Submitted by turdferguson1971 last September 9th 2007, 02:09 AM

Category: Sex Stories

Lyle stood on the edge of a thousand foot drop. He looked out across the vast expanse of forest below stretching out to the steppes and towards the unseen desert floor hundreds of miles away from where he stood. The early summer sun hid its bright warm face behind a billowy cloud that looked like a giant ant-eater. The cloud-filled sky was azure blue that promised rain to a region that desperately needed the life giving moisture. The trip to the Mogollon Rim in the Arizona high country was tradition that he and his partner had started twelve years ago with some close-knit friends, but over the years the group got smaller, aids related illnesses took some, suicide took others, and the ugly side of jealousy did for the ones who remained. Then it was just Ben and himself to carry on the tradition after all the friends had parted this world for the next. They had promised to keep the camping tradition going as homage to friends long gone. But Ben had decided that, some things like traditions, must come to an end.

Ben had called from Los Angeles, where he had gone for a ball-room dance competition, and told Lyle he has decided to leave him and was going to marry his dance partner, whom he has had an affair with for two years. Lyle’s world crumbled around him and he let it happen. He went through the motions, but had seemed like a lie. So he had decided on one more trip to the rim.

Now, standing on the edge, Lyle was going to end the tradition that no one would ever know about. He stood there letting the wind rock him back and forth, soothing his aching heart. He would like the next gust of wind push him over the edge. He would not counteract the push of the wind, nor would he disturb the quiet by screaming on the way down. He would go with some dignity, not shed a tear for himself, or beg a god that has turned his back on him. He did not feel like an abomination, but he knew what it like to be made into an outcast.

A sudden gust of wind nearly blew him over, but in the wrong direction. He had not thought of what he would do if the wind died down. But if you are determined, you achieve what you wanted. He leaned forward, so when the next gust picked up, his weight and gravity would do what felt he wanted. The snap of a small twig from behind him brought him out of his thoughts. He started to have a strong feeling of anger. How dare someone come upon him before he could end this tradition. He should be alone for this. Just as quickly as it came, the feeling of anger left him and was replaced by that of shame. He had intended on ending his life because his partner of six years decided to play by society’s rules and became a sheep like everyone else. Denying what truly felt inside in order to be excepted. Lyle slowly pivoted on his heels, he had a strong urge to look upon the last face he would see before he joined his friends in the next life.

What he saw standing next to the ponderosa pine tree was an angel. An angel in flannel shirt, unbuttoned on the top three buttons, revealing a small thatch of black hair. He wore tight blue jeans and a pair of battered brown hiking boots. His mane of thick, black hair swayed lazily in the waning breeze and came to rest on his wide shoulders. His eyes were as striking as the sky, like small patches of the sky in his head. His skin was clear of any blemishes. He was the most beautiful creature Lyle had ever seen. Even the naked men on the nude beaches in Greece did not compare to what stood just about thirty feet from him. How had he gotten so close to him without making a sound? Was the snapping of the twig done on purpose? Looking in to such a beautiful face, the questions seemed moot.
“Nice day for it, isn’t it?” Said the Beautiful Stranger.
“Why yes it is.” I heard myself reply. God, he even sounded dreamy.
“And, it seems to be a lucky one at that.” The stranger added, as he started to come closer t me, moving gracefully and quietly. I had an over-whelming feeling of fear as if something, terrible and dangerous, was approaching me. As if sensing this from me, The Beautiful Stranger smiled, and feeling quickly disappeared as I smiled back.
“ I’m Nick, Nick Onderall.” Offering his hand to me. His extended hand had the look of hard work, but the tell-tale signs of calluses and rough, dry patches were not apparent. When our skin made contact, in that initial contact, I had to have him; and if I never saw him again. I would feel sadness, I would be content with the knowledge I could still feel love. Ending my life seemed like such an idiotic thing to do now. Was I really that sad or just lost in depression? All that seemed so foolish and long ago.
“Lyle, Lyle Johns.” I said retracting my hand, that felt like it was being operated by remote-control or so it seemed. I was completely taken in by him. And I think he knew it.
“Beautiful place, I come here often to reflect and clear my head. Who needs meditation rooms and temples when you have all of this, right.” He said, as he swept his hand out towards the scenery.
“What do you come for?” He asked, looking out at the horizon. The question caught me completely off guard. How do I answer? What exactly should I say? “I come for the food.” I replied, and immediately wished I could take my response back.
“Yeah, they have great food here.” He answered back, as if it were a normal part of casual conservation. But I guess my response would be a normal one if one was a hunter, and he look miles form being a hunter of any kind. “Speaking of food, would you like a bite before you leave us?” He asked quite casually. I found it odd that he would ask that, not the offering of food, but of leaving. Had I mentioned my true intentions on being here? Or had he come to that conclusion by what he had seen? What HAD he seen? How long was he really there? Yet, I could not refuse his offer. “Yes, I would love a bit o’ food.” I said in my best Chumley voice.
“Well then, you can come with me and we shall see what a grand lunch they have around here..” He said as he took my hand in his and led me into the woods along one of the various hiking trails. After about twenty minutes of walking, it occurred to me that we were headed in the direction opposite to where I parked my car.

Some time later, I noticed that were no longer on any established hiking trail, but were in fact, following a game trail through thick underbrush. The canopy above began to block out the bright sunlight. I began to feel uneasy and were about to ask how much further we would be going, when we came to a small secluded meadow in the woods. A small forest lake reflected the perfect blue sky with its fattening thunderheads. Across from where we emerged, just at the edge of the woods, Small blue and purple flowers dotted the grass covered ground. Ferns that had growing generation after generation edged closure to the lake shore. Off by itself, nearly hidden by the dense oak saplings, was a tree that was totally different than the rest. It was a short, squat-thing with bark the color of road tar. It had bright-red veins that ran up the trunk and alone the underside of the few skinny branches. The branches themselves were supporting some blood-red fruit that looked very similar to pomegranates. The leaves were a darker shade of black than the bark, with the same bright-red veins. It was out of place in all this beauty, and was just as quickly forgotten about because of that same beauty. The thought of this meadow as a place of death never entered my mind. How could such ugliness mar such beauty? But beauty, like death, masquerades as it opposite.

2.
He lead me to a lawn chair that had been built out of oak saplings. It look hard and uninviting, yet it was as comfortable as any Laz-E-Boy Recliner ever made. He left me with the view and went inside the cabin to get the food for their lunch. He emerged shortly with an arm loaded with a box that contained various food stuffs. I got up to help, but he waved his hand at me as an impatient mother would shoo off an annoying child. When everything was on the table, he beckoned me over to the table in the shade of a large pine tree.

The buffet that was spread upon on the table looked like was enough to feed a small army. Steaks covered in wild mushrooms and gravy, game hens with fresh herbs and roasted corn sat steaming in the afternoon light. Loaves of bread, bowls of wild lettuce and green awaited what looked to be like balsamic vinaigrette. A pitcher of wild Red tea sat among the food. Next to it was a bowl full of blueberries and strawberries swimming in fresh cream, just one of many desserts.

As I was partaking of the delicious lunch, Nick The Beautiful Stranger, was watching me with a look of savage hunger. A rueful smile played upon his lovely full lips. Again a red flag went up in my head, but was quickly gone when he poured me a cupful of tea. Normally I would heed my intuition ad would remove myself from potential danger, but being in his presence I had no self-will. That’s as close as I can describe how I felt. I drank deeply of the tea nearly finishing the cup in one gulp, as he made up a plate for me. A little bit of everything, my plate looked like Mt. Everest. The tea was cool and sweet with a slight after taste that was indicative of the wild teas in the southwest, yet there was another taste that was somehow odd, tangy and yeasty. We ate in comfortable silence, as two friends who shared lunch each day for years, occasionally making eye contact between bites.

The meal was great. I was full, but not sleepy as one would be after a heavy meal, I could see by the look on Nick’s face that he too was not tired. Yet, that look of savage hunger was still in his eyes. He stood up and gave his flat belly a satisfying rub, then took off his shirt. The patch of dark hair on his well toned chest made a silky trail down his belly, disappearing behind the waist band of his tight jeans, to an area I hoped to see, maybe even touch. A tingling sensation exploded in my own jeans, although mine were not as tight as his. Then to my pleasant amazement he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, kicked off his boots as he removed his pants. His back was to me and his muscles rippled in waves were hypnotizing. The muscles that ran down beside the spinal column danced as he lifted his legs. The spheres of his gluteus maximi flexed and relaxed as the pants fell to the grass. The milky complexion of his skin was somewhat lighter than what was exposed to the sun. He turned and faced me, slide his hands down his body and adjusted his package to show me all that he could.
“You coming? Its not deep, but the waters great!” He said as he turned around again and walked in to the calm lake.

The rational part of my brain told me I should wait at least an hour after eating before going swimming. But the horny part of my brain pointed what the fact that we would not be swimming as Nick stood in water that barely reached his low hanging testicles. That did it! I stripped to my birthday suit in record time, hell maybe even set a world record! But was something like that ever recorded for posterity? Didn’t know and didn’t really care. I ran rather than walked into the ice cold lake water. My little happy maker went past go and straight up in to my belly.

Nick laughed like a school yard bully who had just pantsed the weakest boy in the lunch room. I felt my face redden. He noticed and took my hand pulled me close to him. Our bodies were only inches apart and my member threatened to close the gap. His eyes burned right into me and into my soul, he saw that I wanted what he wanted. That rueful smile made a quick appearance and was gone. He leaned in, placed his warm lips on mine held the back of my head with one hand and gently probed my slightly opened lips with his tongue. I could no longer hold the reins to my wild horses. I let go to his touch and my penis immediately sprung to life. He broke the kiss and looked down.
“Now, that’s what I like to see.” He said. Then he picked me up in his arms, lifting me up off the lake floor and kissed me harder. I could feel his cock swelling against my own hard cock. My body was on fire, his touch set me on fire and I let myself burn. He put me down just as gently has he had picked me up, but he continued to descend as my feet touched down on the lake floor. He trailed soft kisses across my chest, taking time to tweak my nipples with teeth before continuing down. The world began to swim in my vision, the sounds of the singing insects and chattering birds grew in decibel not volume. The sunlight intensified to where my eyes began to water. Then his warm, experienced tongue lapped my sensitive head as his hands cupped my balls. My watery eyes drank in every blurry detail of his face and mouth as he opened up to take me in. My toes curled in the soft slit floor as I slipped past his tonsils and his lips gripped the base of my penis. My testicles drew up close as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. His hands gripped my hips and gently pushed back, then he forcibly pulled me forward, ramming my cock down his throat. He continued this way, each thrust forward getting harder and faster. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat. Too soon, was I on the verge of exploding, sensing this he stood up and gently pushed me down to reciprocate.

I licked his sweaty skin, tasting the tangy mineral flavor of the lake. I smelly musk of him as I teased his hard, erect nipples. His hands caressed my body as I dropped to my knees into the cold mountain water. I took in the beauty of his engorged cock. It was the biggest I have ever had, and I made a commitment to take it all! Just like he took all of me. I opened my mouth and took him in. His head was huge, I worried that I could not get it all, but I gave it the old college try, as the saying goes. After a few initial gagging fits, I was able to relax and really open up. But he went at it gently, he didn’t thrust as he made me do with him. We found a good pace to enjoy each other. After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity of pleasure, he stood me up, dropped to his knees and turned me around. His tongue plunged into my ass, sliding up and down my crack, darting in and out to tease my aching hole. I started to jack myself off as he reamed me, but he stopped me and kept his hand wrapped around my cock. I was lost in desire, drunk on ecstasy. High on him.

After some time, he stood up and spat into his hand. I have never been penetrated dry, but my body tingled in anticipation.
“If this hurts, tell me. I have something in the cabin, but I must have you now.” He panted in my ear. Turned my head as far as I could and said:
“Take me now.” Any thoughts of protecting myself were farthest things in my mind. I spread my cheeks with my hands and his head put pressure on my hole. There was a moment of discomfort, laced with sharp pain as his head broke through the tight barricade that was my sphincter. When he had fully entered me, he held me.
There we were, standing still in the lake, listening to the birds provide the soundtrack to our copulation. Slowly he pulled out, but not completely, then he would push all the way in again, his shaft filling me up. His head massaging my prostate. His warm breath tickled the tiny hair on the back of my neck. Our moaning and panting kept rhythm with our thrusting bodies. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he pushed into me. My body began to tense in anticipation of the oncoming orgasm. His arms held me tighter as he began to pick up speed and intensity with each thrust. I took myself in my hand and began to keep pace with him. I felt his teeth bite into my shoulder, but the pain only added to the pleasure. I could feel his cock begin to throb as he reached climax. In and out. In and out he came. The warmth of his cum filled me up as my cock erupted in a white stream that arched high up in the air to land among the ripples we created with our fucking.
“Beautiful, just fucking lovely.” He panted in my ear as he held me close. I could feel him getting soft, but he stayed inside me. “Hang on.” He whispered as he lifted me up by my ass and sat back into the water. The cold water on our heated bodies felt wonderful, relaxing. Then as if in a counter-reaction to the cold water, he got hard again and started to push in and out of me as we sat in the water. This leg of our fuck session did not last as long as the first, but it was just as intense. Spent and exhausted, we cleaned each other off in the lake. He got out and got a buffalo hide from the cabin and spread it out in a patch of sunshine and stretched out on it. He patted the space beside him. Unsure of why I felt apprehension in doing so, I laid down beside him. He took me in his arms and fell asleep. I drifted off as well, but before sleep took me I heard the woods whisper, “leave, leave before sunset.” Then there was a deep growl that rolled out of the woods, silencing the whispers. As if hearing it all, his arms held on to me tighter, and I gave into sleep.

3.

A while later, I awoke in the late afternoon, alone. I looked around and saw that my clothes were neatly folded and placed on the log chair. The door to the cabin was closed, the wooden shutter on the only window was also closed. No light shone through the gaps. I looked across the meadow, but it was empty like the rest of the place. I realized that the tune the insects were singing had changed and a high-pitched “chittering” sound had filled the woods. The bird songs were quieted, underneath the strange insectile buzzing, was the distinctive sound of movement in the woods, just out of range of visibility, but well within hearing distance. A large unseen creature circled the meadow, emitting that low, deep growl. I began to reach for my clothes when I saw Nick, The Beautiful Stranger, sitting naked in the chair. The rueful smile on his face and that hungry look in his eyes. He stood up and droplets of water rolled down his smooth skin (so, he had been in the lake, but I had not seen him.) his cock at attention in front of him. I needed no further persuasion, I rolled on to my back spread my legs apart and waited to feel his weight on me. He came up on me in the push-up position, hovering his body over mine. The muscles in his arms were taunt and steely. Slowly he descended, as he kissed me just like he did in the lake. My cock responded to his passionate kiss, he positioned his cock on top of mine and began to grind. Rubbing our cocks together.

We dry-humped like two people who just discovered a new of getting off. We explored each other like two people in love, or at least a real strong sense of lust!
“I have to have you.” He whispered to me as his hands pushed my legs up, positioning my ass to receive his cock. Again, he spat into his hand, I think I am beginning to like this form of penetration. Lubes would now be on my “No List”. I spat into my own hand and lubed his swollen member as his lubricated my hole with his. When I felt his head knocking on my back door, I pushed hard against him. Savoring the pain as all of him slipped into me. I could be happy, just having his cock inside me, forever. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the moment, on his body thrusting against mine, the grunts that came from his mouth as he fucked my hole.

I opened my eyes and saw he had his eyes closed. He pushed into me with a need that could not be satisfied. The sound of the insectile chatter grew louder as Nick thrust harder, the sound of movement in the woods got closer and louder as he fucked harder. I looked in the direction of the strange squat tree with the pomegranate-like fruit. There, beside the black tree, were a pair of glowing eyes. The same bright-red as the veins on the tree. I stopped pushing into his thrusts, but he didn’t notice and continued to fuck me. I looked up at him to tell him to stop, when he opened his eyes and they reflected the same red as the eyes by the black tree. Then a terrible laugh boomed in my head, I began to scream, but it sounded so small, as if from far away. The laughter came not only from within my head, but from the ground beneath me, the woods around us, and even from Nick. I tried to pull away, But Nick continued to hold me down and fuck me. Now, however, it felt more like rape. Not only of my body, but of my mind and my very soul. I looked back at the glowing eyes by the black tree to see living smoke rush towards me, tearing apart the vegetation as it sped up. There was a bright white flash when nick clubbed me on the head. The combined sounds of the booming laughter, my screams and splintering trees followed me into darkness. I had come here to end a tradition, and end it I did in the meadow of death.