Taming Jonny

Chapter 1

The mountains spread out before me, reaching high into the brisk June sky; the tops of many dabbled with canopies of snow. The granite fingers beckoned the explorer in me to march on. It was a late in the day and Jonny and I made our way through brush and boulders, weaving our way into the virgin tops of an old granite shelf.

We traveled fast as we climbed further into the hills of the local state park. My gaze below me was of dense deciduous trees and large boulders tossed about as if a giant had been playing pool. The sky was pure bright blue, not a cloud visible from all directions.

Birds circled overhead and their deep cawing shattered the shrill air. Small game scattered before us; a rabbit, a bunch of grouse, and a rather grumpy ground hog bounded off into the brush as we pushed further away from the trails of the park.

This was the first time I had been hiking in years. I used to do it with friends in high school, finding it relaxing to go into the hills and get away from society. Reflecting back on the old days brought a smile to my face.

This was the first time I had been with Jonny, having met him only weeks before at our job. One day while on break I mentioned about how I liked to backpack and camping. He seemed to enjoy the pastime as well and soon we were trading stories of our youth out in the backwoods.

We both agreed to head up into the mountains the next time work allowed us some vacation. I didn’t really think much of it, just passing conversation.

Jonny at first seemed rather stand offish but after we had lunch together, our friendship bloomed and he agreed that we needed to get out into the wilds together – get away from the rat race of humanity and see the God’s country of the local state park a few miles from our homes – no phones, no technology, just a couple of guys out having fun.

He seemed very sure of himself, very take-charge sort of guy, which I liked as I seemed to always worry and wonder about situations and coworkers. He planned everything and seemed to know exactly where to go and what to do. I asked him if there was anything I should particularly bring, but he seemed distracted and more interested in just getting out to the park. I concluded that he would bring most of the stuff we needed, but I did rummage about and brought some of my old gear along.

I was surprised to get a call from Jonny so early on a Saturday morning, but after a brief conversation with him demanding I get off my duff and out to the park I could not say no. I got my stuff ready in a hurry and rushed off to the local park entrance almost giddy to get up into the mountains. I stuffed my backpack with my old tent, sleeping bag, mess kit, and sundries I thought we could use.

We parked our cars together at the entrance and hurriedly started our march up into the countryside. It was a perfect morning to be out, not too cold nor too warm. The day had a nice breeze and for June it was warm enough not to wear heavy layers of clothes while we backpacked up into the grey hills.

As we walked, we talked about all sorts of things. We ducked under a large maple and dodged past towering oaks, getting off the trails set up for beginners.

Jonny pointed to a low mountain, a large hill, miles to the west. “That’s where we’re headed. I know a place that I want to show you. Outstandingly beautiful and tranquil, you will absolutely love it.”?

I pushed through some wild raspberry bushes, feeling the prickly vines scratch my jeans, “What do you think of Lisa or Jessica? Pretty hot don’t you think?”

“Lisa is too fat, and Jessica is married. Women are trouble, mostly those at work. If I were you, I would steer far away from them.” Jonny spat.

I nodded sullenly but thought to myself I still wouldn’t turn either one of them down if they asked.

“I like mine lean and fit. Most of the bitches there are too fat. What do you think of Kerry?” Jonny replied.

“The boss? She’s great. Boy! She has a great rack, now there is one fine looking woman.” I grinned, thinking of my boss. I had asked her out once, but she gave me some bullshit excuse of not mixing business with pleasure – I thought it was crap and gave up on her.

“Watch her; she can be two-faced and backstabbing.” Jonny replied as he darted around a large elm. Jonny stopped re-oriented himself in the direction he wanted to go and set off and a hurried pace.

Jonny seemed to be in his late twenties. A gorgeous bronze tan masked his face, with pearly white teeth and bushy thick eyebrows. His green eyes dazzled me from the first time I met his gaze. He was tall, six two or six three, lean and built to climb and hike. I could see him ahead of me blazing a quick and efficient trail.

I turned eighteen only a few months ago. Some of my friends often teased that I looked more like fifteen; some called my scrawny and skinny. I tried to look older with a deep bronze tan from weeks at the solon. I brushed back my tussled brown hair, wiping the sweat from my brow. My round rimmed glasses sunk down my nose and I pushed them back into place as I looked up into the hills we started to climb.

I gazed once again on the scenic majesty. Below me lay the thick dark coniferous forest; green, brown, and spots of white layered across the ground. I had been to the park only a few times, each outing I had stuck to the paths and trails created by the park rangers. The walks and hikes had been exhilarating, pushing my muscles to the limit – Luckily, I worked out often and had a wiry frame.

I hitched my belt, giving it a pull and tightening straps that lay across my shoulders. My backpack full of gear, tent, and provisions weighed down on me, but the exhilaration of the mountain hike drove me onward. I scrambled ahead, catching a glimpse of Jonny’s frame through the many trees.

Jonny was ahead of me by several dozen steps. He forged the path through the broken bramble, chopping the branches and leaves that barred our path with a heavy machete. His strokes were fast and sure, as he cut through the twigs and low-lying branches.

The path was steep and broken, but I tried hard to keep up with him. He was driven as he made his way further away from the beaten path, deeper in the escarpments of the park. Jonny wasn’t the kind of guy who stuck to routes, preferring to do it his way. That was what I liked about him – adventuresome and bold.

I yelled for him to slow down, as I breathed hard to catch my breath but was met with a deep chuckle.

“Don’t make me come back down this trail to haul your sorry sweet ass the rest of the way.”

My shirt was damp with sweat and my gut hurt as I trudged up the makeshift goat trail, rocks skittered beneath my feet as we both climbed higher into the wilds of the mountain park. My feet stepped on a lose rock and I stumbled, a cloud of dust blooming as I struck the ground, rolling back down the side of the hill I bounced off a large tree and crotch of another. My glasses went askew on my face and the world blurred.

“Hold up, man, you’re killing me back here!” I pleaded with Jonny straightening my glasses on my face.

“Okay, okay, just a bit further. It levels off a couple hundred feet more, a nice plateau to camp for the night.”

We scrambled the rest of the way up the path, coming to rest in a gorgeous small valley carved out of the hillside. The ground was smooth and flat, pock marked with tall evergreen. Gurgling out of the side of the hill was a small stream; a pool of water seemed so inviting after the hours long march up into the hills.

I stood looking back down the steep climb that we had made. We were miles from where we started, and I gazed around looking for anyone or anything. Endless tracks of woods stood in all directions, we were simply in God’s country.

“There isn’t anyone for miles, I bet no one has ever been here before.” I marveled as I slid my backpack off and took in deep breaths of fresh mountain air. “Do you mind if I shout out?”

“Go ahead, no one will hear you.”

“Hello!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I listened but heard nothing. The only response was a caw of a bird somewhere off in the distance.

“Anyone up here!!” I tried again. Nothing. The pure silence of the forest permeated the area.

Jonny put an arm around me and pulled me close, “See… No one up here for miles. We’re all by ourselves.”

I laughed at him, looking around at our campsite for the night.

Jonny laid his backpack on the ground. He fumbled with the main satchel, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He twisted the bottle top off and took a big drink. He guzzled a gulp or two, dribbling a bit out of his mouth.

I hesitated for a moment, then took the bottle and drank from it too. I tried to keep up with Jonny, but I gagged on the harsh liquid rushing down my throat. It burned and I involuntarily coughed, spitting out the dark brown liquor.

“Sorry,” I said recovering quickly. I had never gone to the bar with Jonny, just lunch at the local restaurant but he seemed to be hard as a nail and very tough. I looked up to him for that and didn’t want him to think otherwise of me.

“I am going to pitch my tent over here,” Jonny started removing the large nylon bag from his backpack, pulling out telescoping rods and rope. “Pop your tent under those trees and let’s get to work on getting lunch ready.”

I dropped my backpack to the ground and pulled my tent out. It was small, just large enough for me to lay in and was years old. Not the fancy kind that Jonny had, mine required a bit more work to set up.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Jonny working feverishly to erect his tent. He was well practiced with it, knowing exactly how to pitch it. He took the poles out and slipped them through the fabric of the nylon tent, bending them precisely and with diligence. The shelter popped up like a modern-day igloo in mere minutes. My construction of the tent I brought was going to take much more work, since I had only used it once before I was not familiar with how all the poles and ropes went together.

I turned back to the pond and marveled at its pristine beauty.

I took off my shirt and shoes and laid them on the shore and dove into the water. It was cold but refreshing. The pond was not real large, no more than a hundred feet across from sandy beach to the broken rocks nestled against the towering sheer cliff of the mountainside.

I pulled myself out of the water, feeling a bit light headed from the alcohol and the frigid waters of the cold mountain stream. Beads of water danced along my frame and ran down my flat stomach.

I looked back to the camp and saw Jonny digging a hole in the ground and placing rocks around the perimeter. In short order he had made a small fire, and the crackling pop of the dry wood echoed in the deep little valley we had found.

I dried off the best as I could and carried my clothes back to the spitting fire. I laid my clothes next to my backpack and proceeded to pull my jeans on. The air was much cooler under the canopy of trees and I found myself shivering, goose pimpling my skin. I put my shirt on, buttoning it loosely.

“Got any more of that booze?” Drawing up near the fire, I warmed my hands. He passed me the bottle and I bravely took another drink, trying to impress him but utterly failing as I coughed again on the strong drink.

“Take it slow, man. We got all night.”

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

“I hope you won’t,” Jonny eyed me and looked me up and down. “Take another drink, this time sip it several times. Small swallows until you get the hang of it.”

I sipped from the bottle, taking small swigs and letting the fire of the alcohol work its magic slowly.

“Thanks for taking me up here. I really appreciate you taking charge and finding us this beautiful place to camp.”

“Good. You did a great job today keeping up with me. You’re not the biggest guy, a bit lean and small.”

“I wish I knew how I could pay you back for showing me this great campsite.”

“You want to pay me back?”

“Sure… Anything!”

Jonny stood up and walked over to where I sat. He eyed me for a few seconds then barked, “get to your feet.” He said it boldly and with a manner of superiority. His face was twisted into a scowl.

“What? “ I said startled. I wondered if I had made him angry somehow – he seemed mad at me.

“You heard me, and don’t make me tell you again.”

I got to my feet.

He took his fingers and put them through my belt loops. He gingerly tugged on it. I stayed my ground looking mystified.

He pulled harder again, this time I took a step closer to him. His warm breath struck my cheek. His eyes glinted in the setting sun and I could tell he meant business. He stroked my cheek with his open hand and let it run the length of my jaw, down to my neck and to the opening of my shirt.

“When I tell you to do something, I want you to do it!”

I looked into his steely eyes and chortled, a bit uneasy. “Okay, anything you say?”

“Do you still have your V-card?”

“My what?”

“Your virginity card!”

“I am a virgin” I said slowly under my breath. “I … I have never been with anyone before” I stammered.

“I want to pop your man-cherry!”

“You’re going to have to earn that prize, I think.” I said mischievously.

Jonny unhitched his belt and slid his zipper down. I gazed into his crotch, letting my eyes fall onto his large cock. He placed his hands behind my head and pushed my head closer. His cock throbbed and I glanced at how large it was. Long and slightly curved, its head was massive and it had a huge vein that seemed to spasm.

I opened my mouth and let his throbbing cock push in. I gagged, just once, before letting it slide down my throat. It felt good. I pumped my head back and forth, the sensation of his muscle rushing over my tongue. I licked it furiously, feeling every bulge and fold of his muscle. My tongue ravaged his meat.

“You know how to suck cock.” He said as he pushed my head around his thick dick.

I thought for a second, my mind racing. “Anything to please you.” I said with my mouth full of burning meat. I swallowed, my saliva mixed with his tasty pre-cum.

My eyes lingered up to his flat ripped stomach, peering over my fogged glasses. I wanted to lick his belly, tasting the salty sweat that glimmered across his naked flesh. His outie bellybutton beckoned me. My mouth hung open in wanting desperation, my eyes continued up his chest to lock with his piercing gaze down upon me.

“That’s enough for now. I want to cum in you later.” He pulled his dick out, zipping up his pants.

Jonny took off my shirt; button by button. My bronze chest glistened in the last rays of the setting sun. He kissed me harshly on the mouth, working his tongue against mine. I flailed about, but found his strong shoulders to press on. I pulled away and gingerly looked into his soul. He licked my throat and then inched his way down to my tits, nibbling and biting them hard. My nipples were hard and stiff, and his tongue ravaged them with long licks.

My body was electrified and I groaned against his savage assault. His tongue found my belly and he worked his tongue against my bellybutton. I wanted to giggle, but groaned instead. The soft hairs of my stomach stood on end, my skin shivered in the last rays of the sun’s heat.

Jonny proceeded to take off my pants. He slid his hand down inside my crotch working my dick into a hard muscle. He grinned as he saw although I had a deep bronze tan, my crotch and butt was as white as the driven snow. Jonny placed one hand on my rump, wiggling his index finger into my ass cheeks and finally poking it up my sphincter.

He crouched and pulled down my underwear, gazing at my throbbing cock. He fondled my balls. My sack tightened under his caress. He licked my throbbing prick with his tongue. Long agonizing strokes of his tongue slid up my from my balls to the bulbous tip, each one was slower than the next. Without realizing it, I exploded into his wanting mouth. He then sucked my cock, finishing off the last of my cum.

The deep aroma of jizz wafted up into my nostrils. I inhaled deeply luxuriating in the rich earthy smell. It was intoxicating, and I breathed it in deeply.

I want you to take me in the tent.” I said slowly and quietly. My eyes sparkled in the twilight of the day. I pushed my glasses up my nose.

He let me go and I staggered over to the tent and half fell, half clawed my way into the interior. He followed with gleeful abandonment.

Once inside, I lay on my stomach. I could hear Jonny behind me, but couldn’t see what he was doing. I heard his zipper slide down and then felt his warm hands clasped my ass, spreading my snow white cheeks. The tent was dim and I waited for the pleasure that I knew was about to come.

At first his push was gentle, but like a piston his large cock thumped against my backside. His hands worked my ass cheeks, massaging them. I wailed inside the tent, my screams of pleasure echoing in the silence of the woods. I cawed like a bird, repeatedly and staggered, the bubbling sound punctuated with the slap of his meat into my sweet tender ass.

“God, you are hot….” Jonny breathed raggedly as he worked his muscle into me. “I am going to fuck your brains out.”

I groaned under his thrashing, feeling the cock deep inside me. He humped my fleshy round rump, pushing hard on my back.

“Harder! Harder!” I screamed in the dusk of the dying day. The tent shook as he spent all his virility into me. I squirmed in pure delight, feeling my gut tighten and my ass pucker.

He plunged his throbbing prick deeper inside me. Each push forced me to the ground. I got up on my hands again, my face pressed hard against the nylon wall of the tent. He pushed again and I fell face first into the bundled sleeping bag. My glasses flew across the tent and the world turned blurry in the wild onslaught.

“ugh! Do it. Do it again,” I panted. I was in ecstasy feeling his thick muscle pressing against me. “fuck me!”

His cock plunged again into my tight ass, and I felt it go deeper and deeper with each push. The bulbous end of his penis pleasured me as it rubbed against my backside.

I clawed at the ground, my knuckles turning white as he bore down on me. Each thrust was pleasure. My hands flailed to grab my glasses, but they were out of my reach.

I rolled onto my back, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing my legs to further, force him closer. I reached up with my arms wrapping around his neck and pressing closer to him.

“Fuck me!” I whispered in his ear.

“Oh! I am going to do more than that.” He replied as he pushed his dick undermine and thrust back into my ass. I squirmed under his weight, feeling his thick cock undulating up my ass crack, to my hole.

He pushed once soft and gentle, feeling his cock slide up my ass. Then hard and sure the second time, he rammed his prick into my ass.

He pumped me hard for several minutes, until I felt the cum spew into my ass. I squirmed under the delight of his warm jizz in my rump.

He pulled out of me, and I turned around to look at his throbbing cock. I gulped his cock into my mouth, licking feverishly for every drop of cum.

“Can I do you?” I mustered as bravely as I could.

“No! I want to watch you jack off.” He said sternly.

“Why? I pleaded with him.

“You must earn the right to fuck me. Right now you are my play thing. I make and demand the rules be played my way!”

I rolled to my knees and looked into his eyes, “Anything. Anything, to please you.” I said wantonly

“Get on your feet and spread your legs….” I felt his hands on my butt, then my legs. “You got a nice ass on you. Did I say to stop stroking your prick?” He said quickly.

I stroked my cock.

I rolled my eyes into the back of my head in pure pleasure, feeling my hands grab and throttle my stiffening cock. Each stroke was pleasure untold.

He jerked on my dick, each stroke was a yank of pure delight. I masturbated in front of Jonny feeling his eyes ravage me.

I took my fingers and gathered the cum, letting the ooze roll over my fingers and drip down on my flat tummy. I licked my fingers clean, looking into his green eyes with fierce determination.

Chapter 2

It must have been past midnight by the time we stopped making love. We lay close to each other, slowly touching and kissing; my trembling fingers played across his ripped six-pack abdomen, feeling each muscle. He played his hands across my arm, letting my peach fuzz hairs stand on end in utter excitement.

“I got something special for you. I picked it up the night after our first date.”

“Date? What do you mean?”

“You remember the lunch we had together. Didn’t you feel it at that moment – the need to get to know each a lot better?”

“I guess so.”

He pulled it from his backpack, the largest black dildo one could imagine. It was long, twenty inches or more, ribbed and knotted on one end. It must have been four inches around, glossy and supple. I stroked it, my eyes gawking at the size of the thing.

“I love it!” I whispered.

Jonny picked it up and let it dangle in his hands. He caressed the long undulating form starring hotly into my eyes. He produced a small bottle of jelly and squirted a dab on the bulbous end; taking great care he rubbed the liquid over the head of the beast. The black sex toy shimmered in the long shadows of the tent.

I got up on my elbows, peering down at the long instrument of pleasure. “I want it all. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I mewed as I inched closer and closer to Jonny.

I raised to my knees; climbing over top of Jonny and feeling his hands go to my waist, then down to my ass. He took the dildo and pushed it soft and gently at first, feeling the first rib of the dildo pierces me.

Each push brought a new sense of pleasure as the pleated ribs of the massive black dildo inched further up my ass. With each push, I screamed feeling the rubber toy bite into my sphincter: one, two, three…each rib on the plastic toy sent spirals of ecstasy through my brain – lightning bolts of pure pleasure coursed through my damp and plastered skin.

I cooed as he ravaged me with the new rubber toy. He slid it in and out of my tight asshole, and I felt every rib of the toy sending me new jolts of pleasure with each thrust.

“fuck me more!” I wailed against the side of the tent. I clawed the plastic tent, my knuckles turning white as I groped hard at the unrelenting thrusts.

He pulled the large rubber toy from my ass, I could feel each rib as it passed over my sphincter. Each one made me squeal, but I didn’t mind as I wanted to please him with every drop of sweat that rolled down my face.

I rolled over and saw him stroking the large toy in his hands. He added drops of lubricant to it and it reflected in the dull light of the tent.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you some more!” he said quietly.

I pleaded with Jonny, getting on my knees and deploring him, “Will you do me? Please. I will do anything….”

“Whisper to me, your deepest desires…”

“I want you to suck my cock….slowly and gently licking my tip. Lick it like a popsicle until I cum in your mouth.” I whispered back.

Jonny took my dick in his hands, slowly pumping and massaging it until it was flush and large. It throbbed with excitement, and he bent down to lick it. Slowly bringing it into his mouth, his tongue working around my tip.

I bent over backwards, my legs cradled under my buttocks. My hands reached up cupping the back of Jonny’s head. I craned my head forward, looking down on his pumping head over my thick dick. I groaned under the assault of his tongue on my hot and seething prick. I tried to hold it back, but a minute into his sucking I exploded into his mouth, my hot cum trickling out of the corners of his pursed lips.

“Eat it….Oh God, eat my cum!” I managed to say over my clenched teeth.

I lay exhausted on my back, breathing hard in the quiet tent. I could hear Jonny in the tent spreading out blankets and moving backpacks around.

“Come over here, I want to take you again. Here and now while my dick is still throbbing.

I crawled over to his open blankets. I lay on my back, breathing hard waiting in the darkness to see what new pleasures and excitement he would give me. I felt his warm hands slide down my chest and stomach, running his fingers along my bellybutton. Like pins, his nails ran down my open thighs to my ankles. Grabbing them he pushed my legs apart. I willing let him do it, knowing full well that he was going to give it to me hard.

He moved onto me, his pelvis thumping up against my crotch. At first his dick couldn’t find my asshole, but he squirmed and wiggled his dick around until he found the spot!

My pants of pleasure turned to grunts as he thrusted his cock into me, over and over again. His hands fell on my shoulders, pushing me into the open sleeping bag. I groaned, feeling his meat, hard and stiff, push into me. I moaned under the weight of his great physique.

“Ugh! … Ugh!” I grunted wanting him to take me further into the zone of pleasure.

“I am going to fuck you raw,” Jonny said in the darkness. His hands worked down my chest and he rubbed my tits until they were hard and erect.

His open mouth found my chest and he tasted me, from my neck down to my navel. His wanting tongue licked feverishly over my breasts. Every time I try to object, I was met with a furious kiss.

“Oh God, stop for a minute….please.” I tried to get up on my elbows, but he knocked me to my back. He lifted my spread legs into the air and drove his large thick cock into my ass again, thrusting harder than ever. His panting became a seething groan.

Jonny pulled me up to a sitting position; he pressed me close as he turned me around and came at me from my rear. His hands slid down to my waist, cupping my penis in both hands, he began to throttle it. Working my prick hard and hot, he pumped me like a slut. My head lulled back on his shoulders and we kissed without abandonment.

I cummed into his warm hands and I felt him smear the liquid onto my flat tummy and belly. He wiggled his index finger into my bellybutton, my cum lubricating the hole.

“Tonight, back in my place I have a lot of other toys to show you. You will love the attention I will pour into you.”

“I can’t wait until you pleasure me in a real bed,” I said into his ear.

We spoke nothing more of our encounter for the rest of the night. Jonny washed up down by the pond and then went to bed, without saying a word. I sat in his tent for a while, waiting for Jonny to come back and perhaps talk with me about the night we had together, but after a while I got up dressed in the dark. I went back to my tent, finding it through the flickering of the dying campfire.

I lay in my sleeping bag thinking of the evenings repast. I smiled at the thought of pleasuring Jonny and the faces he made while taking me in his tent. I couldn’t wait until the morning, perhaps he would have me again in the daylight? Perhaps we could make out down by the pond and relish in each other’s bodies?

In the morning though I found Jonny withdrawn and quiet. He didn’t say much, but broke down the camp and stowed away his gear and tent. I tried to talk to him several times, broaching the subject of the night before but he simply smiled and made small talk.

“Let’s get down off this God damn mountain,” he said at last.

“Okay, I am ready I guess.” I replied, looking over the camp I made sure I had all my gear; tent, backpack, and sleeping bag.

We made good time down the mountain, with Jonny taking the lead I could barely keep up with him. He was in such good physical shape, he lept and bounded down the rocky escarpment. I tried to keep up, but as the day wore on I kept lagging behind. My bones and muscles burned under the pace he set.

Chapter 3

Jonny’s apartment was a small one-bedroom place. A set of stairs led to it from a row of similar structure’s dotted in a quaint rustic village atmosphere. I climbed the stairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. I was eager to see what it looked like inside.

Johnny let me in through a brown painted door, with numerous scuff and scratch marks. It had seen its years of many tenants.

Inside was a warm, if not cozy living room. To its right was a dining table and kitchenette. To the left was a large glass door that led out into a screened in three season’s porch, complete with a four person hot tub and what appeared to be a wooden sauna.

To the rear of the living room was a short hallway, leading to his bedroom and off to the left a larger than expected bathroom. I glanced in quickly and saw that it had a walk in shower, with the bathroom tiled from ceiling to the floor.

“Leave your backpack at the door,” Jonny said.

I returned to the front door and dropped my pack, tucking it in the corner.

I looked around approvingly. “Nice place!”

“Not much to see, really, just a place to kick back and relax. It’s really secluded, which I like – no one can see into my porch and the walls are thick. I only hear the upstair’s couple if they are moving furniture or something. I bet I could yell, and my next-door neighbors would never hear me,” He told me wryly.

“Here is the living room, over there is the kitchen, and back there is my bedroom and bathroom.” Jonny pointed around the room as he went back into his apartment and closed the door into his bedroom.

From beyond the door I could hear him opening and closing some drawers. “Make you self-comfortable.” He said from inside his bedroom.

Jonny came out of the wearing a different set of clothes, fresh shirt with jeans. He plopped himself in the chair and turned on the TV. He was still a big grimy from the days of backpacking, but I didn’t want to say anything.

I sat on the couch, still looking around his apartment.

The décor was in rough wood and outdoors theme.

“You want me to fix a pot of coffee? Or would you prefer a beer or something.”

“A pot of black coffee would be great. Hey, do you mind if I use the bathroom? I would like to clean up a bit.”

“Sure go ahead. Take a change of clothes if you got em.”

“Shit, I don’t have anything with me. Should have brought something in the car but wasn’t thinking about it.”

I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and was stunned at how dirty I was. Two days on a wilderness trek sure layered on the soot and dirt. My hair was matted, and my face was grimy with sweat and dirt. I could only imagine what a mess I must appear to Jonny.

I took a long hot shower, shampooing my hair twice and letting the hot jets pulverize my body. The dirt and sweat from two days in the wilds peeled away under the scalding hot jets of the shower. I found a razor in the shower and quickly shaved myself clean—arms, legs, chest, and of course groin.

I toweled dry and regrettably put my dirty clothes back on.

Jonny was in the kitchen fixing a pot of coffee. I sat back down on the couch feeling refresh and waited for the coffee.

It was dark and rich, with just a hint of blueberry. The aroma was incredible.

“Man, that coffee is giving me a major buzz.”

“My special blend…I have to order it off the web.”

I finished off two mugs of the coffee, considering a third but decided against it.

“Do you mind if I check out your hot tub and sauna?” I asked Jonny.

“Sure! Go ahead. It’s really nice.”

The hot tub had jets all around its base and several at the bottom, the foam frothed along the rim of it and the air was rank with chemical smell.

I popped open the tubular sauna, briefly looking inside. It was like a large barrel on its side, the roof was round and the floor as well. It was tight but could probably fit two people if they got to know each other well. It was off, but a small black stove in the back looked easily enough to control – a big switch was all that it needed to be flipped for it to turn toasty warm inside. A large pail of water sat along a wooden bench in the back.

“Going to use the restroom for a minute, the coffee really worked through me.”

Coming out of the bathroom, I gazed into his bedroom. Again, it was small and bare. His bed was a queen size with spindled headboard. His closet lay open with clothes packed inside. Posters of sports team plastered the walls and shelves studded the walls with trophies of baseball, football, and soccer sat. Behind the headboard was a large mirror that made the bedroom look larger than it was.

I snuck a peek of myself in the large mirror; my tanned skinny arms and face glinted in the dull light of the apartment. I ran my hands through my damp hair, I quickly flipped my bangs styling it the best I could.

“You play a lot of sports?”

“Mostly in high school. A few others, but I haven’t been active in a couple of years.”

“I was mostly a bookworm. Hung out in the library and the school’s tech center.”

“That’s cool. No shame in that. We need scrawny kids as much as the jocks! Some prefer them anyway.” He winked at me as he slid past me into the bedroom. He brushed up alongside of me and gently pushed me aside.

Jonny straightened several of the trophies on his shelf. He picked one up, looking at it for a while before putting it back on the shelf. “So many great memories. I was so buff back then.”

I laughed, “you are still a hulk, man. Look at me.” I lifted my shirt showing off a flat but chubby belly.

“Come sit at the edge of the bed and put your boots on.”

I plopped my boots on the floor and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling up my socks. I picked up one of my boots and snuggly put it on my left foot. I began lacing up the boot, when he stopped me.

“Let me help you,” Jonny said softly. Instead of putting the boot on, he unlaced it and pulled it off. He looked at quizzically for a second then tossed it in the corner of the bedroom. He picked up my other boot doing the same.

He patted the bed with his hand, suggesting me to crawl into it. This was a place of pleasure, a place where one went to make love. I felt his hands along my back, down my backside, and across my legs. He pushed me towards the wall.

I wondered if he was getting into the mood again. Jonny hadn’t said a word to me about what took place in the tent last night, but now he seemed very eager to get me into his bed. I could only imagine what he was going to do to me. I looked around expected to find whips, chains, and handcuffs. His bedroom looked like any single guy’s room and I was a bit let down. Perhaps he just wanted to talk….

I clamored along his mattress, going on my hands and knees to the bed railings. My lanky small body draped across the bed posts, I waited for what was to come next.

Jonny pulled a large wooden box from underneath his bed. The box was strapped with iron bindings.

He pulled four supple leather bands from the chest and a rubber ball with elastic ties.

Jonny took each leather band and tied my left hand to the bed post, then the right. He spread my legs and tied me likewise. The rubber ball was unceremoniously shoved in my mouth, the elastic bands over my head to secure it tightly.

I lay tied to his bed, nearly naked.

He pulled down my pants to my knees. Next, my boxer shorts. Then he undid my buttons on my shirt. Although my face was to the wall, I could tell he was sizing me up.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I grasped the poles tightly with my fingers.

He spit on my ass cheeks. I could feel the wetness slide down my hot skin. He slapped my butt with his open hand, and then spit again.

I looked up into the mirror over his bed and could see my porcelain white ass reflected in the mirror. He placed his fingers down by my hole and spit once more, this time finding its mark.

He penetrated me with his index finger, not once, not twice, but three times! It felt so good, and I cooed against the railings. I involuntarily drooled as he worked his fingers into my sphincter.

‘Oh, Jonny take me again. Do me like you did last night.’ I thought to myself. My fingers were white-knuckled on the bed posts and my arms and legs felt like they were made of lead. I lulled my head back, my mouth biting down on the rubber ball, my eyes rolled back into my head.

I looked bleary eyed into the mirror again and saw his waist saddle up next to me. His cock must have been ten inches long, and it throbbed. He pulled my ass cheeks apart with firm hands and thrust with his long cock into my snowy-white rump. The feeling was incredible and I thrashed against the bedposts.

“Umph!” I bit my lower lip feeling his cock drive deep into me.

I flinched as he thrusted again and again. Each push was ecstasy! He flailed behind me, like piston on overdrive. His strong hands grasped my waist and he held me firm as his pelvis pushed against my butt. His long cock felt larger than life, and he used it to its full length as he penetrated me over and over.

“Umph!” I groaned again. His cock thrust deeper into me again. My hands flailed on the railings and I lulled my head over the bed’s headboard.

I cooed against the ball stuck in my mouth, feeling his big dick thrust up my butt. I wiggled my ass, trying like hell to push his dick deeper inside of me.

“Umph! Umph!! Umph!!” Each thrust drove home, and each time my body was electrified with magical ecstasy.

Jonny pulled me down, my head falling into a large pillow. My hands groped the edge of the bed and the linens that now crumbled beneath me. I wanted to roll on to my back and have him take me from the front as he did in the tent a mere night ago, but the leather bindings stopped me. I tugged at the leather twine, pulling hard but getting nowhere.

“I want to cum on your tan backside,” he said with growing ferocity.

“Umph!” I groaned feeling him thrash inside me. His dick was strong and he played inside me like a child in a sandbox. He churned this way and that, pushing and grinding, rubbing me raw.

Jonny broke me in his bed, like a wild stallion being rode for the first time I bucked and thrashed but he wouldn’t get off me. He pushed hard over and over, each time my thrashing became more subdued and less chaotic until I lay exhausted in his bed, sweaty and limp.

I begged him to free me of the leather ties so he could pleasure me from the front. I was too tired to do anything but lay there. I could hear the throbbing warbling of his dick into my tight hole.

He undid the leather belts that secured my wrists and feet to the bedposts, and I slowly rolled onto my back. I slipped my hands behind my head, looking into his eyes as he drove his cock hard between my legs. I craned my neck so I could look down my length of my body. I was amazed at the steely frame that towered over me, is stomach was ribbed and flat coated with tacky and glistening sweat. His legs were long and sinewy.

“I love it when you jump my bones!” I said. “Like last night, you took me over and over. Doing whatever you wanted to me….I took it and took it hard.” I found my glasses under the pillow and put them back on, the world came into clear focus and Jonny seemed even hotter than before.

“You are so hot! Tight and small, you make me cum just looking at you. I could barely control myself this morning. I so wanted to take you at the pond. Fuck your brains out again and have you.” He leaned in closer, smacking his crotch against my ass.

“Why didn’t you. I was ready and waiting all day. I even thought of you taking me going down the path to the cars. I would have let you have me there, right on the path.”

He exploded spewing his hot cum onto my stomach and chest. The feeling was warm and comforting. “I wanted it to be special. I wanted you to want me like the first time in the tent, but once I got back to the house I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to have you!”

We lay stuck together for minutes, enjoying the ebbing feeling of rampant sex.

Then he quickly stood up, pulling his pants back on he stared at me with wild eyes.

“I’m starving!” Johnny said as he sat up. He picked up his Smartphone and ordered some pizza delivered. “What do you like on it?”

“I love meat: Pepperoni, sausage, and bacon!” I said licking my lips in anticipation of some food.

“I thought you would say that. You sure do love the meat, I can attest to that! It’s going to be 30 minutes or so before the pizza gets here. Do you want to take a fast sauna – it really relaxes you.”

“Yeah, that would be great. My muscles are all cramped up.”

I laid my clothes outside of the sauna and stepped into the wooden room. I wrapped a huge towel around my waist and settled into the back of the sauna.

I threw the big black switch and waited. Slowly the room became increasingly cloyingly hot. I found the bucket of cold water and splashed it on the black metal stove – with a gush of steam the water vaporized, and the room became stifling with the penetrating steam of the sauna.

Sweat ran down my face, arms, and chest. I loved the searing heat and the unrelenting condensation of the sauna. I took a cup of water and doused myself, cooling my body for an instant before the sauna baked my body again.

I clawed at the rough wood, pressing hard to flex my sore and tired muscles. I found a bottle of baby oil in the corner and doused myself in two long squeezes – I lathered myself from head to toe in the oil.

I removed the towel and let it slide to the floor, while I luxuriated in the feeling of the oil running down my chest to my stomach and finally to my crotch. I played with my dick, feeling it come to life. I fantasized about Jonny, and my prick throbbed with excitement.

He stepped into the sauna, naked and uninhibited.

My eyes glared at his perfect body, then looked at my skinny self and felt inhibited. His body was all muscles, tanned and slick with sweat.

“If I hadn’t said this yet, God you are hot. What do you see in me? Your body is perfect.” I mewed.

“I like you for who you are. I think your hot looking. I love how lean and small you are, and in bed you are a great lover.” He winked at me, sitting down next to me on the small wooden bench.

It was steamy in the sauna, and rivulets of water ran down my naked body. I ran my hands over my chest and legs. Looking down at my crotch, I noticed my cock beginning to throb, to engorge itself with blood. I put my hands over my growing dick, trying to hide it from Jonny.

Jonny smiled and he placed his hands down by mine, slowly peeling back my fingers one by one until my prick jumped out and wiggled in the searing heat.

He put his hands on my balls and dick, stroking them. My back curved and I groaned feeling the rush of euphoria cascade through my hot brain once again.

Jonny peered into my eyes, “The pizza will be here soon enough. Let’s get out and get presentable.

I put my clothes back on feeling refreshed and great, just in time for the pizza to arrive.

Chapter 4

“What do I owe you, for the pizza?” I asked Jonny as I tied my boots. I was sitting on a small bench next to the sauna.

“We can settle it up later.”

Jonny paid the delivery driver and took the large pizza box and set it on the kitchenette table.

I gorged myself on the pizza, eating four large slices in a matter of minutes. I had forgotten how hungry I was.

“Want a beer to chase that down with?” Jonny said as he went into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of brew.

“Thanks,” I said. The cold beer stirred my stomach and quickly got me a little tipsy. I peered across the room to where Jonny ate his pizza on the couch and I licked my lips. I stood up on shaky legs, tucking in my shirt and pressing down my jeans. I walked over to him, looking down as he devoured his food.

“So, you like the pizza.” I stammered trying to sound assertive and bold.

“Yeah, this pizza is great….” Jonny replied looking coy.

I pushed his hands away from the pizza, locking his left hand into mine I swung both of our arms up and pulled him to his feet. I smiled gleefully in his direction, swinging my head towards his bedroom.

“I got something to show you,” I said playfully.

“Yeah?” Jonny mumbled with a twisted smile on his face. He plopped the half eaten pizza down on the cardboard box and allowed me to lead him towards his bedroom.

I led him gleefully to his bedroom, pushing him onto his bed; I closed the door behind me. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down around my knees. I demanded he get up on the bed and wait for me.

“I want you to mount me and fuck me from the front.”

“Okay, anything you say” Jonny said sheepishly.

“I have wanted to hear that for the last two days,” and I wanted to pleasure him even more. He straddled me, placing his hands on my shoulders he slowly eased down on my crotch. I held my dick up until his ass cheeks engulfed it. He slowly bobbed on my cock, each stroke was euphoric.

Jonny moaned as I fucked him in the ass, my hands slowly lifting him up and then letting him slide back down on my crotch. He rode me for several minutes, each thrust he let out a euphoric moan.

Rivulets of sweat ran down my body as I thrusted into him. “God this feels great! You turn me on.”

“Don’t stop,” Jonny groaned.

‘I finally had tamed Jonny.’ I thought to myself.

The End