It was a bright, sunny day. Probably about 100 degrees, maybe more. 19 year old Harry Gordon waded through the tall weeds in the dense forest. The smell of nature filled his nostrils, and sweat formed all over his muscular body, which was under a pair of denim jeans and a thin T-shirt. He wiped his forehead with his hand, and swept the short strands of brown hair sticking to his head. He was supposed to be meeting a friend deep in the forest, just down part of a cliff and a closed-in area where they could jerk each other off. Harry smiled as the thought came to his head. He'd only been that far with anyone, and was still a virgin despite over a year of trying. He wasn't necessarily scared of losing his virginity, he was just useless at hitting on other guys. However; just a few weeks before, Harry found out his friend was gay. After a few steamy make out sessions in the forest, they started to go below the belt.
Harry felt more sweat building up, and his shirt started sticking to his skin, as well as various vegetation to latch onto him. The forest was extremely large, and it was easy to get lost, which was exactly what happened to him. He began to panic slightly, everything started to look the same. Harry took out his phone, and dialled his friend's number. As he put the phone to his ear, he slipped on a loose branch and fell down a steep hill. He hit the ground violently, his phone fell out of his hand and smashed onto the ground. Harry groaned in pain as he pushed himself off the ground. Dirt covered his face, arms and clothing, and a few cuts and grazes covered his body. He looked around him, everything still looked the same, except he could hear shuffling and a voice. It sounded like his friend! Harry followed the voice, quietly in order to scare him. The voice was getting louder, and Harry was becoming more hopeful. He turned the corner and found the voice. It wasn't his friend. It was (what definitely appeared to be) a homeless person. Greasy hair under a woolly cap and an old, dirty face staring into a magazine. A black, tattered coat over a hoodie, which covered a grey vest and dirty, navy tracksuit bottoms. Harry suddenly noticed the trousers were pulled down to his knees, and a gloved hand was wrapped around his hard cock, being 9 inches long and 6.5 inches girth. The magazine he was holding had a picture on the front of a naked woman, and the homeless man was jerking himself off aggressively. Harry's brown eyes widened in shock, and widened even further when the homeless man's eyes met his.
"What the fuck you doin' here?!?" The homeless man growled. Then looked down at his filthy dick. "You like watching cock, eh?"
The homeless man smirked, and threw down his magazine. He shook off his coat and hoodie, then pulled out a rusty knife from his pocket.
"I- I don't want any trouble..." Harry stammered, and raised his hands.
