John was my boyfriend for nearly five years. In that time we only both went to stay with my family once. We were both twenty-two; my old childhood room still only had a single bed. When I was about sixteen I broke the door in a fit of teenage anger. It didn't close and we had no real privacy. To make things worse, the house wasn't huge, the walls were thin and my parents were always at home. There was never a moment alone.
It was the middle of summer and, at night, we would cram into my old single bed in nothing but our boxers. Our bodies would wrap together and we would press firmly against each other all night. Sometimes our hands would find the other's hard cock and play with it. But with no release. After three days of this, it was more than I could take! I had to think of something. I remembered that half an hour walk from my house, there were some woods over the railway. I had gone drinking there as a teenager a few times. We never saw anybody else. I texted John with the proposal. He immediately said yes.
I told my parents we were going to visit a friend of mine, rushed out the door and set off on our journey. Whenever there were no people around we would tease each other. We would say what we were going to do once we reached the woods and I would feel John's arse or cock through his jeans. If there was someone nearby, and they were cute, we'd talk about what we would both to do to them, if they'd let us. As we moved away from civilisation John would stop me and press his lips against mine. Then he would run his hands under my shirt and into my jeans.
I had never been so horny. It was like an all-consuming heat, deep inside the most primal part of my brain. The hot, summer sun compounded the feeling. It made me so aware of my body; how heavy my clothes were and how much I wanted to take them off and feel a breeze on my naked skin. I was so hard and I could feel that the head of my cock was wet with precum.
We finally got to the woods. I consumed with anticipation as John laid me down on the soft ground under the shade of a tree. The moss-covered roots made a good pillow. He lay down beside me, pressed his soft lips against mine and I pulled his body close to mine. John got up with a cheeky smile and started to strip for me. He jokingly threw each item of clothing at me as it came off. I laughed and pulled his boxers off my face to see him standing there, naked in the middle of the woods. His mid-length, mouse-brown hair caught the summer breeze. My eyes travelled down his smooth chest, past the snail trail of body hair, to his trimmed pubes. His uncut dick was hard; it looked delicious.
