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The Man in the Woods
This is a work of fiction. It is much like all my fiction which has many autobiographical elements. Much of this is pure fantasy. But, when it comes right down to it, aren’t our dreams the fuel for what actually happens in our lives? I certainly hope so. If the dreams are so wonderful, we must endeavor to make our lives just as wonderful and fulfilling.
So, here’ s my latest offering. Enjoy. xxoooxxx
What to wear? What to wear? It’s the same question every day. So many choices. Let’s see, stockings of course. I think I’ll wear the black nylons with the thin lace top that will go well with that black lace garter belt. Now, what about the panties? Should I go with one of the black ones? What about something in white to contrast the garter-belt and stockings? Or, maybe, another color, just to be different? Let’s see…yellow, blue, brown, pink, red, green? Nah, I think I’ll stick with basic black today. There’s that new black lacy thong…yup, that’s the one. I love the feel of a thong; it’s always a constant reminder that I’ve got it on.
I gather each stocking in my hand until I’ve reached the foot which I slide on and pull them up over my legs. Damn but that feels good; the tight nylon on my leg and that band of lace tightly around my thigh. The other leg is also quickly covered in its nylon casing. Now my thighs match in the sense of pleasure I get from the pressure of the lace. The first glimmer of precum oozes out of my little dick. I quickly rub it off with my finger and suck it off. I hook the garter belt around my waist and carefully attach each garter to the hem of the stockings, being sure to adjust the tension. Ahhh, now I can feel the full effect of the stockings and the garter-belt as they counteract each other to complete the look and the feel.
I step into the lace black thong. It’s one size too small for me, but I’ve selected the panties in that size on purpose. With a thong I like the extra tightness it provides with the strap between my ass cheeks and my cock and balls tightly held in there lace web. As I pull the panties up i take a quick look at my hairless pubes and cock and balls. Another pearl of precum oozes out and I gather it up to suck it in.
I had taken special care to be sure everything was completely stubble free. There’s nothing worse than feeling a day-old stubble on someone’s pubes and cock and balls. I want to present an absolutely smooth look and feel should there be an opportunity to show myself to someone. The panties feel good as I pull them up tight and i’m sure to tuck in my balls to show them off to their best advantage. It feels good and I know it will look just as good when I look in the mirror to see the effect, even if my miserable cock is so small.
I have a matching bra that matches the lace garter belt that I’d love to wear today. Should I? I debate with myself. Is it worth the risk of discovery that I’m actually wearing a bra beneath my shirt? Fuck it! So what if the band in the back and the straps over my shoulders can be seen under my shirt when I stretch. So what! I love the feel of having a bra on. The encompassing band, the cups, and the shoulder straps, they feel so damn good. I feel the gentle churn in my balls and the base of my cock as more precum oozes out, now soaked into my panties.
I’m going to the park to do some writing. It’s a nice day with a breeze and the weather man, if he is to be believed, says we can expect temperatures in the mid-eighties. It’s perfect for a day outdoors. I pull on a pair of chinos over my nylon clad legs. My nylon covered ankles and feet give evidence of the stockings i’m wearing. I step into my brown loafers and I’m please that I’m showing a bit of nylon covered ankle. I ask myself, why am I wearing this stuff? It’s not a question I ask myself that often since I dress this way just about every day, and have done so for the past 15 years. The why is simple: it feels good. I always wonder if people will look at my feet and see the thin black nylon. What might be going through their minds? I know what I’d be thinking, aha, another cross-dresser. I wonder what color his panties are? There might even be an answer to that question if I happen to be sitting. My pants are always pulled down in the back when I sit revealing the hem of my panties. Of course, I enhance this view if possible, depending on where I am and the crowd that is around me. There is always the possibility that my panty hem and possibly even more may be seen. I know that with the thong I am wearing the back view is rather distinctive and tells them that I am, indeed, wearing a thong and it’s a black lace one at that.
I put on one of my short-sleeve Hawaiian patterned shirts. After all, it’s going to be a warm day and I want something that is lightweight. Besides, it makes me happy to wear such a thing. It’s out of place in our suburban park scene, but what the hell, maybe it will help attract someone who just might take a closer look and see my nylons and maybe the bra straps beneath my shirt. I check myself out in the mirror and discover that my chinos already are sporting a small wet spot. Damn, should I change? Nah, it’s only going to get worse as the excitement of being dress in my sexy things beneath my street clothes grows. Someone might see. Then…, well, then we’ll see what happens.
I grab my brown leather portfolio and check that it’s got my journal and my pen case with three fountain pens. I seem to do my best first drafts of stories as well as my journaling with paper and pen. There seems to be a direct link between my writer’s mind and my fingers when I’m utilizing these non-technical tools.
When I arrive at the park I am happy to see that my favorite picnic bench is available. It is the one nearest to the little open glade that is encompassed by the forest and gives me a view of the stream that runs by. It provides a shady quiet place to work. I sat on the bench with my back to the path that is about thirty feet away. I know as soon as I sit down that anyone who wished to see would quickly determine that I am not wearing tidy-whities. Perhaps some male of the proper persuasion might come along and perhaps be so bold as to interrupt my writing to ask what I was doing.
I planned to write for about an hour, if nothing else came up to interrupt my thinking. As I sat down on the bench I feel the heat of the sun on my back and I am joyously aware that the lacy waistband of my thong in the back is plainly visible about my trousers. If anyone is to look even closer they would see the outline of the garter straps as they crossed over the cheeks of my ass. I am keenly aware of the tight garters and my nylon clad legs. It was all I can think about for the first 10 minutes I am sitting there. Eventually, I am pleased to find myself in that quiet place in my mind where all I hear and see is the story I’m writing. The scratch of the pen nip upon the paper is the only sound that reaches my ears.
I am unsure just how long I had been mentally oblivious to my surroundings when I am suddenly aware of someone standing a few feet off to the side. They must have been standing there for several minutes. It is only at the point where I look up from my writing, trying to follow my story line that I become aware of someone. I try to evaluate just who has intruded upon my space. He looks to be in his fifties. He’s wearing sandals, tan shorts that came up to mid-thigh, and a gray t-shirt that show that he is in reasonably good shape. So many times I’ve encountered someone while I’ve been in the park and it has come to nothing. Still, I quickly check out his crotch and notice a nice bulge.
My short examination of my intruder was interrupted when he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I gathered my wits and said, “No problem. I was just about to take a break.”
“Oh? Working outside here at the park? Must be nice. You’ve certainly got a nice day for it.”
“Yup. I’m a writer. Any place I can lay my notebook down and put my pen to it is the perfect workplace for me. I don’t mind the occasional interruption.”
“Um, well, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing some mighty pretty undies.” He smiles and gives me a wink.
I was encouraged. This is the first time in weeks that it looked like I was onto a live one. Or is it some cop leading me on, trying to find out just what sort of pervert I am.
“You wouldn’t happen to have something else on under there that just as sexy would you?” he asked.
Once more, I am thinking, yes, I’ve got a live one. I turn to straddle the bench. I glance down at my thighs and can easily make out the outline of the garters where they are attached to my stockings. I hope he see them too. I look up at him and smile. He is walked slowly towards me. In the next several seconds I will know if he is safe or not. I am sitting here waiting for him to make the next move. If he just continues to talk up a storm i’ll pack up my things and leave. But if he makes any sort of overt action towards me that proves in my mind that he is someone looking for, at a minimum, a blow job or maybe he’s looking for some cock to suck. It all depends on what he does next.
I wait patiently for him to make the next move. I am not disappointed. He slowly walks towards me and sits on the bench in front of me facing away from the picnic table. His head is turned towards me and I follow his eyes. He glances down towards my legs and then back up to look me in the eyes. He smiles. I acquiesce, unsure of his intentions, I return a short nod. His left hand reaches across and begins caressing my thigh right where the garters are most pronounced.
Yes. I know he’s what I’ve been waiting for. As his hand caressing my thigh lingers at the garter, I see his bulge getting larger and a wet spot appears at his crotch. Obviously he is not wearing underwear, because now I can clearly see the outline of his growing erection and the ever enlarging wet spot from his copious precum. Of course, my own tiny dick is stirring in my panties and I’ve got this hardness beginning to show in my chinos. At least I can see the little nubbin. I hope he notices the effect his is having on me, but it would be difficult to see much of any difference. The small lump is downright unseeable.
“Would you like to go for a little walk with me? he asks. “There’s a quiet spot just inside the woods where we can get some privacy.”
I know the spot he is talking about. It will be perfect for our needs. I simply look at him and smile as I stand up. Even as I stand it releases the pressure on my pants and my tiny cock is growing to it’s full 3-inches. The bulge, mostly of my balls, in my panties is at his mouth level. I watch his eyes as they grow big and the tip of his tongue wets his lips. I gather my notebook and my pen and drop them into my portfolio. He stands, quickly looking around and then grabs my crotch where it is filling out my chinos as my legs are still straddling the bench.
I stand there enjoying the feeling of his tight grasp. My big balls are aching a a bit, and I can feel precum oozing into my lace thong and through them creating a wet spot on the front of my trousers. He squeezes harder and I moan with pleasure. He leans in next to me and whispers into my ear, “I want you. Come on there’s a cozy little place in the wood.”
He lets go of my crotch and I manage to climb over the bench without falling on my face, I’m in such a hurry. I desperately want him to see what I’m wearing. I glance around looking to see if there is anyone nearby. Do I dare? The exhibitionist in me wins. I unbutton my chinos zip down my the fly and my trousers slide down over my nylon clad legs to my ankles.
He looks at me and he says. “Such a sexy slut you are wearing that lace thong. Turn around, I want to see your ass.”
I slowly turn, trying not to trip over my pants around my ankles. I hear him mutter something I can’t make out and feel a hand caressing my bare ass cheeks.
“Nice smooth ass,” he says, and continues to caress my ass while his other hand reaches around me and pulls my thong to the side exposing my huge balls. They are hairless as is my entire pubic area, I hope he likes the smoothness of my balls. I am pleased to hear him make an appreciative noise as he fondles my balls.
“I think you’d better get those pants off from around your ankles before you trip and kill yourself.”
I look down seeing my chino still around my ankles, having forgotten them once he had begun to fondle my ass. I slip out of my loafers, and bend down to pull each trouser leg off as I assumed the semblance of the one-legged stork position.
I look around once more to see if we’ve been seen. I was glad and at the same time a bit disappointed that no one else was there to see me in my finery. I gather up my portfolio with my shoes on top, and my chinos over an arm as I walk the few feet to the start of the wooded area. I look back at my new friend, smile and beckon to him with my finger. I turn and head off into the wood. I am familiar with the path, having been along it on numerous occasions. Not more than forty feet into the wood I veer off to the right, past some high growing bushes until I enter a small open space that is completely out of sight from the path. I set my portfolio, my shoes, and my chinos down. My new friend is still right behind me. I turn towards him as I start to unbutton my shirt.
“Let me help you with that,” he says, as he steps forward and pushes my hands away from the buttons. He quickly has my shirt off and is admiring my black lace bra. “Nice outfit. You really are a sexy slut.”
I have nothing to say, but respond by stepping closer and unbuttoning his shorts. I quickly have them unzipped and dropped them down to his ankles. Indeed, my original thought that he was not wearing underwear was proven to be correct. As soon as his cock is released from the flimsy support of his shorts it sprung up, nearly slapping into his belly. He kicks off his sandals and his shorts follow in rapid succession.
I am overcome with desire for cock. I fall to my knees and take his huge hard cock into my hand. The stiffness of his cock surprises me a bit. I am pleased to see the gleam of precum oozing from his cock slit. I lick it off. It is delicious. I stroke his cock gently, feeling the hardness, the rippling veins that are all over his cock. The mushroom head is gorgeous. As I stroke his cock, more and more precum oozes out. I lick up each drop, savoring every morsel of him.
I am only doing this for two or three minutes before he pushes me away from him. He forces me to bend over and present my ass to him. He moves around behind me and grabs the thong strap pulling it to the side. His hands spread my cheeks apart revealing my rosebud of a man-cunt. Oh, yes, I think. Oh, God, I want his cock in me so bad. I turn to look back at him, and say, “Take my cunt. Open me up and fuck me. Please…please…please fuck me.”
He only smiles and begins fingering my hole. It’s hurts as he shoves a single finger into me. I grab a gob of saliva from my mouth and reach back between my legs. As soon as he pulls his finger out I wipe my saliva into my hole. I quickly grab another gob of saliva and with two fingers work them into my hole lubricating my hole as least as far as the second knuckle of my index and middle fingers.
“That’s it you cunt. Get your pussy ready for my cock. Suck my dick, slut. Get me good and wet.”
I turn and swallow his cock. I wish I could see the bulge in my throat as his cock plunges into my mouth. His cock is past the point where I gag on it momentarily. I love it. Feeling of taking a cock down my throat is something I have always loved. I pride myself in being able to deep throat a nice cock. His cock is fucking my throat. When he pulls out until the head of his dick is on my lips I can feel the slickness of his cock as it is covered with my throat mucus. I let my saliva spill out of my mouth and onto his cock.
He knows his cock is ready for my cunt. He whips his cock from my mouth, pushes my head down raising my ass. He steps behind me and presses his cock head against my asshole. I reach back with both hands and pull apart my cheeks, opening up my hole for his cock. He pushes in slowly until I feel the head of his cock pop through my anal sphincter. I bear down to open myself up more for him. He pushes in further and further, his cock sliding easily into my now spread cunt. He is slow at first but then with a sudden lunge he completely buries his monstrous hard cock all the way into me, his belly slapping against my cheeks. He pulls out slightly and then lunges in again. He is staring to pound into my cunt faster and faster. He’s grunting as he forces his cock deep inside me. His grunting and pounding are coming faster and faster. I can feel my pussy lips spreading and engulfing his huge cock.
This goes on for only about 5 minutes before he seem to be frantic. He is driving his cock into me like a pile driver. He is getting close to an orgasm. He’s getting ready to seed my cunt, and I’m loving it. I want his cum inside me. I want him to fuck me hard and deep and I want to feel his cum load shoot out of his cock and fill me with all it’s hot essence. Then he slams into me one more time. He stops, his cock buried deep inside me as he groans and calls me a mother fucking whore cunt slut bitch, and any other thing that comes to mind as he blows his load into me. I reach around and feel the base of his cock where it is entering my asshole. I can feel the spasm as he ejaculates into me again and again.
Then it all stops. He is resting on my back as his breathing begins to slow. After steeping his cock in my now cum filled pussy for some minutes he slowly pulls out. I know what is coming and reach back with my cupped hand ready to receive what will follow his cock. I am rewarded with a flow of hot cum and ass juice that fills the palm of my hand. I quickly transfer its contents to my mouth and go back for more. By the time my ass seems to have completely emptied I have swallow six palmfuls of cum and my anal juices.
He has been quiet about all this and finally says, “God, you really are a cum slut aren’t you. I love my sluts to know their proper place and be able to swallow all my cum and the juices from their ass. You did nicely.”
All I could respond with was, “Thank you Master.”
By this time, my tiny dick has reached its full size erection. I pull aside my panties and cup my balls enjoying the heft of them in my hand. A drop of precum has oozed out the piss slit of my dick. I wipe it away with my finger and lick it off. Once more, it is delicious. I am still kneeling. At this point I want to be in the most submissive pose I can imagine. My knees are getting dirty and I think my stockings have several runs in them. It makes me feel used. I love it. I take my dick between my index finger and my thumb and start stroking it. I know it isn’t going to be long before all the cum that’s been building is going to be shooting out of my tiny cock. My eyes are closed, enjoying the sensations in my balls and my tiny cock. It’s only for a short time. After only a few seconds of stroking a groan escapes my lips as my thick cum spurts from my dick slit. I hold my palm under it all collecting as much as I can. I look at the large white puddle of cum in my hand, its making my mouth water as I look at my new friend and say, “Please, Master. May I please swallow my cum?” He simply nods. I quickly slurp up the contents of my hand taking care not to miss a drop of the thick white liquid. I savor the flavor of it, salty and sweet at the same time. A little shudder goes through me as I feel my cum sliding down my throat. It’s wonderful. I just wish I produced a greater quantity whenever I jerked off my tiny swollen dick. At least I know there is plenty more being made even as I think about it. I can feel my penis shrinking down into its hiding place below my belly, above my huge balls. I pull my panties back over my balls tucking everything into the lace pouch.
My Master moves in closer to me. “Stand up you filthy cunt. Let me feel your tits.”
I stand and he finds my nipples beneath the lace material of my bra. He rubs them and my nipples respond becoming erect, poking out at a respectable quarter inch. I know from experience that with the proper ministrations they will perk up to at least half and inch. He lifts my bra up higher on my chest revealing my nipples. I look down and see the little brown nubbins surrounded by their areolas. I reach up with both hands and grabbing each nipple hard, I pull on them hard stretching them out to a full inch and a half. The pain is exquisite. He slaps my hands away. He grabs first one then the other and squeezes them and pulls them until they are fully stretched out. I moan with pleasure as the pain engulfs me, my knees threaten to give out. My now tiny flaccid penis partially hiding in the skin of my voluminous balls begins to leak precum again. I don’t want him to stop. “Please. Oh, please,…” I beg, unable to complete my think as he continues to abuse my nipples.
My knees continue to feel weak as he works on my nipples, pulling and twisting to my considerable pain and pleasure. I lean into him trying to keep from falling. It is no use. My knees give out and I slide down his front. Even as I fall, his fingers grasp my nipples even harder until my weight pulls my nipples from his grasp and I land on my knees once more. My nipples are burning and my chest aches from his brutal work on them. Even now, the work done on my nipples makes my little dick poke out from its hiding place and spill more precum down my balls and it drips out of my panties.
“Show me your dick, you sissy slut,” he says. “It looks to me like you’re getting awfully wet down there. Maybe you need someone to suck you dick.”
I pull down my panties and kick them off as they slide to my ankles. Again, my erect three-inch dick is standing up. I am waiting for him to grab my dick and begin sucking it. I am disappointed when he begins to laugh. He is laughing so hard I can’t imagine what he is thinking other than the fact that I’ve got a very small penis. He finally stops tries to get his breathing under control.
“You call that a cock? That’s a peewee if I’ve ever seen one. Yours has to be the smallest. You think you’re going to cum in my mouth?” He burst out laughing again.
He finally calms down. He is breathing hard, he’s holding his stomach from laughing so hard. “I’m not going to dirty my mouth on such a tiny thing. You’re just going to have to jerk off if you intent to rid yourself of that cum load that’s building in your balls.”
For a moment I think my penis is going to shrink again. But, I now realized that I am being humiliated and the ultimate is to jerk off in front of him. My penis immediately grew to it’s maximum size and more precum oozed out onto the ground. It was nearly a stream. I’ve had this happen before when I’ve been overly excited for a long time. I didn’t care that it was being wasted on the ground. I am enjoying the sound of it splatting on my my feet and running in a small rivulet down my nylon clad legs. I took my tiny dick between my index finger and my thumb and began to rub it. I was close to cumming several times. I had stopped, hoping to make the pleasures in my cock and my balls last. I was near to cumming. I suppose my facial expression gave me away.
“No you don’t, faggot cunt.” as he slapped my hand away and then swatted my poor penis. “You’re not cumming yet. Not until I say so.”
My little dick spurts a stream of precum as a result of the v******e inflicted upon it. But the urge to cum left me. I stood there, looking at the ground, feeling my penis shrink back into its seclusion. What now, I think. Here I am standing around in just my stockings, garter belt and bra. It is embarrassing. At the same time I am feeling a rush of extreme pleasure.
He is just standing there watching me.
Then he is now putting on his shorts. His cock is semi-hard and hangs down in front of his balls. He tucks his cock and balls into his shorts as he pulls them up.
He turns to me and says, “That was good for a start. Now, I want you to be here tomorrow afternoon. Don’t bother with the park bench; I want you here…right here. And I want you ready for me. I don’t want to see you in your street clothes. You may wear similar lingerie for me, I like that. We’re going to take this all a step further, if you know what I mean.”
He turns, steps into his sandals, hands me my portfolio, and quickly walks back to the path without looking back.
All I can think is only what’s he mean by ‘taking this all a step further’? What else does he have in store for me. What if I don’t show up? Will he find me? He could just chalk it all up as a chance encounter and I would never see him again. I can treat it the same way, just be able to look back and say that was a good time. Then again, it’s what I had been hoping for. He had been everything I wanted. He even likes my lingerie. Do I dare to just stand around, practically naked, in this glade? It’s off the beaten path so it should be okay.
As I gather up my street clothes and pull on my trousers over my now shredded nylons, I think, this is crazy. I can’t come back here. God only knows what he’ll do to me. I might even be in real danger. I pull on my shirt and button it. By the time I’ve reached the topmost button I am convincing myself that coming back her is not a good idea. I’ll just try to forget the whole thing. I’m better off not being with someone as masterful as he appears to be.
That’s it, I’ll just stay away from here and trust that he will do the same. If he does, show up here and doesn’t see me, maybe it’s going to be over and done with.
I grabbed my portfolio and my panties from the ground. I walk towards the park bench I had started out on. By the time I reached the bench, my legs are shaking so bad I am forced to sit down. It is that, or simply crumple to the ground where I stand.
I am sitting here for over an hour before I feel strong enough to get up and head on home.
Seated in my car, I feel a wetness in the seat of my chinos. I’m hoping it is just the sweat that is pouring off my body. Even the AC in the car is not enough to cool me off. I keep looking into the rearview mirror to see if there are any strange cars following me. I think to myself, I’ve really fucked myself. But, I never see another car. At least not one that is following my path. As I pull into my street, I look everywhere and see not another car. I can relax. Finally, I pull into the driveway of my home. I am thankful to be there.
As I walk up the steps to my front door, I say to myself, ‘never, never again.’ It’s enough to calm my nerves and I feel like I can continue my life without the man in the woods. I’ll wake up tomorrow and this day will be only a hazy dream. I think, “that’s not going to be so easy. My balls hurt, my asshole is burning and I ruined my chinos with all the cum and my ass juices that have leaked out of my asshole during the trip home. Ah, well, toss them, get some new ones and I will get on with my life. It’s that simple, isn’t it?
This is a work of fiction. It is much like all my fiction which has many autobiographical elements. Much of this is pure fantasy. But, when it comes right down to it, aren’t our dreams the fuel for what actually happens in our lives? I certainly hope so. If the dreams are so wonderful, we must endeavor to make our lives just as wonderful and fulfilling.
So, here’ s my latest offering. Enjoy. xxoooxxx
What to wear? What to wear? It’s the same question every day. So many choices. Let’s see, stockings of course. I think I’ll wear the black nylons with the thin lace top that will go well with that black lace garter belt. Now, what about the panties? Should I go with one of the black ones? What about something in white to contrast the garter-belt and stockings? Or, maybe, another color, just to be different? Let’s see…yellow, blue, brown, pink, red, green? Nah, I think I’ll stick with basic black today. There’s that new black lacy thong…yup, that’s the one. I love the feel of a thong; it’s always a constant reminder that I’ve got it on.
I gather each stocking in my hand until I’ve reached the foot which I slide on and pull them up over my legs. Damn but that feels good; the tight nylon on my leg and that band of lace tightly around my thigh. The other leg is also quickly covered in its nylon casing. Now my thighs match in the sense of pleasure I get from the pressure of the lace. The first glimmer of precum oozes out of my little dick. I quickly rub it off with my finger and suck it off. I hook the garter belt around my waist and carefully attach each garter to the hem of the stockings, being sure to adjust the tension. Ahhh, now I can feel the full effect of the stockings and the garter-belt as they counteract each other to complete the look and the feel.
I step into the lace black thong. It’s one size too small for me, but I’ve selected the panties in that size on purpose. With a thong I like the extra tightness it provides with the strap between my ass cheeks and my cock and balls tightly held in there lace web. As I pull the panties up i take a quick look at my hairless pubes and cock and balls. Another pearl of precum oozes out and I gather it up to suck it in.
I had taken special care to be sure everything was completely stubble free. There’s nothing worse than feeling a day-old stubble on someone’s pubes and cock and balls. I want to present an absolutely smooth look and feel should there be an opportunity to show myself to someone. The panties feel good as I pull them up tight and i’m sure to tuck in my balls to show them off to their best advantage. It feels good and I know it will look just as good when I look in the mirror to see the effect, even if my miserable cock is so small.
I have a matching bra that matches the lace garter belt that I’d love to wear today. Should I? I debate with myself. Is it worth the risk of discovery that I’m actually wearing a bra beneath my shirt? Fuck it! So what if the band in the back and the straps over my shoulders can be seen under my shirt when I stretch. So what! I love the feel of having a bra on. The encompassing band, the cups, and the shoulder straps, they feel so damn good. I feel the gentle churn in my balls and the base of my cock as more precum oozes out, now soaked into my panties.
I’m going to the park to do some writing. It’s a nice day with a breeze and the weather man, if he is to be believed, says we can expect temperatures in the mid-eighties. It’s perfect for a day outdoors. I pull on a pair of chinos over my nylon clad legs. My nylon covered ankles and feet give evidence of the stockings i’m wearing. I step into my brown loafers and I’m please that I’m showing a bit of nylon covered ankle. I ask myself, why am I wearing this stuff? It’s not a question I ask myself that often since I dress this way just about every day, and have done so for the past 15 years. The why is simple: it feels good. I always wonder if people will look at my feet and see the thin black nylon. What might be going through their minds? I know what I’d be thinking, aha, another cross-dresser. I wonder what color his panties are? There might even be an answer to that question if I happen to be sitting. My pants are always pulled down in the back when I sit revealing the hem of my panties. Of course, I enhance this view if possible, depending on where I am and the crowd that is around me. There is always the possibility that my panty hem and possibly even more may be seen. I know that with the thong I am wearing the back view is rather distinctive and tells them that I am, indeed, wearing a thong and it’s a black lace one at that.
I put on one of my short-sleeve Hawaiian patterned shirts. After all, it’s going to be a warm day and I want something that is lightweight. Besides, it makes me happy to wear such a thing. It’s out of place in our suburban park scene, but what the hell, maybe it will help attract someone who just might take a closer look and see my nylons and maybe the bra straps beneath my shirt. I check myself out in the mirror and discover that my chinos already are sporting a small wet spot. Damn, should I change? Nah, it’s only going to get worse as the excitement of being dress in my sexy things beneath my street clothes grows. Someone might see. Then…, well, then we’ll see what happens.
I grab my brown leather portfolio and check that it’s got my journal and my pen case with three fountain pens. I seem to do my best first drafts of stories as well as my journaling with paper and pen. There seems to be a direct link between my writer’s mind and my fingers when I’m utilizing these non-technical tools.
When I arrive at the park I am happy to see that my favorite picnic bench is available. It is the one nearest to the little open glade that is encompassed by the forest and gives me a view of the stream that runs by. It provides a shady quiet place to work. I sat on the bench with my back to the path that is about thirty feet away. I know as soon as I sit down that anyone who wished to see would quickly determine that I am not wearing tidy-whities. Perhaps some male of the proper persuasion might come along and perhaps be so bold as to interrupt my writing to ask what I was doing.
I planned to write for about an hour, if nothing else came up to interrupt my thinking. As I sat down on the bench I feel the heat of the sun on my back and I am joyously aware that the lacy waistband of my thong in the back is plainly visible about my trousers. If anyone is to look even closer they would see the outline of the garter straps as they crossed over the cheeks of my ass. I am keenly aware of the tight garters and my nylon clad legs. It was all I can think about for the first 10 minutes I am sitting there. Eventually, I am pleased to find myself in that quiet place in my mind where all I hear and see is the story I’m writing. The scratch of the pen nip upon the paper is the only sound that reaches my ears.
I am unsure just how long I had been mentally oblivious to my surroundings when I am suddenly aware of someone standing a few feet off to the side. They must have been standing there for several minutes. It is only at the point where I look up from my writing, trying to follow my story line that I become aware of someone. I try to evaluate just who has intruded upon my space. He looks to be in his fifties. He’s wearing sandals, tan shorts that came up to mid-thigh, and a gray t-shirt that show that he is in reasonably good shape. So many times I’ve encountered someone while I’ve been in the park and it has come to nothing. Still, I quickly check out his crotch and notice a nice bulge.
My short examination of my intruder was interrupted when he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I gathered my wits and said, “No problem. I was just about to take a break.”
“Oh? Working outside here at the park? Must be nice. You’ve certainly got a nice day for it.”
“Yup. I’m a writer. Any place I can lay my notebook down and put my pen to it is the perfect workplace for me. I don’t mind the occasional interruption.”
“Um, well, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing some mighty pretty undies.” He smiles and gives me a wink.
I was encouraged. This is the first time in weeks that it looked like I was onto a live one. Or is it some cop leading me on, trying to find out just what sort of pervert I am.
“You wouldn’t happen to have something else on under there that just as sexy would you?” he asked.
Once more, I am thinking, yes, I’ve got a live one. I turn to straddle the bench. I glance down at my thighs and can easily make out the outline of the garters where they are attached to my stockings. I hope he see them too. I look up at him and smile. He is walked slowly towards me. In the next several seconds I will know if he is safe or not. I am sitting here waiting for him to make the next move. If he just continues to talk up a storm i’ll pack up my things and leave. But if he makes any sort of overt action towards me that proves in my mind that he is someone looking for, at a minimum, a blow job or maybe he’s looking for some cock to suck. It all depends on what he does next.
I wait patiently for him to make the next move. I am not disappointed. He slowly walks towards me and sits on the bench in front of me facing away from the picnic table. His head is turned towards me and I follow his eyes. He glances down towards my legs and then back up to look me in the eyes. He smiles. I acquiesce, unsure of his intentions, I return a short nod. His left hand reaches across and begins caressing my thigh right where the garters are most pronounced.
Yes. I know he’s what I’ve been waiting for. As his hand caressing my thigh lingers at the garter, I see his bulge getting larger and a wet spot appears at his crotch. Obviously he is not wearing underwear, because now I can clearly see the outline of his growing erection and the ever enlarging wet spot from his copious precum. Of course, my own tiny dick is stirring in my panties and I’ve got this hardness beginning to show in my chinos. At least I can see the little nubbin. I hope he notices the effect his is having on me, but it would be difficult to see much of any difference. The small lump is downright unseeable.
“Would you like to go for a little walk with me? he asks. “There’s a quiet spot just inside the woods where we can get some privacy.”
I know the spot he is talking about. It will be perfect for our needs. I simply look at him and smile as I stand up. Even as I stand it releases the pressure on my pants and my tiny cock is growing to it’s full 3-inches. The bulge, mostly of my balls, in my panties is at his mouth level. I watch his eyes as they grow big and the tip of his tongue wets his lips. I gather my notebook and my pen and drop them into my portfolio. He stands, quickly looking around and then grabs my crotch where it is filling out my chinos as my legs are still straddling the bench.
I stand there enjoying the feeling of his tight grasp. My big balls are aching a a bit, and I can feel precum oozing into my lace thong and through them creating a wet spot on the front of my trousers. He squeezes harder and I moan with pleasure. He leans in next to me and whispers into my ear, “I want you. Come on there’s a cozy little place in the wood.”
He lets go of my crotch and I manage to climb over the bench without falling on my face, I’m in such a hurry. I desperately want him to see what I’m wearing. I glance around looking to see if there is anyone nearby. Do I dare? The exhibitionist in me wins. I unbutton my chinos zip down my the fly and my trousers slide down over my nylon clad legs to my ankles.
He looks at me and he says. “Such a sexy slut you are wearing that lace thong. Turn around, I want to see your ass.”
I slowly turn, trying not to trip over my pants around my ankles. I hear him mutter something I can’t make out and feel a hand caressing my bare ass cheeks.
“Nice smooth ass,” he says, and continues to caress my ass while his other hand reaches around me and pulls my thong to the side exposing my huge balls. They are hairless as is my entire pubic area, I hope he likes the smoothness of my balls. I am pleased to hear him make an appreciative noise as he fondles my balls.
“I think you’d better get those pants off from around your ankles before you trip and kill yourself.”
I look down seeing my chino still around my ankles, having forgotten them once he had begun to fondle my ass. I slip out of my loafers, and bend down to pull each trouser leg off as I assumed the semblance of the one-legged stork position.
I look around once more to see if we’ve been seen. I was glad and at the same time a bit disappointed that no one else was there to see me in my finery. I gather up my portfolio with my shoes on top, and my chinos over an arm as I walk the few feet to the start of the wooded area. I look back at my new friend, smile and beckon to him with my finger. I turn and head off into the wood. I am familiar with the path, having been along it on numerous occasions. Not more than forty feet into the wood I veer off to the right, past some high growing bushes until I enter a small open space that is completely out of sight from the path. I set my portfolio, my shoes, and my chinos down. My new friend is still right behind me. I turn towards him as I start to unbutton my shirt.
“Let me help you with that,” he says, as he steps forward and pushes my hands away from the buttons. He quickly has my shirt off and is admiring my black lace bra. “Nice outfit. You really are a sexy slut.”
I have nothing to say, but respond by stepping closer and unbuttoning his shorts. I quickly have them unzipped and dropped them down to his ankles. Indeed, my original thought that he was not wearing underwear was proven to be correct. As soon as his cock is released from the flimsy support of his shorts it sprung up, nearly slapping into his belly. He kicks off his sandals and his shorts follow in rapid succession.
I am overcome with desire for cock. I fall to my knees and take his huge hard cock into my hand. The stiffness of his cock surprises me a bit. I am pleased to see the gleam of precum oozing from his cock slit. I lick it off. It is delicious. I stroke his cock gently, feeling the hardness, the rippling veins that are all over his cock. The mushroom head is gorgeous. As I stroke his cock, more and more precum oozes out. I lick up each drop, savoring every morsel of him.
I am only doing this for two or three minutes before he pushes me away from him. He forces me to bend over and present my ass to him. He moves around behind me and grabs the thong strap pulling it to the side. His hands spread my cheeks apart revealing my rosebud of a man-cunt. Oh, yes, I think. Oh, God, I want his cock in me so bad. I turn to look back at him, and say, “Take my cunt. Open me up and fuck me. Please…please…please fuck me.”
He only smiles and begins fingering my hole. It’s hurts as he shoves a single finger into me. I grab a gob of saliva from my mouth and reach back between my legs. As soon as he pulls his finger out I wipe my saliva into my hole. I quickly grab another gob of saliva and with two fingers work them into my hole lubricating my hole as least as far as the second knuckle of my index and middle fingers.
“That’s it you cunt. Get your pussy ready for my cock. Suck my dick, slut. Get me good and wet.”
I turn and swallow his cock. I wish I could see the bulge in my throat as his cock plunges into my mouth. His cock is past the point where I gag on it momentarily. I love it. Feeling of taking a cock down my throat is something I have always loved. I pride myself in being able to deep throat a nice cock. His cock is fucking my throat. When he pulls out until the head of his dick is on my lips I can feel the slickness of his cock as it is covered with my throat mucus. I let my saliva spill out of my mouth and onto his cock.
He knows his cock is ready for my cunt. He whips his cock from my mouth, pushes my head down raising my ass. He steps behind me and presses his cock head against my asshole. I reach back with both hands and pull apart my cheeks, opening up my hole for his cock. He pushes in slowly until I feel the head of his cock pop through my anal sphincter. I bear down to open myself up more for him. He pushes in further and further, his cock sliding easily into my now spread cunt. He is slow at first but then with a sudden lunge he completely buries his monstrous hard cock all the way into me, his belly slapping against my cheeks. He pulls out slightly and then lunges in again. He is staring to pound into my cunt faster and faster. He’s grunting as he forces his cock deep inside me. His grunting and pounding are coming faster and faster. I can feel my pussy lips spreading and engulfing his huge cock.
This goes on for only about 5 minutes before he seem to be frantic. He is driving his cock into me like a pile driver. He is getting close to an orgasm. He’s getting ready to seed my cunt, and I’m loving it. I want his cum inside me. I want him to fuck me hard and deep and I want to feel his cum load shoot out of his cock and fill me with all it’s hot essence. Then he slams into me one more time. He stops, his cock buried deep inside me as he groans and calls me a mother fucking whore cunt slut bitch, and any other thing that comes to mind as he blows his load into me. I reach around and feel the base of his cock where it is entering my asshole. I can feel the spasm as he ejaculates into me again and again.
Then it all stops. He is resting on my back as his breathing begins to slow. After steeping his cock in my now cum filled pussy for some minutes he slowly pulls out. I know what is coming and reach back with my cupped hand ready to receive what will follow his cock. I am rewarded with a flow of hot cum and ass juice that fills the palm of my hand. I quickly transfer its contents to my mouth and go back for more. By the time my ass seems to have completely emptied I have swallow six palmfuls of cum and my anal juices.
He has been quiet about all this and finally says, “God, you really are a cum slut aren’t you. I love my sluts to know their proper place and be able to swallow all my cum and the juices from their ass. You did nicely.”
All I could respond with was, “Thank you Master.”
By this time, my tiny dick has reached its full size erection. I pull aside my panties and cup my balls enjoying the heft of them in my hand. A drop of precum has oozed out the piss slit of my dick. I wipe it away with my finger and lick it off. Once more, it is delicious. I am still kneeling. At this point I want to be in the most submissive pose I can imagine. My knees are getting dirty and I think my stockings have several runs in them. It makes me feel used. I love it. I take my dick between my index finger and my thumb and start stroking it. I know it isn’t going to be long before all the cum that’s been building is going to be shooting out of my tiny cock. My eyes are closed, enjoying the sensations in my balls and my tiny cock. It’s only for a short time. After only a few seconds of stroking a groan escapes my lips as my thick cum spurts from my dick slit. I hold my palm under it all collecting as much as I can. I look at the large white puddle of cum in my hand, its making my mouth water as I look at my new friend and say, “Please, Master. May I please swallow my cum?” He simply nods. I quickly slurp up the contents of my hand taking care not to miss a drop of the thick white liquid. I savor the flavor of it, salty and sweet at the same time. A little shudder goes through me as I feel my cum sliding down my throat. It’s wonderful. I just wish I produced a greater quantity whenever I jerked off my tiny swollen dick. At least I know there is plenty more being made even as I think about it. I can feel my penis shrinking down into its hiding place below my belly, above my huge balls. I pull my panties back over my balls tucking everything into the lace pouch.
My Master moves in closer to me. “Stand up you filthy cunt. Let me feel your tits.”
I stand and he finds my nipples beneath the lace material of my bra. He rubs them and my nipples respond becoming erect, poking out at a respectable quarter inch. I know from experience that with the proper ministrations they will perk up to at least half and inch. He lifts my bra up higher on my chest revealing my nipples. I look down and see the little brown nubbins surrounded by their areolas. I reach up with both hands and grabbing each nipple hard, I pull on them hard stretching them out to a full inch and a half. The pain is exquisite. He slaps my hands away. He grabs first one then the other and squeezes them and pulls them until they are fully stretched out. I moan with pleasure as the pain engulfs me, my knees threaten to give out. My now tiny flaccid penis partially hiding in the skin of my voluminous balls begins to leak precum again. I don’t want him to stop. “Please. Oh, please,…” I beg, unable to complete my think as he continues to abuse my nipples.
My knees continue to feel weak as he works on my nipples, pulling and twisting to my considerable pain and pleasure. I lean into him trying to keep from falling. It is no use. My knees give out and I slide down his front. Even as I fall, his fingers grasp my nipples even harder until my weight pulls my nipples from his grasp and I land on my knees once more. My nipples are burning and my chest aches from his brutal work on them. Even now, the work done on my nipples makes my little dick poke out from its hiding place and spill more precum down my balls and it drips out of my panties.
“Show me your dick, you sissy slut,” he says. “It looks to me like you’re getting awfully wet down there. Maybe you need someone to suck you dick.”
I pull down my panties and kick them off as they slide to my ankles. Again, my erect three-inch dick is standing up. I am waiting for him to grab my dick and begin sucking it. I am disappointed when he begins to laugh. He is laughing so hard I can’t imagine what he is thinking other than the fact that I’ve got a very small penis. He finally stops tries to get his breathing under control.
“You call that a cock? That’s a peewee if I’ve ever seen one. Yours has to be the smallest. You think you’re going to cum in my mouth?” He burst out laughing again.
He finally calms down. He is breathing hard, he’s holding his stomach from laughing so hard. “I’m not going to dirty my mouth on such a tiny thing. You’re just going to have to jerk off if you intent to rid yourself of that cum load that’s building in your balls.”
For a moment I think my penis is going to shrink again. But, I now realized that I am being humiliated and the ultimate is to jerk off in front of him. My penis immediately grew to it’s maximum size and more precum oozed out onto the ground. It was nearly a stream. I’ve had this happen before when I’ve been overly excited for a long time. I didn’t care that it was being wasted on the ground. I am enjoying the sound of it splatting on my my feet and running in a small rivulet down my nylon clad legs. I took my tiny dick between my index finger and my thumb and began to rub it. I was close to cumming several times. I had stopped, hoping to make the pleasures in my cock and my balls last. I was near to cumming. I suppose my facial expression gave me away.
“No you don’t, faggot cunt.” as he slapped my hand away and then swatted my poor penis. “You’re not cumming yet. Not until I say so.”
My little dick spurts a stream of precum as a result of the v******e inflicted upon it. But the urge to cum left me. I stood there, looking at the ground, feeling my penis shrink back into its seclusion. What now, I think. Here I am standing around in just my stockings, garter belt and bra. It is embarrassing. At the same time I am feeling a rush of extreme pleasure.
He is just standing there watching me.
Then he is now putting on his shorts. His cock is semi-hard and hangs down in front of his balls. He tucks his cock and balls into his shorts as he pulls them up.
He turns to me and says, “That was good for a start. Now, I want you to be here tomorrow afternoon. Don’t bother with the park bench; I want you here…right here. And I want you ready for me. I don’t want to see you in your street clothes. You may wear similar lingerie for me, I like that. We’re going to take this all a step further, if you know what I mean.”
He turns, steps into his sandals, hands me my portfolio, and quickly walks back to the path without looking back.
All I can think is only what’s he mean by ‘taking this all a step further’? What else does he have in store for me. What if I don’t show up? Will he find me? He could just chalk it all up as a chance encounter and I would never see him again. I can treat it the same way, just be able to look back and say that was a good time. Then again, it’s what I had been hoping for. He had been everything I wanted. He even likes my lingerie. Do I dare to just stand around, practically naked, in this glade? It’s off the beaten path so it should be okay.
As I gather up my street clothes and pull on my trousers over my now shredded nylons, I think, this is crazy. I can’t come back here. God only knows what he’ll do to me. I might even be in real danger. I pull on my shirt and button it. By the time I’ve reached the topmost button I am convincing myself that coming back her is not a good idea. I’ll just try to forget the whole thing. I’m better off not being with someone as masterful as he appears to be.
That’s it, I’ll just stay away from here and trust that he will do the same. If he does, show up here and doesn’t see me, maybe it’s going to be over and done with.
I grabbed my portfolio and my panties from the ground. I walk towards the park bench I had started out on. By the time I reached the bench, my legs are shaking so bad I am forced to sit down. It is that, or simply crumple to the ground where I stand.
I am sitting here for over an hour before I feel strong enough to get up and head on home.
Seated in my car, I feel a wetness in the seat of my chinos. I’m hoping it is just the sweat that is pouring off my body. Even the AC in the car is not enough to cool me off. I keep looking into the rearview mirror to see if there are any strange cars following me. I think to myself, I’ve really fucked myself. But, I never see another car. At least not one that is following my path. As I pull into my street, I look everywhere and see not another car. I can relax. Finally, I pull into the driveway of my home. I am thankful to be there.
As I walk up the steps to my front door, I say to myself, ‘never, never again.’ It’s enough to calm my nerves and I feel like I can continue my life without the man in the woods. I’ll wake up tomorrow and this day will be only a hazy dream. I think, “that’s not going to be so easy. My balls hurt, my asshole is burning and I ruined my chinos with all the cum and my ass juices that have leaked out of my asshole during the trip home. Ah, well, toss them, get some new ones and I will get on with my life. It’s that simple, isn’t it?
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