•An excerpt from the psychosexual thriller series, To Walk with Strangers, by Vincent Andrews•
If there is one thing you need to know, it’s that I’m patient with my prey.
Sometimes I wait patiently until they come to me with their past sins, in the hope of finding penance or absolution. Other times I wait for them to confront me with their future sins, just waiting to be committed.
You see, I am an important part of this bar and this scene. These men who come here expect to see me, and when they don’t, they get bored and disappointed and leave. Depending on my hunger level, most will leave with the desire to cross my path again someday. The rest will taste my flesh and feel my power, and have my sweat smeared across their skin and their leather. Out of embarrassment or shame, they will hope never to see me again. These are the ones I will leave behind as just another notch in my belt of cheap sex history. No, I won’t be walking over or running off. I will just wait for him or them, and when they come – and they always do – I will use them for my pleasure.
Some ask me what started my addiction to this world; I can only tell them that it was fear – not just your garden-variety fear, but the gripping, heart-pounding fear that can transform itself into sexual pleasure. That fear is overwhelming. Once you taste it, there is nothing that can ever compare. It can never be recreated with the same person, either – it has to be another, and another, and another. Then, before you know it, you’re lost in toxic endorphins, natural crack – and like a crack whore, you’re unable to stop hitting the pipe in an attempt to capture the next big high. Would you like to see what makes gods of some men and whores of the rest? Do you want to spend time in the sewers with me, smelling the stench of sin and tasting the sweet waters of the sweat that runs in the gutters?
I didn’t last long in the tea-rooms; they eventually were nothing more than a stepping-stone to the next phase of my growth. I was getting good, and I wanted to have a taste of something new. But like all cruisers, I was a creature of both habit and habitat.
I do, however, remember the day I stepped back out into the woods for the second time in my life, and the excitement that it gave me. There was always some safety in a bathroom, but outside – like my first time in the woods – I had no safety or privacy. I wanted to feel that again. But at first, I couldn’t figure out how to accomplish it.
Like all things, it didn’t take me long to find trouble and get myself into it. Just point me in the direction of fear and danger, and I was ready and hard for the environment.
I had taken a day off, and decided to travel down the highway to see some friends. The promise of new stomping grounds was as enticing as hell to me. I figured that new locations would bring some new ideas to my newfound hobby. Unfortunately, my friends kept me too busy to slip away for a quick fuck, so it was not until I was on my way back home that things took a turn for the exciting.
I loved to drive down the open highway with the windows down. The fresh air was always great to feel on my face. I enjoyed driving with my cock out, stroking it, in case a trucker or daddy drove by and happened to look down at my package. I would meet them at the next rest stop, where we would suck each other off before heading the rest of the way home.
That one night’s return journey was the most rewarding. When nature rang its bell, I turned into the next rest stop so that I could take a quick piss. I had gotten a late start, and by that time night had already fallen. The rest area was partially lit, and the only sound was the constant hum of the running diesel engines that came from the rigs parked side by side in the lot behind me.
The building at the rest stop was constructed of cinderblock, and bore a 1960s design. It rose before me from the flat asphalt. The lights were dimmed by the stacks of dead bugs that filled their globes and encased their bulbs. The building was surrounded by a forest of trees that acted as a barrier against the highway’s lights.
I sat there in my car and looked around the area, making sure there were no suspicious characters lurking around, before I made my break to the bathroom. I like danger, but I am not fucking stupid, you know.
Suddenly, a red glow appeared in a thicket of trees. At first I thought it was a firefly, but red isn’t exactly the color of light they flash. The light came back again, a bright red flickering in the dark, only this time it created a rhythm.
“I know that song,” I thought to myself.
I slid out the driver’s side door of my car, making sure to remember to lock it behind me. I had heard too many stories about being carjacked at rest stops to forget this very important rule of life.
My heart started to pound in my chest again as I slowly wandered toward the darkness of trees. My mind was racing with excitement and anticipation, and I started to feel that cold, familiar rush of blood pour through my body again as usual. I continued to walk slowly in the direction of the red flickers.
I suddenly figured out that the red light was just the cherry of a cigarette being puffed in the darkness of the trees. Being a smoker myself, I lit up and took a seat at the nearest picnic table, with a full view of the woods out of the corner of my eye. Nothing worse than stalking your prey only to have them cut and run. While they all enjoy the hunt, they still sometimes get the jitters if you’re too forceful. I sat down casually and leaned back and relaxed as I pretended to be resting from a long drive. All this time, though, I kept my eye on that red glow in the woods.
Two synchronized glows came quickly, and I pursued with drags of my own cigarette. A pause followed, and then three quick glows came from the darkness. I followed suit again, duplicating my prey’s signals with the same number of drags.
The glow started to move in the darkness of the trees. I noticed the pattern displayed a circular motion, almost hailing me to approach. I looked around to ensure there were no observers who would see me going into the woods or watch our brief communication. Once I was convinced nobody was watching, I stood up and tossed my cigarette down.
I turned toward the darkness and started my slow trek toward the trees. My heart was pounding again with excitement and fear. I didn’t know if this was a cop trying to entrap me, or a fag-basher looking to beat me to death in the woods, out of the sight of any witnesses.
What was most significant was that after a few steps, I didn’t give a shit. My hunger for sexual stimulation had grown so strong that I couldn’t – or wouldn’t – talk myself out of where I was going. As that cold rush of blood filled my body, my thoughts homed in on the sounds and sights of the wooded area in front of me.
I felt like an animal going into those trees. The feeling was purely carnal. I had only one thing in my mind, and that was to find that red glow and feed on the flesh of its owner. With every step I took, I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper, back into the same trance I was in with my first stranger.
I stepped toward the edge of trees, and I heard the sound of the leaves and twigs as they crunched and snapped beneath my tennis shoes. I reached out slowly, and took careful steps just to ensure I didn’t walk into the surrounding trees.
After I had walked about six feet into the darkness, I stopped and scanned the area, waiting for the red glow to reveal itself the night air. Finally I saw it. Just another ten feet in front of me was that glow of red, only now it highlighted the profile of a face.
I didn’t move at first. Patience was important; there was no hurry to feed. I wanted to make sure the only sound was the sound of a single prey, and not a pack. I counted the crackles of leaves and twigs with every step my prey took as he approached me. Based on the sounds I heard, there was only one person walking. I knew it was safer with only one person in the woods than it would be with two.
I slowly approached the glowing red light, but I only saw a slight profile of flesh appearing briefly as he sucked at the cigarette. I stepped a bit closer, and then leaned against the tree near me. I wanted to make him take that first move. I stood there for a few seconds; the only sounds I heard were those of the night that surrounded us.
I gave up on him being brave enough to reach out and take his rewards. I decided I wanted to step up the game, and reached down to my own crotch. As loudly as I could, I unsnapped my pants, but then I unzipped them slowly. The sound of that zipper echoed against the theater of trees surrounding my prey and me.
The air around me filled with the stench of tobacco as my victim came closer, lured by the sound of my zipper. I knew he was right in front of me, close and ready to jointly feed on our flesh.
“Hey.” The sound of a cracked voice was softly released in the air and landed in my ears. I paused to hear more, but nothing came. I truly didn’t expect anything more from him, and so I responded to his call.
“Come here and suck my fucking dick.”
Those were the only words I felt should be offered – and from his actions, my prey obviously didn’t need much more of a cue. The sound of leaves crunching in front of me met my ears. At the same time, I felt him pawing at my pants and underwear.
He was moving fast, and panted at my crotch with desire. I decided to relax and study my newfound stranger as he clawed his way to my cock. He was hungry, and once he had my flesh in his hand, it was no time before he had swallowed me into his throat.
I reached behind me and locked my arms around the back of the tree. I leaning my head back and closed my eyes. I could hear the sound of him slurping and spitting all over my cock. His hands moved around my balls and slid up to my pelvic bone. Locking his hands on my hips, he began to thrust my body into his face hard. I heard him choking as he tried to drown himself with every inch of my cock.
This only turned me on even more. I reached around and wrapped my fingers in his hair. With a firm grip on his head, I began grinding my cock and balls deep into his face. Every few seconds, when I could hear him choking beneath me, I would let him up and give him a chance to breathe.
Had anyone happened to be standing close to our location in the rest area, his choking and gagging sounds would have been a sure give-away during the night silence. But I didn’t give any thought to it. I just continued to strangle him as I shoved my cock deep into his throat.
I was not a pencil-dick guy, and my girth was already pretty substantial. Knowing that I was forcing him to choke just excited me and made me swell even more. I started to forget myself, and held him down on my flesh even longer. I was pulled back to reality only when he pushed and struggled against my body to get away. I didn’t want to let up; I wanted to hold him until he puked up spit and mucus out of the corners of his mouth as my cock jammed down his throat. I wanted to flood his gut with my cum and force my seed deep into his organs.
As it turned out, my prey had intentions different from mine. He pushed away hard and backed me against the tree and stood facing me. He breathed hard and gasped for air, and with every pant, he spat sprinkles of saliva into my own face only inches away.
I felt his arms struggling to jerk himself off as he stared into my eyes. His lips came close to my own, but I could tell his intention was not to kiss me, but only to come close to com- mitting that sin. He must have been married; this is the typical clue they all give to me when I find them in the hunting grounds. He panted heavily in my face, and began to whimper as he came closer to orgasm. I reached down and cupped his balls and as I grabbed hold of them; I heard him breathing harder as his climax intensified.
I leaned forward and pressed just my pecs against his while I moved my face up to his ear. I breathed gently, panting into his ears, hoping to get him more excited by my own sounds. I was right; it took only a second before I felt his chest heave against my own and he started making short grunts. A few more thrusts on his cock into my hand, and he finally collapsed against me, trying to hold himself up from his exhaustion.
He moved away from me without a word and pulled up his pants. In a few seconds he started to walk away toward the light, cutting through the trees to get to the parking lot. He didn’t say a word, but then why should he? He got off, and that was all he wanted from me. I would have done the same.
I figured while I was there with my balls out, I might as well get off before I headed back to my own car. I leaned back against the trees and closed my eyes again, taking note of the memory I had just made with my new stranger. I thought mostly about that moment when I gagged him with my cock, and the sounds he made when he choked on my flesh. This excited me far more than just the basic suck and jerk-off I had been getting in my tours of the porcelain palaces over the past months. I wanted to take sex to another level, and I was willing put myself in harm’s way to get to have this feeling every day.
I continued to jack off harder and faster as I remembered my recent encounter. With all my excitement, I was shaking, and my legs began to disturb the leaves and twigs beneath my feet. I started to breathe heavily, and I felt myself yearning to let go of my fears. Or yearning to be heard in the night. I fell to my knees and felt the sting of branches and cold leaves against my flesh. I felt myself completely letting go for the first time since my first stranger. The night air in my lungs was pulling me to that animal side I so longed for.
I fell forward again, and in my excitement I tried to hold myself up by my one free arm and hand. I continued to pound my cock, feeling my balls slap against my hand with each thrust. I was so excited! I took deep breaths of air from the ground and leaves that surrounded me. The smell of nature was filling my lungs, and I was starting to feel myself change more. It was like the animal in me was coming to life and fighting its way to the surface of my mind. I continued to pant and thrust at my cock, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm. My pants were still at my ankles, and my balls were wagging in the night air. I could only imagine how fucking hot I must have looked to the moon.
By this time the noise level around me no longer concerned me. I could have cared less about getting the attention of passersby. I actually hoped that someone would hear and come into the woods to find me there on my knees and excited. That idea only stimulated me more. I was turned on by the idea that a man might come to my rescue, but then see me helpless, on my knees and exposed to him. Or if I was very lucky, them. I experienced my ultimate climatic feeling in those trees that night. Not since my first stranger had me pinned to the ground had I felt so much power in my actions.
To this day I don’t know what really happened next. The fury of sexual excitement caused me to be lost in the fantasies of my own mind. I was flooded with images of sex, men, anonymous encounters and the cocks of countless strangers who had crossed my path. My mind was on overload, and I was completely absorbed in myself at that moment. I couldn’t tell you if what happened next was real or imagined, but I can tell you that in that moment of absolute excitement, I felt a thick coat of hair fall onto my backside, and the fast sting and thrusts penetrate my ass.
I fell forward and continued to slam my hand down my shaft, without even a desire to look back behind me. The jabs were fast and furious, and in most cases they missed my asshole. But I wasn’t about to move or deviate from getting this hard action. When he finally found my ass, my cries of pain filled the night air. I had hoped that my predator would reach down and cover my mouth, but no such offer was made. The jabs continued, accompanied by loud grunts and animal noises to mirror my own.
Suddenly I felt the hot sensation of cum pouring into my gut. My own pants and calls flooded out any that might have come from my new stranger, and I was lost in the moment of what was happening to me.
The time of that brief encounter felt endless. I have no idea how long I stayed kneeling upon the earth in that dark forest of sensual play. I had unloaded myself at the instant of feeling the flood of what I thought was a gallon of cum pouring into my ass.
He remained deep inside my ass for what felt like eternity. I just lay there with my eyes closed, catching my breath, until he pulled his cock from my sore ass. With no kindness, I felt that thick cock yanked roughly from my flesh, and the sting was like I had never felt before. I just stayed as still as I could to catch my wind, although I was still convulsing from the orgasm that had just taken me by force.
After about ten minutes, I finally gained the strength to lean back on my knees, and again I felt the sharp sting of wood as it dug into them. I reached for the tree nearest me and pulled myself up to my feet. I dared not reach between my legs to feel whether or not I had in fact been raped. I didn’t want to know if it was real or not. I didn’t want to kill the excitement of what I had just felt. My legs were weak and weary from the excitement. I bent over and pulled my pants to my waist, buttoning myself back up as I prepared to face the public.
I was absolutely shocked that no sounds spilled into the night. I stood completely still and listened for my last stranger. I heard nothing at first. Then to my right, I heard the sound of footfalls walking deeper into the woods. The steps were slow and too distant, though, to be sure of them. I started to walk toward the glowing lights of the rest stop, creeping between the trees as I went.
When I finally stepped out into the open grass, I realized I was coated with mud and leaves. I had not realized how much I had gotten into my jack off-session. I walked quickly to my car, unlocked it, and slid into the driver’s seat. I could feel mud in my ass and on my balls as I finally began to regain my compo- sure, and my mind was able to distance itself from the sensations I had experienced. I really had done a number in those trees.
I looked around, and then checked my rearview and side mirrors to see if my last encounter was still parked in the lot. Even the sounds of rigs had vanished; I was completely alone. He must have escaped while I was composing myself on the ground.
I thought about that encounter all the way to my destination, and for many years after. I checked my underwear later for blood or signs of cum leaking from my worn ass. I found none. I checked with my fingers to see if I was torn or ripped. I felt no sharp pain; nor did I feel any sting from the salt of my fingers digging at my ass.
Did that mean there was no encounter? That would be impossible; I felt him on me pounding furiously into my body. I know I felt that rush of cum pour into me. What about the sounds of someone walking away into the night? I never heard him and never saw him while I was taking him into my body. Perhaps I was just imagining him?
I couldn’t explain the feeling of that encounter. I never felt anything like it again. But he left me with two things: the desire to free myself even more, and the desire to take my own prey by surprise.
I had a lot of work to do. I wanted this excitement every day and night, going forward. I was no longer going to settle for just the basic jerk and suck-off. I was taken by the night, and I had given my flesh to it in the woods. It was at that moment, reminiscing on this wild encounter, that I found myself embra- cing my inner animal. I was not afraid anymore, and I was going to give every man I met a taste of my terror and excitement.
Author: Vince Andrews
Photo Credit: DRUMMER Archives