Into The Woods
It was Helmut. He took the stool next to me and continued, “Ben said you would be at home. Hi Mike, just a bottle of water to go please.”
“Ben? Why would he...?”
“He called me and asked me to...well...” He looked around to make sure no one was listening and whispered, “...to help you get some action. He's worried about you.”
“He what?”
“He told me about what you guys got up to last night and how disappointed you must be. He said he wanted you to have what you needed to be happy.”
I was aghast. “He told you....?” I took a moment to gather my thoughts. “He's what I need to be happy. How could he think...?” But I stopped myself. Between the weird dreams and the growing mysteries around the house, I really hadn't had time to process what had happened last night. I also had to remember how his emotional state was not allowing him to think clearly. “I'm sorry, Helmut. He should never have dragged you into this.”
“Why not?” He seemed hurt. “You guys are my family, who else should he call?”
“That's not what I mean.”
“Look, I know he's not thinking straight, but neither are you. And this is one area where I can claim a bit of expertise.”
“I don't know...maybe...”
“Good! Mike, I'm gonna need another water. Gotta keep hydrated if we're gonna spend the afternoon sucking dick.”
Before I could protest, Helmut planted me in his truck and drove into the woods on a side road that I had never even noticed before. There were only a few houses at the beginning of the road, and pretty soon the pavement ended. About a mile after that he turned into a driveway which led to a small parking area next to a pond. “Marshall Pond,” he announced as he pulled up beside another pick up truck. There were at least half a dozen vehicles of all sorts sitting unoccupied, but there was only one guy at the picnic tables by the side of the lake.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
He just smirked and said, “You'll see.” He handed me a bottle of water, some condoms, and some tissues. “In case we get separated, but I have more in my pocket.”
We bypassed the picnic area and he led me towards the wall of trees at one side of the parking area. I couldn't see it until we were very close, but there was a small path leading into the woods. Surprisingly there were many even smaller paths that branched off. The woods were fairly wild with dense undergrowth, but there did seem to be some small clearings here and there. As we passed one of the branch paths, I could hear the unmistakable sound of someone getting fucked hard.
Helmut must have heard it too, because he stopped to listen, then asked, “Want to go watch? Might get you in the mood.” I allowed myself to be led quietly down the path until we could see them going at it.
They didn't seem to notice us at first, but after a moment the guy on top caught a glimpse of us, smirked, and leaned forward to whisper something in the other guy's ear. This fellow seemed to tense a bit, but immediately whipped his head around to face us and shouted, “Fuck off!”
Helmut just chuckled. “Usually they like to be watched,” he whispered as we retreated to the main path. “Let's see what else we can find.” A couple of solitary wanderers crossed our path, but they seemed to be on their way out and didn't show any interest, even though Helmut had unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. Soon we came to a branch path and there was a tee shirt hanging on a tree branch at the entrance. “This looks promising,” Helmut mused as he turned off the main path.
Before long we could hear the unmistakable sound of someone enjoying themselves. In a very small clearing we saw a young man on his knees with his back against a tree. Another guy, about the same age was standing in front of him, fucking his face mercilessly. The guy on his knees was holding on for dear life, and it was clear that he was having a hard time swallowing the dick that was being forced down his throat.
“That's what you want, isn't it faggot!” His voice was almost a growl. “You been after that cock for months now, ain't you? You enjoying it?”
It was hard to tell if the guy on his knees was trying to push this guy away, or trying to pull him deeper into his mouth. The only sound he could make was gasping for air whenever the top pulled out a little, or gagging when he shoved his dick all the way in. Helmut stopped suddenly and didn't move. The top guy noticed us at once and smirked, motioning with his head for us to come closer.
“Looks like we got us another dick or two for you to take care of,” he said in a slimy voice. “You want some raw dick in your ass, boy?” He held his head firmly against the tree and continued to fuck the face in front of him, not giving him any chance to respond. Then looking at us he croaked, “Okay, which one of you wants to open him up and lube his ass up with your cum? I got a hot load building up in these balls just waiting to be planted deep inside this little faggot, but I'll let you go first.”
Helmut, who has been standing perfectly still, suddenly strode forward with purpose. Drawing up beside the top he calmly reached down to fondle his balls. “Full of cum, are they?” But before the man could respond, Helmut gave them a hard squeeze and the man's eyes grew big. Helmut pulled him off the boy, pinning him against an adjacent tree with one hand still holding his balls, and the other at the man's throat. “Maybe I should rip them off and see.” Helmut continued to tighten his grip on the stunned man's balls and began twisting them violently. “That's the only way we're going to see any of your cum today, fucker.” His voice was low, but the menace was clear.
“Dad! What are you doing?” It was only then that I saw what Helmut had noticed instantly. The boy who was being face fucked was Kevin. He had recovered himself enough to recognize his father.
“Dad?” the stranger managed to whimper through Helmut's choke hold.
“That's right you little piece of shit. No one calls my son a faggot, and no one forces anything down his throat or up his ass. You got that?” Helmut squeezed his balls again and he winced before nodding that he understood.
“But dad, I wanted him to...”
“We'll talk about this later.” He gave his son a look that shut him up immediately. Then turning back to the young man he had pinned to the tree, he whispered, “I don't ever want to see you anywhere near him again.”
He tried to speak, but couldn't, so Helmut loosened his grip. He managed to say, “ But we work together.”
Helmut looked at Kevin in surprise and asked, “Is this the boy you've had the crush on? Kevin blushed a little and nodded silently. Turning his attention back to Kevin's coworker, he stated simply, “Well I guess this means you are going to be looking for another job, doesn't it?” When he didn't answer Helmut gave his balls another sharp twist and continued, “Or am I going to rip these off here and now?”
He shuddered in pain and tried unsuccessfully to contain a squeak, before pleading, “Please...I'll do whatever you say, just don't...” His words faded into sobs as Helmut held his terror filled eyes in a cold stare. Then without warning, Helmut released him. He crumbled to the ground, clutching his throbbing balls and trying not to cower.
“Now get that sorry ass of yours out of here and don't let me see you around my son again or else those balls are going to be hanging on my Christmas tree this year.” The defeated man pulled his pants up just enough to beat a hasty retreat from the clearing and didn't even try to get dressed until he was out of sight.
While all this was going on I was holding Kevin and checking that he was alright. His dick had been hanging out of his open fly, just like his father's, but otherwise he was still fully clothed and only seemed to have some bark in his hair and dirt on his knees. I ran my hand along the back of his head and he flinched slightly, but I didn't see any blood, so it looked like he was unharmed. “Did he fuck your ass?” I asked quietly once his assailant had gone. He shook his head no but wouldn't look at me. He just stared at the ground and was silent. Surprisingly, Helmut was silent too.
No one moved for a long minute, Then Helmut turned quickly and rushed towards Kevin. I was afraid that his rage was getting the better of him, but instead of berating his son or shouting threats, he gathered him into his arms, tears streaming down his face. Kevin stiffened at first, probably sharing my expectations, but he quickly melted into his father's embrace, a bit confused, but knowing he was safe. I wandered toward the main path, trying to give them some privacy, but they almost immediately followed me and we headed back to the parking area in silence.
Just before we came out into the open, I noticed that they both still had their dicks hanging out of their pants. “Um, boys, don't you think it's time to put those away?” I asked, as I glanced down at their crotches.
“Shit, I forgot...” Helmut sputtered as they both hurriedly adjusted themselves and zipped up their flies. “But it feels so good in the fresh air. Right Kevin?”
His son looked up at him and grinned. Yeah, I guess.” And they both laughed.
“Like father, like son,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I'm not sure this world is ready for another Helmut.”
“Ready or not...” Helmut chuckled as he nudged Kevin with his elbow.
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