So a few years back I was working at a backpackers in a forest. I’d set up a tent 20 minutes outside of the campsite near a waterfall and I’d work the bar in exchange for delicious food, a free place to pitch my tent and perks that included free gnts and a weekly bag of organic coffee. For extra cash I’d sell cigarettes to European and American tourists who were completely unaware of my 100% markup. I was 19, pale and lanky with long white-blond hair.
I was living in the company of strangers so I was surprised to see a familiar face – a friend’s older brother. He’d come all this way out of the city to visit me. He was a very stylish gay man, a social media manager who new how to glamp. His tent was a five-man luxury affair with a double mattress, crisp white sheets and a hanging arrangement of branches and fairy lights suspended from the ceiling.
I didn’t really want to date him, and I knew that’s what he wanted, but I did really want to make him cum. I was getting a lot of female attention, which, being bi and at the time identifying as Male, I didn’t despise. But I’ve always liked the power I have over men. They’re surprised by my strength, by insatiable horniness and my penis which can grow longer and thicker than expected.
One evening before he was set to go home, I decided to treat him to some tequila shots and after my shift I asked if he wanted me to come with him back to his tent. We smoked a rollie together looking out over the might time forest and I asked him to wait outside. When he came back in I was naked and on my knees back arched and lips slightly parted. He looked so shocked! After weeks of me mercilessly rebutting him, here I was, hard and waiting for him. I told him to lie down in front of me and I slowly undressed him. I licked along the underside of his penis, which swelled and trembled under my tongue. I got it really wet and then moved my hips and rubbed our penises together, my hand clasped around both. He tried to push me back – he was already close – but I held his wrists down and then stopped suddenly.
His eyes were wide, he’d been so close. But then I lay down beside him and asked him to straddle my chest. He rubbed his hard cock on my nipples and moved it towards my mouth. We’d barely said a word the whole time but as he looked down at me I uttered 3 words: fuck my face. He did so and hard. I was gagging and choking on him as he pushed into my throat. My eyes were watering. I could feel he was getting close so I pushed him back. Panting I gasped at him and asked him to cum for me. He painted my face with his hot cum and I felt it running over my lips and down my chin. Then I remembered something. I’d left my phone behind the bar. I wiped the cum off my face with his shirt and quickly got dressed. I haven’t seen him since, but I don’t think he’d recognize me. I’m no longer the flimsy forest nymph I was x
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