A Walk in the Woods

Open and Affirming

There is a downside to a loose man cunt. You have to pay attention to your need to “go.” I can live with that because of the upsides – how I can take large cocks, ride large dildos, take fists; how sensitive my hole is; how hungry. How my hole and not just my cock does my thinking for me.

I want it to grow more. Sure cocks slip in like they do in a wet female cunt. That is so sweet. To be in a place where you get a man to fuck you and know that it will be no struggle. Of course, there is the issue of cleanliness – so I try to be prepared, but after due warning – it is top’s choice. I just need to have some lube ready, just in case… and that is a good thing.

A for instance… I knew I would be taking a walk in a nearby state park. There were a range of trails, some the road less taken, at least by other-minded me. Men like me, we knew which ones to follow, especially the ones not officially marked on the maps, the ones that dead-ended in private places – in the rocks, behind dense woods. We also know what signs to leave to signal the hikers we wanted to signal. I walked in, took the path I thought would be fun, it was already marked – a hopeful sign.

The woods – today hot, humid, perfect for what I had in mind. Sure, bug spray is required – no mosquitoes or ticks. But we are all used to that. Not too far in, I took of my shirt. All I had on going in was a shirt, shorts (no useless underwear), and I was long over be concerned that there might be wets spot on my on the back of my pants, a towel, and a small bag with extra lube (condoms? Hell no. Only bare now), and my popper gas mask. After about a hundred yards I saw another older guy in a kind of niche. He was nude. Stroking a nice cock. A few extra pounds. But what the hell. We made eye contact. I stepped out of my shorts. We were both nude. He nodded for me to come over. I did. Got down on my knees. Took his erection in my hungry mouth. Fuck it was good. I love that first contact. There is that incredible sense of cock. My lips circled his cock head.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Suck it.”

“Yes.” I did. I worked at it, relaxing to take more of it, testing my ability to take his cock. I paused to take a hit of poppers. I felt the rush of desire, the relaxation. I took his cock head in my lips, I an my tongue along the shaft, I swallowed as much of his cock as I could.

“Fuck. Sweet.”

I did not want to have an empty mouth. I varied speeds and depths. I paused to run my tongue along the sensitive under portion of his cock. I ran my hands around his ass, up his chest, reaching higher to feel his nipples.

“Suck it, pig.”

I did. I gel him lean over to get to my ass. He ran his hands down my back, around my ass cheeks. His arms were long enough for him get his fingers to mu hungry hole. First one, then two.

“Take another hit.”

I did. And he took his cock from my mouth and put the fingers that had been in my ass in my mouth to suck. The wonderful taste of my cunt juices.

“Turn around. On your knees.”

“Yes.”

He knelt behind me. His cock head was on my opening. Then he was in in one move.

“Fuck, you have a loose cunt.”

“Yes. I do.”

He fucked me. In. Out. Shallow. Deep. Slow. Fast. Then piston fucking me.

“Shit. I am going to cum.”

Cum in me.”

“Yes.”

He did. Deep. Right where I wanted him to. In my guts. He pulled out. I pivoted so I could take his cock – wet with cum and ass juices – in my hungry mouth.

“Damn. That is hot.”

It was.

He had to go. He got dressed and left. I waited there – nude, my hole feeling so good. Sitting on the towel. Cum and juices pooling a bit. And waited. And waited – maybe thirty minutes.

Then I heard some one approaching. Now my style was not to stand there partially dressed, may be grabbing my crotch. And not have my cock hanging out. I was not looking for someone to suck my cock. For me… being nude, on my knees, ass out, hole displayed, sometimes with my hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, and showing some of my open cunt, ready. Maybe with some lubed fingers freshly lubing, probably fingering.  Today, I had put on the gas mask. The canister was ready to be primed.

The foot steps stopped.

“Hey.”

“Yes.”

I heard him strip. He knelt behind me. I knew he was stroking his cock. I reached back with my lubed hands to touch it. Nice. Thick enough. Long enough. I loved running a finger around his head.”

“Damn. That is nice.”

I held my ass checks apart. He plunged in. Shit. So good. His hands were on my shoulders. He started off hard, fast, like a piston. Wonderful.

“Hot man. Great hole. Not too tight. I love it. Like more?”

“Yes.”

“More of what?”

He kept pounding my pussy.

“Cock.”

“Cum?”

“Yes… in me.”

He pounded me. I could feel him sweat. I was sweating.

“More?”

“Yes”

“What?”

“Your fist.”

“You will get it.”

He pulled out. My cunt was empty. He game my ass a few smacks. I reached for the lube to prep his hands.

“May I share the poppers?”

“Yes.”

He did. Three deep hits.

“Fuck. I am going to fit that hole.”

In the pause, I charged up the popper mask. Put it one. Deep breathing. Racing heart. I could feel my pussy react. To the poppers. Then to his fist. Not a slow approach. But a rapid pushing in as I pushed back. In. Full.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to punch till you bloom, baby. Then fuck it back in.

He did. Beginning a punching, first with only one hand, then with two taking turns. I was in bliss. The mask was helping me. I was on my knees. Masked. Being fisted. Out of it. I heard another voice.

“For sharing?”

“Yes.”

A pause. Time to re-charge the mask. In the time I had it off, I felt a cock take my hole.

“Shit. Loose. I am going to fist this pig.”

He did. His smaller hand seemed to slide in. My anal rings felt not reason to resist. The didn’t. Then, he must have put his two hands together. He burst in. I felt that, I felt my hole have to stretch. Fuck. That was good. Two fists in my cunt. Outdoors. In heaven. Poppered up. Then they must have started to take turns.

One fist, then another, then two – the smaller ones, then two – larger – fuck my cunt was wrecked, two big fists now simply punching in and out, in and out. I would push back to meet them.

I got to my feet so they could fist me standing.

“Back on your knees. Let’s see if you can bloom right.”

I dropped right away.

More lube. Recharged mask. Mask on. On my knees. A clenched fist at my hole. Punched in. Then drenched with hot piss. Shit. This was more than I had hoped for from a walk in the woods.

Punching, punching, it felt like I was now just a loose hole. I was.

“Push out. Push, push, push. Give birth to that rosebud, pig. Give your proplapse.”

I pushed.

I did. I could feel the rosebud bloom more than it ever had. They had freed my ass to fully bloom out. It did.

“Shit baby. What an incredible rosebud. It must be out six inches baby. Push it. Let me taste it, hold it. Fuck it. Amazing. Out for us to see.”

He tasted it, held it. They took turn putting their cocks in it, in me, but me pushing out my rosebud.

“OK. Relax. Lt it go back in.”

I did. It did.

We fucked for a few minutes more.

“Hey, I am going to see if I can jerk off in your ass.”

He opened me. I felt his open hand go in, then his cock. I could feel him stroking his cock until he exploded. Stretched. My ass on fire with lust. A real cunt. Loose. Giving pleasure to these men. And to me. He pulled his hand out. The palm was full of his load. He gave it to me to eat. Wonderful – hot cum, my juices, the flavor of my gay lust.

“Thank you.

“Thank you.

Then the other man did the same thing. He fed me too. But he wanted to kiss me, to taste my ass and his cum. Hot. Tongues dancing. Mouths open.

“Hey, want to come back to the house for a beer?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

We quickly got dressed. Went to our cars. To his house… and an apartment in Bloomfield. A fuck house.

And did I say the two men were black? More important they were hungry gay pigs. The path less taken. That has made all the difference. I’ve moved in with Bill. The first man. I am becoming his lover. He has plans for my ass. I like them.

The old saw, the rest is another story.