Date: Fri,  3 Sep 2004 10:24:15 -0700
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: A Run in the woods -  Chapter 2 (G/M A/Y)

A run in the woods
Chapter 2


... A week later Jon pulled his bike out of the garden
shed and set off to the woods not realising that his
departure had been watched from an upstairs
bedroom window in his house.

When he reached the woods Jon chained his bike to
the railings as usual, but this time added an extra lock
that he had borrowed from his brother's room. He also
hid nearby a carrier bag containing spare clothes.
This time he did not want to be trapped naked.

He quietly walked to his den in the heart of the woods
taking a different path from his normal route. All the
time he was looking around and listening to see if
anyone was watching. He could see no one.

When he reached his den he found a hood, a note and
a photograph. The photo was of him lying naked on
the fallen tree with his cock pointing skyward. Behind
the tree three naked men were stood with hard
erections pointing at Jon just one inch from his body.
He could not see their faces.  The picture made Jon's
already stiff cock as hard as a rock hidden under his
jeans.

The note said: "You know what to do. Strip off, put on
the hood, do not touch your cock, then kneel on all
fours like a dog and wait."

Jon thought about leaving right away, but the desire in
his cock overruled his fears. He pulled his tee shirt
over his head, pulled off his shoes and socks, then
unbuckled his belt and slid the soft blue denim down
his slim smooth legs. Standing on the bare earth in
just his white cotton briefs he hid his clothes and
shoes in a hollow in a nearby tree. As he pulled down
his soft briefs his 13 year old uncut cock twanged out
demanding attention. He gave it one quick stroke
sending a shiver through his body then dropped his
briefs on the ground. He pulled the dark hood over his
head and got down on the hard bare soil kneeling and
waiting.

Within 30 seconds he heard a rustle in the nearby
leaves, then he heard the same man's voice.

"I told you not to touch your cock, but you did.  If you
do that again you will be punished. Did you like what
we did last week?"

"Yes"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?? What is the magic word?"

"Yes please"

"Did you tell anyone what happened?"

"No sir, no one"

As he kneeled on all fours Jon felt a hand gently
stroke his smooth bare white back from his neck down
his spine to his bum. The hand stroked him three
times each time going closer to his asshole. Then on
the fourth stroke the fingers gently caressed his
asshole sending electric shocks into his balls. A rough
finger pushed gently against the hole trying to gain
entrance. He could see nothing from the darkness of
the hood over his head. Without warning the pressure
of finger was removed to be replaced by something
hot wet and probing. With a sudden start of fear Jon
thought: "Oh no it's a cock, he's going to fuck me".

"Please don't fuck me mister"

The hot wet probing suddenly stopped, bring a sudden
loss of sensation to Jon.

"Don't worry Jon. It is only my tongue. Relax you will
love this."

The hot wet probing continued and gradually Jon's ass
pucker loosened a little as the tongue gained
entrance. Jon's own cock grew rock hard as the
sensations at his ass grew more intense.  He could
feel the tongue going deeper into his ass chute. As it
probed the sensations sent electric shocks through
hiss ball sack and down his legs. Gradually all the
sound around Jon disappeared, he forgot he was
naked, the only focus was the sensation from his
asshole. It came in waves each time the tongue
wriggled deeper. Jon started to push back against the
tongue willing it to go deeper.

The man's hand reached below Jon and grasp the
smooth shaft of Jon's cock and gently jerked him off
as the tongue continued to probe. Jon had never felt
any thing like this before. The wild sensations were
rippling through Jon's body. He could feel a tension
building up inside himself waiting to burst out. He push
his ass back harder against the tongue and suddenly it
broke through a barrier and Jon could feel the tongue
moving in and out of his ass chute. There was no pain.

Suddenly the tongue stopped and was removed. As
Jon knelt there with his ass bare to see the wind felt
cool against the saliva that coated his ass.  To his left
Jon heard the fly zip of some trousers being pulled
down and someone getting undressed. Then suddenly
something cold and wet was squirted against his ass
hole. Jon had read enough Nifty stories to know what
this was, it must be KY Gel. "Oh my God" he thought "I
am really going to be fucked now. I hope that it doesn't
hurt."  "I want this, but I'm scared"

He felt someone naked kneel behind him holding Jon's
ass cheeks in each hand. The man's hot legs rested
against Jon's  knees.   His cheeks were pulled apart
and he felt a large hot hard  cock push through his
cheeks and it's rounded tip rest against his ass,
pushing gently against the ring.

Then the man stopped.

Jon heard two people stand either side of him. The
darkness of the hood sensitised his hearing. He could
hear  the crunching of dead leaves as they stood by
him. Jon's could hear a gentle rubbing and rattle
sound and little moans from the men beside him. He
suddenly recognised the sound and realised that they
were jerking off.  The man behind Jon removed his
cock from Jon's pucker and started jerking off too. The
effort of jerking off transmitted though the man's legs
to Jon's legs and balls as he rested against Jon's bum.
Suddenly the moans increased and Jon felt hot liquid
splat on his back. One of the men beside him had
come. Then the man behind him started to jerk. Jon
felt a hot jet along his back and some cum land on his
hood. Then finally the other man came and once again
Jon's back was splatted with hot liquid.

He heard two people move away.

A deep voice that he had not heard before said: "
Stand up, leave the hood on and get dressed."

He felt his white briefs being handed to him.  A hand
on his shoulder kept him steady as he pulled up his
underpants. When they met his ball sac Jon felt a cold
wet sticky patch that coated his ballsack.  He felt in his
briefs and felt a cold sticky fluid. He guessed what had
happened. Not all of the men's cum landed on his
back some had been squirted into his briefs.

"It is a little present to remind you of us."

Jon struggle and pulled the tee shirt over the hood
onto his torso.  The tee shirt stuck wetly on the cold
cum that remained on his back.

Jon then pulled his soft cotton jeans over his slim legs.
As he did so some of the cum ran down his back into
the jeans.

The deep voice asked "did you like that?"

"Yes it was wicked.  Why didn't you fuck me?"

"Maybe next time. Do you want to be fucked?"

"OK, count to 100 and then remove the hood?  Don't
let your mum wash these clothes"
Jon quickly counted to 50 and pulled off the hood. He
blinked in the sudden bright light and looked around
his den. There was nobody in sight and no trace of
what happened. He found and pulled on his socks and
then his trainers.  He felt a lump in his left trainer. He
pulled out the lump and unravelled it. It was 3  twenty
pound notes and another note.

The note read: "Same place, same time next week."

His tee shirt still sticking to his back, he walked smiling
back to his bike that was still chained to the railings.
He retrieved the hidden bag of clothing. Inside be
noticed a photograph that had not been there before.
It was part of a face sucking a young boy's cock. He
did not recognise the face from the limited detail
shown, but he did recognise the cock as his own when
he had been tied to a fallen tree.

As he rode his bike home he wondered: "How do they
know I am called Jon?"


To be continued:


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