Summer 20201

Summer 2021. Connecticut. Too many days of rain. First sunny day in a week. First day back in the woods. The woods full of so many different fungi – all seemingly called forth by the rain.

In the backpack these days. In the backpack: DEET, no reason to be vulnerable to tickborne diseases. No. Or mosquito bites.

I am already down to just shorts, jock, tee shirt, socks, and boots. I will soon be nude. Not soon enough. But…

And in the back, as well: plenty of water, snacks, a blanket, a towel,… and lost of lube, poppers, no condoms.

This trip is about meeting men for sex. In the woods. Just sex. Like animals. Good.

There is something about this – being nude in the woods. Of course, with enough bug spray, and remembering not to touch any poison ivy, and keeping in mind that sometimes even the skimpiest shorts – like the ones I have on today – at least keep you from getting arrested by a DEEP policeperson (though the what if: what if he just took you back to his truck, or maintenance barn, and just made me (like it would be making me) suck his cock, or let him fuck me, or – only in my dreams – fuck and fist me, or make me a sex toy for all of his on-site visits. Shit. Maybe I should just hike nude.

So, I did. Though that is not what will happen today.

Today, I was on my way for a date, a date long postponed by COVID, a date with the first man who fisted me outdoors, with JJ. Unlike that first date, I knew the way. I knew how to get to our special “spot” from where we parked our cars. I love to drive from home dressed the way I was. I did not care what looks I got from people if I stopped on the way to pick up a coffee to bring along. I said shorts. But these were short, as short as a man could wear, though too short to go commando, and shorts that were cut to accentuate my ass. Sometimes I could see the approving looks of men, men who might be wishing I could be meeting them. And sometimes, like today, there was a man, this time a young one with lots of tattoos, that wish would join me. JJ would not mind.

So, I asked.

He had walked out and seemed to be waiting for something. I went out, paused, then turned to stand next to him. I made eye contact.

“Hello. Hot day. Good to be out.”

“Yeah. Hot.”

“Hot. You. Anything going today?”

“No. Day off.”

“Me too. Meeting a friend soon. In the woods.”

“The woods.”

“Yeah, enjoying some private time in the woods.”

“What kind?”

I responded. “Some fun in the woods. Guys. Interested?” I knew I winked. I guessed he would not take offense as I saw his hand just seem to brush the front of his tee shirt where I just thought I saw his nipples.

“Hey, I’m Bob,” I said. I stepped up to him. Extended my hand.

“Jeff.” He took my hand.

I stepped closer. He took off his shirt. I extended my hand, touched his nipples. He leaned in. We kissed. His hand brushed my hardening cock, hardening once I saw his chest. Hot. I broke the kiss to lick his nipples.

“Here?”

“I said, “Yes.” I stood. We kissed. Tongues probing.

It was hot. Not just the air temperature. Hot. Kissing Jeff. Touching him. Feeling his damp body. I took his hand.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

Both our hands had wedding rings.

“I see you are married. Me too. Funny,” he said.

“You have that right. What I want now is men.”

Jeff agreed.

“Let’s go where I am going and meet J. J. and be men together.”

“Yes.” He touched my ass.

“I hope for more of that.”

“Can’t wait to see your ass.”

I stopped. Let my shorts drop. “For you, buddy.”

“Shit. Thanks.”

His hands were on my ass. A finger probed my cunt.

“Shit. Hot. Let’s get where we are going. I want to fuck you now.”

“Hard?”

“Yes.”

I bent over.

“Why not?”

I had lubed some before I left home.

“So, try me.”

“Shit.”

He did. Hard cock at the opening. I pushed back. I was hungry. My cunt was ready.

“Fuck. Bob.”

He slid in me. No resistance. Perfect. There on the path. Two men fucking. Sweet.

He pulled out.

“Better not here.”

“O.K.” I turned around. I had to taste his cock. I did.

“Shit, Bob. Hot. But let’s go. Lead on.”

I did. Another 500 yards or so. No one else on the path. Just the two hungry men. Us. At the turn-off, I took his hand.

“Here, Jeff. JJ should be waiting for us. Maybe you saw the small orange tag on the tree there. Our sign. Since when we first started meeting.”

“Cool.”

We slipped in. The trail seemed to disappear. To follow us, you would have to know what we knew. Now Jeff knew. Maybe would meet here again. I already hoped so. He was so hot. The sweat beading on his chest. I just had to stop, turn around, and start to like his nipples again, taste that sweat.

“Fuck, Bob. You know what to do.”

“I do.”

We were into the clearing in another hundred yards.

The clearing. The special spot. Not reached by a trail for humans. Maybe for deer. You could see if it you looked for it. Not hard to follow, especially once you knew the way. A path that opened into the amazing open space in the tall trees. Over time, we had policed the undergrowth. JJ lived close by, and he had used the  created a wonderful sling in the woods, not in the center, but not private, Intimate, yet public. We knew that being outdoors was inherently not private, But, we knew we had to be here. Fucking, fisting, in a kind of public space, In the sun. With a sturdy steel frame. A sling made of Sunbrella.  Hung at just the right height for all the good things we wanted to and did do. With a spot on one side where JJ was. Nude. Hard. Stroking. Where the sling was.

JJ. Nude. I stopped to strip. Jeff did the same.  I showed Jeff that we put our clothes at a distance from where we played. Part of our commitment to being open here in the open.

“Hey, JJ. This is Jeff. Jeff. JJ.”

“Welcome.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, I guess you know what we are up to here. At least, nude sun bathing.” J.J. gave us that look, winked.

I bent over. Jeff took the hint. So did JJ. Jeff back in my hole.  JJ in my mouth.

JJ said, “We know what Bob is here for.”

They laughed.

“Jeff and Bob. Break it off. We have to get the bug spray on and the sun tan oil. Then let’s get this pig in the sling where he belongs. For starters.”

How we enjoyed the suntan oil drill. Hands on hungry bodies. I made sure to get to know as much of Jeff’s body as I could. I feasted on it. The coconut oil smelled terrific. I could not resist his nipples, or under his arms, his cock, his havy balls, his hot legs, his sweet, firm, tight ass - and his hole did not resist the oiled finger that sought out his cunt.

 My oiled hands could not get enough. I knew that I had to get into the sling, but I also knew that had to rim his hole. I loved the feeling of the oil on my face as I worked my way to his sweet opening. Damn, it was good. I was beginning to be addicted to ass hole, like I was now addicted to being fisted. Life is good. Even for a married man. Especially now, here, these woods with JJ and Jeff.

And their hands on my body. On JJ’s. All hands. Everywhere. JJ rimmed Jeff’s hole. He would wait to get mine when I was in the sling. Jeff bent over. JJ fucked him. No condoms. I loved watching JJ’s cock in Jeff’s ass. A good time to jub my hands on his back. Then I ducked down to suck Jeff’s swinging cock, but not before letting it swing into my face, then into my open mouth.

“Fuck, JJ. So good. Fuck me.”

Would he cum in my mouth. I wanted that to wait, so I got up. I climbed in the sling. Jeff moved toward me. Took my cock in his mouth. JJ fucked him. Hard. Jeff was grunting deep in his throat. He was loving this. Maybe not what he had expected when we went out this morning.

Nice. Hot sun. Jeff – spit roasted. A good way to become part of three group. I saw JJ eyeing his ass. Hungrily. He loved fucking. He loved ass play. JJ. One hot man. I loved him. He was on fire fucking Jeff. I knew he wanted to cum in this new hole, then get Jeff to step up on the blocks on either wide of the sling, blocks set so a man could give his ass to be eaten by the man in the sling.

…

How long have been in the sling? How long have they been fucking me? My body is dripping with sweat. I feel someone pissing on me. I open my eyes. It is JJ. Jeff is in my hole. Pounding me. It seems like his cock is so deep in my it is in the opening of my colon.

Yes, they took me into a zone. JJ had done that before. Where all I could sense was mu body as an object to him, as a subject to me, seeing only pulsing red image in my mind’s eye as his cock took me over.

“Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck me.” I heard a voice. It was mine.

And they fucked me. Would someone take my place? I wanted to see JJ fuck Jeff again. I wanted to see if I could fuck Jeff. If I could cum in him and then fast on my load right out of his hole. I could see JJ and Jeff kissing each other as they took turns fucking me.

Poppers. Yes poppers. I had been poppered up.

“More, Bob?”

“No. Yes. I want to see you fuck Jeff. Will you fuck Jeff? I want your load out of his pussy.”

“Yes.”

“Out of the sling?”

“Sure, but we are not done with you. We want more of your cunt.”

“O.K.”

JJ helped me out of the sling. We helped Jeff in. Jeff. Hot man, also wet with sweat. His legs were apart. I could see his ass lips. Dripping. JJ’s cum. I knelt down and sucked that load out of his hole. I held it in my mouth.

“Open your mouth, Jeff.”

He did.

I opened my mouth a let the load slip into his mouth. Then I kissed him. As our lips locked, JJ was back in his hole. The sling began to sway. I stood back to watch. Moving up to let Jeff take my cock in his mouth. Stepped back to pinch his nipples. Moving over the kiss JJ while he fucked this hunk of a man. Standing behind JJ to feel my hard cock run between JJ’s ass cheeks. Feeling the desire to fuck rising. Finding a stance that let me slip my cock into JJ’s hole. Finding the rhythm so we could be three men fucking. Fucking. Hot. Dripping. So centered on being rutting pigs.

I pulled out of JJ. He pulled out of Jeff.

“Fuck him. Damn, your cock felt good.”

I entered Jeff’s wet, loose cunt. JJ entered mine. We started to fuck. Fuck. Incredible. I enjoyed being in this man, my hands on his chest. I enjoyed JJ’s cock in my cunt. His hands on my shoulders. Three men fucking.

How long before I would cum?

You all know that feeling of a hard cock in a wet, warm ass hole. The tightness, then looseness. That feeling of “popping” in to an open space. The bottom’s using his sphincter to grab your cock, try to “hold” it, letting go, that wonder moment when you are balls deep, the beauty of the ass shuddering from the “attack”, and, if the hole has been fucked enough, the amazing beauty of the ass lips pulled out when you start to pull out. Jeff’s ass was incredible. He was obviously well fucked.

“You guys are taking me raw?”

“Only,” said JJ.

“Cum in me. I want cum in me. Any cum now. I am only happy now when I have sex with men. Thank you, Bob, for bringing me here. Fuck me, Bob. Then let me fuck you again.”

“Fuck, yes.”

We were in the sun, Nude. Sex. So focused on cocks and ass and cum. Wonderful.

Then I exploded in his hole. I felt ropes of cum bursting from my cock. Wow. I had not bred anyone for a long time. I was usually, well, almost always to bottom when I played with J.”

“Fuck, you are cumming in me!!” Jeff shouted out. “Breed me.”

I was. I pushed my cock in deep. Kept it there. Then pulled out.

“Jeff, get in the sling,” said JJ.

We helped him in. Attached his wrists and ankles. Made sure his hole was as open as possible.

“What could be next,” asked Jeff.

“You’ll see,” said Jeff.

“Lube up your hand, Bo, while I fuck Jeff.”

I did. He did. It was so hot to be lubing up while watching Jeff get fucked again, swinging.

“Give him some poppers, Bob.”

I did.

“Huff, Jeff, baby. One, two, three, four, five.”

He did.

“I brought a gas mask. Charge it up. This pig is going to get a full initiation, O.K.?”

“For sure.”

JJ pulled out.

“Damn, I feel empty,” said Jeff.

“We will fill you baby. Ever take a fist? You will…” said JJ.

“No. Yes. Now. Take me. Make me a total pig like you guys.”

“Bob will Jeff. And I will be joining in. Damn your hole looks good.”

Before we started, JJ dove in to feast on that cunt. We took turns. We kissed.

“Fist me. Please. But don’t stop.”

We feasted, then JJ gave me a sign. I got to work. I stood so my lubed hands could start their work.

Jeff’s ass lips revealed their joy – puffy, extended, pink and red, responsive to my fingers as the touched them, parted them, began to open them, slowly, softly, gently, lovingly. This was always a special moment of deep intimacy- the first encounter in a series of encounters leading to total penetration. I took my time. Jeff was purring.

After some many minutes, time to begin the second stage, preceded as it was by my tonguing of the inside of his ass lips. Extraordinary.

“Oh, Bob.”

As I was doing this, JJ was gently rubbing his chest, flicking his nipples, or kissing his lips, or holding his head, rubbing his cheeks.

I started with two fingers. Quickly added a third, then the fourth. Thurstong the, up to my knuckles, turning my hand.

“Ah…”

Then I added the thumb, forming the cone. Up to my knuckles. Turning my hand. Feeling him respond. His hole yielding, less tense. I could feel him begin to want to thrust down on those fingers, wanting, wanting, wanting.

“Fist me. Please. Bob.”

As I pulled my hand out to make into a clenched fist to start the next phase, JJ prepared the popper gas mask.

I put my clenched fist on Jeff’s hungry opening. JJ told him that he would be wearing a popper gas mask. The Jeff should let us know if it was too much. But that he, JJ, would remove every so often just to be careful. He told Jeff not to be concerned if we saw me put one on.

“Jeff, just let this happen, man. Let it happen. Happen.”

I started gently to punch his hole. Increasing the pressure slowly, but steadily. I could feel Jeff’s hole yielding, taking me. Slowly. I knew he wanted it. More punching, slow, steady, more. Then I signaled to JJ to put the mask on.

“Here comes the mask, Jeff. Once it is on start breathing.”

“O.K.”

He put it one. I could see his eyes through the eye holes. I could sense the wonder in them. With my fist at his hole, pushing, I could feel the effect of the poppers, the further loosening of this man’s anus. He beathed. I pushed, punched, began to go in, slowly. More breathing, pushing, then punching, slow at first, faster, harder. More lube. More breathing. Then. In! Past my wrist.

Jeff knew to take the mask off.

“Fuck, guys! Fuck! Fuck! Fist me!”

Shit I did. Twisting my wrist. Withdrawing, then punching back in. Jeff put the mask pack on Jeff. It was time. Time for him to put the buddy mask on me, to see me fisting poppered up. Fuck this was so good.

Jeff took my punching, twisting, pulling almost out to pull his ass lips out. The poppers were giving me a rush of lust for this. And a desire for a fist in. JJ was behind me. I parted my legs. He started punch his way into my hole. He loved to fist me standing up. Here he was fisting me as I fisted Jeff. We got into a rhythm of faggot lust. I stepped back as JJ put his second hand in my ass, telling me to sit on his arms. He was wrecking my cunt.

“Yes.”

We broke. Got the mask of Jeff. Then JJ took Jeff’s sloppy hole. Loving it while I fed him my cock. Shit. This was so good.

“Stop?”

That was Jeff.

“O.K.”

“Let me catch my breath guys. Fuck. Wow. Shit.”

As he rested JJ put a new mask on me and went back to work. I was on all fours on the ground. Loving this. Loving this man. Then feeling another set of hands on my body, Jeff.

We finally stopped. How long had we been at this? Not long enough.

“Hey, guys,” said Jeff. Got to get home. Hope I get there before she does so I can shower off the sweat and cum and lube.”

“Good luck.”

“Same for me,” I said.

We gathered our gear. Put on our socks, shorts, and shoes. We walked out without shirts. We would put them on at cars. I could see evidence our lust of their bodies. I knew mine showed the same.

We took Jeff’s number. Gave him ours. We would meet again.

“JJ and Bob, I wonder if my hole will close?”

I said, “It will, but we will open it again.”

“Ciao.”

A three-way kiss. Sweaty men. Kissing. Ought we have wondered who might have seen us. Too late.