Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 11:00:43 EST
From: Zak556@aol.com
Subject: Exploring the Woods Part IV

Part IV -- "Exploring the Woods"
By: Zak 556
Adult stuff, if offended do not read.

School had not yet begun and I was obsessed with cock and sucking. It was all
I could think about. I'd visited my Dad's bed several times in the night
while my mother was out of town. And while he slept, I'd ridden his hot huge cock
till he filled me with his seed.
     It was a strange and exciting feeling, my dad's dick inside me.
     He still stayed asleep during my night visits, at least he pretended to
be asleep.
I wanted more. I wanted to expand my experience to other cocks too. Older,
younger, white, black, I didn't care, I wanted them all.
     There was an old retired guy who lived right behind us. He took great
care in tending to his lawn. It was perfectly trimmed and detailed to
perfection. He was always working out in the back yard. I decided to see if I could
interest him in a little action.
     I was home alone during the day, so I stripped naked, checked to see if
the coast was clean and walked out on our back deck. No one could see me from
the side yards, only Mr. Taylor. I pretended to be looking through the shrubs
around the deck for something. Pretended that he wasn't there. I moved through
and around the bushes, aware of his stare. He didn't say anything, just
watched. I moved closer and closer to his side of the fence. He just stood there
and starred. I bent over, stooped, stretched, made sure he had a great show. My
cock was totally hard by this time, the excitement of exposing myself naked
like this outside.
     He completely stopped what he was doing and just stood at the fence
watching my performance as I continued to pretend to not be aware of his hot,
burning gaze.
     I moved down the fence and swung around right in front of him. I jumped,
pretending to be surprised.
     "Oh, Mr. Taylor," I stammered. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you where
out. I'm so embarrassed."
     He didn't say anything for a minute or two. "I figured you didn't know
anyone was watching," he finally said. His eyes were glued to my cock which
pointed straight upward right toward him. "You're gonna sunburn something you
don't want to if you not careful."
     "I guess you're right," I replied, smiling, not trying to hide my
erection.
     I moved closer to the fence and closer to Mr. Taylor. He just kept
starring.
     "Is Mrs. Taylor home." I asked. Hoping she wasn't.
     "No," he replied. "She's off shopping. Why?"
     "I wondered if you might have some suntan lotion I could borrow." I
moved closer to the fence and noticed peeking over, a distinct bulge in his
jeans.
     "Yep, I've got some you can borrow, but I don't think you can walk
around to the front of my house UNdressed like that," he continued.
     "I could just jump over the fence," I said, hoping he'd not turn me
down.
     "Okay," is all he said as he looked around to see if anyone was
looking.
     I leaped over the fence and followed him, bare ass and all, into his
back door. He returned from the bathroom with an old bottle of coppertone. He
held the bottle out to me.
     "Could you put it on," I asked.
     He starred at my naked body, my hard little cock and slowly opened the
bottle, squeezed some lotion into his hands and began working it on my
shoulders. He continued down my sides onto my hips, down my legs as he knelt in front
of me. My hard cock was right in front of his mouth. I leaned into him, he
opened and swallowed every inch of my hard boycock. He sucked like he'd never
tasted a cock before, sucked hard and moaned with every breath. He used his
lotion covered hands to massage my asscheeks, fingering my hole. I moaned and
leaned into his wild sucking of my cock. I was so excited, so turned on by my
trapping him, that I came almost instantly. He pulled off and let my cock shoot
right across his kitchen floor. He watched and held my cock as it let loose the
last stream of white hot cum.
     "Thank you," I moaned. "That was really nice. It's your turn now."
     "My turn," he asked.
     "Yah," can I return the favor and make your thing shoot too?"
     "You sure can," he smiled.
     I took hold of his belt and pulled it loose. Undid his pants and
grabbing his jeans and boxers pushed them down and off. His cock was nice and hard
and thick, uncut, heavy foreskin hung over the huge head. His cockhair was fully
gray, I'd never seen totally gray pubs like that. His balls hung low and
full.
     "Do you want me to suck you or do you want to stick it inside me," I
asked as I held his throbbing cock.
     "Lay on the table," he instructed, " on your stomach."
     I did as he ordered and laid across the wooden kitchen table, my legs
dangling, my ass exposed, all his.
     He took some of the lotion and rubbed it on his cock, then some on my
asscheeks, in into my hole.
     He grabbed his cock, moved between my legs, positioned the head right at
my boycunt and popped it in. It went deeper and deeper as he moaned louder
and louder. It went all the way to the base till I felt his cockhair tickling my
ass. I squeezed around his beautiful cock, I knew this was what I was wanted
more than anything--the feel of a hard cock fucking me. He thrust like a
Wildman, not like an old guy, an old guy who seemed too old for sex. He held my hips
and thrust deep, deeper, like he wished he could push right through me. The
harder he thrust, the harder my hips pounded the surface of the old wooden
table, the hotter it felt. My little cock was hard again too, pressed between my
stomach and the hard surface of the table. The table where he and his sweet
little old lady wife sat and ate dinners. I wondered if he still fucked her. I
hoped not, I wanted his cock and didn't want to share it with her.
     With one final gut-level moan, he thrust deep and his cock exploded
inside me. I felt the hot cum filling me. I moaned too, my hands reached back and
held him tight against me, tight inside me. He fell on top of my back and bite
my neck as I felt the final spasm within me.
     He didn't say anything, just laid on top of me till his cock went soft
and popped out. I could feel his wet cock against my ass, could feel his load
ooze out from my hole. He stood, pulled me up, turned me around and hugged me
tight to his chest. Our cocks pressed against one another; his soft, mine hard
again.
     He looked at my hard cock and told me to sit on the table and jack off
while he watched. He left the room and returned with a camera, and as I jacked
and moaned as he's ordered, he shot picture after picture of me in action. I
quickly reached that point of no return and laying back across the table shot
my load all over my chest.
     As I lay breathing heavy, exhausted, he rubbed my cum all over my chest,
all over my spent cock and balls. He leaned down and kissed me, pushing his
tongue in my mouth. I sucked his tongue. And threw my arms around his neck.
     "I've got some buddies," he continued. "They'd love to meet you. We
meet for lunch on Fridays. You interested."
     "You bet," I said without a thought. Without a thought except one --
more cock.