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It seemed to me that it all happened at once. Flashing instances of anal pleasure, memories of flexing muscle at the moment of orgasm, and the deep long eternal breaths of those men I have named lovers. Again, it floods through my mind with each stroke of my hand, remembering the many hands that have caressed my penis, that fled across my once tan skin, and ignited the uncontrollable passion that would consume my body well into the next morning. One that touched me deeper, in more ways than one, than all the others comes to mind. His name I could not tell you. But of the sound masculinity that he embodied, I could tell you for years without end; I could write pages and pages on the smell that exuded from his body like an ancient language speaking to me on levels that I could only lightly grasp. I sit here now, in my cabin I have hid in for decades, away from the world and the absurdity it is now built on. It can be a year before I see any people travel through this part of the Ozarks. That's one reason why I like it so much up here: there's no smog, no roads, cars, or forms of communication. The main reason I like living in this part of the forest is because of the smell, and how the forest develops the senses. After about two months you can start to smell people in the vicinity. The smell was the first hint I received of his presence. The scent, in itself, would drive me mad. My cock would be on the brim of ecstasy, and larger than it ever was before, just from his scent. As I scouted the woods, following this aroma, being led by my raging member, I could barely think straight and at first I didn't even see the tracks he left. I looked closer at the tracks. The stride was long and agile, a man who knew how to hike, and a foot that must have been at least a size 13. This gave my cock new inspiration and I was moving faster with every step and eventually leveled at a light jog. It must have been six or seven when it started raining. I nearly panicked. Fearing the rain would dampen his scent, and I knew the tracks would be gone in fifteen minutes, I started running through the woods, trying desperately to reach him. It rained for nearly three hours. And I was praying to anything that was listening, and thanking whatever god or gods there may be for this man’s intoxicating bouquet of scent, because I could still follow the musky odor for miles. It was just after sunset when the scent started getting stronger. He must have set up for camp! And I raced through the woods with anticipation. At first I only saw the clothing laid across the line, tied up between two trees. I soon saw him. It all came to me at once: The body, the face, shoulders, arms, torso, legs, and his ass. His entire physique was flawless. I could, and did, study that body for years trying to find a singular imperfection. His body could only be described as perfect. His face had a strong, muscular jaw, well-defined cheekbones, a nose not too big nor too small. His lips soft and plush like condensed clouds, eyes that shot through flesh and bone, neatly trimmed hair and not a hint of a receding hairline. His face alone made me feel incandescent. Following the flicker of firelight tracing across his body, I let it slowly leak into my perception. His neck was muscular and sleek. His shoulders were broad and strong; his arms were just muscular enough to do the trick yet not too big. His chest was huge yet proportionate to the rest of his body, the nipples large and oval shaped. A torso ripped with bulging muscles; those dynamic lines making a V, like an arrow, pointing the way to the most unbelievable cock I have ever seen. Unlike the rest of his anatomy, his penis was not proportionate: it was only half-hard and it must have been eight inches easy; it was cut with a perfect mushroom head. A perfect bubble but, athletic thighs, muscular calves; his feet were proportionate to the rest of his body, and a light covering of fur across his entire body. He looked at me, and with a plentiful smile said to me, "It took you long enough," with a strong confident voice. I was still in awe when he started walking towards me. His fragrant scent was all about me. It was all I could smell, and he was all I could think about. He walked to me with a saunter that made my hair stand on end. He came close and embraced me, grabbing my ass and the back of my head. I melted onto him as he pulled my lips towards his and we kissed. Our tongues trying to explore each other’s souls. He released me and we started to remove my wet clothing. Throwing the random cloth wherever it lay, we wandered back towards the fire. Now atop each other, I inhaled his scent as if trying to consume him. He lay atop me and for what must have been hours we just kissed. He soon started to trail his tongue down my heaving chest and across my washboard abs, finally stopping just below my egg-shaped balls. Looking up at me he smiled and then began caressing my balls with his tongue and slowly dragged his way up my scrotum with awesome skill. Reaching the top of my fully erect nine-inch cock, he engulfed my raging penis and it wasn't long until he was swallowing every last drop of my load. Finishing his work, he returned to my waiting mouth and kissed me even more passionately than before. He then looked deep into my adoring eyes and said, "Fuck me!" I smiled at him and kissed him. And there by the firelight I rolled atop him and turned him over. I got up on my knees and pulled his perfect ass up level with my dick. I spread his ass cheeks and laid sight upon the surprisingly tight orifice. I pressed the head of my thick cock against his sphincter and with a little pressure popped into his tight ass, and he made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I slowly began to enter his ass hole and he began to moan. Slowly, inch by inch, I entered him. Soon I felt his ass cheeks against the base of my cock and I started a slow pumping motion. As I began to quicken my pace, he approved with loud moans of ecstasy. Steadily I fucked him, slower, then faster, for hours I pummeled my cock into his ass, right to the hilt, and then pulled out just before releasing my head. While pumping in and out of him, he would moan. Sometimes he would scream and other times he would almost purr. Fucking him was like wrapping myself in warm ecstasy. Plowing into his bowels was like reaping his soul. I wish I could have stayed like that forever. But I eventually came, my muscles spasmed and convulsed while I violently shot load after load of hot juicy cum into the depths of his bowels. Covered in sweat, we collapsed, I atop him still softening inside of him. Neither of us could move from shear exhaustion. We slept well after sunrise and awoke sometime around noon. I now was hard again and still well buried within his ass. As I slowly began to pull out he began to moan. I needed no other confirmation to begin pumping his ass again. As I quickened my pace it was obvious he had woken up, and was moaning loudly. I shot a quick load into his ass and then pulled out. I quickly turned him over and saw a huge cock. It wasn't even fully hard and it must have been eleven inches. I lowered my head and took the head of his cock in my mouth. It was thicker than mine and I had some trouble taking it, but after massaging his head with my tongue for a while my jaw relaxed and I slowly took the monster down my throat. By the time I had buried my nose in his pubic hair he had a strong grip of my head, and slowly began to face fuck me. He soon quickened the pace and the next thing I knew his fantastic body convulsed and he shot a load down my throat that I was completely unprepared for. His load filled my throat and what little room was still left in my mouth, and escaped my lips and poured down my chin in gushes and ran down on to his massive balls. Slowly pulling off of his meat, I savored the smell. It was a hundred times better than the average musk. I greedily licked and sucked the cum off his balls and reveled in the scent of his manliness. "Let’s go down to the river. It's about a half mile west of here." I said. "And after we clean up, we'll see how well that monster of yours fits up my ass." He readily agreed and we were on our way. Down by the river the water was frigid and sadly made his huge cock seem small. In the water we played a little and fingered each other’s ass. We soon got out and we kissed as we lay down on his blanket. He pulled away from me and said very insistently, "Can I fuck you now?" My only reply was the lifting of my legs over his beautiful shoulders. He placed his now fully erect thirteen-inch cock up to my ass hole and eased his massive head into me. Unexpectedly, he plowed his huge tool straight into me. The pain was unbelievable; for a moment I couldn't see. The pain was blinding. I screamed with everything I had in me and he started to pump ruthlessly into me with no stopping or sign of relenting. He was tearing my ass apart. After what seemed like an eternity of pain the most exquisite pleasure began flowering within me and my body became alive with pleasure. For hours, well into the evening he fucked me and I loved it. With cum strewn across my elderly body I can only remember him and the pleasure he could give me. And within all the years I spent with him he never told me his name but he never had to. Twisted Reggie If you liked this story drop me a line twistedreg69@hotmail.com