Date: Wed, 24 May 2017 08:38:15 -0400 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Hungry for love, chapter 2: into the woods He called Saturday morning. I was in the shower and missed it, but I called him right back. "Hey," I said, meaningfully. "Hey," he replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to do anything today." "Got something in mind?" I asked, still cautious. I wanted to do a whole LOT more, but I wasn't sure how eager Trevor was. "Maybe we could walk in the woods," he said. There was a rinky-dink preserve not far from me, and I readily agreed to the plan. He had me pick him up in the McDonald's parking lot near his house, but still hunched down in the passenger's seat until we were far from his neighborhood. He was far more relaxed by the time we pulled into the small lot outside the preserve. "Do many people come here?" he asked. "Not really," I said, "and most of them stay on this end, closer to the duck pond. Farther in it's usually practically empty." A memory flashed through my head, making me laugh aloud. Trevor smiled, confused. "What?" he said. "I was groped in here once," I recalled. "Really?" he said, grabbing my hand. "Show me." We delved into the wooded paths, walking until the sounds of children and geese died away. This was no wild place; the largest animal likely to be here was a squirrel. Nevertheless, Trevor seemed to enjoy being far from the sounds of civilization. "I think it was around here," I said finally. "I was probably groped somewhere around here. Trevor looked around. "Think we're alone?" he asked. We hadn't seen anyone in more than five minutes, but I shrugged. "Someone could come along walking their dog," I ventured. "Yeah," he said, but not like he believed it. Spotting a mossy patch away from the trail, he led me into the undergrowth toward it and then pulled down his pants and underwear. The boy sat down on the moss, legs spread, and said, "Come here." His thighs were smooth, slightly lighter in color, and very inviting. Between them his penis pointed upward and his balls dangled loosely. Unzipping, I lowered my jeans as I lowered myself atop the boy. Our bodies touching again was just as magical as the first time, yet heightened by the sun streaming down upon us. It shone on his face and warmed my ass as we rubbed our penises together, as well as on each other's abs and thighs. His skin was smooth as silk and warm as butter. Looking at his face from mere inches away, his eyes nearly closed and his lips barely parted, I moved in closer for a kiss. Quickly and gently he put his hand across my mouth, and said, "Nah." Instead, I moved aside and kissed him just below the ear. That was received better; he clutched my back as I did so. Moving my hands underneath him, I clutched Trevor's behind as I nibbled on his neck and rubbed my cock against him. He let his breath out explosively, then kicked his pants off the ends of his shoes so he could put his legs up around me, pulling us impossibly closer together. If that proverbial dog-walker came along now, there would be no doubt what was going on, it occurred to me. The thought both scared and enticed me. Thrusting my hips, I ran my cock against his own and his abs, but as I grew more excited it also ground against his balls and the cleft of his ass. He clung to me with his legs, smooth thighs radiated against me as he whispered, "You want that ass, that's right, you want my hot ass." His dirty talk turned me on more than that kind of thing ever had before, and after an impossibly short amount of time I was moaning and groaning and covering his midriff with my jizz. Once I stopped moving he immediately pushed me off, and I could see that he'd shot his own load near his solar plexus, which mine was mostly below his navel. "Give me your underpants," Trevor said, holding out his hand. I complied, hurriedly kicking off my shoes and pants to provide them. He mopped up our messes and then tossed them back so I could wipe off my dick. I pulled the pants on and shoved the underwear in my back pocket. As we walked back towards the car Trevor started to act nervously, so I let him drift ahead as if we weren't actually together. He wasn't wrong, either: soon after he disappeared around a bend in the trail, a guy in his twenties came walking the other way. We had to squeeze past each other on the narrow path, and as we did I felt his hand squeeze my crotch, still somewhat engorged from my time with a much younger man than he. --------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way. As I am not (yet!) a prolific writer, I sometimes get asked what else I have written. 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