"Fuck, that guy was serious," I thought. My breath was ragged and the sweat dripped off my head onto the leaves and dirt. I stood there for several minutes, letting my legs gather their strength. I'd been ridden hard and could feel the breeze on my bare skin. The cum and lube slipped out and traced down my leg.
It all started pretty easy. There was a break in the winter weather providing an unseasonably warm, sunny, day. I'd hiked out to my favorite spot in the woods, dismayed to see some other folks had been using it and not cleaning up after themselves. I picked up several used condoms, single use lube packets and other junk, putting them in an old plastic garbage bag someone had left.
I climbed the big rock and stretched out, enjoying the sunshine and the warmth the rock had gathered. Off went my shirt and my shoes and I pulled my athletic shorts up tight around my crotch. While I wasn't aiming to get a suntan in the weak winter light, I figured a little advertising might not hurt if the right guy happened to wander by.
I actually smelled his cigarette smoke before I heard or saw him. I raised up onto my elbows and looked around, catching a glimpse of a man with a baseball hat. A nod, but he didn't say anything. He was tall, brown-skinned, with dark features shaded under the brim of his hat. I held my hand over my eyes, and we stared at each other for a few moments. "Let's try this," I thought and tugged on my crotch, rearranging myself. Not a movement from him, but I left my hand where it was and slowly stroked myself. I like being watched. This had a nice effect, getting me hard.
"Hey," I said, hoping to get him to make a move. He didn't say anything but did take a step closer. He stubbed his cigarette out against a tree and dropped it on the ground. "Shouldn't litter," I told him. A weak smile broke out on his face. "Fuck you care?" he asked with a heavy Hispanic accent. "One planet, dumbass," I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Whatchu doing out here?" he asked. He took a couple steps closer. "Catching some rays, man," I replied. "Is that all?" he asked and adjusted his crotch. "What else would you be doing out here?" I teased. "Queers out here," he declared, with another grab of his crotch. "Queers, huh?" I laughed, amused at his approach. "You one of them," he asked, sounding a little angry at being laughed at. "Not sure how to answer that," I said with a little more sass and lilt. "You look like it, up on that rock and shit, like you just waiting for some cock to come by," he said, challengingly.
"You queer?" I asked. "Fuck you, man!" he spit. "Well, you're here too," I replied. I pulled on my shirt and started to get my stuff. The vibe felt a little off and I wanted to be able to get out of there if I needed to. "Ain't fucking queer," he stated. "Yeah, I get it," I said and started to climb off the rock. I was walking away, when he said, "Check this out." He'd unbuttoned his jeans, and his long, thick cock was hanging out. "Fuck," I said and licked my lips. It was huge and soft. "You want it?" he asked. "You'd fucking kill me with that thing," I said, not kidding. "Yeah, but it's a good way to go, right?" he snorted. "Nah man," I said and started to head out of the woods.
His big dick was stuck in my brain and even though I thought I was going to hike the rest of the way out and get in my car and go home, I started to think about him and how he'd taste, smell, and feel. I was also feeling particularly naughty and craved a certain type of fuck. "I bet he's a big cummer," the little devil on my shoulder said. "I bet he cums more than once," the devil on the other should said. "I bet he'd fuck you till you couldn't walk," they said together.
I stopped on the trail and turned back. He smiled when he saw me. "I fuck rough," he told me when I stepped to him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. I leaned in for a kiss, but he dodged me, and I settled against his neck. "You want it rough?" he asked. I nodded, somehow knowing that he liked it rough, already. He looked me in the eye, but his stare was too intense, so I looked down at his feet, taking in the worn cowboy boots. He held the side of my face and pressed his thumb to my lips. I opened my mouth, and he slid it in. I could taste the tobacco from his cigarettes on his thumb. He pushed in until I gagged. He laughed a little but didn't pull it out. I knew that just by coming back to him, I'd submitted fully to him. He won, I lost, and now he could do what he wanted with me.
"You wanna see my big dick again, don't you?" he asked. When I didn't answer right away, he pulled my face up to him, holding my jaw tight. "Uh huh!" I managed to grunt around the thumb in my mouth. "Go ahead, faggot," he said and nodded down at his crotch.
I rubbed my hand over his bulge and moaned. He laughed and said, "I knew you'd come back for it." He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and unbuttoned his large belt and then lowered the zipper. "Get on your fuckin' knees!" he hissed. I fell to my knees and waited, mouth open, for him. He sprang out and the head swiped past my tongue. "Watch this," he said and pushed my head back and laid his cock over my face, his large curly-haired covered balls setting on my lips. "It's so fucking big!" he said with glee. He pulled back and I opened my mouth for him, but he slapped the side of my face with it. I fucking loved that and started to smile. He slapped it harder against my face. I whimpered and he noticed. "You're gonna love this," he said and pulled my mouth open. I got up on my knees and took the head in. I already felt stuffed and then he pushed, stretching my jaw.
The head nudged my throat, and I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed down on him, changing the angle and letting him cram into my throat. My teeth couldn't help but graze him, but he didn't seem to mind. He cursed in Spanish and held my head, pushing and pushing until my nose smashed against his pubic hair. "Fucking cocksucker!" he moaned, rubbing his hand through my hair. I nodded that I was his cocksucker. "Holy shit!" I thought pulling back and feeling his length pull out of my throat and mouth. My lips were covered in frothy spit. I caught my breath and dived back down on him. His hands clasped behind my head and he took control. I gagged, and spurted, and made all sorts of noises as he face-fucked me. His stream of names like, "cocksucker, faggot, queerboy, slut, and bitch" only made me more excited.
My mouth was getting sore and tired, and I knew I wanted him to fuck me. "You top?" I asked him, breathy. He looked down at me with his dark eyes and fed his hard cock back into my mouth. He stared me down and fed me his cock, almost challenging me to gag. I held back as long as I could and then finally jerked back with a coughing fit. "Ask again, bitch" he said. "You wanna fuck, man?" I asked exasperated. He shook his head and tsk tsked me. Holding my head, he pushed in until my eyes watered. This time I held him without gagging and when I came up for air he laid his wet cock over my face and said, "Ask for it, right, man." I gulped down the spit and winced at the soreness in my throat. "Want to fuck?" I asked, pleading. Another tsk tsk and he pushed in hard, I pushed against his thighs and pulled him out. I'd finally figured it out. "Please fuck me," I begged. He started to push again, and I quickly stammered, "Please, please fuck my ass...my faggot pussy ass!" I cried.
He smiled a broad smile and pulled back. I scrambled around and pulled my shorts down, submitting to him. "Shit!" I exclaimed sharply after his palm slapped my ass. Another slap and then another. He was going hard, and it was making me tear up, but my dick was painfully rigid, and I needed him to fuck me. I begged, "Oh fuck me....please fuck me... I need you to fuck me!" The blunt end of his cock pushed against my hole and we both fell forward. He grunted in frustration and tried again. He spit and I felt his rough fingers work it into my hole. "Pussy too dry!" he said as if it were my fault, before pushing in again, this time sinking the fat head inside me. I howled from discomfort and thankfully he stopped there. "You're too big!....you're too big...you're too big!" I said over and over, trying to move away from him. Another hock of spit and I felt him push it around my ring stretched around him. He pushed in a little more and I yelped. "Let me get my bag!" I begged him. He grunted and I pulled off of him, already feeling gaped.
I stumbled to my bag and opened it up, finding the tube of lube and cursing myself for not starting with this. "Be right there," I said over my shoulder and generously lubed my fingers and pressed it into my open hole. "Just a little more," I said, but felt his hand grab my shoulder. He pushed me to my knees and told me to get him hard again. I took him in my mouth, tasting my ass on him, but dutifully sucked him until he was hard in my throat. "Please fuck my ass...sir..."I begged, throwing in the "sir" at the end. He smiled at that.
He pulled me up and I thought he was going to pull me in for a hug, but he spun me around quickly and held me against him with his forearm across my chest. He kicked my feet apart like a cop about to frisk a criminal and then I felt him. Holding his cock, he guided it between my cheeks. "No more easy shit," he hissed in my ear and just as his arm clamped me against him, his cock now slick with lube forced pushed inside. I raised up onto my tiptoes and yelped, but he didn't care. He backed out and came back with short thrusts, over and over, holding me against him. "You like that bitch?" he asked. I nodded that I did, or at least I was starting to like it. "Tell me," He said. "You're so big in my little pussy!" I moaned, truthfully. "Am I the biggest?" he asked. I nodded. "You're too big, please don't go in all the way!" I begged. He snickered and told me he was going to rip me up. He didn't see it, but I smiled at that. I wanted him to fuck me hard, make me really feel it. Use me up. "Please don't hurt my fag ass!" I begged, wanting exactly the opposite.
He pushed against me, and we fell onto the forest floor. He pulled my hips up and like an animal in heat, he started to swear and pound into me. I moaned and asked him in all sorts of ways not to hurt my ass, my bitch ass, my little queer hole. He stopped, pushing against a wall of muscle, and grunted, "All the way bitch!" I tried to relax with him pressing hard and finally it gave a little and he slid in deep, deeper than any cock I've had. DEEP. Push and push and push and then he finally bottomed out in me. He grabbed my shoulders hard; I knew he'd leave a bruise. "Fuck you you fucking faggot!" He grunted and his mouth closed on my shoulder, and he bit down hard. "Oh motherfucker!" I exclaimed and my cock exploded underneath me, ripping out shot after shot of cum on the pine needles. He held on and I felt his taught muscles holding me as he came deep into my guts.
With him draped on top of me, I slid down onto my chest. He didn't make a move to get off me and I didn't really care. I was exhausted. The cold ground felt good. "You fucking bit me!" I said with my face in the dirt. "Si!" he said, a quick "yes" in Spanish. He moved to the other shoulder, and he bit me again, but not as hard. "Ow, motherfucker!" "Cut that shit out!" I told him. He laughed. I was ready to be done. "Dude, get the fuck out of me!" I told him. He didn't move and I was getting annoyed. "Don't be such a little bitch," he whispered in my ear, "I know you love my cock." He wasn't wrong. I did like his cock, and I'd just gotten one of the best fucks of my life, in fact still feeling him very deep inside me. I gave him a squeeze with my numb ass. He sighed. "Can you feel that?" I asked. "Si" he laughed. He got up and pushed my head down into the dry leaves. His long cock pulled out of me and then he stopped and started to slide back in. "I told you you weren't done, you little faggot," with his thick accent in a sing song tone.
I grunted into the foliage as he plowed back in, knocking the wind out of my lungs. My dick stirred under me and then the moans started to escape. He hooked his fingers on either side of my mouth and pulled me back, like a fish on a hook. "Can't hear you," he hissed. "Uck my ussy!" I tried to sound. The wet slapping of my cum-filled hole getting pistoned was obscene, and here I was face down in the dirt having given up my ass to this stranger with the giant cock, getting what I deserved, again.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and pressed on the bite mark he'd left. I winced and that caused me to squeeze him. He liked it and pressed harder so that I'd squeeze him more. "That's right, you fucking bitch," he hissed and rammed in hard, pushing me into the ground. He fucked me that way for several minutes and my mind went hazy, moaning, cursing, tasting the dirt that had gotten in my mouth.
"Turn over," he suddenly said and yanked out of me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over. He stood over me, his cock wet and greasy with lube, cum, and my ass. "Open," he said, furiously stroking his cock. The mess on his cock splattered all over my face. I opened and he pressed in. I ignored the taste when I felt him swell and he started to pump his cum over my tongue. I held on and let him fill me up with salty, hot, thin cum. The remnants of my ass gathered around my lips as he pumped in an out of my mouth. "Yeah, suck it all down faggot," he said. I did and wanted more, sucking him until he pushed me off. "Can't get enough now, huh?" he laughed. I blushed, but he didn't care. He looked down at me with disdain and kicked my leg. "Put some fucking clothes on man!" he said and folded himself into his jeans.
After he left, I stayed there for a while. I wiped the lube and cum off my mouth and got my breath. Standing was difficult since I felt like I'd been split in two. The sensation of the rough bark on the tree brought be out of my haze and I beared down and pushed his cum out of my ass. "Fuuuuck!" I sighed, thinking about what I'd just been through, but knowing my hard cock would need some attention before I left for home.