When I got to Paul's house he had me drop my school stuff inside but then told me to get in the car. I got in, feeling excited. We had never gone on a trip before. He wouldn't tell me where we were going. Instead he told me that I was to do exactly what he said when we arrived, and that if I did, I would have a great time. I trusted him and kept getting more an more excited the further away from home.
Finally he pulled into a small parking lot near some woods. Directly off the parking lot were a few paths. Paul lead me down one that went way back and was lined with trees and bushes that were still green in the early stages of fall. When we reached a certain part of the trail Paul pulled me off into the woods and took me to a small clearing and had me kneel on the ground near a tree.
"Stay right here and don't move," he said, "I'll be back in a little while."
I stayed where he had left me, kneeling on the ground, for what felt like a really long time. I wasn't worried that he had left me. I had my cell phone with me so that, even if he had left, I wouldn't have trouble getting help. But at the time I knew he was coming back and that I would be very happy when he did.
Paul came back with two men in tow. He presented me to them with a, "There he is," and stepped back. He watched as the two men unzipped their flies and stepped forward. At first I played with both their cocks at the same time, rubbing them all over my face, taking them both in my mouth at the same time. But eventually one of them took over and began to force his cock in my mouth while the other one stood watching. I was enjoying my time being used by the men, with Paul watching from the side and sometimes telling the men to do things like slap my face with their cocks or hold my head down and gag me.
After the two men had traded off on my mouth for a while, Paul pulled me up and had me bend over. He pulled my jeans down roughly and started fucking me while I was sucking on the other guys. He would use his thrusts to force my head down on their cocks. The man who was more aggressive pulled his wet dick out of my mouth and came around the back to watch Paul fuck me. "Oh, man," he said, "You've got to give me a turn on that hole."
Paul pulled out and the man stuck his cock in. Paul resumed his role as an observer while the two men used me. I remember enjoying that moment, the feeling of being just the tool the men were using to get off. I wanted them to get off too. I was a boy who loved cum, and I wanted to take it from these men, if I could. For me anonymous sex wasn't about receiving; it was about taking.
The man fucking me shot his load into my ass and I moaned at the warmth of his cum filling me. Shortly after the man I was sucking off came too. By the time I had finished milking him dry and swallowed all his cum, the other man had retreated back to the path. The second man soon followed. When they were both gone, Paul walked over to me and brushed some of the dirt of my clothes.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
I think my smiling face and the taste of cum still in my mouth was enough to answer the question for me.
"Good. Now it is my turn."
He had me lean against a tree while he pushed his cock back into my hole. While he fucked me he let out a string of dirty phrases, loudly saying, "Yeah, you like that cock. You like getting fucked out here in the open, don't you, boy? You like knowing that anyone could walk by and see us. You like it, don't you?"
To his comments I could only cry a repeated, "Yes," as I held on to the tree. I was getting off on his dirty talk, and he was right, I did like getting fucked outside. It was exhilarating and the feeling of the bark, the cool air, and the forest sounds all added to the great fuck Paul was giving me. He came in me and we both fixed ourselves up and walked back to the path.
On the way back to the path, we passed a man who clearly cruised us. "He's up for some more fun," Paul said, gesturing to me.
"Maybe next time," the guy said. I was a little off-put by the fact that he didn't want to go back into the woods with me. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I wondered if I wasn't attractive enough for him, or not good enough. It was a creeping doubt I have had most of my life, and it bugged me for the entire car ride home. Paul noticed I was not my usual cheerful self. He offered to stop and get me some food, but I didn't want any. Even having been filled with the cum that earlier I had so craved, I could not be happy.
My mood didn't go away until we got back to his house and he took me into the bedroom and had me strip. He gave me a great blow job that shook the thoughts from my mind. But later on that night I began to focus on the man who had rejected me. I wrote about the experience in my journal and a lot of the entry was filled with the constant question of whether I was good enough or not. I was finally able to rationalize that maybe he had just been waling, not looking for sex. I pushed the thoughts away, lest they ruin my amazing first experience with outdoor sex. But they would come back eventually. They always do.
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