fingers were long, strong, and sensuous. Blue veins stood out on his hands and ran up his wrists into the cuffs of his khaki shirt.

“What are you running from, Son? Why did you leave so quickly?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Excuse me, but I’ve got to . . .”

“I don’t think you know what you’ve ‘got to’ do, Son. I think you’re all mixed up about something. Is that right?”

“Maybe,” I said in a weak voice. “But, but . . . please, I’ve got to go.”

“Here, we need to get off this path,” he was saying. He dropped one hand, but he kept a hold on my arm with the other one and pulled me off the side of the path into the trees and to a little glen, where some trees recently fallen. There were fresh tree stumps and big chunks of tree sections scattered around, sunlit in the dappled rays making their way into the glen. I didn’t feel there was any chance of breaking away and running back down the path because the grip of his single hand was overwhelmingly powerful. His grip on me was as much emotional and psychological as physical. There wasn’t anything happening to me here that I didn’t want to happen. I just didn’t know how to go about my role. I was standing on the edge, looking down into the abyss.

When we reached the edge of the sunlit area, he turned me around to face him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt en route and pulled the tail out of his pants. As I had imagined, he had a long, lithe chest with heavily muscled pecs and thick, blue veins running around through patches of curly hair outlining his pecs and meeting to travel down his flat belly and under his belt buckle. He pulled me into his chest, pulling my T-shirt up and off my body in the process. He had one strong arm wrapped around my back and the hand of the other arm palmed out over the small of my back. My nipples were rubbing against his skin below his pecs, and his nipples were rubbing against my upper chest. The sensation was new and very pleasant to me. I was breathing heavily and beginning to tremble again.

“I think that your problem is that your body wants one thing and your mind and emotions haven’t quite caught up with that yet. Am I missing my guess here?”

“I don’t know,” I murmured. “No, maybe not.”

I felt his hand go under my waistband, palm out over my buttocks, and that long, sensuous finger pushing down between my crack again.

“You enjoyed this up at the house, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. And then I gasped, as his finger found my asshole. I involuntarily went up on my toes, raising my ass up to him, and he took advantage of that to enter me with his finger. I gasped again.

“Then I’m right,” he said. “This is what your body is telling you it wants. I want you to bring your hand around and feel my cock through my pants now.”

I did so. His prick was long and hard. I groaned and he kissed me then. And then, without losing his finger hold in my ass, he brought his lips and tongue down my neck and to my nipples, arching my torso back.

“Does my