Dense knots of rhododendron
enshroud this secluded tract
of ancient woodland.
Glossy green leaves
obfuscate evening sunlight.
Pushing through them, you enter
the cool glade,
welcome after the heat.
Dead leaves carpet the ground,
muffling distant hubbub;
buzz of cars,
shrieks of children,
thrum of aircraft.
Softer sounds within are magnified:
twitter and squawk of birds;
rustle of squirrels;
your feet;
your breathing.
All too loud for this sacred place.
It feels different in here;
mysterious; a world apart.
Network of narrow paths
criss-cross the area,
leading you to other hidden glades,
secluded hideaways,
verdant caves.
One strange perversion intrudes;
weird red paint-marks
disfiguring the tree-trunks,
wounds slashed onto the bark.
Scarlet palimpsest obliterating paler letters
beneath. By squinting, you can make them out –
COCK
BUM
SUCK
Because, of course, as you now realise,
as the truth about this quiet place hits you,
this is where the gay men come
cruising, seeking outdoor sex in this
secluded woodland glade, a Dionysian
realm where sex is free for all
in a fuck-me consequence-free fiesta.
Now that you get the picture, you see the
evidence everywhere: the
scraps of used tissues, the
empty condom packets, the
patches of scuffed leaves where couples coupled, the
crushed lager cans left by those
who need Dutch courage before touching
another man’s proffered cock; all the
multitude of discarded detritus.
And if you’re quiet, you too
can see them sometimes,
strange woodland wildlife;
shy,
solitary,
available.
Single males lingering in the bushes,
pretending to look at their phones
while scanning the bushes for likely lads.
If you’re a female,
stumbling by accident into this,
their private mating ground,
they’ll avert their eyes,
resentful of your presence.
This isn’t your habitat,
you’re scaring away the prey.
***
But if you’re careful, girls, you too
can observe their mating rituals.
Hide yourself like them in the bushes and
observe.
First, learn to understand the
code of the trees.
That young man there,
standing by the oak-tree once marked COCK,
he’s ready to stroke or suck an erect penis,
maybe even swallow semen,
if he thinks it’s clean.
See that man approaching
(middle-aged, middle eastern),
he’s already unzipped his fly,
making his offer.
The young man drops to his knees in
tacit acceptance
and takes out the organ, flaccid at first
but soon hardening in his eager hands,
rising into a thick uncircumcised shaft.
Soon it’s in his mouth, he’s
trying not to gag as it’s
pushed deeper by the older man who
grasps the boy’s head and holds it
as he thrusts roughly until
with a cry he spurts his load into
the young man’s mouth
who gasps and splutters,
the semen dripping from his mouth
onto the leafy ground.
The older one’s had his fun.
Perfunctorily, he takes the young man’s cock
and fulfils his side of the bargain,
rubbing the shaft until it erupts, shooting
ropes of white spunk into the bushes.
He touches the boy’s face,
mutters a few words, then walks away,
disappearing into the bushes.
The boy wipes his mouth,
spits out a few last gobbets of cum,
then leaves himself.
You may think he got the worst
of that encounter,
but maybe that’s what he likes.
***
But we’re in luck.
There’s an encounter by the
BUM tree too.
Another young man,
more nervous,
eyes darting,
but excited too
by the prospect of cock.
His luck’s in;
young black man approaches,
takes out a condom, a sign
of willingness for anal.
The first youth produces his own;
he wants it too.
Bargain sealed; they get down to business.
Some brief kissing and stroking,
leading quickly to removal of clothing.
White boy strips completely,
exposing well-toned torso,
his crotch waxed bare,
his cock already rearing up
hard and aroused.
Black stud stoops and sucks it,
experienced mouth swallows the lot,
then he too removes shirt and shorts (no pants).
Ebony cock stands huge and thick.
White boy turns and braces himself
against the tree
bends to offer his arse
while the other rolls the condom
down over his shaft
as far as it’ll go.
Spreads white cheeks
presses his knob against
puckered sphincter
then rams it in
(balls deep)
and fucks the gaping arse,
dark thrusting cock enhancing the
paleness of his partner’s bum.
White boy presses his face to the tree
his cheek pale against the red paint
his whimpers swallowed by the bark.
At last the black stud thrusts
one final time,
his cock spilling its seed
into the rubber sheath.
Slowly he pulls out,
removes the condom,
drops it on the ground,
Then, wordless, takes his place against the tree.
White boy’s cock still hard,
accepts the condom,
then returns the favour,
ramming the black guy’s arse
with his eager shaft.
Black stud’s louder than you’d expect,
groaning as he grips the tree
while white boy gets his revenge,
his cock’s girth ravaging the black anus,
before he too climaxes,
filling his sheath with spurt after spurt
of white cum.
Panting with exertion, he withdraws,
removes the condom,
and drops it to join the first.
White semen dribbles out,
joins with the other.
Twin rivers
merging and mixing
leaking into the leaf-mould.
Fucking done,
the two nude boys kiss
(tongues entwined)
before dressing.
This time, numbers are exchanged,
a further meeting arranged.
But even they have to leave
and the glade is quiet again,
discarded curdled condoms the only evidence.
Twitter of birds,
rustle of leaves.
The bushes shake,
another guy emerges,
takes up his place.
And the round goes on.
