Attack of The Trunks

I was running along a marsh about a mile from home. This marsh is called Sykes Marsh as apparently back in the 1800’s an elderly minor lost his way back home from the Tidwell coal mine, located west of the marsh, and eventually he was taken into the sloppy marsh muck. He was never heard from again.

However, I learned something rare about old mr Sykes after class one evening when I was down on my knees, sucking off my history teacher, mr. Swan. Mr. Swan was called that because his cock looked like the head of a baby swan and when he jammed me with it hard and proper it felt strangely velvety, like a swans feather.

Anyway back to the story. So there I was sucking and mr. Swan tells me amongst all the “ooo yer!” And “wow! Keep sucking and make me cum boy!” That old mr. Sykes was actually a dirty old man, who took boys and sometimes girls down to a little woodland not far from the marsh and would have his wicked way with them. Not unlike what mr.Swan was now doing to me.

Then Mr.Swan says that one of the fathers saw what Mr.Sykes was doing and he took that perv out into the marsh and…

I couldn’t hear the last bit as Mr. Swan was shouting with pleasure at the fact that he had just came all over my face and back and even had some left over to grab me and smear the rest over my ass cheeks.

I asked him what happened to Mr. Sykes but poor Mr. Swan was out of breath and told me to come back tomorrow night and he would tell me as he would be pounding me away on each of the students desks.

I agreed. But what happened between then and now made me find out what happened to Mr. Sykes for my self.

As I left the school I made my way towards my friend, Teddies, house for a night of cum filled delight.

To get to his house I needed to cross Sykes Marsh. In the day the marsh looks inviting but at night it turns creepy and unsafe. I like that.

Before getting to the marsh I enter the small wooded area, more a thicket than anything. The exact one in which Sykes had his way with those kids and were the unhappy father all those years ago had supposedly done away with the old codger in revenge.

The wooded thicket was quite pleasant in the moonlight. Creepy thoughts attacked my mind about what sort of things Sykes had done.  

My mind raced. Images of an old pervy man’s face came into view. He was smiling in a crazed mood. He was also naked and his tool between his rickety bone legs was actually a sight to behold. I longed for that cock to be pummelling my boy ass. No. I must resist. I have got to get to Teds place. He will have me face down giving me it good in no time at all. But that face. That old perv face. Why did I imagine Sykes?

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I had not realised that I had walked straight into the muck that was on the edge of the marsh. My new converse had caked muck all over them. Brilliant I don’t think.

Upon looking up I saw the marsh in full view. It was a very daunting place. Some big old looking willow trees were dotted here and over there. Smooth rocks came out from the muck and to my surprise a rusty pick axe lay some ten feet away, against an oak tree trunk that was cut in half from presumably a lighting strike.

Suddenly I looked up and wish I didn’t as what I saw made me, for the first time out in the marsh, shiver.

Attached by a hangman’s noose around the only remaining branch of the tree was a gruesomely distorted skeleton. It’s skin was unusually intact here and there. Upon its head   it wore a rusted minors helmet. This to my knowledge must have once been the perv minor, Sykes. Hence why this is Sykes Marsh.

I started to step back in horror at this thing until I tripped and fell over a root I swear was not there a minute ago and into the horrid marsh muck. Terrific! Good job there.

The feeling was as you would expect. Slime slipped everywhere. In my ears, up my nose, across my face, temporarily blinding me, down my throat, in my hair, straight down my top, into my pants, into my boxers, slushing around my cock and balls and even in the crevice of my boy hole. Oh god! It was now sliding down my legs and dripping back onto my shoes. Damn it!

I tried to get back up but the muck was so slimy as the marsh is connected to the sea and contains seaweed, that I slipped and fell back down again. Useless! Utterly ridiculous!

I could see Teds house glowing on the hillside. It was a lighthouse so it wasn’t hard to spot. Still lying there in that muck I thought of what Ted was doing now. Was he calling out to me or was he spending the night, butt naked and wanking himself off looking out the window across the marsh? Maybe. Wouldn’t put it past him.

I lay there for about what must have been half an hour. I was looking up at the sky. How beautiful it was. All those stars far away looking like little cum splashes. Delightful.

An hour had past and I tried one last time to pull myself up. I made it up and carefully made baby steps across the muck. It was like ice. Every time I took one step my foot would slide away from me. Sometimes I did the splits, other times a fell but at least I was now halfway through, getting closer to those willow trees. At least they would give me support. How much support I was about to find out.

Just as I touched and clung to a nearby willow tree I heard a sound coming from behind me. It sounded like bones snapping. I glanced back. Nothing. I saw a smooth rock, large enough to lie down on, lying flat on the surface of muck. I decided to get there as fast as I could. Slowly, I made my way over and found that it was not just a smooth rock but a large gravestone. Oh Jesus! Great!

I read the inscription upon it. It was plain as day to read as it hadn’t aged much.

“Here is remembered Herbert Jumble. He rests with them.”

I continued.

“Died 1809”

Wow I thought. That old? Must be as old as these trees. Even older than the marsh.

I heard it before I saw it. A long tree root had grabbed my ankle. Another one grabbed my other ankle.

Before I could comprehend what was happening two more roots came at me from nearby willow trees. They snaked over my arms and then I was stretched over the stone, face down.

What was going on? How can this be?

Then I felt branches under my clothes. They swirled around my pants and grabbed my top from within and with a strong pull they ripped the clothes completely off me, leaving me a pitifully naked, spread out, face down scared boy.

What can I do?

To my horror my cock turns traitor and I feel it grow. It is pressed between the smooth stone and me, dropping a little bit of cum.

I am ashamed but frightened now as I hear something else approach. It’s the same sound I recognised as old bones snapping. I tried to look back but could only see ahead as the roots kept my naked body stretched down. I was their captive.

Suddenly a light shone above my body and I felt bony hands caressing my back, stroking my beetle like hair and then going round to my nipples. I was in hell and in heaven at the same time.

The hands clicked their fingers and the roots lifted me up into a doggystyle position. Arms stretched out and legs spread wide.

The bony hands reached under and wrapped round my cock. They began wanking me off. Oh god no….yes…..no…..yes……yes!

I was liking this treatment. Then the other hand cupped my balls and palmed them. The one wanking me stuck a bony thumb on the exposed head.

Oh gawd. Yes do that. Do that whoever you are I shouted.

Suddenly both hands were planted firmly on my naked buttocks.

A bony finger dug as smoothly into my crevice and circled around.

Yes…..yes…….YES! STICK ME WITH THOSE BONY HANDS MISTER! MAKE ME SCREAM IN ORGASMIC EXSTERSY!

Then the finger was out and replaced by what I knew to be this strangers cock. Wait a minute. No it felt like one of the tree roots. It was a tree root. Oh my goodness I’m about to be fucked by a tree!

The root swirled my hole and gave me a rimming I was loving.

Without warning it jammed me right up the bum. It extended and prized me open like a train tunnel.

Oh yes! Do me you fuck tree! Give me the pleasure I need.

I was totally lost to this tree.

It pummelled me non stop. Sheer orgasmic feelings were alight in me.

My cock was leaking all the time.

Then I saw him.

It was old Mr. Sykes, skeletal and almost fleshless, come down from his noose to get a good look at his next prize being subjected against his will.

I noticed he could not have been able to fuck me as he had no cock or balls. Poor sod!

He leered lustfully at me with a twinkle in the only eye he had left.

For some reason he was leaning back against a tree, eyes then shut and with a pleasured face on him as if somehow he was connected to the tree.

The tree! That’s it.

Now he is dead he presumably has the power to use nature to provide his perv pleasure for him. He is connected to possibly all of the area of the marsh that he was killed on by the revengeful father.

It was all clear now.

The root kept up its relentless pounding at my entrance and my cock was spurting load after load.

Was it just me or the more I looked at Mr.Sykes the more his body developed back into flesh again?

No surely not. If so how?

Then it struck me. He is going to let this root fuck me and make me cum so that he will somehow claim my boy cum and become human again. But how?

Then I saw it. The stone had some extra writing on it.

“Here also lies Terry Sykes, a devil if there ever was one.”

This means then….

“It means boy that as your balls are drained of their essence and drip onto my grave I become stronger and go back to my original state.”

I could not believe it even as the root made my eyes pop with my orgasmic climax for the umpteenth time. He is going to drain me like he did with the kids and maybe even the revengeful father. Oh Jesus! Help me! Someone! Anyone! Teddy!

TEDDY!

“Teddy can’t hear you.”

With that Sykes smacked my arse and wiggled a now fully engorged 8” cock at my ass crack.

“I will return now!”

With that Sykes slid his long, protruding, slimy willy into my open crevice.

I screamed.

Oh god noooooo!

My eyes dimmed and I was out like a light.

Teddy had been reading a book about the marsh, waiting for his friend to arrive. He noted that the marsh used to be an old western desert, filled with minors and lots of tiny structures. That was until the flood came from a nearby damn and swamped the land and caused many deaths. Apparently there were two brothers who argued about this and that. Herbert was a good man, kept himself to himself and did hard work for nothing. Terrence on the other hand went to devil worship in the woods at night and in the day he would mine away for gold that he kept to himself. One day Herbert spotted his brother doing something out in the desert. Terrence was naked and was ravaging some folks that were naked also and strapped to stones, not unlike Teds friend was before.

Herbert confronted Terrence and the two had a shootout. Herbert lost and went to heaven but not before shooting Terrence in the heart. Terrence tilted back and forth in the sand but Terrence was still alive enough to go a horrible distance and hung himself on a nearby oak tree.

Terrence made his way to hell and made a pact with the devil to serve his own wicked ways forever. The devil agreed.

So that’s the story Ted read. He shivered and began to place the book back. He looked at the time. Where was his friend?

What if he felt in the muck in the marsh?

With that thought Ted got up and was beginning to put his boots on when a knock sounded on his door.

Finally! Bout time.

He stripped naked, lubed up a dildo, lined it up with his bum hole and shoved it in.

If there was one thing Ted was good at it was self penetration.

He unlocked the door, fled down the many lighthouse stairs and waited a little in excitement before letting his long awaited friend in.

Then he opened the door.

What greeted him was nobody. A blank, star lit sky was all that greeted the now saddened face of Ted.

Standing naked and with a whopping great dildo up him he looked left then right expecting his friend to suddenly surprise him.

Nothing but sky.

In a dissatisfied mood Ted slammed the door and climbed the many stairs back to his room, dildo swinging to and fro.

Upon entering his room he noticed the cold of the marsh. Odd!

The window was left open.

Did I leave the window open?

Must have. Anyway I’m too tired now. No anal penetration games or fully on orgasms for me tonight.

He lay face down on his pink, fluffy pillows and fell right to sleep.

Had Ted looked out the window he would have seen foot prints going up the wall of the lighthouse, seen the sly smirk and would’ve seen minor boots tucked under his bed.

Suddenly Sykes was upon Teds now awake and trembling body. 

“Now it’s time boy for the completion of this body to be ready to ravish again for eternity.”

The bony hand tugged the dildo and shoved its long cock up Teds perfumed boy hole.

Perhaps Ted will get the excitement he’s been waiting for. If only for a short time.

I hope that the readers got so much pleasure out of this story.

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