Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2015 09:40:32 -0700 From: Nanaimo Hard Subject: New Story - The Hiding Place (All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at nanaimo_hard@hotmail.ca. Additional parts to this story depend on feedback, so, be sure to write if you liked it!) It was a warm day in the middle of the summer when I found the grove and shack in the woods. I'd spent much of my 14th summer exploring the forest near our neighborhood, and was surprised when I stumbled upon the secluded place. At the time I was just over five feet tall, with dark brown hair. It was a record setting summer, with the heat being near unbearable, so I was clad only in an old, tight pair of shorts and sneakers as I was exploring. To be honest, my mother would've killed me if she saw how small the shorts were, they were at least two sizes too small, but the sun was too hot for anything more conservative. And anyway, she was out of town for the time being, visiting her sister. My curiosity was piqued, so I walked out of the tree line towards the shack. There was no way for me to tell how long it had stood there or who had built it. It was old, that I could tell for sure though. However, when I opened the door the interior decorations were of a more recent nature. Pages from porno magazines had been pinned up all over the walls. All varieties of sex were represented. Straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, it was all there. My teenaged cock stiffened in the tight shorts at the sight. I moved all over the room, staring at all of it, unable to tear my gaze away. Almost in a trance, I had reached down and freed my cock from my shorts, gently flogging it in response to the visual stimuli. Eventually, I found myself standing in front of a large foldout poster depicting a young looking boy bent over a wooden crate. Another man's cock was buried balls deep in his ass. Still another man had his own cock in the boy's mouth. The boy looked like he was having the time of his life. My cock was harder than ever looking at this. I'd always been fascinated by the idea of man-on-man sex ever since I'd first heard of it, but this shack was the first time I'd ever seen a depiction of it (this being the early days of the internet when a 2400bps modem was considered cutting edge). There was a surprisingly clean looking mattress below the picture, so I sat down to admire it better. At some point, I removed my shorts completely to better fondle myself. I felt my ass clenching involuntarily while I imagined how taking another man's penis deep within myself. And that's when it happened. "Enjoying yourself?" A deep voice spoke from behind me. I turned around, terrified to see an older man, clad only in a pair of denim cutoffs standing between me and the door, a sly smile on his face. He was at least a foot taller than I was, with a very hairy chest. His greying hair was cut short, and a small goatee framed his mouth. I stood awkwardly, fishing for my shorts, stammering out an apology. "Hey, that's okay, kid. No harm done." His smile widened. "I was just enjoying the show." "O-oh." I was blushing furiously. "Yep. Mind if I join you?" "W-what?" His smile widening, he undid his cutoffs, which slid down his legs easily on their own. His own cock was already hard, uncircumsized like my own, at least seven inches and very thick. My lips gently parted at the sight of it. He sat down next to me and looking at the poster, he began to slowly stroke himself. He would ease his foreskin down around his head, run his finger around his slit, smearing precum over the end, then slowly move his foreskin back. Over and over he did this. Unable to look away, my own hand began to emulate his own motions. His other hand began to slowly massage his full balls. "My names Jim." he murmured. "R-ron." I replied, unable to drag my gaze away. "You ever watched a man play with himself before, son?" "No..." I whispered. "Do you like it?" I could only nod. "You like that poster up there?" I nodded enthusiastically. Taking my agreement as assent of some sort, Jim reached over and wrapped his big hand around my 5 inch cock. My own hands dropped to my sides as the older man manipulated my member, drawing a groan of deepest pleasure from my lips. "You like that, boy?" Jim whispered in my ear as he stroked me. "Y-yeah..." "You like having an older man touch your penis like that?" "Uh-huh..." my eyes closed in bliss "Do it to me while I do you." he ordered. My trembling hand reached out and grasped his cock. It was so hot to the touch. I began a slow stroke of the older man's penis, marvelling at how it felt in my hand. "Open your eyes." his face was inches from my own. "Look me in the eyes while you jerk me." I nodded in response, unable to look away from him as we played with each other. "That's a good boy." he grunted. With that, he leaned in and kissed me roughly, taking me by surprise as his tongue invaded my mouth. At first I was shocked at it, but I shocked myself by responding aggressively, running my own tongue against his, sucking on it, letting him suck on my own tongue. He broke the kiss first, squeezing my cock hard enough to draw a whimper from me. "You dirty little boy." he grinned. My young body was on fire now. His free hand swatted my own away from his cock. "I own you now, understand?" I could only nod. He slapped me then, gently. It surprised more than hurt. "Yes sir." he corrected gently. "Y-yes. Sir." "You have a father, boy?" "No sir. He left my mom and me." "Ok. From now on, I'm your Daddy. Got that?" "Yes..." He squeezed my cock again as if to remind me. "Daddy." His smile broadened. "Good boy." With that, he kissed me again, more aggressively, pinning my smaller body to the mattress. His hand left my cock, grabbing one of my wrists, while his other hand did the same thing, pinning them above my head while he fucked my mouth with his tongue. At the same time, his cock began rubbing against my own, driving me wilder than ever. "You still a virgin?" he gasped eventually. "Yes, Daddy." "Ok, come with me." he released me, and helped me to my feet, leading me to the door. I bent to grab my shorts, and was rewarded with a slap across my right ass cheek. "Did I say pick those up, son?" "No, Daddy. But what if someone see us?" he opened the door, letting the oppressive heat radiate into the small building. "Then they can join in." he laughed, taking me by the hand. He led me out of the shack, out of the grove, and through the woods along a trail until we came across a secluded farm house. Once inside, he led me to a cool dark room. It was hard to make out details with my eyes still adjusting from the bright light of day. He guided me to my knees now, the floor was soft against them. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue son." Obediently, I did so, and was rewarded with him slowly rubbing his cockhead against my tastebuds. His precum was salty, but not unpleasantly so. In fact, I wanted more. Lots more. I closed my mouth around his cock and began sucking in earnest. "Mmmm, that's a good boy. I knew the instant I saw you playing with yourself that you were gonna be a good cocksucker." He put a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I was amazed at how far down my throat his cock would go. "Yeah, that's it you sexy little boyslut." he groaned above me. "Ok, that's it, I gotta get in you. Bend over, boyslut." Obediently, I got on all fours on the soft floor. A moment later, he entered me. I could feel every single millimeter of him as he slid deeper and deeper, taking my cherry for his own. My eyes rolled back in my head as he started to plow inside me. "Ohmygodohmygod...." I gasped. "Yeeaaaaaah, take it boy...." he gasped above me. "You fuckin like being fucked hard?" "Ohgodyesitfeelssogood!" I screamed in a burst. "Not gonna last long...haven't cum yet today..." Daddy groaned. "Here it comes...." With a shout his cock began to spasm inside me. I could feel his fluid filling me up. His cock slid out of me, and I collapsed. "None of that now." he scolded. I felt myself being lifted up, and the next thing I knew, my wrists were being held above me. I looked up and saw a pair of leather cuffs hanging me from the ceiling. "You can go home when I'm done with you." he grinned at me.