"Hey, watch where you're going!"
The sudden outburst yanked me out of my tranquil nature-induced haze. I'd been meandering through the dense underbrush, my eyes peeled for any signs of wildlife, my mind a canvas for the vibrant palette of green, brown, and gold that the forest painted. The voice was gruff but not unkind, and it had a peculiar echo to it that seemed to dance through the trees.
Turning to face the interruption, I found myself staring at a man, sprawled out under a mighty oak, his clothes in a heap beside him. His skin glistened with sweat, and he was indeed naked as a Jay, his body splayed in a way that suggested he was used to being unseen in such a state. He had the build of a forestry worker, with broad shoulders and a chest that looked like it had been carved from the very trees that surrounded us. I felt my cheeks warm up, and for a split second, I contemplated retreating to maintain the illusion of my solitary adventure. But then, curiosity got the better of me.
"Sorry," I called back, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of my heart. "Didn't mean to disturb you. Just passing through."
The man looked me up and down, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "You're not from around here, are you?" His voice was as rough as the bark of the tree that shaded him, yet there was a warmth to it that made me want to lean in closer. "I don't recall seeing you on any of the trails. Lost?"
I raised an eyebrow at his assumption. "No, just enjoying the view." The words slipped out before I could think better of them, and immediately, I regretted the potential double meaning. He chuckled, the sound rumbling through the clearing.
"Well, I guess I'm part of the view today," he said, his eyes glinting with mirth. "I'm Simon. I like to call this my spa. It's called 'dendrotherapy', tree bathing. Supposed to be good for the soul."
"I'm Steve," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "And I've never heard of tree bathing before."
Simon's smile grew wider, revealing a set of teeth that were straight and white, a stark contrast to his tanned, semi-bearded face. "It's all about connecting with nature," he explained, his hand reaching out to touch the rough bark of the oak. "Letting the trees cleanse and heal you."
I stood towering over Simon, who I guessed was about late forties or perhaps early fifties, although it was hard to tell with his weathered looks from a life spent outdoors in all weathers. My eyes were sort of transfixed on his naked form, taking in his hairy chest with a circumcised penis that rested on top of a fine bush of pubic hair. I noted it was straight as a die without a minor bend, which most men have, and he was longer than most men, guessing he was perhaps eight inches and thicker than most, leaving me a little worried that my “mate” was marginally inadequate. His legs and arms were strong and muscular, and his big toes were unusually long, well certainly longer than mine, as I wondered why I was captivated by his toes. "I get the connecting with nature part, but why naked?" I enquired.
Simon sat up, the muscles in his stomach rippling as he did so and gestured for me to sit down with him. "Clothes are just barriers," he said, his voice as smooth as the trunk of the Silver Birch in the distance. "They separate us from the earth, from the trees. When you strip down, you're just another creature of the forest." He paused, his eyes searching my face as if looking for scepticism. "The bark against your bare skin, the leaves tickling your back, the warmth of the sun kissing your body, it's all part of the experience."
He spoke with such conviction that I couldn't help but be drawn in by his words. The idea of shedding my clothes and joining him in this bizarre ritual began to take root in my mind. I looked around at the untouched beauty of the forest, the way the sunlight danced through the leaves, creating a mottled pattern on the ground. Maybe he was onto something.
"Why don't you try it?" Simon suggested.
My initial thought was to decline. The idea of stripping down and lying naked under a tree was sort of outside of my comfort zone. I had always considered myself a pretty conservative type of guy. But then, I remembered the reason for my solitary retreat into the forest. The stifling office job, the endless cycle of routine, and the lack of any real excitement in my life. Perhaps a bit of tree bathing was just what I needed to shake things up.
"I'm not sure, Simon, it's a comfort zone issue, I guess, and I'm sort of a very conservative type of guy in reality," as I continued to admire his body and confidence.
Simon chuckled, the sound echoing through the clearing. "The forest doesn't care about your office job or your fancy clothes, Steve. It's a place where you can be free, wild, and uninhibited." He gestured to my hiking attire. "You're conventionally dressed, I can give you that, I can even probably guess your job, and I would even hazard a guess by suggesting your underwear is pretty conventional as well, but are you ready to truly experience the forest? Go on, take a risk for once in your life and join me."
"I tell you what, Simon, if you guess my profession, I will join you," I responded.
"No pressure then Steve," Simon replied whilst scratching his forehead, pondering as I remained a tower over his naked form.
"Ok, let me think," he said with a smirk. "I'd say you're an accountant, probably work in the city. And your underwear," he chuckled, "I'm betting on something... classic, like...Jockey Y-fronts. Am I close?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Not an accountant, but you're on the right track. I'm a software engineer." I admitted with a chuckle.
"And your underwear?" Simon asked.
"You sort of guessed correctly, but not Jockey. Fruit of the Loom? My wife bought them from Amazon USA. She liked them and she buys all my underwear and, well, all my clothes." I couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a bit self-conscious about my admittedly dull choice of undergarments, but not perhaps my fault.
Simon chuckled at my admission. "Cool. I haven't seen that design of underwear on a guy in the UK, although I have seen them in the movies. Just like Hanes, in design, I guess. Let's have a look and come on, join me."
“Yep, almost similar in design,” I responded with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as I began to slowly peel off my layers of clothing. First, I took off my shirt, revealing my pale, slightly overweight torso to the open air. Next were my shoes and socks, the feeling of the cool forest floor beneath my bare feet sending a shiver up my spine. Then, with a deep breath, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, standing there in nothing but my tighty-whities, feeling the unfamiliar brush of fabric against my legs as the warm breeze danced around my exposed body.
Simon's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of my aroused cock pressing against the cotton material. "Well, I can see the forest air agrees with you," he said with a smirk, not bothering to hide his gaze. I felt a surge of self-consciousness, but also a strange thrill at being seen by this stranger in such a vulnerable state.
I couldn't tell if he was judging me or admiring my unexpected virility, but his gaze was intense and unwavering as a I slipped my tighty whities down and off, adding them to the pile of clothes as I sat down next to him, my cock pointing straight up.
Sorry about my erection," I muttered.
Simon's smirk grew into a full-blown smile. "Don't worry about it," he said, his eyes still lingering on my cock. "It's a natural reaction. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before, and the forest also provides extra support, so I expect you will see some minor changes during your time here."
“Extra support?” I asked.
Simon smiled, “Yep, the forest is a fine balance of fertility and virility that your body feels when we don’t wear shoes. All you have to do is go barefoot through the forest, and your body will feel the change as it embraces the fertility and virility that Mother Nature supplies.”
With a deep breath, I lay down on my stomach, my face buried in a pillow of soft moss and leaves. The coolness of the earth seeped into my skin, and almost immediately, I felt a wave of tranquillity wash over me. The scent of the forest, usually faint and distant, was now all-consuming, filling my nostrils and lulling my senses into a state of blissful serenity. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves became a gentle symphony, the occasional bird calls a delightful solo in the grand performance of nature.
As I lay there, I began to understand what Simon meant about connecting with the earth. Every inch of my bare body felt alive and rejuvenated, as if I were absorbing the energy of the forest itself. I could feel the roughness of the ground beneath me, the occasional twig poking into my flesh, but instead of discomfort, it brought a strange, grounding sensation that made me feel more connected to the world around me than ever before.
Simon lay down beside me, his naked form a stark contrast to the verdant backdrop. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the breeze. "It's like coming home, isn't it?" he murmured.
"Yeah," I agreed, my voice barely more than a whisper. "It is," as I looked at him noting that his cock was still hard even though he appeared relaxed as much as the rest of his body.
We lay there in companionable silence for quite a while, the only sounds the whispers of the leaves and the distant sounds of the forest. My heartbeat slowed, and my thoughts grew quieter, until all I could hear was the gentle symphony of the forest.
Eventually, I worked up the courage to ask Simon about his life. "What do you do when you're not... tree bathing?"
He chuckled; the sound muffled by the foliage beneath us. "I'm a forestry warden," he said. "I've spent most of my life in these woods. They're a part of me."
His words resonated with me, and I found myself feeling envious of his simple yet profound connection to nature. "It must be amazing," I said, "to be able to just... be out here."
"It has its perks," he agreed. "But it's not always easy. You have to be tough, resilient." He paused, his eyes opening to gaze at me. "You know, you're pretty brave, Steve. Not many folks would strip down and try this on a whim, and certainly not with a stranger."
I felt my cheeks warm again, and I knew it wasn't just from the heat of the sun. "Thanks," I said, feeling a strange bond forming between us. "It's definitely... an experience."
As the midday sun warmed my body, I found myself relaxing even more. My erection, though, hadn’t subsided, but I felt at ease, as my body pressed against the welcoming embrace of the earth.
"You know," Simon said, his voice a low rumble beside me, "sometimes, the forest gives us what we need, even when we don't know we need it and I certainly know that as I get older, whilst other men become less sexually active, my tree bathing revitalises my body in very different ways."
“Is that so?” I asked as I turned my head to look at him again, unsure what he meant, but his gaze was unfocused, lost in thought. “Perhaps the forest effects my cock because it won’t go down.”
“Yep, that quite often happens, but just relax and go with the flow,” Simon responded as the sunlight highlighted his body. I realised that perhaps this random encounter was exactly what I had been searching for in the depths of the woods. An escape from the mundane, a chance to embrace the wildness that lay just beneath the surface of our everyday lives.
The tension I was feeling dissipated as we lay there, our bodies close but not touching. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and the scent of the earth was intoxicating. And as the last of my inhibitions melted away, I found myself rolling over onto my back, my hand brushing against the warm skin of his thigh.
Simon didn't flinch or pull away. We just lay there, eyes closed in silence, continuing to enjoy our bath and the sounds of the forest. And then, with a gentle touch, he reached over and laid his hand on my thigh, his fingertips tracing a pattern on my bare skin. The contact was light, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
"You've got leaf mould on your cock," Simon said, jerking me out of my meditative state. "Mind if I pick it off?"
I opened one eye to peer at him, his hand already hovering over my crotch. "Uh, sure," I replied, feeling a strange mix of awkwardness and excitement.
Simon's hand was surprisingly gentle as he began to pluck the leaf mould from my cock, his fingertips brushing against my skin with a feather-light touch. I could feel every single leaf and piece of debris being removed, the sensation sending a tingle through my body. It was soothing, almost ticklish, and despite the initial discomfort of having another man touch me so intimately, I found myself growing more relaxed with each touch as I became more and more aroused.
As he continued to pick the leaf mould off, his thumb grazed the underside of my cock, and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. His fingers searched for more material to remove as he got closer and closer to my balls with each attempt. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and my cock grew harder under his touch, and I was pretty sure I was leaking precum.
"Steve, you said you are a software engineer. Do you know that my cock loves software engineers."
I jolted at his sudden and unexpectedly crude statement, my eyes shooting open to meet his gaze. But instead of finding lewdness, I saw a spark of mischief in his eyes. "What do you mean?" I managed to ask, my voice a bit strained.
"Well, everyone knows that forestry wardens like wood," Simon said with a grin, "but perhaps software engineers like getting down to the bare code of nature." He winked, and my cheeks flushed even hotter. His touch had shifted from gentle to purposeful, his thumb now circling the base of my shaft as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my neck. "Let's see if we can debug any issues you might be having."
Before I could react, Simon's mouth was on my left nipple, his tongue exploring my skin as he nibbled on my erect nipple with a passion that was as surprising as it was exhilarating. His hand continued to work my cock, his grip firm and sure, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. It had been so long since anyone had touched me with such confidence, and the combination of his words and his actions was sending me spiralling into a vortex of arousal.
As his mouth moved down my chest, I felt his hot breath on my stomach, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he approached my cock. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as his hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, guiding it closer to his waiting lips. And then, without preamble, his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding along the length of my erection with a skill that left me gasping for air.
Simon's eyes remained locked with mine, the mischief in them now replaced with a fierce intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. He took me in deep, his throat working around my cock as he began to suck with a rhythm that seemed to match the very beat of my heart and that of the surrounding forest. My hips bucked involuntarily, pushing myself further into his mouth, and he responded by taking me even deeper, his hand pumping in time with the motions of his head.
The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of his wet, warm mouth surrounding me, his tongue playing with the slit at the tip, and the occasional graze of his teeth sending bolts of pleasure through my body. The forest around us had faded into a blur, my entire world now focused on the connection between us, the give and take of this unexpected intimacy.
I reached down to run my fingers through his hair, the short, coarse strands feeling almost electrified against my skin. He looked up at me, his eyes watering slightly, but his gaze never wavering as he took me deeper still, his throat working to accommodate my length. It was an incredible sight, this rugged man of the woods on his side, suck my cock, worshiping my body with such unabashed enthusiasm.
His hand slipped between my legs, his fingers finding my tight balls and gently massaging them as he sucked me off. The dual sensation was too much, and I knew I wouldn't last long. "Simon," I moaned, my voice hoarse from the effort of holding back. "I'm going to... I'm going to cum."
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and redoubled his efforts, his mouth moving faster, his hand squeezing my balls just a little tighter. And then, with a groan of delight that echoed through the trees, I came, my semen spurting into his mouth as he eagerly swallowed, his tongue still lapping at my cock as I bucked and twitched in the throes of the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced.
When I finally opened my eyes, he pulled me to lie on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, the scent of sex mingling with that of the earth. Simon's eyes were closed, a contented smile playing on his lips as he lay there, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his recent exertion.
"Wow," I managed to murmur, still trying to catch my breath.
"Glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice a low rumble beneath me. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, his gaze filled with something that looked suspiciously like affection. "But we're not done yet," as he embraced me, his cock now pressing against my ass. "Would you like to sit on my meat?" he asked, his voice filled with a teasing lilt that made my heart race.
I nodded, unable to find words as he reached for a small bottle of lube from his pile of discarded clothes. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, the sound of the gel squelching in the quiet of the forest. I felt the tip of one of his digits at my entrance, and I couldn't help but tense up.
He paused, looking into my eyes. "Relax, Steve. This is all about connection, remember?"
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax, and soon his finger was sliding into me, the coolness of the lube a stark contrast to the heat of my body. He moved slowly, gently stretching me open, his eyes never leaving mine. When he was satisfied with my readiness, he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the head of his cock.
The initial pressure was intense, but I pushed back, eager to take him in. He groaned as he sank into me, filling me up in a way that was both thrilling and slightly uncomfortable. I adjusted my position, my knees straddling his hips as he lay back against the mossy ground, his arms supporting my back.
We moved together, our bodies syncing in a dance as old as the forest itself. His cock slid in and out of me, and with each stroke, I felt myself becoming more and more lost in the sensation. The trees seemed to sway in time with our movements, the sunlight playing across our skin like a lover's caress.
Simon leaned down to kiss me, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. I felt alive, more alive than I had in years, as we fucked beneath the canopy of leaves. His hips bucked upwards, meeting my downward thrusts, and our moans filled the clearing.
As I grew closer to another climax, I reached down to stroke my cock, the familiar feeling of pleasure building within me. But it was when Simon reached to squeeze my nipples that I lost all control, my body convulsing as I came for a second time, my cock spurting cum onto his stomach and chest.
Simon followed shortly after, his orgasm shuddering through him as he filled me with his hot, thick seed. As a sat back onto his cock enjoying the sensation of him filling me, he continued to pump his seed, the multiple spasms forcing what seemed like a never-ending flow of cum being released from his body.
I couldn't take it anymore, the sensation overwhelming me as I collapsed onto his chest creating a sandwich of my cum between our bodies. We lay there for a moment, his arms wrapped round my back as my head snuggled against his chest, our breathing ragged and our hearts racing, before he pulled out allowing his cum to dribble out of me onto the forest floor.
"The forest will enjoy your seed Steve," Simon said, as I delighted in the sensation of his cum leaking down my legs as I stood up, my eyes remained glued to his still hard cock and his chest, coated with the remains of cum and lube.
The forest was quiet once more, the only sounds the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves. I was feeling a connection, not just with nature, but with another human being in a way that was raw, unfiltered, and beautifully imperfect, as I stepped away to relieve myself.
"You don't have to walk away to have a leak, Steve," Simon said.
I quizzically looked at him. "What are you saying? I shouldn't take a leak in the forest?"
Simon chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath me as he propped himself up on both elbows. "No, I mean, you can do it here," he said, gesturing to his belly button. "It's all part of the natural cycle. We take from the earth, and we give back, but in doing so, I get to enjoy the feeling."
I felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the prospect, but something about the situation had unlocked a wildness within me that I never knew existed. So, with a shrug, I positioned myself over him, my cock still hard and dripping from our recent encounter. I began to piss, the warm stream arcing through the air to splatter onto his stomach, painting him in a golden shower.
As the urine hit him, his eyes lit up with a strange delight, and he closed them, his mouth curving into a smile. He reached up, catching the flow with his hand, and brought it to his mouth, tasting it. "It's all part of the experience," he murmured, his eyes still closed. "The forest feeds us, and we feed the forest in return."
I watched, transfixed, as he took a deep breath and leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the last droplets from my cock. He stood, his body a sculpture of masculine beauty, and stepped closer, his cock hard as he reached for my face, bringing his cum and urine covered hand to my mouth.
Without hesitation, I opened for him, tasting the saltiness of myself on his fingertips. His eyes searched mine, seeking approval or rejection. And when he found none, only curiosity and a newfound hunger, he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues met in a dance of shared fluids, the taste of our bodies mingling together as we explored each other's mouths.
The kiss grew more intense, and before I knew it, he was pushing me backwards until I knelt on the soft forest floor, the scent of trees and earth rising around us. His cock, still erect, hovered just above my face, a testament to the power of the moment.
With a wicked smile, Simon stepped back slightly, his hand moving to his cock. I watched, my heart racing, as he began to pee, the arc of his urine starting to fall towards me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and yet, I found myself eagerly awaiting the sensation.
As the first drops hit my face, I couldn't help but gasp. The warmth was surprising, the sensation of being bathed in someone else's urine both strange and exhilarating. I closed my eyes and let the stream wash over me, feeling it run down my face, into my mouth, and over my chest. The smell was musky, but not unpleasant, just another layer to the intoxicating scent of the woods.
He pissed with the abandon of a man who had done this a thousand times before, the stream growing stronger and more forceful as he emptied his bladder. It cascaded over my head, soaking my hair and running down my body in rivulets. I opened my mouth, letting the warm fluid fill me, swallowing greedily as it hit my tongue. The taste was faintly salty, a reminder of the life-giving essence we all shared.
As he finished, I sat back on my heels, my body glowing with a newfound sense of freedom and excitement. The forest floor was a canvas of our shared experience, a mosaic of cum and urine and the detritus of our encounter. Simon offered me a hand, helping me to my feet, his body shimmering with the remnants of our passion.
We stood there for a moment, panting and smiling at each other, two strangers united by the ancient rhythms of the earth. The sun had moved slightly in the sky, casting a new pattern of light across the clearing, and the world felt both vast and intimate, a place where anything was possible.
"Thank you," I whispered, the words seeming inadequate for what we had just shared.
Simon's smile grew even wider. "It's what the forest does to you," he said, his voice still husky with desire. "It brings out the wildness in us all."
And as we stood there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one where the boundaries between man and nature, between pleasure and pain, between the wild and the tame, had been forever blurred.
Simon ran his fingers through my urine-soaked hair, the tangles coming loose with ease under his gentle touch. His eyes searched mine, looking for a response to his unspoken question. "If you're around tomorrow," he finally spoke, his voice a soft murmur against my ear, "it's supposed to be a great day. We could get better acquainted."
I nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of another day with this enigmatic man. "Yeah, I can make arrangements," I said, my voice still thick with lust. "But we still have the rest of today, if you fancy."
Simon's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, pulling me back into his embrace. We kissed deeply, our tongues tangling together as our bodies pressed against each other. His cock remained hard like mine. It was as if the earth itself was pulsing with a newfound energy, a vibrant force that thrummed through us both, the fertility of forest life, infecting us with sexual energy and desire.
Breaking the kiss, Simon took my hand and led me into the forest, the lube gripped firmly in his other hand. The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the mossy floor. We walked in silence, our footsteps quiet on the soft carpet of pine needles and leaves. The forest felt alive around us, as if every creature and plant were aware of our nakedness and the intimate connection we shared.
We ventured deeper into the woods, the path becoming more obscured, but Simon seemed to know exactly where he was going. The trees grew taller, their branches entwined above us like the limbs of lovers. The air grew cooler, and goosebumps rose on my skin, not from the temperature but from the thrill of the unknown. Every step was a revelation, a peek into a world that most people never got to see.
As we walked, my thoughts grew clearer, my senses sharper. The scent of the earth beneath my bare feet was intoxicating, and the rustle of leaves and distant calls of birds were like a symphony playing just for us. My body felt alive, my muscles taut and responsive, and my cock, gosh, my cock, constantly hard after at least thirty minutes of walking through the trees, leaking precum in strength and quantity I have never experienced, pointing the way like a divining rod to hidden pleasures.
Simon too had the same problem, his virility awesome to behold as I admired his circumcised cock. Since we had left the oak tree, he hadn't lost his erection, and I was starting to feel desire and the need to embrace it again.
Finally, Simon stopped at a small clearing, the sunlight breaking through the canopy in a dappled pattern that bathed the ground in an erotic glow. He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. "Here's where we'll continue if you like." His voice was low and thick, a promise of the passion to come.
"I need to feel your meat again inside me," I said as I dropped to the forest floor, waiting on all fours for Simon to take me again.
The sound of his lube squeezing out of the bottle seemed unnaturally loud in the hushed stillness of the woods. He knelt behind me, his hands gliding over my back as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. His fingers found my ass, spreading me open as he applied the gel in a way that was both gentle and commanding. He knew exactly how to make me feel desired, how to prepare me for his thick cock.
He positioned himself behind me, the tip of his erection pressing against my hole, which was still slick from our previous encounter. I pushed back eagerly, and with a grunt of pleasure, he slid into me, filling me. The sensation was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that was heightened by the knowledge that we were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the untamed beauty of the forest.
Our bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed almost primal, the sounds of our skin slapping together and our ragged breaths piercing the quiet. The leaves crunched beneath us as we rocked back and forth, our moans mingling with the calls of the wildlife. The scent of the earth and our mingled sweat filled the air, adding to the heady experience.
As Simon's thrusts grew deeper and more urgent, I felt the beginnings of another orgasm building within me as I pushed back against him. His hand found my cock again, stroking it in time with his movements, and suddenly, I was coming, my seed spurting out onto the forest floor as he continued to fill me.
He groaned, his climax following quickly, and I felt the hot spurt of his cum deep inside me. He held still, his breathing ragged, as he filled me before finally withdrawing, allowing me to collapse onto the ground as I rolled onto my back, only for Simon to straddle my hips, playing with my nipples.
The forest felt like it was holding its breath, as if it too had been waiting for this moment of release. And as he sat and I lay there, panting and exhausted, the world slowly started to come back into focus. The chirp of birds, the rustle of leaves, the coolness of the earth beneath us. It was a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of what had just happened.
Simon looked into my face, his hand still resting on my thigh. "You know," he said, his voice still a little shaky, "not many people get to experience this kind of connection."
I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. The truth was, I had never felt so connected to another person, so in sync with nature and my desires. It was a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating, like standing on the edge of a cliff and knowing that you could fly.
We remained there for a while longer, our bodies slowly cooling in the shade of the trees. The light filtering through the leaves painted our naked forms with a dappled glow that seemed almost holy. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the woods in a warm, golden light, Simon leaned in to kiss me, his lips gentle on mine.
"We should go," he said, reluctance in his tone. "But we'll do this again, Steve. I can promise you that."
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of sadness and excitement. "How long do you remain hard when you are in the forest?" I asked conscious that my cock was still pulsating and hard as anything.
"Honestly, Steve, most of the time, why?
"Well, you still look ready for action, and I'm not quite ready to go yet. How about you fuck me until you have nothing left, if you get my meaning. I want to experience the full fruits of the forest, which means you can take me as many times as you want while we walk back to our clothes."
"Who needs clothes, Steve?" laughing as he got up and started to walk, the hint of his musk a scent I had to follow.
Eventually, we arrived back under the oak tree where we first met. Three more times Simon fucked me on the way and three more time I shot my cum from his ministrations. As I bent down to pick up my tighty whities, Simon touched my bottom, running his finger along my crack. "One more for the road? I think the oak wants to watch us one more time."
"Who am I to argue with an oak?" I responded as I bent over a low-hanging branch, just perfect for being taken.
