The mature man of the forest

The sun had already hidden behind the hills, leaving the sky stained with a dirty orange that faded into the twilight. I had decided to go for a walk on the forgotten path that crossed the forest, a few kilometers from the city. Nobody came here, or so I thought. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, and the silence was only broken by the crunching of leaves under my boots. I was alone, or so I thought, until I saw him.

Leaning against a tree, with a lumberjack shirt halfway unbuttoned and jeans that marked more than necessary, he was there. A mature man, around fifty, with disheveled gray hair, a three-day beard, and eyes that seemed to devour me alive. He wasn't a magazine model, but there was something in his posture, in the way he looked at me, that made me stop dead in my tracks.

"What are you doing here, kid?" he said with a deep voice that gave me goosebumps.

"Just... walking," I replied, trying to sound casual, although my heart was already beating like a drum.

He approached me slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey. He smelled of clean sweat, of a man who had spent the day outdoors. He cornered me against a tree trunk, his large and solid body just centimeters from mine.

"It doesn't seem like you're just walking," he whispered, and before I could respond, his hand was already on my waist, moving down to my crotch without permission.

I didn't resist. I didn't want to. His fingers, rough and strong, unbuttoned my belt with an ease that left me breathless. He pulled down my pants with a jerk, and the fresh air hit my naked skin. I was hard, damn it, and he knew it. He licked his lips, kneeling in front of me, and without saying a word, he put it in my mouth. It was direct, without games, sucking with an intensity that made me moan like never before. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me in place while his tongue wreaked havoc.

"Good boy," he growled between licks, and those words turned me on even more.

I don't know how much time passed, but when he stood up, his eyes had a wild glint. He turned me around without asking, pushing me against the tree. The bark scratched my chest, but I didn't care. I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustle of fabric falling. He spat in his hand, and I felt the moisture sliding between my buttocks.

"Relax, kid," he said, and his voice had a tone that didn't allow for discussion.

He entered slowly at first, but he didn't hold back for long. He was big, more than I expected, and the stretch tore a moan from me that resonated in the forest. He fucked me with force, his hips crashing against me, his hands grasping me as if I were his. The rhythm was brutal, each thrust making me lose control, and the entire forest seemed to vibrate with us.

"Damn, what a delicious ass," he panted, and his words took me to the limit.

I don't know how long it lasted, but when he finished, he did it inside, with a...