Teddy Bear's Forest Picnic

I'm normally the biggest outdoor lover there is. It's exciting for me to follow a dirt trail just to see where it leads and if you get dirty, so be it. But this morning I woke up with scratches all across my stomach and chest. They were bright red and hurt worse when I touched the fresh scars. But scars heal and none of that mattered to me. His arm was around me and every time I tried to get up, that arm was pulling me back inward. So, in the meantime, I enjoyed the hour or so listening to the birds chirping and the squirrels walking by, outside our tent.

It was finally peaceful after weeks of constant stress. When the world shut down, we thought this would last a few days. Then we thought it would last a few weeks. And then we went crazy. I always worked from home so when the world shut down, my hours were cut but nothing really changed for me other than the fact that going to the store for groceries is a little different now. But my boyfriend, Troye was laid off from work months ago and since then, he's been playing video games and going for walks during my work hours. Then in our downtime, we video call each other and make the best out of the bad situation.

One night a week, him and I make our own dinners at our apartments and set up our laptops across the table so we could still have our weekly date night. Troye doesn't complain about work near as much because he's not there to have his boss breathing down his neck. But it's nice to have something resembling normal right now, even if a Skype dinner date is the closest we can get to normal. Don't get me wrong, it's still making us go crazy being cooped up in an apartment alone, miles away from one another. But those Skype dinner dates make me happy.

And by happy, I guess you can say the Skype dates make me happy in more ways than one. I don't remember which of us was the one to head into the bedroom with our laptop first but it's nice to hear him call me a slut again. To be fair to Troye, I do act quite slutty when I'm around him but that's only because I'm a cum whore and I couldn't live without the taste. Sometimes he tries to use my sluttiness against me though and really, I don't mind. For instance, back before the world closed and we'd spend the night over each other's apartment, he'd shoot his load deep in my ass because he knew it would tease me. He always said that he liked the idea of breeding me and that's why he liked to cum in my ass. But really, I think it's because he knows I like the taste too much so I'll go down on him right after and make him shoot a second time in my throat.

But now with the world shut down, our Skype calls have gotten nearly as slutty sometimes. He shoots his load into his hand and then puts his hand up to the camera, letting me see what I'm missing out on. I'm not going to lie though, it's nice because it triggers my mind into remembering that taste on my tongue. And in a weird way, I could taste it even though he's not there in person. It's sort of like when you see a picture of a cheeseburger on the menu at the restaurant. You can start to taste it because it triggers that part of your brain.

It's nice to have him tease me and to see him naked but it's not the same as seeing him in person. And to be honest, I could handle staying inside for weeks and deal with not having to go shopping in malls, which I hate anyway. What bothers me is not being able to see my family or my boyfriend. I can't kiss Troye through a phone or a laptop camera. And that's why we're here in the middle of the forest.

Troye was going mad not being able to do anything besides play video games and go for walks alone. He's been tied up in his apartment and he wasn't even tied up in a good way where his arms and legs are tight against the bed. I've been slowly growing mad not being able to see anyone without an internet app connecting us. So, when Troye had the idea of going camping in a place where no one would be bothered by campers, this is the first place that came to mind. It's a place I used to come to as a kid when my family was fighting and I needed some time away. It's not a camping area and hardly anyone even knows it's here. So, while most people go to state and local parks, these woods are empty.

Troye and I packed our hiking bag for the weekend and texted our families where we were going. We each hiked into the forest from slightly different spots so no one would notice but then we met up at an old bunker which was sticking out of the ground about a quarter-mile into the treeline. We've both walked this trail before from our past adventures, so it was the perfect spot to meet. As soon as I saw him, the next ten minutes or so were spent with my lips on his and my cock sprung up faster than a rooster in the morning. But eventually, we got to hiking and my obvious boner went down.

We found this flat spot of dirt and put up the tent. Troye made a little fire with some flint and his pocket knife while I got the hot dogs out of the container in my backpack and put them on sharpened sticks. We sat by the fire cooking and devouring them. And then a huge bear showed up and we ran for our lives...no, really? Did you fall for that joke? I began this story by telling you how I woke up in the morning in the tent. So, I was just making sure you were paying attention because for this next part, you'll really want to know every detail.

Anyway, by this time it was getting dark but there was still enough light to barely see around the campsite we built for the night. I spent a moment cuddled up next to Troye with his arm around my shoulders. It didn't even matter what we talked about, as long as it got our minds off of things back home and as long as we were next to each other, that's all I needed.

"Do you want another hot dog, Alex?" Troye asked.

"Sorry, we don't have anymore babe. I only brought two 'cause I only had so much room." I replied.

"Not what I meant Alex but good try."

"Oh, you mean...?"

"I mean it's hard not to notice your dick has been pitching its own tent all afternoon so I took a wild guess that you're still hungry."

"Of course I'm hungry for that," I replied with a giant smile as I lifted my head from his shoulder and began to kiss him. I reached my hand up under the thigh of his shorts and slowly made my way to his cock. He was already solid as a rock and had his cock pressed up against his leg so I wouldn't notice at first but there was no mistaking that feeling. Who knew that watching each other eat hot dogs could be so seductive and tease him so much? ...Me, I knew exactly what it would do and I was happy with that. If you don't want a slut as a boyfriend, don't go into the woods with a slut. If you don't want a guy who thinks ten steps ahead of you and tricks you, just so he can get what he wants to eat, don't go into the woods with a slut. Luckily for him, I only get slutty for one man.

But with him already solid as a rock, I pulled my hand out and began unbuttoning his shorts while he took off his shirt. Oh, how I missed that hairy chest of his. I couldn't help but smell his sweat accumulated across his chest as I lowered my head down to his almost ten-inch-long cock sticking up. I pulled down his foreskin with my hand before circling my lips around his mushroom tip like I had done many times before. But this wasn't the dildo I gave a blow job to over our video calls these past few weeks. This was the real thing again and I loved it. I slid my lips down as far as I could before I started to gag. He liked the sound of me gagging on it but I just enjoyed hearing him breathe deeper and moan as my lips slowly went lower and lower.

It had been weeks since I tasted his dick so I was fully intending on taking my sweet time enjoying it. I lifted my lips all the way up to his tip once again before slowing going back down. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to the tip of his cock and forced my head back down a few times more.

"Hey slut boy..." he remarked, "I think I have a better idea." Troye began pulling my head up by the back of my hair and I was happy to follow his commands. We stood up and he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth and started making out with me again as his fingers were unfastening my belt and dropping my shorts to the dirt. He broke away from our kiss just in time to pull my shirt up and take it off of me.

"Someone came prepared like a good little boy scout," Troye said as he cupped the outside of my very full jockstrap. I don't recommend wearing a jockstrap as the only undergarment beneath your shorts when going hiking and camping all day, that is unless you're a slut boy like me. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to a tree which was one of the trees circling our makeshift campsite. Troye faced me towards the tree and told me to wait there. Considering how pent up we both were, I was sure to get a stomach full of his cum if I played along, because I totally didn't plan on getting him horny ;-). And so I did as I was told, as all good slut boys do.

He went back to his backpack and I heard him move things around in his pack to find something. Soon enough, he came back with some rope he brought with him. Normally we use that rope to fix our tent or use on other things you need around a makeshift campsite. After all, we were both boy scouts back in the day so you don't go into the woods without a knife and some rope. But sure enough, Troye instructed me to wrap my arms around the tree trunk and give it a hug before he proceeded to go to the opposite side of the tree and tie my wrists to each other. My ass was now facing our tent and the small campfire which was still burning. But it was impossible for me to move too much seeing that I couldn't untie these knots without seeing them on my wrists and the tree was unmovable.

With my hands secured, Troye furthered his instructions: "Hold on tight, boy." I didn't understand why he was asking me to hug the tree tighter but nevertheless, I hugged the tree tightly with my arms. Troye proceeded to lift my left leg into the air and wrapped it around the tree, just like my arms were. Then he went to my right leg. I squeezed together my thighs around the tree so I wouldn't slide down and so my feet wouldn't touch the ground. Finally, Troye tied my ankles together so I couldn't move them either. I was now dangling off a tree in the middle of the forest. Troye is lucky I trust him.

Twenty minutes hadn't even gone by yet from when I first wrapped my hand around his cock to me dangling off a tree. But I don't know why you're surprised, I told you I'm a slut for him. I couldn't move an inch but that was the way he liked seeing me. I could feel my cock trembling from inside of my jockstrap, which at this point was the only thing saving my cock from getting splinters.

"That's the biggest piece of wood you ever had" Troye laughed.

Needless to say, we were lucky no one was around and no one knew about this area. I was tied to a tree and couldn't move too fast if anyone came across us at this point. But Troye went behind me and picked out a condom packet from his pack. I could hear him slipping it on his ten-inch cock as he made his way back over to me.

But instead of going right for my hole, he wanted to have some fun with his new pinata. And so Troye began slapping my ass, harder and harder with every spank. My ass was bright red by the end, but eager for him to have his way with me. With every spank, I could feel my cock trembling again inside of my jockstrap. He then stuck his hand in front of my mouth and made me suck on his fingers.

His body pressed against mine to hold me tight to the tree as he penetrated my hole with his middle finger and circled it around inside to warm me up. I was breathing heavily for the next few minutes but enjoying every second of it. Then Troye took his fingers out and I knew what was coming next. He grabbed his giant cock and pressed it up next to my hole. As his arms wrapped me and pressed me into the tree, he ever-so-slowly pushed his hips upward as his cock slowly slid into my man-pussy. I was overcome in joy and started moaning, quite proud to be a slut in the forest for the birds and the squirrels to hear.

His cock went deep inside of me and I could feel my insides moving around to make room for such a large visitor. He pulled almost all the way out before asking me, "you ready boy?". With an eager-as-hell mumble, I made it clear that I was ready for anything he wished. He thrust his cock up much faster and began breeding me as fast as he could. He would slow down for a second to catch his breath but then speed back up to full-on ramming mode. With every thrust, my moans were getting louder but no one was within miles to hear. Besides, my moans turn him on and show him that I want to be fucked harder.

I could feel the bark of the tree rubbing against my chest and stomach with every thrust of his body. All I could do was hold on for the ride. But even if it hurt, I liked the pain at that moment and my ass was being opened to new widths so my entire body was loving being his slave. He began kissing the back of my neck and softly biting on my shoulders so I knew he was enjoying me being his slave too. Faster and faster he pounded me into the tree.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and I could feel his cock slightly expand and contract in spurts while deep inside of me. It would normally be at this point when I would feel his warm cum cover my insides. He normally would make me feel like an extra-full cream-filled donut. But in the forest, we can't bring lube so a condom is the next best alternative to forest breeding. I mean, after a few times blowing each other on hikes, we quickly found a way to do more than a blowjob by just bringing a condom with us. He let out another deep breath and kissed my neck again before slowly gliding his cock out of my hole.

"You still hungry, slut?" he politely asked.

I nodded my head up and down, "Yes, please master." I replied.

"Open wide then..." he demanded before I opened my mouth and turned slightly towards him, looking up in the sky. He slid his condom off of his slick cock and held it up above me before pouring all of his warm cum into my mouth.

Once my stomach was full of his cum, he quickly went to his backpack again and came back holding a sharpie marker. My boyfriend likes to overprepare for the forest hikes we go on so if we get lost, he can mark trees to know which ones we went past already. But he began markering my ass, writing 'Cum Slut' on my two ass cheeks. What can I say? It was my favorite part of our session other than seeing him so happy.

Troye then went around to the other side of the tree and untied my legs and then my wrists. The only problem was that I was still his slave so I was still under his control to do whatever he wanted me to do. And so, when he held my hand and pulled me over to the fire, I had to go along. We stood beside the tiny fireplace we made for the night and Troye reached his hand into my jockstrap, soaking wet with precum and pulled out my rigid cock. "Let's put out the fire," he said as he aimed my cock towards it like a fire hose. I reached my hand over to his flaccid cock and did the same. He began spraying the fire but I was too excited to start my stream. And Troye knew it. So, he licked his fingers and began playing with my mushroom head until I started spraying the fire. But soon enough the fire was out and we finished our streams.

He then ran to grab the rope from the ground by the tree before leading me to our tent. We hopped inside, taking off our shoes as we entered. My cock was still at full salute and his mushroom tip was now slowly covering his foreskin as his shaft got softer. Inside the tent, he made me put my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together again. He softly laid me down on my back but now my full weight was resting against my hands, tied up behind me.

Troye finally took off my jockstrap completely and hog-tied my feet together so I was once again helpless to his domination. But that's simply how we both liked it. Troye might try to deny it but he loves sex as much as I do. Only he prefers to top and be dominant and I prefer to do whatever he says in these moments. So, it works out fine for both of us this way.

But before anything further, he began kissing me again while holding my shaft in his strong hand and squeezing it tightly in his grip. He released me from his sloppy kiss, let go of my cock, and suddenly grabbed my wet jockstrap to place it in my mouth and gag me. Troye then set his sight on my cock and wrapped his lips around my mushroom tip before sliding all the way down my six and a half-inch shaft.

I was moaning into the cold, wet fabric of my jock while tasting my own precum on my tongue. He rode my shaft up and down with his hand and lips. I was in a state of pure bliss. The best part was, I still had a cold feeling deep inside of my ass which stays there for hours after a proper breeding session with a man hung like a horse.

I would let out a loud moan through the jockstrap and Troye would suddenly stop. He would start again, I would moan, and he would stop again. Every other time he stopped, he'd quickly spank my ball sack which would send horny shivers up my spine and only make me want to cum more. As I said, I like pain and getting spanked in these moments with him. This was far from his first time torturing me but he knew I enjoyed it and he knew it made for a larger explosion so he kept it up as long as he could.

But after so long, there's only so much twitching my cock could do and I was panting so hard that I forgot how to moan. So, Troye kept sliding his lips softly and slowly up and down my shaft, only this time my cock was exploding no matter what. And when he realized that, some cum went into his mouth which he quickly swallowed but he speedily removed his lips from around my shaft. Troye continued jerking my cock as fast as he could with his hand until every last drop of cum was drained from my balls.

My cum got all over our tent, even hitting the ceiling of the tent and our sleeping bags. It was covering my chest and parts of my face. Troye just wiped the cum off my face and made me lick his fingers dry, as per usual with our handjob sessions. If he didn't want a man to lick cum off of everything, then he shouldn't be dating a cum whore slut like me. But the tent and sleeping bags were something we could clean later. My chest was still covered in white drops of cum and covered in red burn marks from the tree I was tied to earlier.

Troye just proceeded to wipe his hand all over my chest and rub my cum into my skin like it were a skincare product. "You're a good slut boy, so I'll let you sleep in it tonight," he said before removing my jockstrap from my mouth.

"I love you, master," I replied.

"I love you too Alex," he said as he leaned down to give me a kiss again. This time, his kiss was more tenderly and loving than before but the master and slave dynamic ends when we shoot our final loads of the night.

So, then he untied me and wrapped his arm around me, holding me like the smaller spoon I was always meant to be. And hours later, here I am still in his arms and listening to the birds and the squirrels. I woke up an hour before him but I didn't mind listening to the sounds of the forest for a while. Along with being filled with cum and drained from my own, the forest sounds are exactly what I needed to calm down from the world. My prince then woke from his sleep and I turned to kiss him good morning. It took us a while to stop kissing and whispering to tell each other how much we missed sleeping next to one another. But eventually, it was time to clean up our little makeshift campsite to go home again.

We left no trace in the forest but the tree bark really did a number on my chest. Those scars will heal in time but for now, they are a fun reminder of our camping trip together. As we walked back to the edge of the forest holding hands, I think we both knew that we would eventually have to get back in our cars and go to our apartments again. It would soon be another Skype dinner date next weekend and another chance for me to see his cock only through a laptop camera. I think that's why the closer we got to the cars, the tighter he held my hand.

It was romantic to feel him holding me tighter, knowing he would soon have to let me go. But then he just froze in the middle of our conversation. His feet didn't want to take another step. "If I promise to make you dinner when you get done work every day," Troye began saying to me. "And if I get to have your ass and mouth as much as I want, could I stay over for a couple of days longer?... You know I don't go anywhere dangerous and I just want more time with you, Alex."

"If I gave you a kiss right now," I replied, "would you assume my answer would be a yes or a no?"

"A yes," said Troye.

I leaned over and gave him a giant kiss while I groped his cock through his sorts. I didn't let him speak but slowly, I pushed him about a foot backward towards a tree that was behind him. He was pressed up against the tree hard before I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his fly to reveal his cock which was already getting harder by the second. His foreskin was still covering most of his tip but I love his foreskin. It added an extra sweet taste to his cock as it slid across my tongue. I gently slid my lips up and down his shaft until he was at his full ten inches.

Troye started brushing my hair with his hand and as I opened my eyes to look up, his face was smiling ear to ear. I was taking my time slowly gliding my lips down his shaft and sucking in my breath as my lips slid back up towards his tip. But I was taking my time because we both enjoyed it just as much as the other did and there is never any reason to rush it. Making love should never be rushed, even if you're a cum whore, slut boy like me.

But eventually, he grabbed the back of my head and kept my mouth locked on his cock. The more I gagged, the more he seemed to shoot into the back of my throat. Lucky for me, last night didn't drain his balls completely and he had plenty left to give. I released his cock and just looked up to his face towering above me. He looked down and saw I was holding his cum in my mouth. "You can swallow now if you want, slut boy," he instructed.

I swooshed it around my mouth to cover every tastebud with the best taste in the world. Then, I took a big gulp and felt his cum warm my belly before getting back on my feet and putting his cock back inside its zippered cage.

"So, I take it that's a yes?" he asked.

"No, I don't like your terms at all. Unless you're willing to change some terms then that was your last blowjob for a long time." I replied.

"What do you want me to change?"

"Well, first off you would have to wear headphones if you wanted to play video games while I'm working. My boss would kill me if I fell behind even though I have ample time nowadays to do my work."

"Okay, no problem," he replied.

"And WAY more importantly here, you said you would be able to have my ass and my mouth as much as you want,"

"What's wrong with that, sexy? I thought you would've liked that rule."

"Well, it doesn't account for the fact that I'm a cum whore and want your cock more than you want my ass. So, if you stayed over for a couple of weeks, you would be able to have my ass and my mouth as much as I want, which is far more often than the other way around."

"Wait, so you're counter offer is more sex and instead of a couple of days, now it's a couple of weeks?"

"Yeah, I know my rules are harsh, aren't they?" I replied with a smile.

"Well, I would say yes but apparently now we're giving blowjobs to say yes to one another."

"Don't worry, you can always say yes to me when we get to my apartment and hop in the shower together," I replied.