Logan kicked the faded No Trespassing sign clean off its post with a laugh. He ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Come on dude! Hurry up!”
Behind him, Brayden laughed and jogged ahead into the overgrown path. Tyler on the other hand took his time looking at his surroundings, even though they were in a heavily forested area, it seemed to be extremely quiet, not even bugs flying around the boys head.
"Come on!!!" Logan yelled as Tyler snapped back into the moment.
"I'm coming!" Tyler replied sounding mildly annoyed.
"That's what she said!" Brayden hollered causing the trio to break out into laughter.
Without Warning Logan unzipped his jeans with zero shame, releasing his flaccid yet still staggeringly large cock into the air, aiming straight at the base of a crooked, moss-covered tree.
“Gotta mark my territory,” he smirked, sighing loudly as the stream splashed against the roots.
Brayden burst out laughing. “You’re disgusting, man.”
Tyler gave the tree a nervous glance. “That thing looks older than my grandparents.”
“Yeah,” Logan said, shaking off. “Now it smells like them too.”
The group laughed as they continued on down the path.
"Why are we here again?" Tyler asked as he took a joint from his pocket and flicked his lighter.
"What? Are you scared?" Brayden said mockingly.
"No! I just don't wanna be out in the woods for no reason!" Tyler retorted as he took a long puff off his joint.
"There's this old abandoned place down the path, some kinda-" Logan responded but was cut off as a clearing appeared ahead of them.
"Well whatever this is" Logan added as he surveyed what was in front of him.
The trees opened into a wide, unnatural clearing, too round, too bare. In the center stood a ring of of stones, all similar shapes and sizes, worn down by something to have flat tops.
"What the fuck is this place?" Tyler asked sounding mildly creeped out.
"Hippie Orgy Ring?" Logan laughed as he sat on one of the rocks and unceremoniously scratched his bulging crotch.
"Oh yeah totally, I could bang some hippie bitches on these stones easy" Brayden replied making mock thrusting motions in front of one of the stones.
In that moment a rogue gust of wind came from nowhere and broke the eerie stillness that had surrounded the boys, the gust blew full throttle into Brayden's back sending him falling forward, groin first into the sharp edge of the rock.
""FFU-" Brayden went to curse but the pain rushing through his balls left him speechless as his fragile manhood was pinned against the rock by his toned body.
Tyler and Logan burst into laughter, Logan nearly falling off the rock he was sitting on from laughing too hard.
"It's not funny!" Brayden squealed, eyes watering as he attempted to stand back up, as he finally got his balance he stood with his legs farther apart then before and hunched a little.
"Awww poor Brayden!" Logan chirped at the boy.
"Need me to check em? Kiss em better?" Logan cackled.
Brayden’s cheeks flushed bright red, but he played it cool. “N-no! I’m fine, man. You know how sensitive they are!” He gave a frustrated, yet more laid-back grimace as the pain slowly faded.
"Oooh poor sensitive Brayden" Logan laughed, "but I gotta say banging some hippie girls? that's a pretty picture"
Tyler let out a slow exhale, the joint finally settling him into a relaxed slump against one of the stones. He stretched his legs out wide. “Wasn’t your ex into that nature stuff?”
“Kayla?” Logan raised a brow. “Yeah total hippie. Said she was a witch actually. Always burning sage, talking about the moon and energy and whatever. She was a little out there.”
He paused, his smirk deepening. “But, y’know… she was fun.”
“Nice,” Brayden chuckled, leaning back and folding his arms.
“I still remember those long skirts she wore,” Logan added. “All those weird patterns… and when the wind hit just right-”
Brayden grinned. “No underwear, right?”
Logan nodded. “Yes! She didn’t believe in em.”
As the boys fantasized about Kayla and her bare ass their cocks began to swell in their pants, the thought of fucking the gorgeous girl in this very spot was getting all of them worked up.
“Hey uh... I’m gonna go take a leak,” Brayden muttered, shifting awkwardly as he stood up.
“Riiight,” Logan smirked. “You always pee with a tent in your pants, or is that just today?”
“What?!” Brayden looked down and froze. The raging erection he’d been trying to hide was now blatantly outlined through his jeans.
“Pfft-”
“Gonna go handle some ‘Kayla business’ behind a tree?” Tyler teased, laughing, though the thought had crossed his mind too.
Brayden rolled his eyes but cracked a grin. “Alright, fine. You caught me dude. It’s not my fault, man it’s been like a week since I’ve busted! I’m going fucking crazy over here.”
“No shame, dude,” Logan said, fishing a joint from his pocket and lighting up. “It’s just us out here. Whip it out.”
“Yeah... nah. That’s kinda sus,” Brayden laughed.
“Please,” Logan scoffed. “It’s only sus if we’re helping each other out or some gay shit like that and believe me I'm not touching you with a ten foot pole. Look, if you do it, I’ll do it.”
Brayden hesitated, clearly torn, but the curiosity was there. He’d always wondered just how much of Logan’s bragging was truthful.
“Tyler?” Logan called, raising a brow. “You in? I see you pitching your own little tent over there.”
“Screw it, man, I’m down,” Tyler said, giving himself a quick, shameless adjustment, his own cock straining at the thought of stimulation.
The first one to expose themselves was Logan, shamelessly unzipping and releasing his swelling cock and heavy balls out into the air, His nuts were covered in a thick layer of hair that spread up to his groin and even to his midsection, hanging low from his body they looked like a pair of baseballs in a loose sac. His pink cock protruded from the bush like a giant log, about as thick as a beer can and as long as two of them, it was topped off with an obnoxiously pink mushroom shaped tip barely covered by his foreskin.
"Take a picture it'll last longer" Logan smirked as he grabbed his member mid shaft and began to stroke it at a leisurely pace.
Next was Tyler, his was less impressive than Logan but still impressive in it's own right, maybe two inches shorter than Logan's but just as thick, the boys cock curved to the left and had a paler pink tip, although as it was getting harder and the blood flow increased his head turned a deeper shade of pink, his balls were considerably less hairy than Logan's and tighter to his body, not smaller by much in volume though. He too began to stroke his straining cock, moaning and laying his head back as he did so.
Finally Brayden worked up the courage and slipped his pants off, exposing his cock to the air, sending a shiver down his spine, His cock although thinner than the others was still quite the site, he however was completely hairless.
"You manscape?" Logan laughed.
"Shut up man!" Brayden threw Logan a playful dirty look, "The girls love it"
"I'm sure they do" Tyler said mockingly as the trio all stroked their cocks, Brayden fished into his bag and grabbed his joint, joining the other two in smoking.
After spending a few minutes stroking their respective cocks, Logan was getting a little bored.
Logan exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes drifting upward. “Yo, you see that?” He pointed to a gnarled old tree near the edge of the clearing. “Bet from up there you could see the whole damn forest.”
“What, you wanna spot deer or something?” Tyler chuckled not taking much time away from focusing on his cock.
“Nah,” Logan smirked. “Just figured if there’s any sexy forest nymphs or hot witches watching, maybe they need a better view.”
“Brayden,” Tyler said, nudging him. “You’re the lightest. You go.”
Brayden rolled his eyes. “Y’all just wanna stare at my ass while I climb.”
“Not denying it,” Logan grinned.
With a laugh and half-hearted protest, Brayden stood up, brushed dirt from his legs, and made his way toward the crooked old tree.
“Damn, climbing the tree naked? That’s a choice,” Tyler laughed, eyes fixed on Brayden’s undeniably juicy ass.
“Fuck yeah, I’m not a pussy,” Brayden shouted as he scrambled up the lowest branch, grabbing hold like he’d done this a hundred times.
Within moments, the bare-skinned boy had scaled the old tree, perched near the top with a smug grin and a view of the whole forest, though the path they'd come in on was nowhere in sight.
“Any bitches up there?” Logan hollered. Still focused on his own raging boner.
Brayden cackled and pointed downward. “I only see two bitches down here!”
That’s when the idea hit him.
Grinning, Brayden gripped his stiff shaft and began stroking with renewed purpose.
“Yo!” he called down. “I think it’s starting to rain!”
“Huh?” Tyler blinked up just in time to dodge a falling rope of sticky white cum.
“DUDE! What the fuck?!” he shrieked, stumbling backward as more drops rained from the tree canopy.
Logan wasn’t so lucky. Mid-laugh, a thick rope of Brayden's fresh seed hit him square in the open mouth.
“MOTHERFUCKER! Your fucking dead!” he gagged, spitting and wiping his tongue furiously.
But before he could yell more, karma struck.
Brayden, still chuckling and gripping his cock proudly, lost his footing.
“Fuck!” he screamed as the branch under his foot snapped clean off.
The world turned sideways. He flailed, grabbing at branches, but none held.
And then,
*smack*
He landed balls-first across a thick, lower branch. Time froze.
There was a sickening, wet crunch. A strangled wheeze. Then silence, followed by a pitiful dribble of cum leaking from his still erect cock and hitting the forest floor.
Brayden’s body slumped forward, arms hanging limp. His legs twitched.
“Oh my god…” Tyler murmured, eyes wide.
Logan took a step forward, squinting. Then the reality of what happened hit him.
“Bro… he has no balls anymore!” he burst out, coughing from laughter.
Tyler covered his mouth. “Do you see his face? He looks heartbroken!”
The two boys broke into uncontrollable, wheezy fits of laughter, high out of their minds.
Brayden could only let out a high-pitched, breathless squeak not quite a scream, not quite a sob before slumping off the branch and collapsing face-first into the dirt.
Out cold.
Permanently... lighter.
The air around them was once again still, the only noise in the clearing was that of the boys' obnoxious laughs, little did they know that what they had done could not be undone and soon they would have their own meetings with karma.
to be continued... how will Logan and Tyler fare?
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