From: DarkFreak@gnn.com (Christian Hellreigel)
Subject: The Woods (M/M)
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 19:28:48
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...<Smirk>
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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.
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Copyright 1996 Christian Hellreigel, not to be re-printed without
prior permission.
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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
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