"I'm wet and ready for death."
-Joel Johansson
Damn, I'm spooked. I and Joel decided to stop being fat fucks and go outside to see what is there. Anywho, I haven't walked in a Swedish forest before, but I do remember the time that I have got lost in a forest somewhere in Staten Island somewhere. Hm.
Joel urged me to go because of something, meh.. Don't remember. As we walked he stopped by this nearby tree and looks at me in a weird fashion. He looks around and grins. "Enjoying the view?" He asks. "Uh, sure," I replied. "No worries," he assured. "I know my place." "Why do you say that?" I looked at him dumbfounded.
"It's because I'm Swedish."
"Vinny," he said. "Could you, bend over and reach me that blue water bottle for me?" I bended over and reached the strange blue bottle and handed it to him then he asked me if he could reach his phone.
As I fumble in his stuff I could feel my pants magically slipping off my waist. Then, I felt something dripping on my asshole. As I slightly flinched I didn't really paid attention. Could be the water. Soon after, I felt a small pain. I looked behind to see Joel, penetrating me with a rumbly purple schlong from the behind. "Keep looking," he assured me. I looked at him angry and tried to stand up. He placed his hand on my back and I couldn't get up. "What are you doing?!" I yelled. "Don't move, or it'll get worse." As I looked down watching my spots violated by this Swedish fucker I felt pleasure. The rumble made my cock immediately hard. Even though I don't want it I had to. It was so fucking good. "Augggh.." I groaned. "Oh.." Joel smiled at my reactions and walked around me to the tree to reach for even more toys to sodomize me. As be was occupied I quickly got up, pulled his pants down, added the blue water thing and penetrated his ass with a grin. He turned around and looked at me terrified. "What's wrong, Joel?" I teased him. "Feeling uncomfortable?" I thrusted hard inside of him and he started to murmur and whine like a moose. I decided to give him a couple pounds and came all over his face after. Then, we walked home, me smiling gratuitously and him, frowning, covered in Italian Bambinos. That was a nice walk.
