Early Timber Rising
Arthur, a 26-year-old trans guy, is spending his spring break at his dad's place upstate. He's recently come to the decision to enjoy the peaceful solitude of the woods for the remaining weeks of his break, despite missing his college friends.
He's been feeling lonely and horny lately, and despite his attempts to find satisfaction through masturbation, the absence of his vibrator has made the experience difficult. His vibrator is a simple, reliable tool that doesn't ask complicated questions or burden him with concerns about dysphoria during erotic encounters.
While taking a leisurely walk through the woods early one morning, Arthur's attention was drawn to a large dead tree with a smooth, phallic-shaped branch that enticed him. Possessed by an urge to experience something new, he finally arrived in front of this peculiar tree with arousal building within him.
The satisfying sensation of relief was beginning to take over his body when he suddenly remembered that he was missing an important piece of his bedroom routine – his vibrator.
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In a previous period of his life, Arthur would've called his clitoris his "cock" or "prick." He is aware that some might find this language upsetting due to the use of the word "cunt," but it was these terms that felt most natural and sensual to him.
Additionally, others may find it offensive that Arthur had briefly mentioned some questionable, personally invasive questions that used to be asked before sex in his experience.
He began to worry that without his vibrator, he would find it challenging to explain the terms used to describe his parts or even question whether his sexual encounters were still "gay." The complexities of being trans, and especially in the heat of an intimate moment, often led to questions that could be tiring and overwhelming to answer.
His vibrator never asked any questions, though; it didn't need to. It was reliable, simple, and respectful, never disturbing Arthur's desires or causing unnecessary distress.
One day, when trapped in this unfulfilling sexual frustration, he fantasized about using this dead tree's phallic-shaped branch as an experimental replacement. The idea of tricking his brain into thinking the hard, smooth wood was his real penis brought him great pleasure, despite the inconvenience of having to walk into the woods to make it work. Arthur's arousal blossomed even more as reality replaced fantasy, and he knelt down before the tree.
Still, the absence of his vibrator created challenges. The difficulty in using just his hands to reach orgasm had been frustrating lately. He longed for the intense pleasure the vibrator could bring, as his hands were just too easily tired.
He walked a distance back to his house and picked up his dad's truck, determined to use it to drive to a shop and restore his beloved aid.
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Although Arthur's dad was very loving, expressing his tenderness by bringing donuts for his son, he also didn't quite understand the challenges of his sexuality. He assumed that his presence was enough for Arthur and missed him. Old friendships and coffee were not enough to quench the thirst he felt within.
Arthur was initially concerned that his sudden busyness with the truck might make it seem like he had something to hide from his father, that he was doing something embarrassing or unnatural. But the alternative was never bringing him true gratification, so the risk became well worth the reward.
And so Arthur took the trek toward town, longing for a replacement of his absent friend. Realizing the horniness that drove him to this quest was only going to get worse, he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He wanted the vibrator that could take him where his hands couldn't.
The sound of his dad's vehicle returning sent a chill down his spine. This body had been left alone for too long. He could feel the familiar pulse of sexual self-pleasuring – but with a twist. Until he found that new vibrator, he had another option in mind. And the dead tree would always be there, ready to satisfy him.
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He was standing close to it and suddenly realized that its height was perfect for him.
I can't believe it! I'm actually getting hot for a fucking tree! Is my desperation making me this horny?
He examined his surroundings carefully, making sure he was alone, with only trees, birds, and insects to keep him company.
Arthur slipped his hand into his jeans and found the edge of his underwear. He gently caressed his swelling cock with the base of his palm, feeling the drops of pre-cum seeping out. He felt this intense urge to touch himself and thought, "What the hell! Why not?"
He took off his pants, leaving them around his knees, and reached into his backpack for the hand wipes. He wiped the tree branch thoroughly from end to end, feeling an odd sense of intimacy. He even unfurled a condom from a pocket, surprised at how well it fit the branch.
Arthur had been without sexual contact for weeks, and now he couldn't deny the intense pleasure coursing through his body with every gentle stroke. He placed his condom-wrapped tree penis in reach, sliding it into his underwear before adjusting his position. Feeling bareweight under his shorts, he could sense the tree's firmness poking against his genitals. It felt amazing.
He giggled nervously, then focused on feeling every inch of the tree's thick branch sliding along his groin. His pulse quickened, his cock grew further stiff, and the moisture between his legs increased even more.
He knew someone's presence could ruin it all, so he quickly pulled off his briefs. He then found one last condom, sealed in a foil wrapper, and ran his fingers over it, wondering how divine his moment was about to become.
Before he could fully enjoy the experience, common sense came rushing back. "I can't believe I'm about to fuck a tree."
He positioned himself, swiveled around to face away from the tree, and then hunkered down, feeling the thick, condomed tree branch poke against his soft skin. As he adjusted, it felt more and more real, and his nerve sure fired off fiercely.
Determined to use the tree branch as a bastion of pleasure, he steadily lowered himself onto it, his anus expanding as he did so. He sighed in relief at how full he felt. He had indeed managed to stick his buttocks against the wooden body of the tree.
With a little tremble, he finally found the right position to penetrate himself. Finally, he adjusted himself forward onto his knees to position himself even closer to the tree.
With a parting gasp, he slowly lowered himself onto the tree's hardness, letting out a growl of pleasure as he felt his anus fully wrapped around him. His excitement was quite high, sending a jolt of desire through him that drove him to begin thrusting against the tree's wood.
This wood felt so substantial, as if nothing would move him or make him cease his affection for this irresistible object.
He frantically grabbed his pillion to assist him in mounting the tree. His fingers tingled, and he continued thrusting against the tree, creating a noticeable smacking sound.
Feeling the knobs of the tree moving against his private part filled him with incredible pleasure, and he groaned aloud. He grasped his cock and masturbated more frantically, the slapping sound of his penis hitting the tree branch intensifying as he moved back and forth, penetrating himself harder.
Arthur's hand grew weary, so he fondled his protruding cock to bring about accelerated relief. He mumbled to himself, gasping as the jolts of pure bliss started to register in his brain.
The steady tempo of his thrusts turned into a frenzy of frantic rhythm, making him soften into the tree for support. He twisted and pulled his hips, moaning ecstatically - a spirited exclamation of pleasure.
His fingers massaged his cock as he glanced down between his legs. Witnessing the massive branch moving in and out of his anus, his breath caught in his throat and his fingertips clawed at the nape of his neck, the wetness down there refusing to hide from his eyes.
In desperation, Arthur reached down and began to rub himself, externally and internally, in a back and forth motion. This stimulation sent slivers of trepidation down his spine.
He could barely control the tremors in his body as the climax approached. He gasped, bucked his hips, and moaned in ecstasy from the pure pleasure consuming him. After coming, he slowly rose and staggered away.
He looked back at this epic bonking machine, dazed and aroused, his body still throbbing in anticipation of another thrilling session with his tree lover.
The sensation of his fingers sliding across his penis was causing electricity to travel down to his toes, while tears welled up in his eyes. Arthur felt like he was on the verge, so close, but he struggled to hold out longer. His hips pushed backward against the tree as hard and quickly as possible, yet the pressure steadily building inside of him felt excruciatingly slow.
Arthur's fluids were sliding down his legs now. He brushed some of the wetness onto his finger and traced it onto his engorged penis. Grunting under the newly lubricated abrasion, he rubbed more vigorously and rapidly, causing him to see stars.
Fuck - ooo! Oooh, inhale... oh!!
Desperately, Arthur moaned as his fingers kept working his dick, his hips coming to a halt as his legs started to tremble. Hot pulses emanated from his stomach and spread to all his limbs, making him limp. Still, he continued rubbing himself forcefully and quickly, trying to extract every last drop of satisfaction from this orgasm.
His body was grasping the tree branch tightly, making it painful to shift. But in one final act of defiance, Arthur threw himself backward - filling his anus entirely, his buttocks pressed against the bark. Tears streamed down his face as he vomited the expletive.
Arthur remained fixed on the tree with his pants around his ankles for what felt like centuries. As the shakes ebbed and his muscles loosened, he wiped the sweat from his face and felt his heart rate slow beneath his binder.
Oh, my God.
Taking a deep breath, Arthur gently pushed himself away from the tree. His sphincter craved to grip every inch, and it required considerable self-restraint not to start over.
Arthur climbed to the tree's top, and popped out the branch wetly.
He took the condom off and gave the tree a small, appreciative tap.
He couldn't believe how much strain had just been drained from him -
he was already feeling so much lighter, more composed.
Arthur used a wipe to clear the semen off his legs and hands, steering clear of his delicate areas. He pulled up his briefs and jeans, fastened them, and set off on the leisurely hike back to the house.
The birds were chirping, and he could already smell the donuts.
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