A gay sex story: Into the Woods
A semi fictional tale of my life growing up in the 1980’s.
All characters depicted are over eighteen, unprotected sex is obviously not recommended.
The first part is 100% true, the remainder is just fantasy.
I was, as everyone believed, to be a normal kid in his late teens getting on with life in a small town in Southern England. A tad under six feet in height, an average student who excelled more at sporting activities than in the classroom. I had, back then, a small circle of friends who regularly met to do what bored teens tend to do, which was drinking, smoking weed and generally fooling around. I had a few casual girlfriends but nothing that serious, somehow my interest would wane and we just stopped seeing each other.
But I had a guilty secret, every now and then I had the strongest sexual urge which I couldn’t control. I felt ashamed, but as I said it felt totally out of my hands, no pun intended. It was if my cock was in the driving seat, whispering in my ear ” Yeah let’s do it, come on you know you love it”. And I did.
Out drinking with my mates I would make excuses to leave and with mocking insults such as lightweight and pussy boy thrown my way I would make my way, or so they thought, home.
But I didn’t.
Turning the corner into my dimly lit street a path led away from the houses and, as I am sure you have guessed, into the woods. I knew the paths like the back of my hand and as twigs cracked underfoot made my to a very private spot concealed by ferns and shrubs. With shaking hands I would peel off my tee shirt, next my shorts were off exposing my tenting cock, then came shoes and socks and then finally my pre cum stained briefs.
The feeling of being naked outdoors with the cool night air caressing my body was intoxicating, it was like a drug and although I knew it was wrong my cock thought otherwise, I got so hard it almost hurt.
It was dirty and naughty.
It was animalistic.
It was so fucking erotic.
I loved it.
Often I straddled a fallen branch and let the coarse bark rub between my cheeks and under my scrotum bringing waves of pleasure to my rigid six inch teen cock. I would moan softly as I gripped my member and with my head thrown back began to slowly wank.
It never took a long time, maybe three or four minutes until my rigid cock spewed out ropes of creamy cum onto the fallen Autumn leaves below.
After the euphoria had worn off shame started to creep in and dressing hurriedly would make my way quickly home to the safety of my bedroom.
God only knows what my friends would say if they knew about my nocturnal escapades, I would probably be branded a gay pervert and be ostracised by one and all so I kept this part of my life deeply hidden, it was almost a Jekyll and Hyde existence.
Anyway fast forward a couple of years and my longest girlfriend so far had left me, I think my unenthusiastic reaction to sex had become a bore, who could blame her, she needed a stud which obviously I wasn’t.
Don’t get me wrong her pussy excited me and I loved the feeling of giving her oral, but she didn’t reciprocate, after a while i just got bored.
One evening I found myself alone and horny wondering what to do, remember this is pre mobile phone era so I couldn’t “Phone a friend”.
And the voices started in my crotch.
“Go to the woods, get naked and have a glorious wank”, my cock began to take command and it began to twitch at the thought, I grabbed a light jacket and headed out.
It was a lovely warm moonlit evening with a light breeze rippling through the tree canopy, perfect I thought and pressed on through the woods and onto the seldom used narrow track.
The path sloped gently downhill and at the bottom I parted a bush and veered off to the left
After a few feet I dipped under a fallen tree and I found myself at my secret spot.
I felt my cock stiffen as I prepared my well versed routine and soon found myself naked in nature, the breeze lapped around my crotch as my erection quickly built. I rubbed my naked body relishing the feeling and sight of my nakedness outdoors.
I sat on the rough bark trunk and grasped my raging hardon.
Then suddenly I heard a twig snap and my face drained of blood as I realised a man had appeared in the clearing, grabbing my bundle of clothes I covered up my nudity whilst my mind span at a hundred miles an hour.
Shit…shit…shit, I had been busted. Attempting to pull on my pants I tripped and fell face planting into the dirt, I finally managed to conceal my manhood and sat back down on the branch, I gathered the rest of my clothes and looked for an exit. The stranger stood before me and the undergrowth that led me home, putting my head in my hands I quietly wept.
Possible scenarios screamed through my head all of them with the same outcome, public humiliation, possible arrest? Was public nudity a crime? Was I going to prison to be beaten and sodomized by a big hairy lifer, I had no idea.
“Hey don’t cry, calm down please, my name is Tony” he said extending his hand.
I looked at him for the first time, he was mid to late fifties I guessed, about my height with messy blond hair and a kind smiling face, my next impressions shocked me, I found him to be quite handsome.
What the hell was going on in my head, I had just met the guy in the most embarrassing vulnerable situation and i was checking him out? I should go, make a run for it and hope I never see him again.
But I stayed put and accepted his handshake. His hand was large and warm and as we touched he placed his other hand over mine and smiled.
“Let me sit with you and I’ll tell you a story, it won’t take long and when I’m done you can leave or stay, no pressure the choice is yours” I nodded and he sat and began.
Tony’s tale was eerily familiar, growing up in a small town near to here he always felt different, a bit of an outsider as he like me had a secret sexual fetish that he couldn’t control, the desire to masturbate naked outdoors when the opportunity arose. But there was a twist, one evening he came accross an older gent naked and stroking.
“I should have left and gone home, but I didn’t” he said.
He told me that he stood and watched, then dropped his shorts and began to wank in time with the older guy who was now aware of his company.
Over the next year the man had taught Tony things he never knew existed between two consenting men and he loved it. Then one day the guy vanished. Tony moved on with his life, got married and had kids but knew that buried deep in his soul the urge still existed waiting to be rekindled again.
While he had been talking he had moved closer so his hairy thigh was now pressed against mine.
“So it seems as though the tables have turned and I’m the older guy now” he chuckled to himself. I glanced at his crotch and saw the outline of his semi erect cock and felt mine rapidly growing in my briefs. It seemed as though his tale had aroused us both.
“So” he continued “Do you want to hang out for a bit or go home? I came here for some release and so did you so we could perhaps just do it together?”