He and his parents visited family in Vermont each May. That was the only times he really spent with his 18-year-old cousin, David. And this year, David seemed different. More withdrawn. The first night, hanging in David’s room, he learned why. He learned about what David discovered living in the forest.
The fear in David’s voice as the story unfolded made his skin prickle, but there was something else there. Deeper. Something earthy and nurturing as David’s eyes took on a faraway look. There was wistfulness under that fear.
David told him they had to sneak out. To experience this amazing secret. He thought about pleasures, didn’t he? He stroked his cock, didn’t he? David was making him squirm with these topics, but the truth was, his cock was instantly hard at what David described. Yes, he did stroke his cock, sometimes more than once a day, and yes, he understood what it was like to chase angelic pleasures. He dreamed about someone else touching him, pleasuring him, as David described. It made his cock spasm like it never had before to think about it. It made his entire body shake with erotic fever.
So they did sneak out at midnight. And the anxiety/excitement did twist in his belly. But he kept up with David as they jogged over the field to the tree line.
David switched on a flashlight so they could weave their way through the tree trunks. The harsh light tore at the forest. It was foreign, didn’t belong. When they reached a forest clearing, David switched it off, and like indigo water, the night flowed back in and restored equilibrium.
He started to speak, to question, but David shushed him. So they waited.
With the canopy open above them, starlight and a sliver-moon provided a milky blue illumination. Just enough to see shapes and boundaries. The more his eyes adjusted, the more he could see a tree at the other side with one large plant at its base. That plant had a thick bud at the top of its stalk. It was like David had said. It bloomed after midnight, and that flower would be withered and dry by dawn. The only question was whether a seed would take its place. Whether there was fertilization in the wee hours.
“I see them,” David said. “I see them.”
The name that David had given them echoed in his mind. The Caregivers.
Because of how completely they blended into the forest environment, he could not perceive them until they came very close to the tree with the odd plant. They had human shape, but their skin looked plant-like. And their eyes glowed slightly with sunlit green.
“I brought him,” David said to them, sending a sizzle of panic through him.
“We are ready for your seed,” a whispery voice replied, and David moaned.
As David stepped forward, the bud flower peeled open into stark white petals. Fragrance filled the air. It was strange. Alluring. It made him hungry. It made him take a step forward.
David stripped his clothes, then stood naked with arms outstretched, like a human sacrifice content with his fate. Two creatures that appeared to be males took positions on either side of David. They each grasped an arm and gently forced David to lean back against them. Their free hands took a cheek of David’s ass to support his hips. Then, a third creature that looked like a voluptuous female vaulted into the tree and took a position on a branch directly overhead. She draped her legs over David’s shoulders as he stood and opened her thighs. An almost human pussy bloomed open for him.
David groaned the deepest, most sexy groan he had ever heard and licked that fragrant pussy with a huge, long stroke.
At that moment, his massively erect cock jutting out before him was swallowed by the honey-dripping flower. As the creatures had positioned him, the stalk of the plant had snaked taller and aligned itself with David’s thighs.
David’s body shook with ecstasy. His muscles shivered in random waves. His legs would surely have collapsed, but for the men supporting him.
David’s low, loving moans suddenly went shrill. He saw that one of the hands on David’s ass had migrated to enter the boy’s nethers with a long finger. The other hand drifted down to gently stroke David’s balls from behind.
If David’s lips were not locked onto that pulsating pussy and drinking the silvan waters it produced, David’s screams would have filled the forest. The muffled cries were somehow far more erotic. Wildly passionate but forcibly restrained. He seemed to be losing his mind to the pleasure. Bucking in vicious convulsions as that plant squished and slurped and pumped his cock with deliberate, repetitive movements.
All of David’s body hardened, bending him painfully in the inverse shape of the moon.
Then, he pumped his hips with utter abandon.
He came.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
He felt faint to watch David’s lust. His own cock was fluttering toward explosion as the woman in the tree also wrenched with orgasm, as if David’s culmination of the strange plant-human ritual was far too much to bear.
Then, David was spent.
The men eased David down into the ferns. His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. His pulsing cock, still erect, danced to the cadence of his heartbeat in the light of the moon.
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