A Forest Hideaway (11)

A Forest Hideaway

or

Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap

I could barely concentrate for the rest of the day. I went through the motions, all the while my head full of a jumble of feelings and my body a tightrope of desire.

During supper I stayed away from Puck and he didn’t approach me. I was scared to even look his way since I’d been told by two different people our affection for each other was obvious. I made polite conversation with Adam and Lorraine, and asked Kamal a few general questions about pony training.

By the time darkness had fallen, the main house grew quiet. I went upstairs and lay on my bed, listening to music on my phone, and trying to quell my growing excitement. I kept checking the clock.

At ten thirty I pulled the plugs from my ears and listened carefully to the expansive quiet of the house outside my door. I heard laughter in the distance, and a door shut somewhere. Then there was nothing.

At ten forty-five, I put my phone and earbuds on the bedside table, grabbed the flashlight from its spot on my dresser, and opened my door quietly. I peeked my head out to make sure the coast was clear.

It was now or never. And never was not an option.

I stepped into the hall and closed the door softly behind me, locking it as quietly as I could and making my way along to the stairs, then down to the main level. Only the emergency lights were on, giving the place an eerie glow. I managed to make it out the back door with only one loud squeak of my shoe on the polished floor. Once on the porch, after I’d shut the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. 

I took my bearings to see if anyone else was outside. It looked like the coast was clear, so I descended onto the grass and started walking in the direction of the bunkhouse. I didn’t turn on my flashlight until I was a good way along the path, so nobody at the main house would see a bouncing light and wonder. I sincerely hoped the guys in the bunkhouse were too busy to pay attention to anything but hijinks and whatever else a group of horny young men might get up to at this time of night.

Part of me was envious that they all got to hang out together in a very cool bunking arrangement. But I probably wouldn’t have dealt very well with having to hide my affection for Puck in such close confines, and where he might be—and probably was—approached frequently by other men. If what Lincoln had said was true, and they all knew there was something going on between me and Puck, I hoped it would keep them from approaching him. But I couldn’t hope for miracles.

The bunkhouse loomed before me. I kept my flashlight pointed at the ground so I could see my way but not betray my arrival. As I got close enough that the circle of its light touched the step below the door, I heard a cough to the left. I aimed the beam of the flashlight in that direction and it landed on a pair of bubblegum pink Doc Marten’s with rainbow laces. 

Puck.

The pretty boots started to move toward me as I followed the illumination along the long line of his jean-clad legs, past the hem of his snug T-shirt, over the Spiderman Logo, up his neck and chin to his sweet smile and glinting, excited eyes, squinting in the bright light.

“Hello, handsome. You found me,” he said.

By now he was right in front of me. I lowered the flashlight so I could bathe in his proximity. I could still see his face, although not clearly in the darkness. But it didn’t matter, because in a moment, his lips found mine and caught me up in a gust of desire and longing.

His fingers gently pried the flashlight from my hand as he kissed me.

When he pulled away, he drifted the beam over me from head to foot and made a satisfied sound. “Hell, yes. So hot. Follow me.”

I’d worn a pair of ripped jeans, canvas runners, and a faded grey T-shirt with a black-checked button down open over it, to ward off the evening chill. Trying to look younger and maybe not so professional. 

Puck reached out and took my hand, as he had when he’d led me to the beach the day before, and to get my cock sucked in the woods earlier in the week. I appreciated his tactile nature and I would go just about anywhere with this compelling and confusing young man.

Now we moved through dense brush to the songs of crickets and night birds. I wondered if he had a destination in mind and if there would be anything more than a rocky space on the ground to get up to what we so obviously wanted to do with each other. I held my tongue and trusted that he’d get us where we needed to be.

I watched the beam of the flashlight he held—my flashlight—bob ahead of us. It was a little spooky, to be honest, and I clutched his hand as if letting go would mean disaster. I cried out when a sudden fluttering of wings and the cry of a small animal sounded nearby.

Puck laughed. “We’re almost there. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” I said, affecting nonchalance, although he could probably feel the clammy sweat on my palm.

“You’re trembling,” he said.

“How do you know that’s not just anticipation?”

“I don’t. Anyway, we’re here. It’s not much but there are four walls and a roof.”

The light of his flashlight fell on the scruffy wood walls of a diminutive shack at the end of the very-much-not-really-a-trail we were on.

“Okay. Well, then.” 

Were there spiders in there? There would probably be spiders. I coughed. 

Puck aimed the flashlight on my face. “Oh, come on. You’re not worried about a little dirt, are you, Oliver?”

“Um, no. Of course not.”

He looked me up and down. “Oh, good. Because by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be an absolute mess.”

Suddenly I didn’t care about spiders. That is, I cared about them alot less.

“Okay. Fuck.”

He grinned. “Come on.”

I followed him to a rickety door that opened with a creak when he pushed on it.

“There’s no lock?” I said.

“Who the hell’s gonna find us out here?”

We stepped inside, onto wood floorboards that complained immediately.

“Nobody else knows about this place?”

“Well…” Puck shook his head. “Adam was the one who mentioned it. He told me how to find it.”

That stopped me short. “Did you tell him what—“

Puck pulled me further into the dank, dark room.

“Yes, exactly. I asked him if he knew of any place I could fuck the shit out of you in private and not under the stars, which was my second choice, honestly.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding. He shone the flashlight under his chin, which made him look spooky and a little bit scary.

“No, I didn’t say it in those exact words. And I didn’t reference you at all. I just asked if there was anywhere a ponyboy could go to get his dick sucked other than the crowded bunkhouse or the lake.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, and stayed still, not eager to encounter any webs in the darkness.

“Okay. Wow. This place…isn’t half bad.” I tried to sound optimistic.

“Hold on a second. There’s a lantern.”

Puck’s shoes scuffed against the floorboards as he moved forward.

“Wait, have you already been here?”

Puck laughed softly. He turned and moved, pressing the length of his body against me, and angled the flashlight away. “No, Oliver. I’m only a slut for you, apparently.”

And all I could smell was Puck. All I could feel was Puck. I wrapped my hands around his biceps, keeping him with me, feeling safe when I was near him.

“That makes me happy,” I said, sucking on his neck, nuzzling against him. I just wanted to kiss every part of him. He smelled so good.

“I like to make you happy.”

I chuckled. “If I can make myself let you go, maybe we should light that lantern. If I’m honest I’m a little bit scared of spiders.”

“I see,” Puck said, “Well, luckily, I’m not. So I will protect you, my prince.”

I laughed as he pulled away. I watched the beam of his flashlight bob around the small space. 

“Aha,” he said. More scuffling and then a soft yellow glow flooded the space, bringing immediate relief and a cozy ambience.

“Oh, thank God,” I muttered. He handed the flashlight back to me. “Wait a second, is that a mattress?”

I shone my flashlight on the stained and dusty old mattress spanning half the floor.

“Only the best for you, Oliver. There’s a ratty old loveseat, too.”

“Holy shit. That looks like it’s about a hundred years old. The mattress, too.”

“Don’t worry. I brought some clean blankets from the bunkhouse.”

“Yay?”

He laughed. “Oh, come on. We’re at a fucking ranch, Oliver, not the Four Seasons. Suck it up.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh. You’re going to say that to me, are you? Clean mattress or dirty, I fully plan to…suckitup.” 

I gazed about me, trying not to worry too much about creepy-crawlies and focus on what we’d come here for. The beam of the flashlight landed on a bit of rope coiled in the corner.

“Hmm,” I said.

“What?”

“There’s some rope here,” I said. 

“Probably full of spiders,” Puck commented.

“Oh fuck. You’re right. Goddammit.”

Puck lifted his backpack with a grin. “Good thing I brought some, then.”

I blinked. “You brought rope? You brought your own bondage rope?”

“No, Oliver. I just brought rope. Why is it automatically going to me used on me?”

I closed my eyes, the desire inside me brimming over. 

“Because,” I said, lips suddenly dry. “Because it’s all I’ve been dreaming about. But if you’re not into it…”

“Oliver. I brought the fucking rope.”

Had he packed it in his suitcase? Had he anticipated he might have the opportunity for some bondage fun outside of the stables? 

I appreciated his initiative, that was for damn sure.

Once we had covered the stained surface of the mattress with the soft blankets, the shed felt more civilized and more conducive to a night of unbridled lust. Puck tossed a  bundle of black bondage rope onto the mattress. “There you go. Whatever will you do with that, Oliver?”

I let a smile steal over my features. I loved playful Puck. I leaned down and picked up the rope, smoothing it between my fingers and thumbs and regarding Puck contemplatively.

“I won’t be able to decide until you’re naked.”

He grinned slowly and started to take off his clothes while I watched with avid interest. 

“Is this your rope, Puck?”

“Whose else would it be?”

“You brought this all the way here, when you knew the ranch would have everything needed to keep you in your place as a ponyboy?”

He blushed. “I really like bondage, okay? I thought I might have the opportunity to tie someone up, or…get tied up. I knew I wasn’t gonna be a ponyboy all the time.”

By now he had his T-shirt off and was pushing down his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock half-hard cock bobbed in front of him as mine pushed against the fly of my pants.

“What do you want to be? Right now?” I said, about to combust with desire. 

“Huh?”

I let my words hang in the air while Puck’s cock fattened up right in front of me. 

He didn’t look at me, only concentrated on folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile while my hands itched to touch him.

“Would you be my ponyboy?”

His head jerked up and he gazed at me from beneath a bit of hair that had flopped forward. He touched the tip of his tongue to the metal ring in his lip and arched a brow.

“There’s not much room to trot in here.”

I smiled, my breaths coming quick.

“I don’t need you to trot,” I said.

Puck crossed his arms in front of his chest. His dick was pointing at me. His pants were around his ankles. Slowly, deliberately, he turned away and bent to the laces of his docs.

I almost choked on my fucking tongue. Because, suddenly, Puck’s bare ass was lit by the soft light from the lamp as he leisurely undid his boots and removed them. 

Time seemed to stand still. I watched the muscles in his thighs twitch, and followed the curve of his behind with my gaze.

He said, “I’m leaving my socks on because the floor is filthy.”

“Come here. Sit down,” I said, because I had an idea.

Puck straightened and moved to sit on the mattress.

He eyed me warily as I dropped the bundle of rope beside him and went to gather up his bubblegum boots where he’d left them.

Puck scooted backwards, his body lean and lithe and gorgeous, watching me with unabashed curiosity as I knelt and held up one boot.

“What are you doing, Oliver?”

“I’m putting these boots back on you. Because they are so pretty—“ I swallowed thickly, “and I want you to wear them, while I do nasty, nasty things to you.”

Our gazes met and held and I swear, it was a good thing there wasn’t anything actually combustible in here, because the energy between us could have set off an explosion. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, leaning back on his elbows and lifting his sock-covered foot.

I carefully slid the boot onto his foot, tugging it firmly as his heel found its place, while Puck deliberately let his knee fall to the side as I tied the rainbow laces, giving me a glimpse of the dark cleft between his cheeks. As I lifted my gaze to see, he leisurely wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked slowly, watching me.

“I see you’re very good with knots,” he said as I tied the laces of his boot into a double bow.

“Yes.” I glanced up and smiled. “I did some sailing in my youth.”

This made Puck snort a laugh. “You sound like you’re fifty. You’re still in your youth.”

“I’ll be thirty in a few months. I’m not as young as you.”

“Good. I like older men,” Puck said, lifting his other foot so I could slide the remaining boot onto it. While I tugged the heel, he slid two fingers over his balls and pressed them against his taint, closing his eyes with pleasure.

“Oh my fucking God,” I whispered. “You are the worst. How am I supposed to concentrate on what I’m doing?”

“Correction, I am the best,” Puck said. He slipped the index finger of his other hand in his mouth, sucked on it, then, lifting his ass slightly off the mattress, he reached down and slipped it into his hole, making a sweet breathy sound that went straight down my cock and into my balls.

I dropped the untied boot, and lunged forward, covering his body with mine and latching onto his mouth with a furious need. The intensity of my sudden onslaught forced Puck onto his back. He brought both hands up to cup my head as we breathed into each other, tasting and teasing and reveling in our mingled scents.

Puck groaned and thrust up against me. “Jesus, Oliver. You’re about to bust through your jeans.”

“I know, I know,” I said, swiping my tongue against his and shivering at the sensation of it. “Can’t help it. You are so fucking hot.”

“Did you want me when you saw me that first time? In the paddock?”

“Oh God. Yes. That fucking tail.”

“That was so goddamn hot. Humiliating and hot and, fuck, I wanted you so much after that.”

I groaned and deepened the kiss, as Puck reached between us and popped the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper down. In a moment he had my cock in his hot hand.

“Oh,” I panted. “Fuck.”

“Thicc.” Puck hissed, squeezing me. “But I knew that already. I’ve been dreaming about this cock.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Want you to fuck me. But first I want you to tie me up. And finish lacing my boot, if you please. I want to be dignified in my debasement.”

I laughed, kissing his chin and neck and chest as I withdrew down his body to properly tie that pink boot. My fingers trembled as I knotted the laces. Then I picked up the bundle of rope and loosened it, letting it fall to Puck’s naked belly in soft loops.

“Make me your ponyboy,” he said, gazing up at me with lust-blown pupils. “I want you to ride the fuck out of me.”

Oh dear God. Was I going to survive this? I was so damn horny and so fucking hot for this man, I could barely think.

“Fuck, yes. I want to do that.”

Puck sat up and placed his fists together. 

“Good ponyboy,” I said, looping the black rope over his wrist.

He smiled. “I’ll be good for you, Oliver. I’ll be so good.”

“I know you will.”

I fastened his wrists together securely enough that he couldn’t break free, but not so tight it would restrict his blood flow.

“Now what?” Puck said when that was done.

I grabbed the taut rope between his wrists and pulled him to a sitting position. “Bend your knees and put your boots together.” 

“Okay,” he smiled.

I winked. “Okay, what?

His pupils dilated further in the dim lamplight. There was barely any colour around them now. 

“Okay, Sir.”

I thrilled to that title from his lips, and tried not to pay attention to his soft, fast breaths and the humming energy of his body as I quickly roped his ankles together. Once I’d secured them, I fastened his bound wrists to the rope, so that he sat in a hunched position, unable to move, his pink boots the only item of clothing on him.

“How does that feel?”

He tested his restraints and grunted. 

“Confining.” He flashed his eyes to mine. “Debasing. Humiliating.

I raised my eyebrows. “And we like that?”

He nodded, licking his lips. “Oh yeah.”

I smiled, but didn’t say anything as I pushed his shoulder so that he tipped over and lay on his side, completely vulnerable to my whims.

“Fuck,” he said. 

“You need a safe word.”

“No, I don’t. I’m game for whatever.”

“Puck. Give me a word.”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Uh, ‘skinny dip’.”

“Okay. Promise to say it if things get too intense, or too…anything?”

“I promise. Oliver?”

“What?”

“I’m dying. I’m burning up. Do something.

“All right.” I quickly divested myself of clothing, tossing each piece so that it landed where Puck could see.

“You bastard.” He craned his neck, but I was behind him, deliberately hiding from view. “I want to see you.”

“Not much to see, Puck. My cock is fucking hard, though. Wow, I’ve never seen it so big. It’s leaking for you.”

Puck whimpered, his body shuddering, as I knelt down and snugged up behind him where he lay. When my hot, hard, wet cock hit his lower back he made a desperate sound and cursed.

I had brought a tube of lube with me and I held it in front of his face. “Hey, can you get the top off for me?”

Puck groaned and struggled, cursing me and whimpering.

I kissed his freckled shoulder and smiled against his warm skin. “Kidding. I guess I can manage it.”

“Oliver,” Puck whined. “Oliver…”

“What?” I said, putting the lube down and ripping open a condom. I groaned as I unrolled it onto my cock, knowing Puck could hear every bit of what I was doing but couldn’t see. I could be sadistic when it suited me.

“Please…please. I’m dying…”

“You’re not dying. If you need to be untied use your safeword.”

He made a loud grunt, struggling hard and then lying still. “Just fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“I’m going to fuck you, my sweet little pony. Hold your fucking horses.”

Puck made a sound that was half laugh, half whimper. My gaze kept sliding over his utterly beautiful, captive, form. The black ropes glistened against his pale skin. I could hardly believe this gorgeous boy wanted me. But he did. He absolutely did.

I glanced at his cock and I swear to God it looked like a rocket ready for takeoff—perfectly straight and sticking up. The head was purple with congestion and fluid leaked down the side of it, in snail trails of shiny moisture.

“You are so fucking hard.” I reached around and swiped some of the wetness with my finger, putting it into my mouth and slurping loudly.

“Oliver!”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’m going to get you ready for me.”

“Yes,” he hissed, head dropping to the mattress, shoulders relaxing.

I lubed up my condom-covered cock and then pressed my slippery fingers against his hole, sliding them around the wrinkled edge and then slipping one inside.

Puck gasped and stuttered, his body tensing.

“Okay?” I asked, holding still for a second.

Puck made a strangled noise but nodded, panting and shuddering, as I pushed my finger in all the way.

“So tight. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Puck made a helpless noise. “I loosen up real good, once things get going,” he panted. 

“Well, they’re going,” I said, adding a second finger while Puck cried out, his cock surging.

Fuck,” he said. “You can be rougher. Please be rougher.”

I stopped trying to think of sexy things to say and concentrated on slicking up his sweet hole, plunging my fingers in and loosening him up like he wanted.

His response was immediate and amplified. I pulled my fingers out and lined up my cock, unable to wait any longer. This had been a long time coming and I was just as desperate as he was.

I spread those perfect ass cheeks and pressed the head of my cock against the shiny wrinkled skin there. As I breached the muscle and stroked into the plush heat of him, we gasped. Then Puck gave a long, low groan and cursed as I sank in all the way.

“You okay?” I whispered, dying to move but worried about Puck.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just fuck me. Please, Oliver. Fuck me hard. Make me forget about everything but this.”

“Okay. Okay.”

I wrapped my arms around his bound body and started to move, the heat and slick softness a refuge from the external world. I forgot we were in a filthy shack in the middle of the woods. I didn’t care. All I knew was that this beautiful, broken man had let me in, had trusted me with his body and his soul and I was going to make this good for him. I’d make him forget everything he was struggling with except for the bonds on his ankles and wrists, and the breaching of his body, and the igniting of his blood.

My own grunts accompanied Puck’s soft cries as I found a rhythm and kept to it, my hips snapping hard and short to maintain it, while Puck’s body responded in marvellous ways.

“I can’t hold off, Puck,” I said, not wanting to disappoint him but needing to be clear. “You are so fucking hot. So fucking gorgeous. So fucking sexy.”

I slid my hand between his thighs and wrapped my still-slick fingers around his cock, pumping it as I thrust into him. “Come for me. Shoot for me.”

With a loud, strangled cry he came over my knuckles as I pounded into him, the hot flush of his release sending me over the edge.

I yelled as I came, biting down on his shoulder, my breaths wild and loud, noises I’d never made before ripping out of me at the intensity of it all.

The walls of the shed echoed with our cries and then everything fell silent except for our panting breaths and the heartbeat in my ears, that gradually slowed while I clutched Puck to me, and peppered his head with kisses.

“Oh my God. Oliver. Jesus.”

“You okay? I’m sorry,” I said. I hadn’t meant to get that out of control.

“For what? That was…that was…” he groaned. “I don’t think I’m a virgin anymore.”

My heart stopped in my chest for a moment, then chugged forward. 

“What? You’re not—“ I grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out of him, freaking out a little. But the sound of his sudden laughter gave me comfort and reassurance, even as I wanted to spank him for being so provocative.

“It’s a joke. A joke. But I feel like you’ve taken my virginity again. Because it’s never, ever, been like that before.”

I sighed with relief, moving around so I crouched in front of him, taking his sweet face in my hands. His cheeks were red and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, dampening his hair.

“Okay, so it is you,” he said, his lust-glazed eyes finding their focus. “For a second I thought I’d been ravaged by a wild beast.”

I smiled. “Well…that got more primal than I anticipated.”

“Thank God,” he said. “I liked it. I liked it alot.”

I held his gaze for several long moments, until a broad, exhausted grin spread over Puck’s face.

“So, that was something we did.”

“Shit, I need to untie you. Because if I don’t I might have to fuck you all over again.”

“Normally, I’d be into it. But it’s pretty late and—“ he yawned. “I need my beauty sleep.”

I fumbled with the ropes and finally got them all off him, only to be bowled over. I found myself on my back on the blankets, staring up at him.

“That was so, so fucking good, Oliver, and just what I needed.”

“Same here. You’re incredible.”

He laughed and bent to kiss me, hard and wet and deep. I threaded my fingers in his hair to keep him there for several long, luxurious, moments.

When we pulled apart Puck glanced between his legs. “Goddamit. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I seem to have the same problem.”

“Want to do it again tomorrow night?” he whispered, nuzzling my cheek and nipping at my chin.

“Oh, fuck yes. Every night.”

Puck pulled back and smiled. “I hope Adam’s paying you well. Because from now on you’ll be working twice as hard.”

“It’s worth it.”

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