I've been posting porn to a newsgroup called a.s.f.t-r for a while now. The group is basically dedicated to having a lust fest over Trent Reznor, but it's branched out to Marilyn Manson, and whoever else we feel like fetishing over as well. But, it's a small group, and I figured it was time to be a big brave boy and try my writing out on a larger audience... ****************************************************************** HAPPY HAPPY DISCLAIMER TIME: If you're not 18 or over, find this kinda crap offensive, live in an area where this is illegal, etc., don't go any further. ****************************************************************** Copyright 1996 Christian Hellreigel, not to be re-printed without prior permission. ******************************************************************
The Woods
The night was dark, darker than it ever got in New York City. There were no street lights, no intrusive neon signs, no light at all except for the seductive glow of the full moon. I could easily lose myself in the thought that nothing existed, nothing but the woods, and the cool breeze blowing through my hair. As I walked deeper into the woods I could hear the soothing sounds of frogs singing in the night and what sounded like a stream. I had walked into the woods after pulling my car off the deserted highway not being able to wait for a rest stop. After relieving myself I was enticed deeper into the woods by the rustle of the leaves and the peaceful feeling that stirred within me. The thought that I should head back to my car entered my head briefly, but was soon lost to the sound of the stream as I came closer to it. The moon's light played off the water like thousands of shiny fish, making it lighter here than mong the trees. I found myself drawn to play in the water, being a warm night despite the cool breeze. Any inhibitions I had were lost to the feeling that nothing but the woods, the stream, and myself existed. Sticking my hand into the water I found it was warm, compelling. Sitting on the edge of the stream, i got rid of my boots, socks, and shirt. Standing up I took off my jeans and decided the underwear would have to go as well. The cool night breeze caressed my body and I couldn't help but notice I was aroused. Walking out into the water, I found it wasn't very deep, only up to my hips, the ends of my hair just reaching into it. As I splashed the water over my chest I found my hands stopping at my nipples, playing with them, squeezing them. Running my hand down my chest to my hard cock, which now stood straight up against my stomach, I began to play with the head. Pulling the metal ring in the head had always felt good, but tonight it felt especially good. With my one hand still in the water I played with my balls, pulling on them, with the other I began stroking my cock, hearing nothing but the sound of frogs and my hand coming in and out of the water.
The unexpected sound of breaking glass jolting me back into reality, I looked hard into the darkness where the sound came from.
I could see nothing at all and then I heard a low, seductive voice say "nice". Out of the darkness of the trees walked a tall, thin man. Smiling, he said "I didn't mean to disturb you, I dropped my beer bottle on some rocks." Not knowing what else to do, I simply stood in the water and found myself somewhat embarrassed, somewhat nervous. I asked him if I was on his property, he said I was but it wasn't any problem. Sitting at the water's edge he introduced himself as Brian. I introduced myself as well and headed out of the water to where my clothes lay in a heap. Having to pass close by him to get to my clothes, I stepped out of the water. He grabbed my wrist pulling me roughly down beside him with more strength than I would have given him credit for possessing. Half stumbling, I found myself on my ass right next to him. As he grabbed me by the hair at the back of my neck I looked at him, the moonlight in his face. As he pulled my head towards him I couldn't help but notice he hadn't any eyebrows. I felt his lips press hard against my own, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Out of instinct I tried to pull away, but only half-heartedly because I was really getting into the feel of his tongue which tasted slightly of beer, deep in my mouth. I soon found myself kissing him back, pushing hard against his mouth. I was once again getting lost, but this time even better than the last. As I sucked hard on his tongue he grabbed my wrist and put my hand on the bulge in his jeans. I began to squeeze his hard cock through the worn material. My own cock was once again hard and standing straight up against my stomach. He pulled his mouth away from mine and bit my neck harder than I've ever been bitten, but the hot stabbing pain felt good. When he licked where he had just bitten it felt almost as good as the bite itself. Pulling me down on the side of him, he laid on his back in the damp grass and pulled my head down to his neck. I kissed and sucked on his neck, my hair falling all around him while I ran my hand on his bare chest and stomach. His one hand slid along my back and ass as he opened his jeans with the other. My mouth found its way down to his nipples and sucked and bit them while watching him stroke his cock. Wanting his cock in my mouth, I ran my tongue down the middle of his stomach and sucked on the skin right above his pubic hair, feeling his cock brush against the side of my face. Becoming impatient, he once again grabbed me by the hair at the back of my neck and pushed my face down on his cock. He lifted his ass up as I helped push his jeans down to his knees. Taking the shaft in my hand I began licking his cock, the hardness of it feeling good against my tongue. Finding his cock pierced as well, I finally got to play with a cock piercing other than my own. I pulled the ring around with my tongue for awhile and then licked the head of his cock, pushing the stud in my tongue hard against it. The head of his cock was already wet with his salty tasting come. Pulling the head into my mouth, I began sucking on it, feeling the ring press hard against the roof of my mouth. Sliding my mouth down his shaft until my face was buried in his pubic hair, I worked his cock down my throat. While sucking on it, I began to slide my mouth up and down his cock, his hand still buried in the hair at my neck and pulling on it hard. As I sucked his cock I played with his ass, forcing one, then two, then three inside of him. As he came close to coming, he began to thrust hard into my mouth. I heard his his "oh fuck" as he came in the back of my throat. Sitting up, he got rid of his boots and finished taking off his jeans. After looking at me for what seemed a long time he told me to get up on my knees and play with my cock for him. Being used to, and liking I might add taking orders, I did as I was told. He watched me stroke my cock for a while and then got up and walked behind me. He kneeled close behind me, I could feel his cock resting against the small of my back. After pushing my hair to one side, heard him say "you're bleeding", and began to suck on my neck at the spot where he had bitten me, as he watched me play with myself. Reaching around me, he began to pull on my nipple rings with one hand while running his other down my stomach. Putting his hand over mine, he pulled it off of my cock. When he began stroking my cock, I thought I'd come right then, but didn't. I'd been hard so long now and needed to get off. In that low, seductive voice I found so hot, he told me to reach down and play with my ass. While he pulled on my cock I reached down and worked severalfingers into my own ass. He had been licking my ear and stopped to quietly ask "do you wantme to fuck you?" As worked up as I was all I could manage was an "uh huh", to which he teasingly replied, "then tell me." Wanting his cock inside me bad, I managed "yes, I want you to fuck me", and he roughly pushed me down so that my elbows were on the ground. I felt his tongue travel down my spine to the crack of my ass. Then I felt his once again hard cock pressed up against my ass. Grabbing my hips, he thrust the head of his cock into my ass. Having no lube, it hurt, but I never wanted my ass played with much before getting fucked because I get off on the pain. Not being any more gentle with the rest of it, he thrust the rest of his cock into me, pulling me hard against him by my hips. As he thrust inside of me, he reached underneath and began to roughly pull on my cock, I came almost as soon as he started to pull on it. He continued to fuck me while pushing his fingers, wet with my come, into my mouth. I sucked his fingers as he fucked my ass. Abruptly pulling his fingers out of my mouth as he pulled me up against him by my hair, he sunk his teeth deep into my shoulder as he came inside of me. After catching our breath, I followed him into the stream. The water felt good on my body which was sore, but sore in the best way. After hanging out in the water and talking for a while, the sun barely beginning to come up, he suddenly kissed me and told me he had to go. After watching him disappear in the trees, I pulled myself out of the water and into my clothes. Heading back to my car I enjoyed the final moments of the woods, the breeze, and my own little world. It wasn't until several months later back in New York, when reading a Metal Edge magazine out of boredom, that I realized just who I had met up with in those woods...
Christian,
"The devil is not in the details. No, the devil is in my pants"...Peter Stuart http://members.gnn.com/DarkFreak/darkerlust.htm