Aftermath of a Summer Hike
Several days after meeting a strange man while hiking in the forest not far from my home, my cell phone buzzed while I was at work. It was a text from an unknown number that said simply: “I enjoyed our hike together and I was wondering if you would like to get together to compare notes. Please let me know if you are available but I will remind you that you said I could contact you to meet up and if I did, you would not say no. Claude.”
A short, somewhat cryptic direct note from a fellow I met, and had sex with in the woods, but whose name I did not know until today, surprised me. He was interesting in his anonymity and abilities but I was undecided about meeting him again. When we first met, he ordered me to hike in the nude, had me suck his cock and sodomized me in the woods, but was that enough foreplay to entice me to meet him again? Who am I kidding, I enjoyed the hell out of that afternoon so yes, it was. I responded quickly with “Claude, it would be a pleasure to see you again. Please give me some dates and times that work for you and let me know where. I will confirm. Jeff.”
I didn’t have to wait long for his reply, and we set up a meeting at his home for the next evening. I was excited by the prospect of seeing him and finding out if sex the second time would be as exciting as it was during our initial meeting. I knew his name now so some of the mystery was gone but the meeting was in a stranger’s home, a place that I had never seen, so there was an unknown element in play. I read many stories about people meeting via online dating apps and then disappearing for quite a while until their bodies are discovered in a swamp or dumped on the side of the road, so, yeah this would be a fun date!
Claude’s home was in a nice neighborhood, not overly crowded but well kept. The car in the driveway was relatively new and practical for a man who enjoyed the outdoors, and it was clean. When I reached the front door and rang the bell, it took a couple of minutes for him to answer, and he surprised me by opening the door stark naked. “Hi Jeff, nice to see you again, come on in.”
“Hi, you didn’t have to dress so formally for me,” I joked as I entered.
“My home is always a nude environment, much more comfortable and less intimidating. Plus it promotes open conversation among other things. Please place your clothes on the chair in the corner while I get us a drink. What would you prefer, I have almost anything?”
“I’ll have what you’re having to keep it simple,” I said walking to the chair to remove my clothes.
After undressing I was walking around the room looking at the photos and mementos that were present when Claude came up to me, handed me a glass of bourbon and ice, and then squeezed my nipple. “I seem to remember that you liked a gentle nipple squeeze, or do I have you confused with another handsome man?” he said.
“No, you remembered correctly, and thank you,” I replied, “for both.”
We clinked glasses and sat on the leather sofa next to each other sipping our drinks. He teased my nipple with the tip of his finger while smiling at me, and then suggested that it was okay to hold his cock while we talked. I took this as a request and did as he suggested, fingering the underside of the head of his dick and wiping the precum from the slit with my finger before licking it off. He seemed to enjoy watching me and also watching my reaction as he increased pressure on my nipple using his thumb and forefinger. Soon I started moving in my seat because of the pain from the nipple squeeze that alternated with the gentle rubbing. His cock reacted to my movement and had gotten hard and erect as I gently stroked it.
“Tell me Jeff, what activity on our hike did you enjoy the most?”
I thought for a moment, distracted by the sensations coming from my nipples, and softly said, “I enjoyed the anonymity of our first encounter, and particularly when you placed your cock in my mouth and fucked my throat,” I said. I started to squirm and closed my eyes as he exerted more pressure on my nipples while holding his rock-hard dick tightly in my hand.
“You liked not knowing whose cock you were sucking, and the feeling of a total stranger’s dick slipping in and out of your throat I imagine.”
I sighed and moaned as he squeezed harder and whispered, “What about when I sodomized you? Any pleasure having my cock in your ass? The feeling of my cum running down your leg when you walked to your car?” He punctuated the last few words with a hard pinch and then moved his hand to my neck. “You like feeling my hands on you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yes what?” he said gruffly.
“Yes, sir,” I replied as he squeezed my neck to make his point.
“And?”
“I enjoyed feeling your dick in my ass, I liked having you fuck me,” I said while reacting to his pressure on my neck by breathing harder and moaning softly. I continued speaking without being prompted, şişli escort “I enjoyed having your cock stretch my anus, the dull pain and pleasure as you moved your stiff dick in and out of my ass, the pressure on my insides as you pushed deep inside me, the spasms and pulsing of your cock as your semen was forced into my ass. I enjoyed being your bitch and feeling your body on top of me, being unable to move.”
He released the pressure on my neck and told me that he appreciated my candor and was happy to have made an impression on me. After catching my breath and relaxing for a moment, I took a sip from my glass, and he did the same. He was very calm, and his voice was soothing but his eyes were intently focused on my face. I believe that he enjoyed causing me some discomfort with his questions and getting me to admit my feelings about what he did to me. If I were with someone on a date and we engaged in similar activities, it would be a pleasant sexual experience that is an extension of the date. But meeting a stranger for the first time and allowing him to sodomize you and stick his cock down your throat without even knowing his name, is different. It brings about a type of arousal that is different and hard to explain. It is animalistic and raw, strictly fucking for the sake of fucking, and quite a turn on. I felt it again as he painfully squeezed my nipples and then gently choked me while I sat calmly and let him do it, leaking precum from my erect penis and panting like a little bitch.
Claude stood up and finished his drink, extending his hand for my glass before walking to the bar area to make another. “Jeff, I reached out to you the other day because I have been thinking about you since we first met and felt that we have good chemistry. I did not want this opportunity to pass us by without seeing if a proper relationship might not suit us both.”
He dropped an ice cube in our glasses and handed one to me before resuming his seat next to me. “Would you like it if we got to know each other better to see if we are compatible?” he asked while dipping his finger in the cool bourbon and rubbing the liquid on my erect nipple. “I think that there are things that we both enjoy that might form the basis for a pleasant symbiotic relationship.”
I took a sip of my drink and looked at him as he smiled at me mischievously. “We seemed to get along well when we first met and I enjoyed the experience with you so, yes, I would like to know you better,” I replied. “But I am not into anything rough or painful and if that is what you have in mind, count me out.”
“I know that there was some slight discomfort involved in certain things that we did but you didn’t appear to be too bothered by it. Am I wrong?” he said.
“No, you are not wrong but they could represent the limit of my tolerance so I do not wish to commit to something and then find out that we are on a different page if you get my drift. It is one thing to allow playful nipple squeezing and quite another to be whipped or caned.”
“Jeff, have you ever been strapped?” he said with a laugh.
“No, but I don’t think I would like my ass and back lashed with a leather strap. The idea of swollen red welts is not appealing to me quite frankly.”
“But you don’t know if the pain of a strap brings about a certain pleasure that makes it worth the inconvenience, do you? Who knows, you may find the experience stimulating and highly erotic. Wouldn’t it be interesting to try a few different experiences so that you could offer an informed opinion?” Claude reached for my nipple again and gently massaged it between his thumb and forefinger before adding, “That feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I replied quietly as I closed my eyes to allow me to focus on the sensations I was feeling.
He squeezed harder and twisted while asking, “See, a slight increase in pressure and technique brings a different sensation that is slightly more painful but still feels good, right?”
I moaned and whispered, “Yes, it’s very…good. Please don’t stop.”
When he did release my nipple there was a rush of blood back into the tissue and a sharp pain that caused me to gasp. “You see, Jeff, there was a period of extreme pleasure followed by a brief pain when I removed the pressure. Wasn’t the pleasure worth the small amount of discomfort?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“We can explore these things together and share the experiences. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes,” I replied, “but please be gentle with me.”
“Of course,” he said. “If you are a good bitch I will treat you accordingly. Tonight, you have been candid and forthcoming and I would like to offer you a small reward so please follow me.” We walked together to his bedroom and he stretched across his bed, hanging his head over the side of the mattress. “This is a nice position since it allows easy entry into my throat and I would like you to place your dick in my mouth so that I can offer you some pleasure. nişantaşı escort As your erection grows you can allow it to go into my throat and you can fuck it like a warm cunt. Would you enjoy that, Jeff?”
My erection answered that question for me, so I went on to place my dick in his mouth and as it grew, I began to gently push it into his throat. Claude accepted the face fucking happily while stroking his stiff penis and moaning. The sensations increased and it wasn’t long before I felt spasms in my abdomen and my dick started pulsing jets of warm semen to accumulate in his mouth. When I finished ejaculating, Claude got to his knees, grabbed my head by the sides and began kissing me to spit the mouthful of semen into my mouth before pushing his tongue in as well.
The kissing ended when I swallowed my load of cum and showed that my mouth was empty. Claude held my arms against my sides and pushed me onto the bed before grabbing a small bottle of lube and coming to join me brandishing a stiff dick. He took some of the lube and applied it to my anus, pushing some inside with his fingers, and then coated his cock as well before moving my knees to his shoulders to expose the entrance to my ass. “Jeff, put your hands above your head and use one hand to hold the other wrist. You know what’s coming but I don’t want to hear a sound from you except for moaning, and I want you to keep still. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I said softly.
“What do you want, Jeff?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel you all the way up my ass, sir.”
“That’s my little bitch,” he replied before pushing his hard cock into my ass with one forceful thrust causing me to gasp at the pain of sphincter being stretched and whimpering.
The motion of thrusts and withdrawal commenced and kept a steady pace for about two minutes before increasing in depth and intensity. He held my arms and stared into my eyes while I tried to remain quiet and still as I was being viciously sodomized. Finally, he gave a few final hard thrusts and then pushed deep and held still while his cock pulsed hot semen into my colon and my sphincter contracted tightly around his dick. I felt my rectum begin to spasm and his dick gave up its last drops before beginning to slowly shrink.
“That’s my sweet little cunt. You’ve got a nice ass, and I enjoy making you squirm when I pin you to the mattress with my cock.” As he withdrew his dick my sphincter began to throb and tighten when it was no longer stretched wide open. “How did you like having my dick in your tight ass again?” he said.
“I liked it very much, sir. Thank you.”
I took some tissues from the night table to wipe his dick but before I started he commanded, “Do it properly. Go to the bathroom for a washcloth with warm water to wash me off. When you’re done, go wash yourself off and then come back to suck any remaining cum from my dick. You’re a good cocksucker so let’s not waste your talent.”
Claude remained on the bed as I washed his dick and balls, and then I cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to suck his cock again. His penis got semi-erect and he enjoyed having my lips and mouth around his dick yet again. My mouth was getting tired, my stomach was full of cum, and his semen was leaking from my ass. I was tired and sore, but very calm and relaxed. If he wanted to fuck me again right now, I would have agreed. He was a unique man and for some reason I wanted to please him unquestioningly.
“Jeff, this will be enough for tonight,” he said as he rose from the bed. “But I would like to see you again this week and I will have a leather strap with me. If you do not wish to find out what it feels like to have your buttocks strapped while you are blindfolded and gagged, with a butt plug inserted in your ass, just text me to say that you are no longer interested in seeing me. If, on the other hand, you willingly agree to meet me for another rendezvous, be prepared to accept what I have outlined as there will be no negotiation once you walk in. Do you have any questions?”
“Is there another option?” I asked as I got up.
Claude smiled and responded, “You do have two options: either you come to me, or you don’t. The choice is yours and you can pick either one. I have enjoyed being with you tonight and I look forward to hearing from you later this week.”
After wiping away the semen that was dripping down my legs, I got dressed and walked to the door. Claude accompanied me and kissed me on the lips before opening the door, saying “Jeff, I hope that you decide to return to me as I will miss you terribly if you do not. Good night.” I walked out into the darkness as the door closed behind me feeling strangely alone and empty.
The next day I found myself thinking about Claude and what had transpired between us the prior evening. The sex was nice and a good stress reliever, mecidiyeköy escort but what I mainly focused on was his sales pitch: ‘Isn’t the pleasure worth a small amount of discomfort?’ This resonated with me for some strange reason. The troubling part was who would determine what comprised a ‘small amount’ of discomfort? I understood that he wanted my submission to his desires and while being submissive could be exciting, I didn’t want to sign on for real abuse when I would be blindfolded and gagged. If I found myself tied up as well, I would be unable to resist his idea of a ‘small amount of discomfort’. The more that I thought about this conundrum the more concerned, and aroused, I became.
Another day passed without a firm decision on my part although I was not as preoccupied with the prospect of being his sex toy as I was the day before. Perhaps that was some progress in its own right. Slow yet steady progress toward what?
Friday arrived and I was engrossed in solving problems relating to my current project, not allowing distractions to break my concentration, when my cell buzzed with an incoming text to bring me back to the real world. “Jeff, since I have not heard from you I wanted to make sure all is well. If my suggestion from the other night does not appeal to you, I will accept your choice, but I had hoped to have your decision directly and not by default. I believe that you owe me that much. Claude”
It is amazing how a simple statement sharpens focus particularly when it is accompanied by an unsolicited text. Suddenly my unconscious thought processes came to the forefront and this decision went to the top of my “To Do” list. I could feel the stirring in my loins as I thought about what Claude was asking me, and maybe I wanted to submit to him to have the experience of being dominated by another man, unable to refuse his desires without punishment. I was thinking with my penis and my erection was casting its vote.
I typed the words: “Claude, my apologies for not getting back to you before you sent your text. I have been giving your suggestion a lot of thought and I would like to see you to discuss the matter further. Would that be possible tonight or tomorrow?” My finger was poised over the ‘send’ button while my mind raced. I had a feeling how he would respond but I had to find out for sure, so I touched ‘send’ and held my breath.
Within a few minutes the reply came in: “I would be happy to meet with you and we could talk for a while if you like but please understand that my stipulations have not changed. I will expect you to arrive at my door tomorrow at 7:30pm, naked and be prepared for what comes next. At the end of our time together you will have the option of coming back or declining the proposal. This choice I will give you one time, and we can discuss how you feel at that time as well. I await your confirmation.”
After reading his reply I wanted to masturbate but decided that I would hold off until after tomorrow’s meeting. I was breathing heavily and my heart was fluttering in anticipation of what was to come. I typed “I will be there at 7:30pm as requested. Jeff.”
The hours passed slowly but eventually the time came. I sat in my car in his driveway remembering his instructions: arrive at 7:30pm, come to the door naked and be prepared for what comes next. The last part was a little nebulous since he had mentioned a strap, a blindfold, a gag and a butt plug. I could prepare to be blindfolded and gagged, that was easy and required no preparation other than my willingness. A butt plug was a little different since they come in various sizes but if he was reasonable I imagine that I could accommodate a plug. I irrigated my colon to ensure that I was clean on the inside and that only left the strap, which was the most uncertain of all items. I hoped that Claude would understand that this was my first time and be a little sympathetic to my predicament but, then again, I have no history with him and don’t know how far he would push my ‘discomfort’.
I wiggled out of my clothes in the car and after looking around in the twilight, I got out and walked to his door to ring the bell. Waiting patiently, or more correctly impatiently, I heard noises from inside his house but the door had not opened as quickly as I hoped and two cars passed by, the second one slowing a bit.
When the door finally opened, I saw Claude smile as he stood naked and welcomed me into his lair. “It is nice to see that you follow instructions. Come in, Jeff.”
I entered and the butterflies in my stomach settled down a little bit as I watched Claude walk to the bar area. “Would you like a bourbon to help you relax?”
“I would like that very much. Thank you,” I said.
“Try not to overthink this. Your imagination is your worst enemy and be confident that I will not push you past your limits. In the end, you will experience a very pleasurable evening and leave here as you have in the past.”
“And how would you describe that?” I inquired with a smile.
“Well, I would say with a stomach full of semen and cum from your ass running down your legs. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?” he replied with a laugh. My stiffening penis betrayed me and Claude took note of it commenting, “It seems that you like the idea, am I right?”