1. Rape in the woods.


    Date: 10/3/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Cum Swallowing, Domination / Submission, Foot or shoe fetish, Gay, Humiliation, Male Domination, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Author: Unknown user, Source: sexstories.com

    Most of the time I aim a easy going guy that lets most things roll off my back. I aim kind and caring to people because that’s how I want to be treated. But once in about five or six years I do seem to get into a fowl mode, complete with a mean streak. When in that mode I try to stay away from people till I get over it. I had had a real bad week with enough things going right. Even though it was now the weekend. I found my self-waking up 4AM Saturday morning feeling like I want to take someone’s head off. Years ago while doing some bush whacking I found a place about a half of mile off the trail. It was open to the sun with a twenty-five foot waterfall, a little sandy spot and a pool that was just deep enough to sit and cool off. I had camped there a few times and was never bother by anyone. I have never seen any signs of anyone every being there. I though this would be a good day to go there to get away from people and get out of my bad mode. It was also a good place to take pictures of my Moccasins collection. I packed some food, my camera and Moccasins in my backpack and headed out. It was 6AM by the time I made it to the trailhead. All that was parked there was a little red scooter the kind that is lucky to make it to 35 mph. Good! I though they will be on the trail while I aim out of sight and sound. I walked the trail till I came to the big rock I needed to turn at. From here there was not trail to fallow, just me and the woods. Being in the woods always turned me on a ... bit, maybe once I got to my spot, I would jerk off and start to feel better. Half an hour later I came to the last hill just before my favorite place. As I hit the top I could look down and see it. But I couldn’t believe what I saw. Down by the brook was a lone young man dancing around like a fag. I was pissed to see anyone there and a homo to boot, especially today of all days. I quietly moved in closer to get a better look. He was about twenty years old and even though I was mad I must say he did look cute. He was small, about five foot five. Thin with white skin and shaggy dark hair. It was what he was wearing that really interested me the most. He had on a white tube top, a pair of tight cut off jeans that looked like he had stolen from Daze May and a nice pair of white soft sole Thunderbirds Moccasins. He looked sexy and was turning me on. But it still was not enough to over come my bad mode. He never heard me walk into the clearing as he continued to prance around like flaming queer. I yell out, hay you fucking fag, what are you doing a fucking homo dance? He stopped and turned as I moved closer. In a feminist voice he said No! I was just having some fun. I looked him in the eye and said you look like a real cocksucker. With a smirk on his face and a smart tone to his voice he reply you just jealous, you wish it were your cock I was sucking. I don’t know what came over me, it was if some one else had taking control of my body, But the next thing I knew, with one hand I ...
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