In nature, it is so natural.

Asleep in my tent was when I first felt a man's hands on my body. Quietly and in the dark, a hand cupped my young balls and caressed them, genlty tugged on them. I did not know how it was, I only knew this was a male only trip. I did not speak, I did not protest. Instead my mouth opened, my head tilted back and I closed my eyes. Lost in the feeling. Waves and tingles washed over me. Nothing had ever felt so good. I had girls touch me before but this was so different, so much more erotic. So much more pleasurable. A man's energy, his lust, so powerful and it was so very easily communicated in that touch. Needs and desires only another guy could know and as I would come to learn, fully satisfy.

All I could hear was my heart racing and our breathing. His touch was everything I craved and I didn't even know it. I would of never suspected. His fingers tracing over my instantly rock hard cock made my body tremble and my mind feel as if it were melting. He stroked me as I throbbed. I felt unable to move. I didn't want to move. I didn't want anything to break this moment, break this spell I was under. It felt so good, so thrilling. I fellt like putty in his hands. I wanted to be putty in his hands. For him to manipulate and mold.

I felt him move closer. "Oh, please suck me" It was all I could think. I could hear his breathing, I could sense his lust. His low, soft grunts, I was ready to beg him. Then... his lips, sliding over me. His tongue, lapping at me. My eyes rolled back in my head. How could it possibly feel this incredible, a man's mouth. How could it totaly control me like this? Questions I would ask myself later, but now there was only this moment. This amazing moment.

He sucked me with his warm, wet mouth until I neared orgasm. I knew I should tell him, but I feared a spoken word would shattered the silence, even worse the moment. My body shook, he knew, he knew all too well, and I released into his eager mouth. I stuffed bedding into my mouth in fear of yelling out. I came so hard, so much. He left me completely spent as he slipped out as quietly as he entered.

All the next day, it was all I could think about. How good it felt and who it might of been. I looked for signs. A sly smile, a knowing nod but nothing. Even if I did find out, how would I respond? Would I ignore him? Would I thank him? Would I write him a note and beg him to visit me again? Such a change, so quickly, was coming over me. So much young curiousity now and so much eager lust. I wondered what it would be like to touch him as he had touched me. Would there be the same overwhelming thrill? Would there be the same charge of erotic electricity? The same deeply satisfied feeling? I could sense my nervousness grow along with the desire. I spent the day hoping for another late night visit. I also decided that I would touch his cock before I came. I was afraid I would lose my nerve if I waited.

That night I did not sleep. I layed awake, completley unable to relax. My cock throbbed and bounced in anticipation. With every sound I froze, listening, hoping it was him. At some point I drifted off.

Sometime later, I was awoken again by this man in my tent. I felt the same rush and thrill as the night before, but this time I had an eager, lusty desire also. He slid in and I put my hand out in the dark to feel for him. I felt his chest, warm and manly and experienced that same wave and charge of excitement. My fingers moved down his body in a desparate search. I was in cock lust. I feeling I had not known before, but now found so powerful and uncontrollable. I felt him shift, I heard his belt. He knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed. He had been here himself, I am sure, many years before. He gave me what I craved, I felt his manhood drop into my hand.

I was struck like lightning by the sensation. So warm, so full, his balls. So soft, yet firm his shaft. Touching him made pre cum leak from my tip. I just layed there and held him. His balls spilling out around my fingers and his warm, wonderful cock getting stiffer by the second. His hard dick felt so big in my hand. My finger tips moved over it as if wanting to memorize every sensual detail, every incredible inch. Again, he sucked me and I shook, cumming quickly, uncontrollably. Again, he slipped away. Moments later, I knew I wanted more. I wished I had done more. I wished I had tried sucking his cock and feared I might of missed the chance.

Early the next day, a man approached me and asked if I was interested in a nature hike. This was common, but I could not help but wonder if this was my visitor. I felt my cock harden at the thought. My sexual desires seemed to be out of my control. When the man said, "OK, let's go," I felt my legs weaken, my pulse quicken and my hunger grow. It was just the two of us going and that forsure was not common.

Down the trail we went. I could hear my own heart beat pounding. Though some trees, to a small clearing and he turned towards me. I knew this was the moment, the deciding moment. My curiosity, my lust for cock was completely over powering. My need for sex, the thrill of his touch, that electric charge. I was addicted to it so quickly and so totally. I was nervous, but when he turned to me, I knew I would suck cock.

He held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me towards him, there is nothing like the feeling. His warmth, his desire, so strong and so communicated without words. No words were needed, the only sounds were heart beats, heavy breathing and those of nature. His hands moved over my body, over my crotch and ass. It made me hard. I nervously, but eagerly, ran my hands over his, also. It made me want to slide down to my knees. I felt I needed cock, like oxygen. I had to see it, to touch it again, to have it on my lips, in my mouth. Such an odd, powerful and wonderful urge... to service another male. A desire stronger than any I had experienced before. Shaking, trembling, I undid his pants and pushed them down. Hard cock sprung out, the sight took my breath away. So much eager desire, such a surprising lust. It started slowly that first night, but now it had over taken me. Now, I pressed my lips to his hard dick.

Such warmth, such power, it felt so good. Even now I find it impossible to fully describe. On my knees, kissing an older man's cock and it was the most thrilling and fulfilling moment of my life. It also seemed like the most natural of moments. Male on male, young man on man. Both knowing the lust, the need of the other. I felt his cock's power, every inch and every curve. It felt incredible. I moaned, surprisingly easy and eager and wrapped my lips around it. I let it slide deep in my horny mouth and moaned again when I felt it's full girth and tasted his sweet flavor. So natural and I found it so quickly delicious and addictive. Nothing was better, nothing was sexier or more exciting. I moaned for it and sucked him, eager to make him cum, eager to taste it and to swalllow it. Yes, I had already decided I would not miss any of this experience.

Surprised by how thrilling it was to hear him moan! I made him moan! He was nearing orgasm, I could sense it, I could feel it. I loved it! I sucked him hard. My willing young mouth eager for his sperm. He was moaning, I was moaning... then I felt the warm rush. Then I felt it running down my throat. I felt dizzy, fizzy, light headed and immediately different. Although, I could not describe how. I did feel a connection, though. A connection to him, to nature. When he pulled me to my feet, he kissed me. I would of never dreamed of kissing a guy before, but now, with the taste of his cum in my mouth, it was wonderful and so very natural. I let him kiss me deep. His tongue tasting his own cum. My cock throbbed and leaked pre cum. We kissed as he stroked me, he almost held me. My legs felt weak and shook as I shot cum onto the forest floor. His fingers, coated in my cum felt so good on my sensitive dick. I started to stroke his cock now, too.

Streaks of sun light through the trees and two males in an embrace. Mouths kissing, hands exploring. He was getting hard again in my hand. I kissed him harder, encouraging his erection. I wanted more, so much more. Again, I moved to my knees. Eager and this time with an odd confidence. I licked his hanging balls. I kissed and licked his shaft and around his cock's head. When he said that we should be getting back, I was actually disappointed.

Back in camp, I felt so different. As if I had cocksucker written on my forehead. However as the minutes ticked by, I realized, at least on the outside, nothing had changed. I had changed though. I felt euphoric and enlightened one minute, dirty, slutty and shameful the next. I was not sure which feeling I liked more, to be honest. What I did know is that I could still feel the lump in my throat from so very willingly swallowing his cum load and that thinking about it made my cock stir in my pants. It had only been hours, but I was ready to do it all over again.

Another restless night followed. I so wanted another visit, but it never happened. Instead I pleasjred myself thinking abut his mouth and hands on me. The way he could make my body feel. The tingles, the energy, the thrill. Mostly though, it was the memory of cock on my lips and stuffed in my mouth. So quickly I had gone from not interested to borderline obsessed. The next day, it was difficult to be calm when he suggested another nature hike.

The rush of excitement. The thrill of anticipation. Young lust, boiling over. As much as I loved his attention and him pleasuring me, It was thoughts of his cock that made me tingle and become weak. Walking up the trail to our spot, my cock was already swollen, so horny. It was as if I could never get enough of this new and wonderful sex. I think maybe he knew it, too. He knew my willingness, my eagerness. Maybe that is why I could see through the trees that a blanket had been layed down. Maybe that was why there was another man there, also.

Older than the man I had been having sex with, I recognized him immediately from the camp. I was confused and disappointed, at first. I felt like our wonderful secret had been let out, that it was over. That I would be in trouble. I stopped in my tracks, frozen. A hand on the small lf my back and encouraging words in my ear, I was guided forward. The older man, spoke "Mind if I join you?" More encouraging words from my man and the sight of them both beginning to undress began to lessen my nerves. I was struck however by the size of this other man's cock and balls. Hanging... long and thick, already bigger than my cock and my man's and he wasn't even hard. His balls, full, large and firm, looked huge under his shaft. I felt a nervous lump in my throat, but my cock stirred. To this day, the sight of soft, hanging, thick cock makes my knees weak. The sight of it moving and swinging makes me want to kiss it, lick it and make it hard. I knew I would soon be licking and sucking that old man's big cock, even if I wasn't into him. His dick made me want to drop to my knees. This was totally out of my control, they knew it, I knew it. Still frozen where I stood, the older man approached me. Fuck his cock was huge and looked heavy as it swung with his movement. Desire began to replace fear. He stood in front of me and lifted off my shirt. He licked my nipples and I became as hard as a rock. As if directly linked to some sexual overdrive switch, I was so turned on and let loose by his tongue licking and flicking my nipples. It was natural, it was instict, I moved my hand to his dick and caressed it. My own cock was throbbing now, begging to be released. My breathing became heavy, my brain tingled. My man moved to us and kissed me before falling to his knees. He kissed my hard dick through my pants and moaned at how hard I was. I stroked the older man and he kiseed his cock also. My pants were quickly off and he stripped down, also. All three of us totally nude, intertwined and out in the open.

They layed me down and took turns licking my rock hard and bouncing cock. I knew then what it must be like to be intoxicated. I felt light headed, lost in the mouths that pleasured me. My young lust wanted more though and my hands searched for and explored their bodies. They knew my desire and moved so I could stroke their dicks and craddle their balls. Two mouths on me and a man's cock in each hand. I trembled and shook and came for them, because of them. The older man moaned and said softly, "Yes." I felt his mouth on me and heard hungry "Mmmm" sounds as he devoured my young, hot cum.




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To know the pleasure. The need that only being with another man or special gurl can quench, can satisfy. Something that can make you so nervous at first and then so fulfilled. Something addictive, something that drives you, that turns you on like nothing else. Like no one else has. To feel his touch, to know his lust, to feel him and touch him, also.