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"Could you straighten out the straps between your legs?" he asks, looking down at my abby winter.com crotch briefly. He seems hesitant to reach down there, which I understand. We’re in a public place, people are everywhere around us, and it would seem weird—especially since I’m perfectly capable of fixing it myself.
I reach down and fix the harness loops, wondering if he thinks I’m cute and mostly dismissing the notion. When he passes on teaching us the safety precautions, I’m a little disappointed.
A happy, bearded fellow about my height walks us through safety, and I i love abby winter barely pay attention; this stuff is common sense, really. I glance over at the other staff member a few times during the lesson, and I think he catches me once or twice. After we do a puny course on how to apply what we learned, though, the swarthy guy comes back over to us and motions me over.
"Come on," he says. "There’s just one other thing we have to show the taller guys who come through here."
I shrug and glance back to my family, all of who are shorter than me by at least four inches. Must be some obstacle—no, elements—that are short and tough on people over six feet.
He leads me up a narrow path through the woods and after a minute, I begin to wonder what’s going on. Why isn’t this demonstration closer to the other one? I’m not going to get murdered in the woods, am I? Crap, keep advanced self-defense set four in mind just in case.
We stop behind a couple bushes, and I take a few steps back from him. Wariness can pay off, after all. He looks up and off to the right, back at where the course is. I chance a peek of my own and find I can’t see any of it. Even more warning bells ring in my head, and I turn sideways to present a smaller target, my left arm creeping up and right one coming forward. A cold rush of adrenaline flushes through me.
He cracks a smile at my unsubtle fighting stance, and then he laughs a little. "Oh, that’s cute. No, I don’t want to hurt you. I could sabotage your harness if I wanted to do that—and get arrested."
I relax my arms slightly. "Well, what do you want, then?"
Licking his lips slowly, he takes a slow step forward and raises an open hand. Placing it on my left arm delicately, he brings his mouth close to my ear. His touch is electrifying, and I can’t find my breath as he whispers, "You."
I turn towards him, and he catches my lips. My eyes shoot wide as his tongue invades my mouth, and I melt. This is my first kiss, I think, _and wow_…
I let out a shaky breath as he pulls away. "You know… that could have gone really, really badly if I hadn’t wanted it. Like, jail-time badly."
He nods. "But you did. I could see it in your eyes, and I see it even more now."
He takes off his shirt, and I bite my lip. He’s ripped, most likely from doing the courses so often.
"Put your hands on my chest," he commands—he’s not just speaking anymore.
I go to my knees before him almost on instinct, and I reach up and lay my hands over his pectorals. They’re well-defined, sculpted almost, and they feel hard under my fingers. I bite my lip more as I feel myself get hard to match it, and I look up guiltily.
He reaches down with his left hand and strokes the hair around my right ear, a smile twisting one corner of his mouth up. "You know what to do."
Though I’ve never done this before in my life, he’s right. I have fantasized about it a few times, but I never imagined it would be in the woods with someone I’d only met a few minutes ago.
I trace my touch down his chest and over his faint six-pack. He shakes a little as I tickle him. "Oh, you’re a mean little bitch, aren’t you?"
Something twists in my gut when he calls me that, and I like the feeling. I like it a lot. I want to keep feeling that. "Please, sir…" He’s a year younger than me! "… call me that again."
He slips his hand under my chin and makes me look up into his eyes. "I’m going to make you my perfect little bitch right here and right now."
I nod, afraid that if I talk, I’ll babble and ruin the moment. Instead, I unbutton and unzip his shorts. They fall to the ground, revealing his boxers, a prominent bulge proudly in front. For a second, I don’t know what to do, then I make up my mind and put my hand over it and start rubbing him off.
He moves his hand to the back of my head, and I know what he wants. I tug down his boxers, which catch on his cock. Once they pass his balls, his shaft springs back up. My penis strains against my underwear, wishing to be as free as his.
I’m breathing too shallowly, I realize. I’m going to suck this guy’s cock, and I need proper breath control for that_… _I think.
I take a few deep breaths and steady myself. Then I lay my tongue against his scrotum and lick up his shaft. My tongue conforms around the bump in the middle, and I feel what could be either his pulse or mine. His flesh tastes vaguely salty, like dried sweat, but that goes away when I reach his glans. I work the edge of his head with my lower lip, and it sends tingles through me. I know it must be doing more for him; I’m rubbing up and down his frenulum. The tiny flap of skin is a line of pleasure for me.
He rocks his hips, and I’m forced into taking another inch of him. The entire head of his cock and a little bit more fill my mouth. It’s so much thicker than a finger, I think as I swirl my tongue around it. When I tease the opening of the urethra, his grip on my hair tightens painfully, so I continue more vigorously. He pushes down on my head. I could resist, but I don’t. I willingly take as much as I can before I start to gag.
He pulls back but not all the way out. "So it looks like…" he thrusts "… you’re ready and _willing_…" he thrusts again "… but you’re not _experienced!_" He shoves himself deeper than before this time, and I choke, fighting to keep down my lunch.
I pull off his dick, coughing, and put a hand down to steady myself. Casting my gaze upwards, I catch his eye. "I-I’m sorry, sir. I’ve practiced a few times with toothbrushes and my fingers, but I never really thought I’d need to be ready so soon."
My gut twists again as he laughs. "You’re a funny bitch, you know that?" He shakes his head. "A junior in college, and you’re saying, ‘so soon’? I think I’m going to make you my fuck-buddy."
Something about that seems perversely wonderful, so I repay him the only way I can. I go back to fellating his dick, this time getting my hands into it too. I jack him off as I swivel around the tip of his cock, and I stroke the roots of his penis between his legs.
He begins thrusting again, but I’m still not ready for that, so I go along for the ride, rising and falling with him. A single quake runs through his left leg, but he masters that as quickly as he mastered me.
The smooth skin of his dick pulls lightly at my lips, working me up more and more. My cock throbs in my pants, lusting for some attention, but I keep both of my hands occupied with him. I know it’s not my place to decide when I’m to stop and take care of myself. For the time being, I make do with clenching my muscles to send not-so-helpful pulses through my shaft.
A mellow fluid spreads onto my tongue, and I notice that his balls are creeping higher, contracting. He’s going to come! I’m actually going to make someone come right into my mouth! I cup his balls and jiggle them as I speed up.
"Ngh! I can’t hold for—Aah!"
My nod of assent is probably lost in the rest of my head bobbing up and down his cock. I want it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I turn my head and look up the gorgeous body of the guy who would give it to me. Sunlight filtering between the leaves wreaths his head, making him look like a Greek god… a god thrusting his penis into my cheek, bulging it out. I bring a hand up to massage it, and I listen to the gasps and groans he makes.
His eyes clenching gives me a split second’s notice before his load spurts into me. I suck harder, trying to pull it all out of him, and he clenches his teeth. His hips rock forward as another gush of jizz follows the first. The salty thickness of it is at once familiar and not. It tastes similar to mine but not the same. Must be a different diet… I muse before I stop caring.
A groan escapes him with his final ejaculation, which fills my mouth with his liquid essence. I toy with his cock using it as lube for my tongue. Once he starts to squirm, I swallow heavily twice. His seed coats my throat.
The best part is yet to come, I think, remembering my masturbation sessions. I pull my mouth off his shaft and gently press on his hard abs. "Please, sir, lie down for me," I say, still rubbing his penis idly.
He falls to the ground, but it’s controlled well, and he doesn’t get hurt. He spreads his legs apart to look at me better. His cock is already softening. "What’re you going to do?"
"Make you feel good," I say before I muffle myself with his penis.
As I suck, he struggles to get hard again, abby winters intimate moments which I think is kind of funny. I start milking his cock, pressing my fingers firmly on its roots and dragging towards my mouth. He strains upward, lifting abby winters vid me a bit, and I briefly wish he hadn’t shaved his pubes—I like hair… a lot.
His fists clench and relax until, finally, a strand of cum that’s so thick it’s almost stringy oozes from him. I pull on it gently, coaxing it into my mouth where it coils on my tongue. Meanwhile he lets loose a long, sighing moan that makes me feel glad to be alive. A world where someone could sound so happy and satisfied couldn’t be all bad, could it?
I let the glob of his sperm rest on my tongue as I stand. I want to let it stay there for as long as possible, so I just smile as I help him to his feet. He redresses quickly despite his hands shaking slightly.
"Wow," he says, "that was just… Fuck, man."
My, he’s an eloquent one.
I look down the path we’d used to get here.
"Ah, don’t worry. I’ve got a good cover story." He takes out a screwdriver and a rusted-in-half screw from his back pocket. "Lemme just unscrew something from that zip lining harness, and we’ll say it broke while I showed you what to do on short elements. There is a thing for that—this is just the super long way to get there."
I nod and press against him.
"Oh, I’ll find you on campus." He reaches between my legs and caresses my shaft through my jeans, sending tingles throughout my body. "Then we’ll work on this. I’ll be sure to see you again real soon."
That sounds literally fucking awesome. bi-assed