The Hunt

Some nights I’ve got one thing on my mind. That’s when I clean myself up real good, put on my sweatpants with no underwear, a tank-top to show off my muscles, and cruise up to the park. I’m whistling while I drive cause I know I look good, and I know what I’m gonna find once I get to where I’m going.

The Loop. It’s a cul-de-sac of sorts, in the middle of a city park that lies just beyond campus. The dusk is descending as I drive up the hill, the sky is pink and on fire and the cars steadily stream around the lane, with plenty parked on the sides.

They are full of men. Families don’t come to this end of the park. The men look. They walk. They lean against their cars, turning and glaring, searching for what they want.

I know what I’m looking for. The ones who wander up from the quad, along a winding path past frisbee golfers, tennis players, parents going to watch their kids play soccer. They turn onto a small path you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for it, one that winds through the woods until you reach this place. They’re freshly independent and eager to experience the world. I’m looking for the ones who looked this place up on the internet before they even got to college, knowing they would need to find out what it’s all about, to quench that aching curiosity.

I drive slowly. I run my hands up my tank top and along my muscles. Some might say I’m past my prime but I feel as sexy as I have in my life. I’m fit, tan and groomed. I’m handsome enough to have necks craning in my direction as I drive past. I’m a fucking stud and this place knows it.

I park on the side of the road. The men look toward me, some start walking in my direction. I keep my gaze steady until, far off across the clearing and at the edge of the woods, I spot something. It’s hard to see at first, but promising. A university sweatshirt. A wistful face that turns in my direction. Broad shoulders and an unsure gait as he walks toward the road.

He looks like an angel in the dying embers of the sunset, dark curly hair and pale skin, a cherub pout. He’s fit and in time he’ll learn to strut like the stud he’s becoming, but for now, here, he’s all awkward and unformed.

He stops at the road and looks around like he’s not sure where to go from here. I see cars start up, three walkers adjust their paths to move in his direction. Part of me tenses up but I take a breath. I’ve got this.

The kid turns in my direction and I get out of my car at just the right moment, leaning my fine ass against the door and turning my head to the last of the dying sunlight as he approaches me.

“Hey there,” I say. He nods, uncertain but not uninterested. Two cars slow as they pass us. The walkers are catching up with us, the kid may as well have a target on his back. “Beautiful evening.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice deeper than his looks would suggest. He’s a beauty, that’s for sure - looks like he plays lacrosse, muscled thighs filling out his thin athletic shorts and a healthy bulge up front.

“Just out for a walk?” I say, casually running a hand up the front of my shirt so he can see the tan strip of my strong stomach, the spire of hair that runs down in my shorts.

“Yeah,” he says, and it catches in his throat.

“There’s trails all through these woods,” I say, standing just slightly in his path. He stops a few feet from me. “Want to see?”

He just nods. So I motion for him to follow me. The trolls have caught up with us, their faces turn down as I take off with their prey. Maybe some other day, I think. This one’s mine.

I lead him to the edge of the woods where a path leads down into the forest, still navigable in the gloaming. As we descend I see figures lurking in the shadows. They try to be subtle as they change their paths to follow us.

We’re silent as we walk but fear and lust vibrates off of him. We end at a spot I know well, a nestled clearing in the wisteria. I turn to him. His eyes are wide with anticipation. When I reach to feel his bulge he retracts as though shocked. But I don’t take my hand away, and his chest vibrates as he exhales.

Jackpot. The kid is hung huge, a big soft cock that immediately begins to swell. I look at his face as I stroke him through his shorts, his expression changing from raw-edged desire to something like abandon, mouth half-open and eyes trained on my hand.

I gently take his wrist and bring his hand to my hardening dick. He awkwardly begins to feel it. I slide my hand up under his sweatshirt. His body is all taut, smooth muscle, obliques and pecs cut like glass. I trace my fingers along his neck, the throbbing aorta, the bow of his lips.

He’s starting to harness his desire, hoisting my cock in one hand and using his other to feel up my muscled body. I pull down my shorts, then his. Our hard-ons pulse in the air, his leaking a stream of sap that lazily drizzles in a thread before breaking off and disappearing into the forest floor.

He seems fascinated by my cock, which is thick as a cucumber and shaved to the nub. But you can’t waste any time when you’re having fun on the trail, so I drop to my knees to get at what I desire: that cherry college cock, throbbing in the late-summer evening. I catch the next pearl of pre-cum on my tongue before it drips off. He tastes like summer, earthy and alive.

I watch his face as I take his cock in my mouth for the first time. Probably he’s had a blowjob before: a furtive, shallow-mouthed, tooth-bedraggled thing in the back seat on prom night. I tuck that thick piece lovingly between my lips and against my tongue, sliding it down into the soft clutch of my throat. He quivers all over, and I take another pass with my mouth, sliding him all the way out, pausing to look up at him, then sinking it back in again. His face is pulled back in a helpless expression. I run my hands again up that perfect body, tweaking his small, erect nipples. I hold his balls in my hand, taking a moment to release his cock from my throat and lick each perfect orb. Then, eyes on his, I go back down.

I know he’s not going to last but my hunger overtakes me. College cum - I need it, and so I suck him tight and deep, speeding as he quivers and moans. It takes but five passes of my throat before his moans become groans and then he’s on his tiptoes, body quaking as his nuts retract, cock swells, and the first spurt of cum releases onto my tongue.

I savor the flavor as the next shot comes, this one copious. It floods my mouth, and the fertile taste is like wine. Again and again he issues his seed into me and I let it all collect before swallowing it down.

When I release him from my mouth his cock hangs there, slick with spit, still leaking dew which I lap from the sensitive head. Then I stand up. My cock is hard and his eyes snap right to it.

He’s hungrier than I’d realized, grabbing onto me awkwardly as he gets down to suck it, all toothy inexperience but his eagerness makes up for it. He manages to take me all the way down his throat for a moment before he gags and has to catch a ragged breath. Still he persists, sucking me hungrily, before the snap of a branch behind us breaks the reverie.

The walkers have found us and approach, blindly driven forward by the hopeless fantasy of being allowed to join in. It’s getting dark anyway; time to go. My cherub stands and looks behind him at the shadows and gleaming eyes. I take his hand and lead him away.

There is still some light on the road, and when I turn toward my car he hesitates and looks back to the path that leads to campus.

“Thanks,” he says, cracking a lopsided grin. He turns to go.

“Come to my place,” I say. He stops. Considers it.

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to meet up with my friends later…”

“I’ll drive you back,” I say, motioning to my car, which is large and expensive. He looks at it, looks at me. “We’ll have some more fun. No strings.”

The walkers are collecting themselves again and coming our way. Cars still stream through, now with their headlights on. Then a cop car approaches.

“Okay,” he says, and I smile. Because I’ve got plans for this kid beyond quick head in the woods; needs that only a young buck like him can fulfill.

“I’m Gabe,” he says when we get in the car and I start down the hill. The cop car is having its intended effect and a number of cars start up behind us, ready to head out, or at least drive around until the cop backs off. We head through the park with the windows open, through humid patches of honeysuckle-scented air.

I can tell he’s impressed when we pull into the garage of my high-rise and up the elevator, which opens right into my loft.

I almost offer him a drink. “How old are you?” I say.

“Eighteen,” he says, and I almost ask him to say it again, it turns me on so much. I give him water; he charmingly chokes on his first sip.

“Relax,” I say, taking hold of his shoulder. Probably he’s never even been downtown, let alone gotten in a car with someone he’s just met. I savor the fear a little. The innocence of it.

But I don’t want to waste any time, either, so as he breathes out his anxiety I wrap my arms around his tight waist and pull him into me. He looks into my eyes and then I kiss him. His mouth tastes sweet, his tongue small and darting as it begins to find a rhythm against mine. I reach down and he’s hard again.

I lead him to the bedroom. The bed is already laid out, lube on the bedside table. I strip him down - first his shirt, caressing his torso. Then his shorts, his submarine dick lolling out, wet again at the tip. I turn him around and take hold of his perfectly muscled and lightly fuzzy ass. I bury my face in it.

“Uh!” he groans as my tongue finds his hole. I want to savor every inch of him, this boy who is mine for the moment.

I stand and strip, letting him explore my body in his halting way. He goes back down on me, makes some more attempt to take me down his throat. His enthusiasm is charming, but his efforts aren’t important to me. I stand him up, and grab the lube from the nightstand. I apply it to his pulsing rod as he pants and stares in my eyes. I stare right back. He doesn’t know what he’s in for. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s anticipating me fucking him.

But I have specific needs when it comes to boys. And so I lay him on the bed, watching that delicious rod loll upwards as if it's just waiting for me to sit on it. I lube up my hole, closely watching his expression change as he realizes what I have in mind.

“I need fucked,” I say, getting on the bed and straddling him. “And fucked good,” I continue, lining that young cock up with my hole. In one confident motion I sit down on him, taking every inch inside of me. He moans and his mouth stays open. “So you need to let me know when you’re getting close, because I want to enjoy this teen dick for all its worth.”

“Okay,” he says, already clearly on the verge. So I move slowly, savoring that raw, strong dick inside of me, pulsing and leaking potent sperm. I flex my ass around it, making his eyes widen and roll back. Then slowly I begin to ride him, bracing myself lightly on his chest as I slide my ass up and down that perfect pole.

Before he can get too close I get on all fours. “Get behind me, there you go - line that cock up with my hole, just sink it in. Good boy,” I say, all paternal patience as I teach the kid to fuck properly.

“Oh my god this feels so good,” he says, his voice getting deeper as he begins to really pound me for the first time. I think of his view: all mature, tan muscle, his fat raw dick stretching my pink hole. “I’m close, man, I’m gonna…”

“Shoot that load in me, kid. Do it, cum deep,” I direct, and he presses his balls against me as he breeds, pulse after pulse of cum that stretches my ass with each shot and fills me with cream.

Maybe some would be satisfied with two loads but I expect more from the boys I pick up. So before he can get too relaxed I ask him if he’s hungry, even though I know the answer. I order a pizza and while we wait for it I get him hard again, which doesn’t take much. I suck his dick then let him eat; he wolfs down half the pizza. Then I pop us both in the shower where I soap him down and brace myself against the glass door so he can fuck me some more. He’s really finding his groove now, grabbing my waist and thick cheeks as he pounds, even once slapping my ass and then, adorably, apologizing for it.

“It’s okay - get into it, kid, fuck that ass,” I encourage.

I take him to the living room and have him fuck me on the couch, on the chair, even on the kitchen counter. He fucks me next to the window as we look out onto the glittering city, and cums in me a third time. Then I spin him around and make out with him as I jack my own load out onto his tight body. I lean down and clean him off, licking cum from the ridges of his abs and heavy, deflating cock.

“That was incredible,” he says, all starry-eyed and satisfied.

“Sure was,” I say, and give him my card before we head out the door. Not that I think anything will come of it. But you never know. Sometimes they don’t find boyfriends or girlfriends right away. They get a taste for mature ass.

I drop him off in front of the towers in the middle of campus. It’s Friday night and packs of horny youngsters carouse through the streets, looking for a party, for something to do. He dissipates into them as I drive on.