In The Quiet Embrace Of The Woods

In the quiet embrace of the woods, I lit a cigarette. It was one of those rare moments where the world faded to a soft hum, allowing my thoughts to drift freely. The picnic bench beneath me creaked slightly as the smoke curled lazily around me.

"Mind if I sit?" A voice cut through the serenity.

I glanced up, half expecting to see a park ranger, but instead, a lanky figure emerged from the foliage. He looked about my age, wearing shorts and a t-shirt with walking boots, suggesting he was hiking a distance, but he was also carrying a camera on a tripod, which made me think he was doing some photographic project or just capturing the beauty of the area.

"Sure," I shrugged, gesturing to the bench. "It's all yours."

The guy, with a grin that was as wide as a crescent moon, took a seat opposite me. He had a backpack slung over one shoulder, which he placed gently beside him. His eyes were a piercing blue, the kind you'd expect to see on someone who's spent their life exploring the vastness of the ocean. He offered his hand, "I'm Alex."

I took his hand, feeling the firm grip of an outdoorsman. "Steve," I replied, taking a drag on my cigarette.

Alex leaned back, his eyes scanning the clearing before settling on me. "What brings you out here today?"

I shrugged. "Just needed a break from it all, you know?" The unspoken weight of city life lay heavy on me.

Alex nodded sagely. "Yeah, I get that." He paused, his eyes searching my face. "You look like you've got something on your mind."

I took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill my lungs before I spoke. "It's nothing. Just the usual shit but a different day, that's all."

Alex leaned in; his curiosity piqued. "Let me guess what you do for a living."

I chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What makes you think you can tell?"

Alex leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest. "Call it a hunch. I've met a lot of people out here, trying to escape their troubles." His gaze was intense, but there was a warmth to it, an understanding that didn't make me feel judged.

"Alright," I said with a smirk, playing along. "I'm in finance."

"Finance, hey? I knew a man who was in finance ages ago and.... It's funny to remember, but he always wore tighty whities. He had a theory that depending upon jobs, men wear the appropriate underwear and tighty whities matched his reliable but conservative lifestyle."

I burst into laughter, the tension of his earlier thoughts dissipating. "That's hilarious. I've never given underwear that much thought about types and what job someone does."

Alex chuckled with me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you never know. Maybe there's a correlation between boxers and risk-taking stockbrokers."

"So, what do you do for a living, and what underwear do you wear?" I asked.

Alex's laughter washed over me like a cool breeze. "I'm a wildlife photographer," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "And I go for the boxers. Gives me more freedom to move around in the wild."

"I guess so. As for me, I wear tighty whities, well, actually Fruit of the Loom white briefs."

Alex's laughter grew louder, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, the classic. Nothing says 'I've got my life figured out' quite like a good pair of those. I bet you look good in them, too."

I couldn't help but grin. "Thanks, I guess." The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, but the banter was a welcome distraction from the maelstrom of my mind.

Alex's laughter subsided, and he grew contemplative. "You know, Steve, sometimes getting out of your comfort zone can be surprisingly liberating." He reached for his camera, which looked like it could survive a bear attack. "When you're out here, you realise how small your problems are in the grand scheme of things."

I nodded, watching as he lovingly adjusted the lens. "I've been feeling pretty trapped lately. Work, the city... It's all just a bit much."

"Perhaps I can photograph you, Steve?" Alex suggested. “It will provide some distraction from the norm.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the proposal. "What? Like, now?"

Alex nodded, his enthusiasm unwavering. "Yeah, man. Just stand up, let me capture the real you."

I stubbed out my cigarette. The idea was odd, but the more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. The chance to be seen without the armour of city life, just me and the woods. I took a deep breath and let the silence wrap around me like a warm blanket as I stood up.

Alex positioned himself, the camera now an extension of his arm. "Just be you," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. "Don't think about anything. Just let the woods in."

I took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the shade on my skin. The sound of leaves rustling above us filled the space between us as I let go of my inhibitions. The camera's click became a rhythm, a heartbeat that matched the pulse of the woods.

"You're quite photogenic, Steve. Why don't you take your shirt off and pose for me?"

I hesitated, feeling the sudden urge to retreat into my usual shell of self-consciousness. But something about Alex's confidence and the peacefulness of the woods coaxed me forward. With a deep exhale, I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling the sun kiss my skin for the first time in weeks.

Alex nodded approvingly, his focus now entirely on his camera. "Perfect," he murmured, adjusting the settings. "Now, perhaps you want to sit on the bench and pose a bit."

I felt a mix of vulnerability and freedom as I perched on the edge of the picnic bench, as Alex began to snap photos, his movements swift and precise. I watched him through the lens, his eyes never leaving me as he captured my image in various poses.

"You have a lovely skin tone, you know,” Alex commented. "I bet you would look great in just your tighty whities."

I raised an eyebrow, the suggestion taking me by surprise. "You're going to have to pay me for that," I said with a smirk, playing along with his teasing.

Alex just shrugged. "It's for art, Steve. Besides, I won't show anyone. It's just for us." His voice was earnest, his eyes still focused on the camera's viewfinder. "Go on. I dare you."

"I don't know," I replied to his suggestion.

"Okay then, why don't you undo your belt and zip so I can get the contrast of your tighty whities against the black of your shorts?"

With a shrug and a smirk, I complied. Undoing the leather belt and sliding the zipper down, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment at this impromptu photoshoot.

Alex nodded, his focus solely on the camera. "Perfect. Now, just let your guard down. This isn't about impressing anyone, it's about capturing who you are right now," as he tugged my shorts open a bit more, letting the fabric of my shorts fall slightly to reveal the cotton front and waistband of my briefs. The sun's warmth bathed my torso, and the coolness of the breeze brushed against my bare skin. I felt strangely liberated, as if the woods were holding my secrets and fears at bay.

As the shutter of his camera clicked away, something strange began to happen. With each brush of his hand, guiding my pose or adjusting the light, my body responded in ways I hadn't anticipated. A tingle grew in my lower abdomen, and my nipples hardened, betraying my unexpected arousal. I couldn't tell if it was the thrill of being vulnerable or the heat of his touch, but my cock began to swell in my tighty whities.

Alex noticed the change in my posture, his eyes flicking from the camera to my tenting crotch and back again. His smile grew a little wider, a knowing look in his eye. "It's okay," he said softly, his voice soothing. "Let it happen and perhaps let your shorts slip lower down your legs."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The woods around us seemed to hold their breath too, as if waiting for my decision. With a nod, I allowed my shorts to slide down, revealing the white cotton briefs. The sun kissed my legs and the top of my thighs, and the warm air caressed my cock as it grew, straining against the fabric.

"Circumcised, hey," Alex commented.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as he took a few steps closer, his eyes locked on the growing bulge in my briefs. "Yeah," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yep, it's that obvious. I can see your helmet very clearly. And it looks very nice."

I felt my face redden even more at Alex's blunt observation. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving my crotch. The camera ready on the tripod, forgotten as he reached out and gently traced the outline of my cock through the fabric. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight through me.

"You're quite beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely audible. His hand paused for a moment, giving me time to protest, but the words remained lodged in my throat. Instead, I leaned into his touch, my body craving more.

"I haven't done this before, Alex. I'm feeling rather nervous if you get my meaning."

Alex nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can tell," he said, his voice low and soothing. "But you're doing great. Just keep breathing, and perhaps you can kick your shorts off and lie back on the picnic bench."

My heart pounded in my chest as I obeyed, stepping out of my shorts and lying down, my back pressed against the cool wooden slats. The fabric of my briefs grew tauter with each pulse of blood to my cock, which was now clearly outlined. Alex hovered over me, his hand now resting lightly on my thigh.

"Lovely pose Steve, lovely and the outline of your cock is brilliant. These images will look great in black and white. Now, close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

Alex's hand trailed up my leg, sending goosebumps in its wake. My breath hitched as his fingers grazed the elastic band of my briefs, the warmth of his skin setting my nerves alight. His eyes searched mine, looking for permission.

"Can I?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the woods.

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. I nodded, unable to speak as his hand moved to the waistband of my briefs. With a gentle tug, the fabric slipped down, revealing my fully erect cock to the warm embrace of the sun as he pulled my tighty whities over my feet, discarding them on the grass. The leaves above us whispered their secrets as Alex took a moment to drink in the sight as he pulled his t-shirt off.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. The first touch of his lips sent a bolt of pleasure through me, and I gasped. His mouth moved over my cock, tentative at first, as if exploring every inch. His tongue darted out, teasing my sensitive tip, before taking me fully into his mouth.

I arched my back, the sensation overwhelming. This was so unexpected, so raw and natural, like the woods that surrounded us. Alex's hand cupped my balls, his other hand gently stroking my shaft as he sucked me deeper. I could feel the tension building, my body responding to his skilled ministrations.

"Let me just capture the moment," Alex suggested as the sound of the camera clicking resumed, capturing the intimate moment. "I have changed the setting to one image per second on self-timer," he advised me as I lay there naked with my cock pointing skyward.

The self-timer added a layer of excitement, a reminder that we were creating something together, something secret and beautiful in the heart of the forest. The tension grew, my breaths coming in short gasps as Alex worked me closer to the edge.

The sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on Alex's face as he moved his mouth up and down, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the orgasm approaching, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume me. With a final stroke of his tongue, I came, the warmth of my release spilling into Alex's mouth.

He pulled back, a smear of me on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin playing on his lips. "You taste as good as you look," he murmured, “And so much cum, suggesting a few days since you last shot your load.”

The sound of the camera continued, a metronome to the symphony of our panting breaths. I lay there, my chest heaving, feeling more alive than I had in months. “It has been a while since I last wanked,” I answered. “Things have been sort of dry if you get my meaning.”

I hadn't realised that Alex had shed his shorts as he stood, his erection tenting through his boxers. He offered me his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet. "Thank you," I said, the words feeling inadequate.

"Don't thank me," he said with a wink. "I love the sight of you naked. You have a beautiful body," as the camera clicked again, capturing me standing there. “Perhaps I can take you on a journey this afternoon that will reverse the drought in your sex life?”

He stepped closer to me, his erection pushing against his boxers as I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I pushed his boxers down, allowing him to step out of them. Our bodies stood close together, his cock fully erect while mine started to become aroused again in the warmth of the afternoon sun as I responded, “I would like that. It’s been a long time since someone found me attractive.”

Alex smiled as he rummaged through his camera bag, his eyes never leaving me. He pulled out a tube of lubricant and held it up with a wicked grin. "I always come prepared for adventure," he said, his voice filled with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat at his words as I looked at the lube. I had not been with a man for a long time, but there was something about the way Alex looked at me, something about the way he spoke to me, that made me want to revisit this side of me. "It’s been a long time, Alex," I admitted, my voice shaking slightly.

Alex stepped closer, his cock now standing proud and thick between us. "Don't worry," he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. "I'll remind you how wonderful it is, and I know you will enjoy yourself," as he took my hand.

"But, here? Are you sure?" I asked. "It's a bit open; we might be seen."

"It will be fine, and no one is around to see us, besides, it's the most natural thing to do in the wild, don’t you agree?" he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let's join each other and make some memories here and now," as he turned me around to bend over the picnic bench.

“Fuck it, let’s do it,” I answered, throwing my inhibitions to one side as Alex’s fingers smeared lubricant on my anus. Alex's touch was surprisingly gentle as he circled my hole with his slicked finger, easing my nerves with his tender caress. "Just breathe, Steve," he whispered, his voice a calming balm to the storm of sensations that swirled inside me as the camera shutter clicked again on the self-timer.

As he pushed the tip of his finger inside, I tensed, the sensation foreign and slightly uncomfortable. "Shh," Alex soothed, his hand resting on my lower back, his finger moving in slow, shallow strokes. "Relax," he coaxed, his voice a gentle breeze in the quiet woods.

The tension in my body slowly started to melt away with his rhythmic movements. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me open, preparing me for what was to come. Each insertion was met with a mix of pain and pleasure, my body fighting against the intrusion before finally succumbing to the inevitable.

Alex's cock was long and hot against my skin, the tip nudging my lubricated entrance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as the shutter clicked again.

"I think so," I murmured, my heart racing as I nodded. “Be careful, though, it’s been a long time.”

With a gentle push, Alex entered me, the pain sharp and sudden. I gritted my teeth, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the picnic bench. His cock stretched me further than I thought possible, filling me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Take your time," I managed to say through clenched teeth. "I need to adjust, and you’re hurting me."

Alex paused, his cock halfway in, giving me the time I needed to adjust to the sensation. He leaned in, pressing his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly as if he could absorb the pain through his embrace.

"Okay, go slow," I whispered, feeling the beginnings of pleasure unfurling deep within me as the pain of his intrusion dissipated. The only sounds I could hear were his voice, calming me, along with the regular click of the camera shutter as it captured the whole event.

Alex began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, letting me get used to the feel of him inside me. The pain slowly receded, replaced by a burning sensation that grew with each thrust. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he picked up the pace.

My body started to move with his rhythm, the pleasure now outweighing the discomfort. The woods around us had become a blur, the only focus the feeling of Alex inside me, his cock sliding in and out of my virgin hole.

The camera continued to click away on self-timer, capturing every intimate moment of this union. The knowledge that we were being immortalised in this act only served to heighten the sensations, making everything feel more intense.

"You're wonderful," Alex murmured, his voice a gentle purr in my ear. "You're so tight, Steve."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. The pressure inside me grew, my body responding to his every touch, his every movement.

"I'm going to come," I gasped, the sensation building to an unbearable crescendo as his cock rubbed against my prostate, providing a sensation I hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.

Alex's grip tightened, his strokes becoming more urgent. "I want you to cum for me," he whispered, his voice filled with desire as he hit my prostate again.

As I felt his cock pulse deep within me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I came, my semen spurting onto the picnic bench. I also felt the sensation of his hot release filling me, sending me over the edge into a realm of pleasure that I forgot existed.

He kept pumping into me, releasing more of his seed in time to the camera shutter. Eventually, he groaned in satisfaction as he collapsed onto my back, spent and satisfied. We kept the same pose for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds the distant calls of the wildlife and the occasional rustle of leaves. Alex's cock slowly slipped from me, leaving me feeling both empty and whole as the camera clicked again.

"How was it?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"It was..." I struggled to find the words. "Awakening," I finally said, my voice still shaky with emotion. “Truly, awakening and wonderful.”

Alex leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Welcome to the wild," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he stopped the self-timer.

The camera's shutter stopped clicking, and the quiet of the woods felt like a soft blanket wrapping us in our shared secret. The warmth of his cum inside me was a stark contrast to the cool wood beneath my palms as we broke apart to stand up.

Alex looked at me, his eyes searching mine for an answer to his question. "Would you like to do it again?" His voice was a gentle caress, a promise of more of the exquisite pleasure that had just overtaken us.

I couldn't believe what we had just done, but as I felt the stickiness between my cheeks, the scent of our mingled arousal hanging in the air, I realised that I didn't just want to do it again, I needed it. "Yes," I breathed, the word leaving my mouth before I could think better of it, “but not immediately, I want to enjoy some time sitting here with you while I refill and recover.”

Alex's smile was slow and satisfied as he took his camera off the tripod, flicking through the images of our impromptu photoshoot. "You know, Steve," he said, his eyes on the camera's screen, "these are going to be amazing."

I nodded, my mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. "They're... something," I murmured, glancing down at the mess we'd made on the picnic bench.

Alex's eyes never left the camera screen as he spoke, his voice a mix of satisfaction and excitement. "Every time I look at these, I'll remember this moment. Our secret in the woods, and I want to grab some more shots to capture you in this moment of pure euphoria. I that okay?"

“Of course it’s okay,” I said, feeling a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Alex's artistic passion was infectious, and I found myself eager to see how he would capture our encounter on film.

We sat naked at the picnic bench, the sun's warmth caressing our skin as Alex scrolled through the images on his camera. Each click of the button brought a new picture to life, and we studied them with a mix of awe and embarrassment. My cock had already begun to stir again, the sensation of his cum inside me serving as a constant reminder of what had occurred.

And then, my worst nightmare, I heard the crunch of leaves and the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked up to see two bare-chested hikers, sweat glistening on their tanned skin, walking along the trail that led to our secluded spot.

Alex didn't miss a beat. He simply turned the camera to face them, his hand steady as he clicked away. "Smile, boys," he called out, his voice a mix of cheer and challenge. The hikers looked surprised but took the bait, grinning awkwardly for the camera.

The tension within me grew as they approached, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them, me, naked and still flushed from our encounter, with cum drying on my thighs and the picnic bench. Alex remained unfazed, his cock still semi-erect and glistening in the sun.

"Hi guys," Alex said. "It’s a lovely day, isn't it?"

The hikers nodded, their eyes darting between Alex and me. "Sure is, and an excellent place to do some photography," the tall one responded.

Alex grinned. "It's not just the scenery I've been capturing," he said, gesturing to the camera and the evidence of our tryst.

The shorter hiker's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his hand moving to his crotch. "Jesus, man," he murmured. “They’re fantastic.”

Alex chuckled, the sound echoing through the trees. "Don't worry, we're just having a bit of fun. Would you like to join us?" His question was playful, but there was an underlying challenge in his tone.

The hikers exchanged a look, surprise morphing into curiosity. The tall one licked his lips, his eyes lingering on my body. "I've never...," he began, trailing off.

Alex leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "It's about letting go of inhibitions, connecting with nature, and experiencing life in its purest form." He gestured to the camera. "We're creating art here. Wouldn't you like to be a part of it?"

The shorter hiker's hand stilled on his crotch, his gaze flickering from Alex to me. He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the evidence of our recent activities. "We're on a bit of a schedule," he said, his voice tight with restrained desire. "But I guess a quick break couldn't hurt."

Alex's grin grew wider as he stood, his nakedness seemingly forgotten as he gestured to the picnic bench. "Take a seat," he offered, his hand reaching out to guide the shorter hiker closer. "Steve, here is a natural, aren't you?"

“Apparently so,” I responded, still in a bit of a daze from the intense experience, as the shorter hiker sat tentatively beside me. His eyes were glued to the images on Alex's camera, a mix of awe and arousal in his gaze.

"It's all about give or take, guys. What do you fancy?" Alex asked.

The tall hiker looked at his companion, who nodded with a mix of excitement and nerves. "We're open to giving," he said, taking a step closer to us.

Alex's smile grew. "Excellent," he said, setting the camera back on the tripod. "Steve, why don't you lie back down and let these guys experience the beauty of nature as well?"

With a shaky nod and smile, I complied, feeling the wood of the bench against my back as I stretched out along the full length of the picinic bench, fully exposed for the hikers to admire, my cock already responding to the thought of what was to come. Alex stepped aside, giving the hikers full view of me, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

"He's all yours for the taking," Alex declared, "But unlike me, he enjoys tender loving care, whereas I like it rough if you are up for it, big guy?” as he looked at the taller of the two.

The taller hiker's gaze darkened with desire as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch my now fully erect cock. His hand was warm and calloused, as he stroked me with a gentle firmness that had me gasping for air. Meanwhile, the shorter one began to unbuckle his shorts, revealing his erection, which was not shy in size, hidden behind his cotton boxer briefs.

Alex stepped back, allowing the hikers to take over the scene. The tension in the air was electric as they both knelt beside me, their eyes full of hunger as they took in the sight of my nakedness. The taller one leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip of my cock before taking it fully into his mouth. The shorter one wasted no time in moving behind me, pushing his boxer briefs down and stepping out of them while he used the lube to lubricate his fingers, pushing into my still-sensitive ass.

The taller hiker took his time, savouring every inch of my cock, his technique surprisingly skilled and attentive. The shorter one worked his fingers in and out, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel his cock pressing against my cheeks, the tip probing my hole as he whispered his intentions.

"I'm going to fuck you, Steve," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And you're going to love every second of it."

I nodded, the words barely making it past the lump in my throat. The anticipation grew as the shorter hiker lined himself up, his cock nudging at my entrance. With a firm push, he entered me, his thickness stretching me wider than Alex had.

The duo worked in tandem, the taller hiker's mouth moving in time with the shorter one's thrusts. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that built with each stroke. I could feel Alex's eyes on us, watching intently as he positioned the camera and tripod, capturing the moment in a way that was both intimate and erotic.

I reached down to play with my balls, the sensation of the taller hiker's mouth too much to bear. "I'm going to come," I warned, my voice a desperate moan.

The taller hiker looked up, his eyes gleaming. "Come for us, Steve," he said, his voice muffled by my cock. "Show us how much you love this."

The words were all it took for me to embrace the moment, and I climaxed with a roar, my release spurting into the hiker's waiting mouth. The shorter hiker's grip tightened on my hips, his climax close. He pulled out just in time and spurted his load over my back, the warmth of his cum a stark contrast to the coolness of the picnic bench. He shot his load almost to my shoulders with further deposits lower down as he manually milked himself all over me.

As they both came down from their highs, panting and smiling, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these strangers. We had shared something profound, something that transcended the confines of our everyday lives, and it was in a clearing in the wilds that witnessed the moment of raw natural behaviour.

The taller hiker looked up at Alex, licking the last of my cum from his lips with a leisurely swipe of his tongue. "So, you like it rough, hey?" he said with a smirk, his voice still thick with lust as he pushed his shorts and briefs to his ankles, only to step out of them, leaving them where they were.

"Rougher is better," Alex told him as he stood naked and erect, precum leaking in anticipation. "You can be as rough as you like, big boy. I can take it."

The taller hiker stood there, his cock standing proud and leaking. He grabbed Alex by the hair, spinning him around and bending him over the picnic bench without a word as I still lay there. "Bring it on, big boy," Alex repeated. "Fuck me hard, you fucker. Hard."

In no time, the hiker was fucking Alex with such force and power I was almost worried for him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as he rammed into Alex's ass with a grunt, having used his saliva and some of my cum as lube.

I watched in amazement as Alex's body took the brunt of the taller hiker's powerful thrusts, his face a mask of pleasure and pain. The shorter hiker took this as his cue to join in, his cock already hard again as he pointed his cock at Alex's face, stroking himself with one hand while the other reached out to caress Alex's head.

The taller hiker didn't relent, his strokes becoming more forceful with each passing moment. The sound of his balls slapping against Alex's ass was a symphony of lust that resonated through the quiet woods.

The hikers had shed their inhibitions as quickly as their clothes, and the sight was both terrifying and thrilling. I felt a part of something primal, a moment that would be forever etched in my memory as I now sat on the picnic bench watching.

As the taller man reached his climax, he pulled out and painted Alex's back with ropes of hot cum. The shorter man followed suit, his release spurting onto Alex's face, who took it with a look of pure bliss and enjoyment as cum landed in his eyes and forehead, only to dribble down onto his lips as he used his lips to enjoy the taste.

The camera lay forgotten on the ground, the scene too intense to capture in anything but our minds. We were all breathless, our hearts racing from the exertion and the raw, unbridled passion that had overtaken us.

The hikers exchanged a look, and with a nod, they began to dress, the moment of shared intimacy already fading into the background as they returned to their hiking gear. "Thanks for the... experience, you two," the shorter one said, his voice a bit hoarse. “It’s not often the hikes become more than walking, but when it happens, it's wonderful being natural in the wild.

Alex just grinned, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Anytime," he said.

As they disappeared back into the woods, their footsteps retreating into the distance, Alex turned to me, his eyes gleaming. "How about round two tomorrow?" he asked, his cock already showing signs of life again.

I couldn't believe what had just happened, but as I looked into his eyes, all I could think was, "Yes, I can do tomorrow. What time are you thinking?" as I was ready to explore this renewed side of myself with him as my guide.

“Perhaps in the morning? Alex suggested as he retrieved the camera, checking the images with a critical eye. "Perfect," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the ones where I was lost in ecstasy. "These are going to be my best work yet."

The sun was beginning to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across our clearing. It was a reminder that our time in the woods was limited, but the thrill of our encounter lingered in the air.

We made our way back to the car park, the journey seemingly shorter than before. Our conversation was light, filled with the afterglow of our shared experience. We had found a piece of ourselves in that quiet glade, and it was something we could never get back in the concrete jungle of the city.

Alex stood by his car, "See you soon, Steve," he said, his voice filled with the same seductive promise as when we first met.

I nodded, my heart racing as I looked at my car. "Count on it," I replied, "but I need your number."

Alex handed me his phone, his fingers lingering over the screen before passing it to me. As I typed in my digits, my hand trembled slightly, the adrenaline of our encounter still coursing through my veins.

The phone vibrated in my hand with the confirmation of our new connection, and he sent me a wink. "You're now part of the wild," he murmured, “and I suspect that tomorrow will be even wilder than today, as he jumped into his car and pulled off, shouting out of the window. “Talk to you later, Steve, and we can chat about planning our time together tomorrow. Perhaps we can even try something different if you’re up for it?”

I was too late to respond, but I thought for a moment, what could we do differently as I sat behind the wheel, trying to put the keys in the ignition.