Aftermath of a Summer Hike
Several days after meeting a strange man while hiking in the forest not far from my home, my cell phone buzzed while I was at work. It was a text from an unknown number that said simply: "I enjoyed our hike together and I was wondering if you would like to get together to compare notes. Please let me know if you are available but I will remind you that you said I could contact you to meet up and if I did, you would not say no. Claude."
A short, somewhat cryptic direct note from a fellow I met, and had sex with in the woods, but whose name I did not know until today, surprised me. He was interesting in his anonymity and abilities but I was undecided about meeting him again. When we first met, he ordered me to hike in the nude, had me suck his cock and sodomized me in the woods, but was that enough foreplay to entice me to meet him again? Who am I kidding, I enjoyed the hell out of that afternoon so yes, it was. I responded quickly with "Claude, it would be a pleasure to see you again. Please give me some dates and times that work for you and let me know where. I will confirm. Jeff."
I didn't have to wait long for his reply, and we set up a meeting at his home for the next evening. I was excited by the prospect of seeing him and finding out if sex the second time would be as exciting as it was during our initial meeting. I knew his name now so some of the mystery was gone but the meeting was in a stranger's home, a place that I had never seen, so there was an unknown element in play. I read many stories about people meeting via online dating apps and then disappearing for quite a while until their bodies are discovered in a swamp or dumped on the side of the road, so, yeah this would be a fun date!
Claude's home was in a nice neighborhood, not overly crowded but well kept. The car in the driveway was relatively new and practical for a man who enjoyed the outdoors, and it was clean. When I reached the front door and rang the bell, it took a couple of minutes for him to answer, and he surprised me by opening the door stark naked. "Hi Jeff, nice to see you again, come on in."
"Hi, you didn't have to dress so formally for me," I joked as I entered.
"My home is always a nude environment, much more comfortable and less intimidating. Plus it promotes open conversation among other things. Please place your clothes on the chair in the corner while I get us a drink. What would you prefer, I have almost anything?"
"I'll have what you're having to keep it simple," I said walking to the chair to remove my clothes.
After undressing I was walking around the room looking at the photos and mementos that were present when Claude came up to me, handed me a glass of bourbon and ice, and then squeezed my nipple. "I seem to remember that you liked a gentle nipple squeeze, or do I have you confused with another handsome man?" he said.
"No, you remembered correctly, and thank you," I replied, "for both."
We clinked glasses and sat on the leather sofa next to each other sipping our drinks. He teased my nipple with the tip of his finger while smiling at me, and then suggested that it was okay to hold his cock while we talked. I took this as a request and did as he suggested, fingering the underside of the head of his dick and wiping the precum from the slit with my finger before licking it off. He seemed to enjoy watching me and also watching my reaction as he increased pressure on my nipple using his thumb and forefinger. Soon I started moving in my seat because of the pain from the nipple squeeze that alternated with the gentle rubbing. His cock reacted to my movement and had gotten hard and erect as I gently stroked it.
"Tell me Jeff, what activity on our hike did you enjoy the most?"
I thought for a moment, distracted by the sensations coming from my nipples, and softly said, "I enjoyed the anonymity of our first encounter, and particularly when you placed your cock in my mouth and fucked my throat," I said. I started to squirm and closed my eyes as he exerted more pressure on my nipples while holding his rock-hard dick tightly in my hand.
"You liked not knowing whose cock you were sucking, and the feeling of a total stranger's dick slipping in and out of your throat I imagine."
I sighed and moaned as he squeezed harder and whispered, "What about when I sodomized you? Any pleasure having my cock in your ass? The feeling of my cum running down your leg when you walked to your car?" He punctuated the last few words with a hard pinch and then moved his hand to my neck. "You like feeling my hands on you, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Yes what?" he said gruffly.
"Yes, sir," I replied as he squeezed my neck to make his point.
"And?"
"I enjoyed feeling your dick in my ass, I liked having you fuck me," I said while reacting to his pressure on my neck by breathing harder and moaning softly. I continued speaking without being prompted, "I enjoyed having your cock stretch my anus, the dull pain and pleasure as you moved your stiff dick in and out of my ass, the pressure on my insides as you pushed deep inside me, the spasms and pulsing of your cock as your semen was forced into my ass. I enjoyed being your bitch and feeling your body on top of me, being unable to move."
He released the pressure on my neck and told me that he appreciated my candor and was happy to have made an impression on me. After catching my breath and relaxing for a moment, I took a sip from my glass, and he did the same. He was very calm, and his voice was soothing but his eyes were intently focused on my face. I believe that he enjoyed causing me some discomfort with his questions and getting me to admit my feelings about what he did to me. If I were with someone on a date and we engaged in similar activities, it would be a pleasant sexual experience that is an extension of the date. But meeting a stranger for the first time and allowing him to sodomize you and stick his cock down your throat without even knowing his name, is different. It brings about a type of arousal that is different and hard to explain. It is animalistic and raw, strictly fucking for the sake of fucking, and quite a turn on. I felt it again as he painfully squeezed my nipples and then gently choked me while I sat calmly and let him do it, leaking precum from my erect penis and panting like a little bitch.
Claude stood up and finished his drink, extending his hand for my glass before walking to the bar area to make another. "Jeff, I reached out to you the other day because I have been thinking about you since we first met and felt that we have good chemistry. I did not want this opportunity to pass us by without seeing if a proper relationship might not suit us both."
He dropped an ice cube in our glasses and handed one to me before resuming his seat next to me. "Would you like it if we got to know each other better to see if we are compatible?" he asked while dipping his finger in the cool bourbon and rubbing the liquid on my erect nipple. "I think that there are things that we both enjoy that might form the basis for a pleasant symbiotic relationship."
