It was Saturday morning, and I left the house for the sole purpose of having an wank outdoors. The spot I had in mind was a small woodland, a short walk outside of the village, set back away from a public footpath. The woodland was in the middle of nowhere, and there was no reason for anyone to go there, unless, of course, you were me and were looking to walk around naked in the woods, stroking your cock as a prelude to shooting your load for your own masturbatory pleasure.

On reaching the woods, I looked back to see if anyone was following me. There were no farm workers or dog walkers that might accidentally stumble along uninvited, so I made my way into the woods and walked until I found a gap in the trees where the sun rippled through. It was a perfect place to strut my stuff, and I set about getting undressed. The process was slightly awkward, as having done this many times before, I like to keep my trainers on to make it easier to walk around. With my clothes in a pile to one side, and me naked but for my socks and trainers, I was soon good to go. I was very turned on and sporting a full erection.

I was thrilled to be naked out in the open, but I was nevertheless full of nervous excitement at the thought of being caught, but only the thought of it. It wasn't going to happen, of course, so without further thought, I set about brazenly walking around, stroking my erection to my imaginary audience. I wanted to show them my cock and what a wanker I was, and have them look at me wanking my hard cock out in the open. I was parading my cock to the world, and I was soon dribbling pre-cum. Periodically, I would stop and squeeze out pre-cum onto my fingers to enjoy the taste, and then start wanking again. I was lost in my own masturbatory world when suddenly a voice shattered the illusion I was alone, and that world came crashing down around me.

"Well, hello there... so what have we got here then?"

I quickly turned to see a man standing in plain sight about ten yards away, taking in what must have been the strange view of me naked in just my socks and trainers and wanking my cock. Shit, fuck, fuck... I did what I could to cover my cock with my hands, but quite frankly, it was pathetic. There was no hiding what I had been doing. What was I thinking? I'm stark bollock naked, with an erection, of course I was wanking, and I've been caught red-handed doing exactly that.

"Errrr, sorry, sorry, I'm sorry", continuing to do my best to cover myself up to no avail, of course.

I was, however, somewhat surprised at his response.

"No, I don't suppose you were expecting anyone to see you like this. So, hands on head, please."

What?!! My brain was scrambled, and I didn't know what to say or do. Should I run? Oh god, I have shoes on but no clothes. If I did get away, where would I go? And living with my parents, what would they say if I could actually get back to the house undetected? What would I say if my parents caught me coming in the back door without any clothes on? I looked again at my clothes, but they were much closer to the stranger than to me.

"Oh no no no! Don't even think about it. You aren't getting these back just yet," he said, looking to my clothes and then back at me. He then repeated his instruction.

"I do believe I asked you to put your hands on your head."

The guy was smiling, but his words seemed a little menacing, and I was now a little nervous. It slowly dawned on me that I was trapped, and with no real choice in the matter, I felt resigned to do as he had asked. I slowly uncovered my cock and tentatively raised my hands and placed them on my head. I bowed my head in shame, and I could see my cock, which seconds ago had been rock hard and was now wilting, dribbling pre-cum.

"There, that's better. Now, can you tell me exactly what you were doing just now?"

Well, it was obvious, wasn't it, but I realised that any cheek from me might not go down well at all.

"Come on, spit it out, boy. What did I catch you doing?"

Oh god, the shame. I paused but eventually managed.

"I was wanking."

"You were wanking, that's right. So you are a wanker then, yes?"

"Yes", I said sheepishly.

"Yes, say it. What are you?"

"I am a wanker."

Oh god, the shame, I knew I was, but to admit it to someone out loud was something else. God, the shame, I felt awful.

"Yes, you are, young man. You are indeed a wanker. Oh, and look, it seems your cock is not quite as excited as it was a minute or so ago, is it?"

I said nothing. I was sure my face was crimson. I had been caught naked wanking in some woods. Oh god, what if he tells someone? My brain was racing. What if my friends found out, or even my parents?!! I was mortified, the shame and humiliation ripping through me.

"I said, your cock is not quite as excited as it was a moment or so ago, is it?"

Oh god, he had seen it hard. I wondered if he had only seen my rear when he caught me, but obviously not.

"No... no, it's not", I managed to mumble.

"Well, I think we need, or rather, you need, to do something about that then."

"What?!!"

"Wank your cock and get it hard again for me."

"You want to watch me wank?!!"

"Yes, you were brazenly wanking it a moment ago."

The last thing I wanted to do was jerk off in front of a stranger. I'd never jerked off in front of anyone before, least of all another man and indeed a stranger. This wasn't right. He must be gay. I won't do it. But then he is holding all the cards; he's dressed, and I am completely naked standing in front of him. Not to mention, he has just caught me wanking. Obviously, given the circumstances, I wasn't really thinking straight. I thought about making a break for it again. I wasn't gay, but this could go horribly wrong. I stupidly thought for a second I could tackle him, grab my clothes and make a break for it, but he interrupted my train of jumbled thoughts.

"Get it hard again, and you can show Brian what you were showing me just now."

Thrown by the mention of "Brian", I couldn't help but ask...

"Whose Brian?"

But then he nodded his head and indicated behind me, and I turned to see Brian taking in the view of me standing naked in just my socks and trainers with my hands still on my head.

"Say hi to Brian."

"Hi Brian ", I mumbled. There was no way out for me now, not with two of them.

"What is this all about, then, Dave?"

"Oh, I have just caught this young man wanking, and he wants to show you what a wanker he is. What's your name, boy?"

"John", I said timidly. And no, I didn't want to show Brian what a wanker I am.

"Arrhhh, we have a Johnny. Right, Johnny, off you go then. Stroke that cock of yours like you did for me and show Brian what a wanker you are."

"Oh, this should be good", said Brian.

The thought of wanking in front of one stranger was traumatising enough, let alone two of them. It was the last thing I wanted to be doing, and yet, what the fuck, my cock was actually starting to get hard again. My hands were still glued to my head, my cock was in plain view, and I could feel my cock getting fatter. Oh, please don't, but it wasn't stopping, and I was sure they could see it happening too. I was mortified.

Brian walked past me to join Dave, and I turned with him. They were now standing side by side. I was 4 or 5 yards in front of them, naked but for my shoes and socks, hands on my head and my cock on display, which was quickly heading towards a full erection.

"Wow, this is getting good already, looks like Johnny here is getting hard even thinking about wanking for us, aren't you, boy? Go on then, what are you waiting for, grab your cock and start wanking for us. Show us what a wanker you are and wank that cock for us."

With seemingly no choice in the matter and my cock betraying my arousal and now at full mast, I tentatively took my cock in my hand and started wanking. What on earth was happening? One minute, I am happily wanking naked in the woods alone, and the next minute, I am still wanking naked in the woods, except I now have a real audience of two strangers standing right in front of me, watching me. Oh god, I am suddenly so turned on, I shouldn't be doing this, but that was half the turn on. Never in my life did I think I would be standing naked in front of two guys wanking my cock for them, but I was now.

"That's great, Johnny. Keep that up. What a wanker you are, you're doing a great job. Now spread your feet wide, and bend your knees slightly and really go for it and wank your cock for us. Show us your hard cock."

My cock was rock hard, and I couldn't believe how excited I was. And I did exactly as they told me.

"Oh yes, Johnny. Good boy, good boy. Wank that cock. Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out, and try to lick your cock."

And I did. I bloody did. I did exactly that. I was hunched over my cock, my mouth open, stretching my neck, sticking out my tongue, trying to lick my cock, furiously wanking. I must have looked absolutely ridiculous; there was no way I could reach my cock with my tongue, but I didn't care. I was so turned on and wanted to do what they were telling me to do.

"Ohhh, Johnny, what a wanker you are. You like wanking don't you, Johnny?"

"Yes... Yes...", I blurted out. "Yes, I do."

"We can see that. We can certainly see that. And presumably you like sucking cock too?"

"What ?!! Errr... No. Actually, I've errr... I've never done it!"

My wanking immediately slowed. I was a little in shock. Oh god, where was this going?

"No, Johnny, No. Keep wanking your cock. Don't stop now, you're a wanker remember."

Of course, of course, I'm a wanker, first and foremost, I'm a wanker and must keep wanking. Why was I so fucking turned on?

Thoughts rushed through my head. Sucking cock?!! Oh god, I've never had a positive gay sex thought in my head ever, and the thought of two guys having sex was generally met with disgust. I loved girls. I craved pussy. But now, stark naked in front of two guys while they stood and watched me wanking, well, maybe..., perhaps...? Oh god, far from being disgusted at the thought of sucking a cock, I was now actually getting turned on thinking about it. For fuck's sake, what's happening to me?!! I was so damned horny and so turned on. Please god help me.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there, Johnny? So how about you suck Brian's cock and show us not only that you are a wanker but that you are a cocksucker too? Show him your cock, Brian, and let's watch Johnny suck it for you."

Oh god, what am I doing? What's happening? Don't be stupid, you know what's happening, you know what's about to happen? And don't kid yourself either. Far from being revolted at the thought, you are about to suck a cock, and you are rock hard wanking your cock thinking about it. Admit it, you actually want to suck a cock. You want to be a cocksucker, don't you? I did, I bloody did. Oh god, what am I like?

I looked to Brian and then specifically to his crotch. Brian started pulling his cock out from his trousers, and my eyes were glued to his crotch. I wanted to see his cock, and I was mesmerised as it came into view. My jaw dropped. It was semi-hard and bigger than my cock when it was fully erect, and what did I do? Well, I continued to wank my cock, didn't I? Of course I did. I continued to rigorously wank my rock-hard cock. And why are you wanking your cock so rigorously? Because there's a big fat cock in front of you, that's why, and you want to suck it, that's why. Fuck I wanted to suck Brian's cock.

"Oh, look at you, Johnny. Look at you wanking and eyeing up Brian's cock. You like Brian's cock, don't you, Johnny?"

I was transfixed. His cock was a great big cock, a magnificent cock, and now a proudly erect cock, and it needed to be sucked.

"Yes... Yes... Yes, I do."

"So Johnny, would you like to suck Brian's cock?"

I responded immediately, not quite believing I was saying it out loud.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please."

I said it far too keenly for a straight guy. What am I doing?

"Then tell us, Johnny, tell us how much you want to be a cocksucker and how much you want to suck Brian's cock."

They were both enjoying this, humiliating me for their own amusement. But I could hardly complain. My cock was the hardest it had ever been, and I was obviously enjoying myself, and could hardly deny it.

"Keep wanking that cock of yours, Johnny and tell us what we want to hear."

There was no need for him to repeat himself. I was on it. I stood there wanking my cock and said it out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes... I want to be a cocksucker, and I want to suck Brian's cock."

Oh my god, I had said it. I had said it out loud. They had heard me say it. I had admitted to them that I wanted to be a cocksucker and that I wanted to suck Brian's big fat cock. For fuck's sake how low can I go? Just how turned on are you?

"Good boy Johnny, good boy Johnny, and you can. Oh, you can. Say it once more for us, and then you can suck Brian's cock as your reward."

Oh no, Dave was now holding up his phone and recording me, and I immediately dived for cover, the last thing I wanted was to be caught on film. Well, I would have dived for cover if I weren't such a fucking wanker. No, of course I didn't dive for cover!! No, I looked at them both and furiously wanked my cock for the camera. Then I said it out loud again.

"I want to be a cocksucker, and I want to suck Brian's cock. I want to be a cocksucker, and I want to suck Brian's cock."

"Good boy Johnny... good boy... Now do it. Get on your knees and suck his cock like the dirty cocksucker you want to be. Do you hear me, Johnny? Be that cocksucker. Do it, Johnny, suck Brian's cock."

No sooner I heard the words than I rushed over, got down on my knees, and looked briefly into Brian's eyes for final approval to proceed. He smiled and nodded, and I grabbed his huge cock and engulfed as much of it into my mouth before I could change my mind. I did it. I now have a guy's hard cock in my mouth, and I am sucking it. I am a cocksucker. Oh my god, what if my friends and parents could see me now, actually sucking a cock. Oh god, the shame, the humiliation.

"Oh yes, boy. Well done, Johnny, well done. Suck that cock, Johnny, suck it good."

Now impaled on Brian's cock, I was loving it. It felt so soft and warm in my mouth. I licked the head with my tongue and savoured the taste. I licked up and down the shaft several times and then took it back into my mouth. I was in heaven. I was worshipping Brian's cock. I really was a cocksucker.

"How's he doing, Brian?"

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You are one helluva cocksucker, Johnny, you learn very quickly, well done."

"Ahhhnnnkkkk uuuoo," I tried to say.

I was so engrossed in sucking Brian's cock that I wasn't aware that Dave had moved behind me. I was now cupping Brian's balls in my left hand and wanking my cock with my right, as Brian held my head and fucked my mouth as I slurped on his cock. I could feel my cock dribbling with so much pre-cum. And then I felt a jolt as what turned out to be Dave's finger touched my arsehole. Brian was gripping my head and, in doing so, had pulled me slightly forward onto his cock. I was now almost squatting on all fours, hence my starfish was on full display, and Dave's finger had found it.

"Do you like my finger on your arsehole, Johnny? Shall I finger your arsehole, Johnny? Would you like that? A finger in your arse?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck... someone is touching me there. It was so intrusive, so private, and I could feel it invading me. But instead of feeling nasty, it felt awesome. Oh god, it's in, he's put the tip of his finger in my arse and is pushing it in further. Oh no, he's taking it out again... oh no, he isn't, it's going back in again... oh yes, yes... oh no, it's going back out again... oh god, he's fucking me with his finger. He's fucking my asshole with his finger, and all I could do was groan my appreciation.

"There, how's that Johnny? Do you like my finger in your arse? Do you, Johnny, do you?"

Oh god, I'm a pig. I didn't want to be liking it, but I couldn't help myself. And instead of trying to squeeze it out of my arse, I was pushing back on it. I was pushing back on one finger, oh nope, make that two fingers now..., oh god, no, my mistake, make that three fingers. A third finger had been added to the party. He was fucking my arse with his fingers and sending me through the roof. And then I heard the words.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Johnny? Do you want me to fuck that ass of yours? Do you want me to stick my big fat cock up your tight arse? What do you think, Brian, do you think Johnny wants me to fuck his arsehole?"

"Oh, I'm sure he does, Dave, he's loving the thought of it, aren't you, Johnny?"

The guys were loving it, teasing me, and all it did was spur me on.

I thought I would be lost for words, but no, I took Brian's cock out of my mouth and told them what I wanted.

"Yes, please. Yes, please. Please fuck my asshole."

"Good boy, Johnny. Good boy, and fuck it, I shall."

I was completely carried away with what was going on. I braced myself for what Dave was about to do and took a glance at his cock. Oh god, he wasn't kidding, it was like Brian's, it was a big fat cock, and it was about to be buried up my arse. Slightly nervous, I decided to distract myself and swallowed Brian's cock again; this was it. I was about to be fucked up the arse, but shamefully, it was what I wanted, and I had even asked for it. I was wallowing again in thoughts of my parents and friends finding out when I felt the tip of Dave's cock on my ring. Oh god here goes!!

Dave started pushing his cock gently into my arse, and urged me to push back slowly. I presume he had used saliva and maybe pre-cum to lubricate his cock and my ring. Slowly, the head of his cock eased into me and then, inch by inch, he eased further inside me. At one point and a few agonising moments, I nearly changed my mind, until finally he was all the way inside me, up to the hilt. I was full. I had a big fat cock in my mouth and another big fat cock right up my arse. What the actual fuck?!!

Dave proceeded to fuck me, and slowly gathered up speed, and very soon I was, in no uncertain terms, being well and truly fucked. I could feel his cock pistoning my arse, all the way out and then all the way back inside me, and I kept squeezing my ring to show him how much I was loving it. What am I like? God, I loved his cock in my arse, and I loved Brian's cock in my mouth. For fuck's sake, I was being spit-roasted.

Several minutes passed as my mouth and arse were assaulted, accompanied by the verbal commentary from Dave and Brian, while I could only grunt my thanks and appreciation.

"He fucking loves it. Don't you, Johnny? You love a cock in your mouth and a cock in your arse."

"You're a cocksucker and an ass slut, aren't you, Johnny? You love it."

"I'm going to cum in your arse. I'm going to shoot my load right up inside you, and Brian's going to unload into your mouth and down your throat. You'd better swallow it, boy. No excuses. You are going to swallow Brian's cum, aren't you, boy?"

I groaned, my answer, yes. Oh god, why do I want to do that? Because I'm now a cocksucker, that's why.

"And I'm going to shoot my load up your arse. Ok, boy?"

That was a yes as well, of course. God, I'd love his cum shooting up my ass because I'm a dirty fucker.

"Good boy, good boy, Johnny. Your parents would be so proud of you if they could see you now."

And the barrage of verbal teasing and abuse continued as they continued to fuck me from both ends.

"You like a cock up your ass, don't you, Johnny? You fucking cocksucking ass slut."

Until eventually, and with no announcement, Brian just erupted in my mouth. Holding onto my head fucking my mouth, he shot his load down my throat. I had no option but to swallow. Meanwhile, with Brian cumming in my mouth and Dave fucking my asshole, it was all too much for me. As I am swallowing Brian's cum, with my hands occupied with Brian's balls in my hands, my cock erupts, and I am cumming too, shooting my load into the air, and all the while Dave is pounding my arse with his big fat cock. A minute or two later, Dave empties his load into my arse, and then I collapse onto the woodland floor exhausted.

"See you around, Johnny," they said in unison as they put their cocks away and walked off, while I was left wondering how I could get caught wanking again. That was amazing.