Whispers in the Woods Pt. 02

Over the next week, Dave and I exchanged messages, our conversations becoming more frequent and intimate. From casually bantering at each other to deeper discussions about life, our dreams, and all that jazz.

He was totally understanding any time I mentioned anything to do with me being trans, in a way that did not seem disingenuous in the least bit. On the next friday evening, as I was finally relaxing at home after my slave labo- I mean, my job, my phone buzzed with a call from Dave.

- Hey, Alex. How about we shake things up a bit this weekend? Ever been hunting? - I chuckled at the proposal but was intrigued by the idea of trying something new, even though I'm not a foresty kind of guy myself, I could give a shot if he was there.

- Hunting, huh? Never tried it, but I'm up for an adventure. When and where?

- Great! I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning at 0430. We're heading to a beautiful spot upstate. Dress warmly.

True to his word, Dave showed up at my doorstep early Saturday morning, dressed in camouflage gear and sporting a confident smile. He smelled like pine and rain. In the good way.

- Ready for an adventure? - Dave asked, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

- Are all adventures this early? - I pretend to yawn.

- Only the really good ones - He smiles.

I know I shouldn't think about this, but his smile was borderline criminal. I smile back, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity coursing through my veins.

As we drove to the hunting spot in his old jeep, the landscape changing from buildings to the forest, Dave looked at me and said:

- Alright, Alex, first things first. Have you ever shot a gun before?

- No, but I used to play with slingshots when I was younger, you remember that, right?

- I remember your aim being quite bad, though - he laughs - You dressed better too. When your parents used to choose your clothing.

- Oh, yeah? - I raise an eyebrow.

- Not my fault you don't know how to dress well, Alex

- Dude. You use cargo pants, for christs sake - I laugh, how dare he teach me something about being fashionable?

- My pants are absolved from judgement because I actually use their pockets. That's a very clear distinction - he smiles.

- Yeah, sure, old man

The jeep rattled along the dirt road, carrying us into the woods and making me feel every bump there was. The sun began to cast its glow over the horizon, not warm enough to make any difference, painting the sky in orange and pink. The air was crisp, and the forest seemed quite tranquil. As we reached a secluded cabin nestled among the trees, Dave parked the jeep.

The cabin, though modest, had its rustic charm. The scent of pine surrounded me, not not only coming from Daves smell, and the quiet hum of nature replaced the distant sounds of the city. I could see myself enjoying that.

- Welcome to our home for the weekend - Dave said as he unlocked the cabin door.

The interior was cozy, with a fireplace, wooden furniture, and a simple kitchen. No phone signal, but I could see some board games on top of a table.

- How do I never came here before? This is so cool! - I sit on his sofa, letting myself be engulfed by its fluffy filling.

- Your dad never liked the idea of you getting close to a actual gun while you were a teen - he takes a rifle out of a big bag on top of the table - I mean, you still are one.

- Hey! I'm 24. No longer on the teens for about four years now - we laugh together.

Both of us spent the next moments unpacking all of our stuff, and as I settled into the cabin, I took a look at the surroundings on the porch. It was beautiful. Heaps of trees were now touched by the sun, making dewdrops sparkle like they were made out of diamonds. The leaves were rustling with the breeze, and the scent of the damp earth and pine was making me nostalgic for something I've... Never lived before.

- Ready to learn how to shoot? - Dave asked, holding out a few old and rusty cans.

I nodded, and we made our way to a small clearing near the cabin, where Dave set up a makeshift shooting range with the cans.

- Alright, Alex, safety first. Always assume a gun is loaded until you check it yourself - Dave demonstrated loading and unloading his rifle, explaining each step with patience.

As the rays of sunlight went through the trees, he told me to lay face down on a towel on the ground, and did the same right beside me. The forest was filled with the chirp of birds ans his body was touching mine while I tried to aim at a can.

- Steady now, remember to relax and breathe - Dave coached, touching my shoulders, sending waves trough my skin. I was everything but relaxed, but decided to shoot either way.

The echo of a gunshot rang through the forest as I pulled the trigger. It surprised no one when I didn't hit the target. Dave told me to try again, but this time, he kept his hands on my shoulders the whole time, making me smell his cologne.

"Remember to breathe and focus", yeah, you try and say that, colonel.

To my surprise, the shot hit the can with a satisfying clang. I couldn't help but smile and look at Dave.

- Not bad, Alex! You've got a bit better since your slingshot days - Dave praised, a proud grin on his face. I let myself get lost in his dark brown eyes for a moment - Now, let's try that again, but a little higher.

We spent the morning and a afternoon honing my shooting skills, the rhythmic sound of gunfire mingling with the rustling leaves. As the day progressed, we finally took a break and sat on the porch, looking up on the green landscape.

- You're a quick learner, Alex - Dave remarked, his gaze lingering on mine.

- You are a great teacher, that's all - his expression was unreadable for a moment as he looked at me. He seemed to be caught in a silent contemplation.

In a moment of pure vulnerability, I just couldn't resist the pull any longer.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Dave's, feeling his beard on my face, a gentle and lingering kiss that spoke of unspoken emotions. The warmth of his embrace made me melt, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. When we parted, the shared moment echoed in the forest like the noise of a gunshot. Dave's eyes bore into mine.

- Alex... - Dave's voice was soft, filled with surprise. The forest seemed to hold its breath too as we sat there, the porch of the cabin offering a sanctuary for us - I... Wasn't expecting this.

Daves gaze was still fixed on me. His words hung in the air.

- I didn't expect it either - I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but be afraid of what he was thinking. The heat of the moment starting to run away from my bones. - I...

We kissed again, this time with Dave initiating it.

We sat there, in the quietude of the woods, never letting go of each other. Dave's hand on my cheek as darkness embraced the woods.

- We should head inside, it's getting a bit cold out here - Dave said, looking deeply into my eyes.

As we moved inside, I sat down in the sofa and he sat by my side. The fireplace was lighting and casting shadows across the room. I turned to face Dave, studying him. There was something about him, and I couldn't help but think about what drew me to him so strongly.

- Alex... - Dave said, looking at me - I should have payed more attention to you, done so much more with you.

- And what you want to do to me, Colonel? - I ask softly, my voice laced with the hint of a challenge, as I placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the texture of his dark green pants.

- I want to get to know you, Alex... All of you - He answered with a deep kiss, now different from the other ones, full of desire.

- I... - My voice was soft, barely above a whisper - I'd like that too.

He trailed his lips down my jaw, nibbling gently on my earlobe, making me shiver with hunger. His fingers sneaked under my shirt, finding my binder. I was always too self aware of my... Transness when I was having sex, but weirdly, I had no problems taking my shirt and my binder out with him. I needed his touch above everything, and I needed it now.

He kept kissing me, and now tracing the soft skin of my stomach. I couldn't help but arch into his touch, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

- You're so beautiful, Alex... - he murmured, his lips finding mine once more - I want to make you feel as beautiful as you truly are.

His hand slid higher, cupping my breast, massaging gently. I moaned into his kiss, unable to resist the sensations his touch was awakening within me.

- Is that okay? - He trailed off, his eyes meeting mine.

- Yes... please - I whimper into his kiss, my body aching for his touch. I feel so alive when he's around, so wanted. I've never felt this way with anyone before.

He looks at me like a lion looks at it's prey, seconds before catching it. He pulls me close to sit on his lap. I can feel his cock hardening underneath his pants while his hands squeeze my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I arch into the sensation. My hips start grinding against him and his lips build a trail down my chest, over my nipple, sucking them hard.

Fuck, he is good.

- Oh, fuck... - I moan loudly, my hips bucking against him in response.

- Show me how much you want this - He looks down for a second, telling me to go down on him with more than his words, his voice thick with lust.

I leave his lap, kneeling between his legs. My mouth almost waters in anticipation as I unbuckle his belt and open his pants, revealing his uncircumcised cock. He wasn't using any underwear. His cock is hard and demanding, leaking pre-cum. I reach out and take him in my hand, stroking slowly, feeling the velvety skin of his shaft beneath my fingertips.

He leans back against the sofa, taking his jacket and shirt off. My hand moves faster and when I feel like just can't take anymore, I take him into my mouth, sucking hard. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I feel so fucking wanted, so desired. I can't help but moan around him, my other hand reaching up to help me stroke his length, feeling him grow even harder in my mouth.

I look up at him, watching his face as I bob my head, taking him deeper into my mouth, wanting to feel every inch of him. His expression is one of pure pleasure, his hips bucking while his hands push me deeper. I can't get enough of the sounds he makes, his feel in my mouth...

- Fuck, Alex... You're so good... - He groans, his cock sliding in and out of me and my body responds with a shuddering moan - Let's get to bed

He gets up, lifting me from the ground like I weighted nothing. He helps me lie down on the bed, his larger body pressing mine into the old mattress. His lips find mine again, hungry for more, and I moan into the kiss, taking what is left of my clothing.

- God, you taste so good... - His hands moving down to my hips, lifting them, spreading my legs wider.

He positions himself between my legs, rubs me for a bit, and a sly smile appears on his face as he licks his fingers. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and with a thrust, he's inside.

I groan, arching into the sensation, feeling so full and hot. He looks at me for a moment, waiting for confirmation to continue. I pull him into a kiss, biting his lips, and he takes that as a yes. He starts to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that feels so good, so right. His hand slides up to cup my breasts, massaging them gently, while the other reaches between us, finding my t-dick and teasing it. I can feel the tension building inside me, the need for release growing with each thrust.

I moan his name, urging him on, needing more. He picks up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, his body pressing against mine in a perfect fit. His mouth finds my neck, sucking gently as he moves. He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, and then he thrusts hard, filling me up, making me gasp. His body moves in a frenzy alongside mine, we both craving more and more, our skin flushed and sweaty.

He leans down, his breath hot on my neck, his teeth biting my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

- You feel so good...so good... - he says before plunging inside me again, claiming my body once more. I arch into him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I moan beneath him.

Time seems to lose all meaning, the world outside our bedroom fades away, leaving only the two of us, connected by our bodies and our need for each other. It feels like coming back home.

I feel the familiar sensation of my orgasm building up and then I cry out his name, arching into the sensation, my body shuddering under his touch. He follows a moment later, groaning loudly as he comes, his thrusts becoming more spaced, more intense.

He collapses on the bed right beside me, both of us panting, his chest moving up and down as he had just finished a marathon. I wrap my arms around him, feeling the hair in his chest with my fingertips. For the first time in a long time I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.