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 Caught Wanking in the Woods (Mb oral anal reluc ws ped)

   By billy69boy

   Disclaimer: All of my stories, and all the characters, are fictional,
and are not meant to resemble any real persons.  No underage people have
been harmed or otherwise exploited in the creation of this, or any, of my
fantasy stories.



   I was 10 or 11 when my grandparents took me on a camping holiday.  They
were rather stuffy old geezers, and they didn't fancy me tagging along on
their trip.  I was lonely and bored, and I hated my mum for making me go
with them.  As soon as we found our campsite by the edge of the stream, I
was off into the woods on my own, finally free of their disapproving
glances and snarling voices.

   As I hiked further into the forest, following the small stream, I
noticed a different feeling come over me.  My body began to tingle, and my
head felt light and free.  Any lingering negative thoughts were washed
away, and I was feeling...happy!  I thought that perhaps this is what they
meant by being "one with nature".  For whatever reason, I decided to strip
down completely, and allow my senses to absorb this new found bliss.

   As I walked deeper into the solitude of my surroundings, I also noticed
that my virginal little penis was getting aroused and growing, even though
I hadn't encouraged it in any way!  I followed the stream for quite some
time, enjoying the soft breezes flowing over my naked body, and being
amused with my lively cock bobbing along in front of me.

   I wasn't worried about getting lost, because I knew I could just retrace
my steps and follow the stream right back to the campsite.  As I forged
ahead, the woods grew thicker, and the trail vanished.  This was true
wilderness now, I thought.  Perhaps I was the first and only human being to
have ever stepped this way before, I mused.

   So it was quite a pleasant shock to come upon a patch of Kelly green
moss growing under the boughs of a great tree that leaned out gracefully
over the stream.  The moss was soft and cool under my bare feet, and I
tarried a bit, enjoying the damp lushness between my toes.  I discarded my
shorts, shirt, and sandals on the ground, so I could put both hands behind
my head as I lay down fully outstretched.

   My feet dangled into the stream, as the water whispered by, and I felt
so aroused that my boy rod stood straight up in the air.  I gave it a few
strokes, just to sort of say hello to it, but I was really paying more
attention to the delicious feeling of the dark muck squeezing up between my
toes.  It felt clean, but slimy all at once.  Finally, I closed my eyes and
went about stroking myself with a little more purpose than before.  Just as
I was starting to give myself a more determined wank, I heard a branch
snap. I suddenly sat up, and vainly tried to cover my immodesty with just
my two hands.

   "Well, well, what do we have here, then?" the deep voiced woodsman
inquired, leaning on his walking stick.  He peered down at me intently, his
devilish grin gleaming in the ray of sunlight that pierced the tree canopy
above.  "Such a young lad, making off with himself, and way out here as
well!" He went on.  I didn't know what to do, and I kept silent with my
eyes lowered.  The burly man laughed, as he prattled on: "That's a fine
looking little friend you're playing with, laddie, but I'd hardly call it a
cock.  Now, this here's a cock, you can see the difference for yourself!"

   My jaw dropped as he reached into his shorts and proudly displayed the
meanest, thickest, bumpiest pecker I ever did see.  He began stroking it
slowly, and before long it was even bigger and meaner than before.  By
then, my body was shaking all over, and it wasn't because I was cold.

   As the hairy man pulled me to my knees, he said: "Here laddie boy, don't
be afraid of it...take it in your hand, that's it, and give it a good hard
squeeze." I did exactly as I was told, as I didn't fancy I had much
bargaining power, under the circumstances.  "Good boy, now give it a good
lick all around, that's right, use your tongue like you're licking an ice
cream cone," he instructed.  He groaned quietly, so I kept doing it,
licking and slurping, lest the man decide to get angry with me.

   His breathing got deeper, and I could feel his thick hands grasp my
head, as he guided his large helmet into my mouth.  I could barely get my
thin lips around the head, but he persevered, and soon he was pulling my
head toward his loins forcefully.  I was taking half his ugly cock into my
mouth, and I couldn't help choking and gagging with each new thrust.  This
didn't have any effect on the man at all, and he continued to yank my head
into his body, fucking my throat with complete disregard.

   He grunted and stood up on the balls of his feet, and shot thick gobs of
spunk into my mouth without warning.  Even as he held my head steady, and
jammed his ramrod down my throat, I discarded his offering out the sides of
my mouth as quickly as he tried to fill my mouth back up time and again. 
"Swallow, lad, drink my cum," he ordered, but it was too late, and I
couldn't stand the thought of his acidy tasting spunk in my belly.

   When his body stopped convulsing, he released my head, and dropped to
his knees.  He slapped me once across my face, admonishing me for not
swallowing.  I was shocked, by I didn't care.  He made me stand up, and he
fondled my minicock, and my hairless balls, until I was stiff and horny. 
He put his bearded mouth up to the head, and swallowed my whole cock in one
gulp.  I could see his throat contracting, as he literally sucked my
preteen cum right out of my ball sack, and down his throat.  I had
ejaculated without really feeling any pleasure.

   Next, I was told to turn around, and grab my ankles.  I was confused,
because I thought he was done with me.  I was even more befuddled when he
pulled my ass cheeks apart, and thrust his tongue into my brown hole!  I
had never even imagined anything like it.  It seemed like a disgusting idea
at first, but I had to admit, it did feel good, having him attack my
asshole with his rigid tongue.  Having my ass cheeks squeezed by his
massive hands felt pretty good too.

   Just as I was getting all worked up again, he pulled me down onto my
knees, and pushed my head down on the moss.  He reached into the stream
bed, and pulled out a handful of that black ooze that squished between my
toes earlier.  He slapped my ass a few stinging blows, and demanded that I
spread my cheeks, which I did immediately.  He commenced pushing wads of
that black muck deep into my rectum.  I didn't get the significance of this
right away, convinced the man was suffering from some kind of mental
depravity.

   Then, he stood up behind me, revived hard-on in hand, and pushed his
cock head against my bum.  I lurched forth, pulling away from him.  I
couldn't believe what he was trying to do to me.  Surely it was impossible,
wasn't it?

   The man angrily grabbed my skinny body, and placed me into position once
again.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, and then,
slapped my face repeatedly with his other hand.  "Stay still, you nasty
little boy-slut, or this will work out bad for you in the end," he
threatened.  With that, he guided his sex weapon towards my quivering rear
end, and penetrated my ass with it.  The pain shot through my entire body,
and tears squirted out of my eyes.  He had hold of my hair, and he was
jerking my head back, so I could hardly breathe.  I didn't know what felt
worse, and I struggled against his strong grasp.

   But then, something strange happened.  I began to realize that his firm
ass reaming was actually starting to feel exciting and pleasurable.  As I
struggled less, his grip on me eased, and our bodies worked in unison. 
Here was this hairy, smelly old chap, fucking the life out of a slight,
virginal lad in the ass for all he was worth.  And here was this young
innocent lad, shoving his ass back to meet the man's driving cock, goading
him on and on with each new cock stroke.  "That's right you dirty little
pervy boy, take my man meat up your bum!  Take all of it!  Yes!  I knew
you'd like it," the large bearded man ranted.  With that, he went even
faster, slamming his considerable girth rapidly into my muddy bum.  He
began to grunt and groan, and his grip on my hips tightened, and I could
feel his hot goo squirt into my ass, and fill me up.  After he was
finished, he pulled his cock out of me, and ordered me to turn around and
face him.  His big red cock was softening, and he told me to put it in my
mouth, and clean the black mud off of it.  I gave him a glare of disgust,
and shook my head `no'.

   "Okay then, you disobedient young twerp, we'll do it a different way,"
he growled, as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face closer to
his dirty meat.  He held my head steadily, and rubbed his slimy member all
over my face, and in my hair, until most of the mud disappeared.  "Look at
you, lad, you're filthy!  Now, I'll have to clean you up!  Close your eyes;
you don't want them to sting now, do you?" I had no idea what he was
talking about, but something told me to do as he said, and so I closed my
eyes.  I felt warm liquid pouring all over my face straight away.  It felt
kind of soothing at first, until got a whiff of the odor, and I realized it
was the man's own piss.  I struggled to get away, but his grip on my hair
was too strong.  He urinated all over my face and hair, and told me what a
dirty, filthy lad I was indeed.  Just as I thought he was finally done, he
put two fingers in my nostrils, and forced his thumb between my teeth.  He
pried my mouth open, and drained the last of his stinky pee into my mouth.
"Swallow it!  Drink it down, I say!  You know you want to, you creepy
little queer boy!" he commanded.

   Finally drained, he got me to my feet and spun me around, bending me
over at the waist.  "Just look at your dirty, muddy bum, laddie!" he
admonished.  He put one strong arm around my waist, then, he slapped my
messy ass cheeks several times with his other hand, before he rammed his
thumb up my bum and jerked it in and out roughly.  I squirmed and thrashed
around; trying my best to break his grip, but it was no use.  He pushed his
thumb up my sore bum as deep as it would go; then, he twisted it back and
forth, back and forth, and I writhed in exciting agony.  I say `exciting',
because I could feel my small penis come back to life, even as the wicked
old man continued to violate my tender ass.  "This will teach you to go
about wanking in public, you nasty little urchin!" he declared.

   He popped his thumb out of my throbbing bum and released his grip on me.
As I stood straight up, he saw it: "Well, well, maybe you didn't learn your
lesson after all!" he exclaimed, with his eyes glued to my erection. 
"Okay, then young man-lover, march over to the stream, and kneel down in
that black ooze," he instructed.  I obeyed him this time.  "Now, stick your
dirty, stinking bum in the mud.  Good!  Now, pick up a handful of that
slimy ooze, and rub it all over your balls and your stiff little wee-wee.
That's the way...go ahead, I'm waiting!" he announced cryptically.  I gave
him a quizzical look, and he cleared up my confusion: "Wank it lad!  Wank
it until you cum, that's what you were doing when I first met you, wasn't
it?  You were playing with yourself outdoors because you were hoping
someone would catch you, weren't you?  Well, I caught you, and now I'm
watching, so get on with it boy!"

   I guess I couldn't argue with his strange logic, but it didn't really
matter, because the old man knew he had control over me.  I had only just
begun to discover the unique relationship between my hand and my penis, but
I never even thought of jerking off in front of someone else.  I began to
stroke myself slowly, as the sickening man stood over me with his arms
folded across his chest, grinning.  He leered at me the entire time, and it
made me uncomfortable, no question.  But, my hand pumping became more
frenzied as I got closer to orgasm, and finally I spurted my load into the
black mud.  I felt humiliated, but strangely satisfied.  I was anxious
about what I would have to do next, but I also felt an inner calmness,
because I was able to take everything the old buzzard came up with.

   "Get up lad, you look ridiculous sitting there in the mud playing with
yourself!" the man declared, laughing heartily.  He picked up his walking
stick, turned on his heel, and tromped off into the woods.  I watched him
until he disappeared from view before I stood up.  A quick wash off in the
stream, and I was good as new.  I gathered up my clothes, and made my way
back to the campsite, following the stream back, just like I figured I
would.  I was sore, but I was smiling to myself as well.  It was an
experience I would never forget.  It was scary, yes, but it was also
incredibly erotic.  I wondered what other adventures I might experience on
this trip...



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