the trail and started to follow, not knowing where or how this was going to end. I stopped to listen after making my way about a hundred feet through the tree branches and fallen trunks. Again, I heard the snap of a branch and caught a glimpse of naked flesh moving up ahead. After snapping a branch myself to let him know I was there, I followed. We played out this slow chase another three times. Every time I thought I had lost him he would let me know where to follow. I was thrilled, and my heart was racing. I had to find this guy.

Soon I could make out a small clearing up ahead, so I worked my way toward it. As I came into the brilliantly sunlit space, there was my guy, leaning against a huge tree with his head on a crossed arm and his back to me with one hand pulling his ass open, ready for the taking. I walked up without saying a word, ran my hands up and down his tautly muscled torso, stroked his beautiful buns with both hands, pulled them apart, knelt down and tongued his hole. He didn’t react to my rimming with words but instead with sharp inhales of breath that were quick at first then slowed down until finally he moaned. He liked what I was doing to him.

After ten minutes of making his hole sopping wet with my spit, he reached down to pull me up and pressed me into his back. My dick, slipping into the gap between his buns responded by getting hard as a log and slippery from my rim job. I slid it up and down, wet-humping him for a minute until he croaked out “Fuck me.” He pulled his cheeks apart and I slipped my dick into his willing hole and rammed it up into him full length, to which he responded with a deep grunt and another “Fuck me. Hard.” So I did. There we were, two naked men in full rut in the middle of the forest, my dick sliding in and out my full length. My guy wanted it bad and would push back to meet my every thrust and sound off another grunt, until after few minutes he let loose with a long string of whispered profanity like:

“Fuck, yeah, fuck me stud, fuck the shit out of me, fuck my man-cunt you fucker stud, fuck me hard with your big fat dick, you fucker stud. More, more, harder, faster, more, you fuckin’ fat dicked fucker, ram your fat dick in me, faster, yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass, you fucker…”

Oh yeah, my dick got real fat as I slammed in and out of him. By this time the sun was full overhead and it was getting hot and we were dripping everywhere with sweat. I pressed my back to his and slid my chest and abs up and down his back every time I pushed into him, breathing hard with every thrust. The heat was intense and so was this fuck session, but it couldn’t last forever. After another five minutes I was on the brink of orgasm so I gasped out “Gotta cum, gotta shoot my dick, gotta cum…” He came back with:

“Yeah, dude, shoot your hot jizz up my hot ass, hot, fuck me, stud, yeah, fuck me! Do it! Do it! Fuck!”

So I did. I let go with a big gush of cream that filled his ass, dripped down my shaft, out the guy’s hole, and onto the forest floor. I collapsed onto his back to catch my breath.

After we’d both calmed down I pulled out gently and fell to my knees and took some time to catch my breath. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and when I looked up I faced a humongous cock, almost as big as ‘Nandos—eight or so inches long, two inches wide, with a downward curve that was perfectly suited for a deep throat.

“Suck. Me.” he said.

So I did. I took his meat down like a champion, opening my throat and practically gargling his head. He moaned and sighed as I serviced his big tool slowly, caressing the full length of the shaft with my lips, then swirling my tongue and mouth around the head, and finally taking it in and out and down my eager throat. Then, in a totally different tone of voice from our loud fucking he said, softly:

“Oh, yes, that’s so nice. Look at my big meat going in and out of my friend’s throat, my hot friend who fucked me so nice. Look how my hot friend is treating me so nice, my friend who fucked me so deep. I’m going to give him a big present. I’m going to fill his mouth with hot cum the way he filled my ass with his hot cum. My hot friend. That’s it, baby. Swallow my cock, stroke my cock with your lips, lick it good, kiss my head, oh yeah, I’m getting close, my balls are so full of hot cum, oh yeah, suck me baby, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, here it comes, take my cum, take my hot cum, take, uh, uh, uh, uh…”

And with that he blasted three long bolts of semen down my throat before pulling out and splashing a fourth all over my face. When we’d caught out breath, he pulled out and I quickly cleaned his cock with my tongue, taking every drop of cum I could. He pulled me up, pulled my face to his and pushed his tongue into my mouth to collect some of what was left over, licked up what was on my face, then sucked my mouth with a long, hot kiss.

When he pulled back he said, “Mark.”

“Alex,” I returned.

“Hot.”

And then he turned and walked away into the woods.

I love nature.