Epkins Forest

At long last the glorious moment of freedom had dawned. The time had come, that Kevin could shed the yoke of suppression from his small-class parents in an equally narrowminded village and put an end to years of working hard at keeping the good family name up by only doing the things that were accepted and allowed in the small community at Ireland’s west coast, avoiding the scornful looks of all, if he had done something out of the ordinary. To accomplish this, he had acted, that he was very interested in girls, but if someone asked him if he already had a girlfriend, he bypassed the problem by answering that “He had been unable to make a final choice yet”. In a way he was sure that his mother sensed her son’s real interests very well, but she had never asked about it. And if nothing is asked, there is no need to answer!

But all this was history now. He had found a nice job in a big city in the south with enough wages to rent a small but cozy two-room appartement. From the day he came there, he was free to invite in his appartement whoever he wanted and, if it came to that, invite in his bed whoever he wanted. And he was very sure, that these would only be boys and young men.

There was only one problem that needed to be solved. He didn’t have a clue where he could find boys and young men in a city where he lived for only a couple of days and where he didn’t know a living soul. Of course, he had spent some time on gay sites to investigate the possibilities, but it looked as if his new home town was only populated with elderly men who had sagging bodies. He was not looking for a second daddy but for a lover on equal terms.

His job gave no opportunities. He had colleagues about his age, but these were wholesalers in girlfriends and none of them gave any indication he was interested in boys. But unexpectedly the solution to his short-term problem came exactly from two of them.

During lunch break two of them were chatting, a few yards from Kevin. He just listened to the idle chit-chat without much interest, but this changed suddenly when he overheard one of them saying, with slight disgust in his voice:

“You’d better stay away from Epkins Forest. There’s shirt lifters over there who are hunting for young boys!”

Outwardly Kevin concentrated totally in the peeling of an orange, but inward he peaked his ears. This might be something he could use to his advantage. But the rest of the disdainful remarks about “this kind of men” made him no wiser about where he could find this Epkins Forest. So, with an almost natural disinterested lightheartedness he asked:

“Where is this Epkins Forest?”

Both looked at him in surprise and one of them asked with a smirk:

“Why? You wanted to go there?”

Kevin shook his head and answered:

“Nope! But I would like to avoid coming there by accident, so I want to know where it is. You know, I’ve only been living here for a few days. I can find my job and the supermarket around the corner, but that’s about it”.

It looked as if the two found it a reasonable answer and they started to explain very specifically where Kevin could find this infamous forest, where dangers for young boys were said to be behind almost every tree.

With an mental smile he thanked the two for their information and just popped a piece of orange in his mouth. He had already made his mind up to go there the next weekend if the weather cooperated.

He was curious but also felt a bit tense when he parked his old car on the small parking lot at the rim of Epkins Forest. But he took a deep breath, decided to plunge in the deep and walked inside the forest.

Without being conceited and with vanity being an unknown feeling to him he knew he would have the impact of a bomb. Kevin was what you call a beautiful boy. He was of normal length but had the slender body of a young reebuck and a delightful face with two dark brown eyes, that were able to drown a lover if he looked into them. And such a lover would probably do it voluntarily with a feeling of utter happiness. His hair was very dark blond and had the tendency to dance around his head with every step he took. When he walked with his subtle pace in the light of a setting sun it looked as if his head was surrounded by a soft orange glowing halo. To accentuate his slenderness, he always wore very tight jeans, that fitted like a second skin around his small, perfectly shaped buttocks, but the same tight cut caused a prominent bump at the front, that made it perfectly clear to everyone that he was everything but a girl. 

For the first few hundred yards there was not a man to be discovered. The only thing he saw was a fox, that ran across the trail about fifty yards away. The animal suddenly stopped and looked at him, only to continue his run into the refuge of the underbrush.

By the time he reached the point where he had seen the fox, he looked around in anticipation. The animal was long gone. But Kevin heard the source that had startled it in the first place. From the dense undergrowth behind him a heavy panting and moaning sounded. It seemed like a good idea to do some investigation there.

It took some determined effort to find his way through the bushes, so every now and then stumbling over the thicket, but at last he found the spot where the sounds came from. It was a small open spot, where two naked men were in an advanced stage of lovemaking. That is: one of them had his willie deep in the ass of the other and it looked as if both enjoyed it thoroughly. They were so absorbed in what they were doing that none of them noticed that he was watching them, his hand in his jeans, where he felt his dick growing to his full extent and starting to drip.

Only after a little while they saw him. Both initially looked at him with shocked faces but the top of the two showed him a friendly smile very soon and said:

“Hi, gorgeous boy, you want to join? Then get undressed. I would love to get acquainted with your young boy’s pussy. And while I’m doing that, slutty here can give you a blowjob. You like that?”

Kevin blushed but after casting another view on the duo he considered it to be a great idea. Both were around their thirties and had wonderful, muscular bodies. So quickly he undressed and very soon he was as naked as the two men. But a heavy bout of uncertainty made his dick shrimp to a size, that would shame an eight years-old boy to death.

“Ah”, the top smiled, “Your first time, hey? No big deal, sweetie, we all started uncertain. But you’ll love it!”

Still with glowing cheeks he felt how the man started stroking his small dickie tenderly and he relaxed, closing his eyes in blissful joy. A few seconds after that he felt how two lips enclosed his dickhead and started to suck it gently. He re-opened his eyes and saw the bottom of the two on his knees in front of him, where he had started to please Kevin’s growing tool passionately. Two hands were stroking his haunches softly and he heard a soft whisper behind him:

“Oh, what a delightful young ass”.

Kevin enjoyed the whole experience as he had never enjoyed anything before that. He felt a finger entering his virgin pussy and it hurt somewhat.

“Be careful, sir”, he squeaked anxious, “It’s really my first time!”.

“Then we have to be careful and prepare it very thoroughly”, the man behind him answered, “Bend over a little!”

That proved a bit difficult with the bottom still in front of him, who was still quenching his thirst for semen on Kevin’s now fully aroused and erected lance. But he managed after some adjusting and attempts. Immediately after bending over his buttocks were separated and he felt something warm and damp touching his ass hole.

“Wow”, he heard the top moaning, “What a beautiful, young, tight and virgin boy’s pussy!”

Again he felt the wet feeling. It slid over his sack, the extremely sensitive skin of his crotch and ended up at his pussy, where it started to go around in slow, teasing circles. Kevin had caught in the meantime that it was the man’s tongue and marveled at the realization that a simple tongue could be such a delightful tool to bring a young boy into ecstasy. And he was equally surprised to find, that his rear exit could be so sensitive to erotic stimuli. Every time it was touched by the tongue, he felt shivers of lust running over his spine. Whatever happened for the rest, these were the first important lessons he learned this afternoon.

He didn’t have to wait very long for new lessons. While the bottom was still sucking vigorously at his hard dick, he heard the top say:

“Let’s take a look if this preparation will do!”

Kevin felt, how he was about to ejaculate in a man’s mouth for the very first time, but he resisted the urge to do so. He didn’t want to cum yet. He enjoyed it too much to feel his dick in the enclosing small, secluded, warm and damp space, he got a kick out of the continuous sucking and he landed on cloud nine by the never interrupted stimulation by the teasing tongue.

A finger was pushed in his pussy, slowly and carefully.

“Mmmmmm, what a cute, narrow, little cave you’ve got” he heard moaning.

The finger left him and was replaced by the snub tip of the phallus, that was pushed in painstakingly careful, staying just behind his sphincter to allow him to get used to the feeling of being filled up from the inside. Only then the man slowly penetrated deeper. Kevin couldn’t suppress a grimace of pain, but the knowledge that he was at the verge of being devirginized added a lustful dimension to the pain. Besides: the discomforting feeling subsided after a short while and made place for a feeling, that was so intense and beautiful that it exceeded his boldest phantasies and dreams. The only thing that spoiled it somewhat, was the feeling he had to take a very urgent pee and that is what he told the bottom. He had no objection to cumming in the man’s mouth but peeing was a totally different thing as far as he was concerned. But it seemed the man didn’t mind and he cheerfully continued his sucking and teasing until Kevin was no longer capable of restraining himself, squirting the whole contents of his balls in the mouth with a loud roar. He noticed how his sphincter contracted rhythmically around the hard shaft in him, which was for its owner more than sufficient reason to spray his sperm inside the boy with the sound of stormy breathing.

Kevin felt a pair of lips in his neck, who kissed him carefully and a voice whispered in his ear:

“Well, sweetie, you’re not a virgin any longer”.

“Thank you, sir”, Kevin said in a low, shy voice.

“No, son”, the man laughed, “My name is Max and that there is Slutty”.

The man called Slutty was still on his knees and smacked his lips with closed eyes, as if he was chewing on Kevin’s juices. It was very clear that he really enjoyed the taste of it.

“If you come here again, I’ll be happy to do it another time”, Max said.

Kevin beamed! It looked as if he was well liked. He nodded in confirmation and dressed. His head buzzing from all the new experiences and lessons and totally satisfied in all respects he walked out of Epkins Forest, stepped in his car and went home.   

Kevin really got the taste of it and it was not the last time he was hunting in Epkins Forest. There were occasions where he might as well have stayed home. The only men at these moments were old, fat and even partly derelict. All of them were very keen on the young deer, but Kevin had no inclination towards them.

But each and every time brought new experiences and lessons. It struck his mind, that most contacts were without a word being said. It was just “pants down, cum, pants up” and gone they were. So every now and then one could get a “Thanks” or “Felt good!” over his lips, but most simply disappeared as wordless and silent as they had come. He also discovered there was a group who was only interested in their own satisfaction. The second they had cum they were gone, not bothering about the partner-of-the-moment, who was simply abandoned with a still hard dick and who had to resort to fend for himself.

Another very important lesson he learned was not to judge by appearances. There were other factors to be considered. One early summer evening he met a skinhead in the forest. The boy was on the prowl like a real macho. He wore worn-out soldier boots, a pair of torn checked trousers and a black leather jacket, that clearly had its best time behind it. His arms were full of tattoos and there were a few pounds of chains around his body. He clearly fancied Kevin, who had very different thoughts, like “What do I do with this idiot?”.

But he allowed himself to be seduced, only to find out that this macho was the most tender lover he had ever met in Epkins Forest. When during their lovemaking the boy noticed, that his dick would never fit in Kevin’s tight pussy, he suggested to fuck between the thighs. Kevin had never experienced that before, so he gladly agreed. It turned out to be one of the best things he experienced and the boy squirted lavishly between his thighs with the sperm dripping down along them until it reached the ground via his lower legs, where it was greedily sucked in by the dry forest soil. And all that was accompanied by plenty of kissing and stroking, wherever the boy’s lips and hands could reach Kevin’s naked skin.

And he met Max a second time, but this time without Slutty. It ended with Kevin finding himself on his knees in Max’s bathing tub, his ass high, where Max flushed his pussy and gave it, his crotch and his balls a warm water massage that gave him a very rewarding climax. Max then topped it off by giving his young lover what Kevin’s begging eyes asked in a most intense way and at the end called him “his new Slutty”.

But above all Kevin learned that top men were so predictable, actually very predictable. Like a straight man, who reacted on a cute girl’s ass, they reacted immediately on a cute boy’s ass. And if Kevin gave them the chance to stroke and knead his small, but well-muscled haunches, then all of them went out of their mind. Then Kevin could wait until a tip of an aroused penis would enter his pussy to satisfy him in his deepest desires for semen and warmth. OK, some men fucked hard, but all too often he found men who valued his tight pussy and who instinctively felt, that it had to be taken careful and tender. With a grin on his face Kevin wondered how many brain cells would fit in a dickhead.

And so summer, in gay circles also known as the “out season”, neared its end and Kevin knew he had to find alternatives for the winter. But he had assembled a lot of experiences, something undreamt of if he had stayed in his small West Coast village.

But summer had no intention to capitulate for the Atlantic storms, rain and cold of autumn and to disappear silently, but fought back with a vengeance. The first days of September were even exceptionally warm and the evenings were hardly any cooler than the days. These sultry evenings caused Kevin’s hormones to scream through his body, so one evening he decided to go to Epkins Forest.

He took an extra-long shower and pulled on his extremely short und ultra-tight jeans short, this time even without string and topped it off with a short, sleeveless orange shirt. Then he studied himself briefly in the mirror. Yeap, it was OK as it was: this would chase every top guy out of his mind. Especially the short accentuated his small buttocks very well. Satisfied he got in his car and took the road to Epkins Forest.

He entered the forest while darkness fell. He didn’t mind. During all his daytime endeavors he had learned where every small trail was and he could find each and every one of his favorite play spots in pitch dark. By now he knew the forest as the back of his hand. He was well aware that he couldn’t rely on his eyes but by luck he was blessed with a very sharp set of ears and he knew he would have heard any “hunter” before the other one was even aware of his presence.

But the only thing his ears heard for a long time were his own footsteps and the soft wind, that rustled through the leaves. It looked like nobody was there.

With a twinge of beginning disappointment he walked deeper into the forest. Darkness had by now become complete. To the right he heard a branch crack. He stopped walking and listed intently. Was it an animal or was it a “hunter”? No other sound came so after a few minutes he continued his walk. But within thirty seconds after resuming his walking he heard another snapping sound of a cracking branch and the soft rustling of dry leaves on the ground, this time much closer. A grin came on Kevin’s face and the initial disappointment disappeared. It looked very much as if action was to be expected. 

He withdrew into the scrub of one of his favorite play spots and waited in anticipation. He heard some sort of cry, only to realize it was an owl. Then there was a hardly audible noise of one tiny twig being stepped on, that came out of the darkness around him, much closer now.

There was some movement behind him, only a light whispering sound. In one fluid movement he dropped his shorts and wiggled his little behind. His heart pounded in anxiety. It looked he had one on his bait.

But he didn’t expect what was coming. Suddenly a man grabbed his chest and belly with his two arms, that closed around Kevin’s body like two vises. That was no problem for him, he could handle it. He had had that before. But the shit really hit the fan when the man’s breath hit his nostrls: it was a combination of cheap whiskey, unpolished teeth and always bad breath. And when his nose picked up the odor of the man’s unwashed body his eyes opened in pure panic! Shreds of long forgotten memories popped up out of his deepest subconscious and melted past and present in one terrifying moment. It felt, as if he held on the rim of the volcano of insanity by only his fingernails with his feet dangling inches over the swirling maelstrom of madness.

As if it happened right here and now he felt the hard dick, enveloped in the roughly woven, musty smelling black clergyman cassock, chafing against his naked buttocks, his jeans and undies being forcibly removed. For another time he experienced the cold, bony and wrinkled fingers gliding over his belly and clutching at his small genitals, like the claws of a buzzard in its prey. All this was surrounded by the heavy, revolting odors of the body and the breath. He attempted to break out of the vise-like grip, but his muscles seemed paralyzed. His legs attempted to run away in blind panic, but they failed. And then the eyes…….

His lips formed the words that his mind produced, but being unable to speak, he murmured them without a sound:

“No…not the face…no, please…not the face. I don’t want to see it…not that terrible face!”

The man in the present didn’t seem to notice or he simply didn’t care. He just stuck his small but hard dickie in Kevin’s pussy and started thrusting. Kevin didn’t even register it. In a physical reaction to his overwhelming fear his body had gone into a kind of shutdown. He didn’t feel a thing, his dick hung limp between his legs. All the erotic excitement had been destroyed by the spreading fire of intense fear. He hung in the arms of the man as a limp rag doll, devoid of any will of his own. Paralyzed as he was, he didn’t even notice that the man squirted in him after only a very short while. Kevin’s breathing was irregular, not out of lust belonging to that lovely moment but just out of sheer fear. He squeezed his eyes shut forcibly in an ultimate effort to avoid seeing the frightening face in his memory. But no matter what he did: the burning and at the same time cold eyes showed themselves behind his closed eyelids. They were emotionless and didn’t seem to care a damn what they were doing to their young victim. In deepest silence he cried out an inaudible scream of despair.

The man in the present let him go. His legs felt utterly useless and were unable to bear his weight, making him fall on his face on the ground.

“Are you OK?” he heard someone ask, the voice containing both shock and concern. Somehow the question broke the curse of the past and his paralysis, but he did not reply. He remained breathless on the ground for a short while gathering his wits, then struggled up with difficulty, pulled his shorts up and still filled with an unreasonable fear he started running…that is, as far as his legs were able to run. More stumbling than running he followed his instinct, that told him to get the hell away from that terrible place. He craved to run away from the terrible memory, away from the cassock, away from the predator claws and away from the terrifying eyes.

Breathless he ran out of Epkins Forest. Feeling extremely panicky he jumped in his car, started it and turned toward home. Only after about a mile he relaxed more or less, went from racing to a more normal speed and his breathing slowly became regular again. He was safe!

While driving home he still smelled the terrible odors. He had no idea if it was the man in the forest or the smell of the memory, about which he had never spoken and had struggled with all by himself until he was finally able to push it out of his conscious memory, giving the secure notion as if it never had happened. This night had made it perfectly clear to him, that it had happened!

When he entered the parking lot near his apartment, he knew he had a five minutes walk before being secure behind his own front door. He walked over the sidewalk, praising himself lucky that it was already late and that not many people were outdoors, but he was certain that the noses of those few around him could pick up the sickening smell he had in his nostrils. It was, as if it had penetrated the texture of his clothing, was glued on his skin and had even polluted his hair. He was convinced that all people on the street were staring at him, their faces silently screaming “Who is that skunk?” He felt more and more tickling on his skin, engulfing him in a fear for uninvited pets. He desperately wanted a shower!

Yes, that was what he was going to do when he got home: put his clothes in the washing machine and have long, long shower, to wash the smell and the dirt of him. Because for the first time in his life he felt indescribable dirty!

After he spent two hours under the shower, washing off for the first time in years the old feelings of shame and guilt for, he felt that the smell had gone away. Reliving the evening he considered, that something, of which he had no idea it still existed, had popped up again. And he saw no reason why it shouldn’t pop up another time and a third time and so on. It dawned on him that he had to find another way to get in touch with boys and men. He couldn’t do without and actually didn’t want to do without. Every human being needed physical love and warmth and he was no exception to that rule. But it would never be in Epkins Forest any longer. That had proved to be a dangerous place indeed, at least for this young boy.