A Day in the Woods

June 2010. Oil has been gushing from the maw of the earth because of the Deepwater Horizon disaster for three months now.

500 miles north of the Gulf of Mexico in the Mountains of North Carolina, summer is in full sweltering swing. The air in my room was so thick, so humid that my skin shined with sweat, my clothes hung from my body, limp, always damp.

The boyfriend and I weren't talking, and I was bored. I had a few days off work. I placed an ad on Craigslist looking for a stranger's cock to worship. No names. No attachments. Just giving ourselves to lust and the unknown.

A man who was new to gay encounters responded, and we ironed out the details of our meeting. We planned to meet in a wooded park near my house the next day. I would wear a cute little top, a short skirt and panties for him. When we met, we were going to walk through the woods together and find a quiet secluded corner for me to get on my knees and worship his cock.

The boyfriend and I had an agreement. I could offer my pretty little mouth to anyone who wanted it, but my asshole was his alone, his personal territory, unsullied by strangers. We also agreed that I would blow strangers using a condom, which made me feel safer as well. He and I were going through a rough patch and were not fucking a lot, so I needed the release.

When the day arrived, I could hardly contain my anticipation. My stomach twisted and writhed with anticipation as I got ready, running a razor over my entire body until I was smooth. I wanted to look as feminine as possible for the man whose property I would be for the afternoon. I paid special attention to my crotch and my asshole. I yearned to be open, exposed. Even when no hands, no soft, wet, eager mouths touched me in return, I craved the thrill of exposure, of being nothing but a body to be used.

I put on my clothes and makeup and walked to the park. I sat on a bench, reading, pretending that I wasn't about to kneel for a stranger in the dirt. He greeted me with a slight nod and smile and asked if I wanted to go for a short walk. I gave a meek nod, my eyes weighed down with want, my mouth filled with hunger. He wasn't much to look at, not my type, but he would do. He had a decent body and a plain face. I couldn't wait to see what his cock looked like.

We walked in relative silence until we got to a secluded area of the woods. When we were sure we were alone, he seemed shyer. He asked if he should just lean against a nearby tree and I said yes. I gave one more glance around to make sure we were alone and slipped to my knees. I reached up and unbuttoned his shorts, and his erect cock flopped out of his pants. His cock was longer, maybe seven inches or so, and a little on the thin side. I reached up and gave it a quick stroke or two and he inhaled sharply. Without another moment of hesitation, I reached into my bag and grabbed a condom. I unwrapped it down his cock and got to work.

I took him into my mouth with reckless desperation, tongue slick against latex, forcing his cock into my throat, making myself gag. Sometimes I enjoy giving more methodical head, but this was not one of those times. I forced his cock down my throat and whimpered. Gagging myself and making it wet with my throat spit. He got into it and put his hands on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. realizing that I liked it rough, he gripped my hair and started shoving his cock into the back of my throat like a jackhammer. I couldn't believe my luck. I found someone who would use me as I deserved to be used. He let go of my hair and reached down to my neck, encircling my throat with his hands and squeezing. I looked up at him pleadingly and felt my air supply dwindle. My eyes watered and I pulled away, sputtering.

"Please sir, give me more."

I took his now fully erect cock in my hand and slapped myself in the face with it. Rubbing it all over my face, smearing it with my own spit. Wanting to match my depravity, he looked down at me with disdain and spit on my face.

"You're just my cock sucking slut, aren't you?"

"Yes sir, I'm your slut."

He pulled me up by my hair and bent me over in front of him, positioning me just how he wanted. I held my ass in the air, but my lips remained around his dick, like I was just two holes for him to fill. I obediently worshipping his cock with a renewed fervor. He smacked my ass hard on each cheek He spread my cheeks, staring down at my tight hole like he was assessing something he'd just purchased. Like something he owned, something he could take without permission. Arching my back, I lifted my ass further in the air, wanting him to see the ease with which I would give myself to him, how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him to claim me as his own.

"Can I finger this, slut?"

"God yes. Just take it."

I offered him a glove and a squirt of lube from my bag and he shoved a finger inside me. Rough, unpracticed, eager. I whimpered at the intrusion at first, but the discomfort melted into pleasure as my muscles relaxed. I eased into a rhythm, pushing my ass back against his hand, meeting each thrust, while taking him deeper into my mouth.

"I think you need to be fucked, slut."

The words were rough, guttural.

"No! We agreed I would just give you a blow job! No fucking!"

"We're going to amend that agreement. I want this ass."

A realization flooded through me, as fast and as filthy as the oil spilling into the ocean five hundred miles to the south.

I wanted him to take me more than I cared about the boyfriend, his rules, or the boundaries we'd set.

They were just lines drawn in the sand that the waves would wash away with time.

"Stand up slut. Turn around and grab that tree."

No hesitation. No waiting. He pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, forcing me down. The rough bark scraped against my palms as I reached forward, steadying myself, presenting my ass for him to take.

I heard the bottle pop open, felt the cold splash of lube. His fingers smeared it over my hole, frenzied, efficient.

Then, without warning, without hesitation or mercy, he slammed into me.

"I'm going to pound you, bitch. I don't care if it hurts."

With a grip so forceful it would leave bruises in its wake, he dug his fingers into my hips, pulling me down on him. My breath caught in my chest as the world, with all its atrocity and horror, fell away, reality distilling to the pure, violent simplicity of surrender. His cock split me open. The pain was exquisite. Just the gift I wanted. We settled into a rhythm as my muscles stretched, opening to take him deeper. Like the earth itself, I was something to be plundered, consumed, and discarded.

Covering my mouth to silence my whimpers, his thrusts became relentless. Each stroke drove us deeper down, reducing us to nothing but animal need, frenzied, as the earth bled out 500 miles to the south.

Personality faded, names forgotten as we surrendered to our roles. Only instinct remained. To take. To be taken.

With a final, punishing thrust, he came. A guttural sound. Like the rumbling of an earthquake from deep in the bowels of the earth. Sweaty, breathless, he fell into me, sliding his arms around my abdomen. His fingers caressed my sweat slick skin. An inadvertent gesture of tenderness, of care. An almost obscene contrast to the brutality of our sex only moments before.

"That was awesome. Thanks," he said.

His voice was casual, satisfied. Like a boss congratulating an employee on a job well done. A transaction settled. A reflection of industry pushing the planet to the brink, he reached down and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the woods.

He reached down, stripped off the condom, and tossed it into the woods without a second thought. An echo of the men who strip the earth bare, gutting forests, draining rivers, choking dead seas with mercury, only to walk away with their profits, indifferent to the wreckage left behind.

"I want one more look at that hole, bitch. I bet it's gaping."

He crouched down in the dirt, hands spreading my cheeks. Pulling me open like something to be studied, something on display.

A

spectacle of ruin stretched and used.

My knees shook. The ground beneath me felt unstable, like the force of his fucking me eroded it. I struggled to stand upright, to regain my balance after being taken so mercilessly.

He rose to his feet and lit a cigarette. He inhaled deep, watching me pull my panties up with casual, detached disdain. Like a real estate investor surveying property he wished to develop.

"Oh, sorry. You want one?" he said, holding his pack of cigarettes out.

"No thanks. I'm good. You just wore me out. I think I need to sit down against this tree for a few minutes."

"I have to get to work soon. Want me to wait for you or anything?"

"No. I'm alright."

"Cool. If you ever want this dick inside you again, hit me up."

He took one last drag of his cigarette, let it fall, before grinding it into the earth with a twist of his shoe. He turned around and walked back the way we came without another word.