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You thought your roommates were full of shit when they talked about going Disk Golfing. You continued to think that they were going to rent a game like wii sports resort and call the golfing game 'disk golf' or perhaps go to a mini golf place. You were expecting them to do the twist and give you a shit-eating grin while you rolled your eyes.
You wish you'd told them that you've always been terrible at Frisbee. Yet here you are at the park at the edge of town, shittily throwing disks across the 'fairway' and getting chastised every time you break some strange rule. Needless to say, everyone else is winning today. You didn't care you just hated that they decided to go golfing in the fall, leaving you to wear an oversized red hoodie to keep you warm. You all slowly, you were the reason why slowly was the word of choice, worked your way through the holes going deeper into the park guided by the strange metal nets that at first glance looked more like medieval braziers than anything else.
"Come on you just gotta work on your wrist." One of them says trying once again to show you how to throw the Frisbee properly. Instead, you throw it hitting it against a tree causing it to spiral off into the woods. "God your awful at this."
"Thanks really does wonder to my esteem." You say sarcastically before trudging off into the woods. "Stay there!" You call back,. "I don't want to be lost and have to have park rangers find me! I'll be back before you know it!"
You were immediately lost after the first set of trees. Your brain is too busy calculating where the disk could've gone to mentally note any unique formations that you could use as a place marker. Instead, you are wandering in the woods, it felt like you entered into a Tom Thomson painting. Everything vibrated with an energy that lets you know you did not belong there. Everything was alive and functioning well and you are an unwanted intruder. The aspens shot out of the earth like the remains of a lightning bolt that struck the earth, creating a flurry of gestural strokes creating a delicious ensemble that begged you to go further in, past at least one more tree. Birds fluttered about busy gathering loose twigs and leaves hidden amongst the saturated yellows and burning oranges of the canopy. They did not care for your trudging, you were an unwanted visitor only getting glimpses of chickadees and bluebirds. The ground you trod on must be filled with thousands of bugs min sync to an unheard rhythm working painstakingly to keep the grounds in the opulent condition that made it nearly impossible to trudge through the thicket much less find the Neon blue disk.
You make it into a clearing and freeze, there's someone else here. He's really tall and has a gangliness like he made the trees his limbs. He somehow belonged here and yet his presence opposed every single minutia of the composition. He's dressed like a knockoff chef, with a black shirt and white tank top as well as the little chef's hat.
"Hi, what are you doing out here sir?" You weren't scared of him, yet. You knew that he could be an ax murderer or a regular murder, but you wanted to assume that he was a weird avid hiker. The man turns and you're shocked at what you see. His eye is halfway out of the socket, the organ dragging the flesh of his face down with it like an artist carelessly smudging their work. He quickly corrects himself and raises his hand to wave. You wave back noting how soft he looks, you know you should be booking it back to your friends and to the car, but there was just such a friendliness to his being like an aurora to his monstrous looks. Maybe it was because he, despite the gangly limbs, had an abdominous doughy quality to him. In fact, he smells like a pizza place.
He starts to move and you note the strange articulation he has, like his body truly wasn't connected by any joints. Making him more fluid and cubist motion, an exaggerated movement that complimented the directional movement of the trees. He's coming to you and you're not entirely sure what to do, God his skin looked just so soft and creamy that you wonder if you could just squish it, you should probably run but he felt safe.
He towers over you, consuming your vision. His mouth seemed too big for its own good. His teeth threaten to bulge out and his tongue to flop out. "Hi." You say looking up. He blinks slowly.
"Elloh! m'I onurB." The words threw your brain through a loop unable to decipher the garbled words. You notice he's waiting for a response, maybe for you to run screaming and crying. You couldn't until you found that frisbee that thing cost way too much to be killed by the landscape. Besides, if he didn't attack you now when he had the chance, then you are safe.
"I don't speak your language, I'm sorry." You say not entirely sure if he was speaking a different language. The man laughs loudly causing a few squirrels suddenly appear from the ground, disappearing once more by running up the trees.
"I ees! a-yhW era uoy ereh?" You think he's asking a question so you decide to tell him figuring he at least understands you.
"I'm looking for my Frisbee, have you seen it?" He places his finger to his chin and mimics a thinking motion, you're pretty sure this was a habit of his and not an actual need to comb through memories. He nods and turns his head around, not his body but his head, like an owl. Suddenly, his arm extends past the normal reach length stretching far into the shrubbery. When he pulls it out, there are leaves and sticks going through his arm, no blood spills from him, only his flesh bubbles around each foreign object trying its best to deal with it. In his hand is your disk, slightly covered in a few bits of him. You smile and take it, thanking him. You decide to help him out and pull out the twigs, watching them be pulled out taking the flesh with it and stretching it as far as it can go. It elucidates the dough-like granules that seemed to comprise him. You finally manage to get them out watching his skin snap back into place. You give him a thumbs up and hear him purr loudly.
"a-ouY deltrats em! a-ekoW em thgir pu." You nod trying your best to get his meaning, a little spooked by his monstrous qualities but also a little intrigued, and by that, you meant terribly turned on. You could only imagine what those genitals could do.
"Are you out here all alone?" He nods and shrugs with a slightly forlorn look, you feel bad for him, even if he was a cryptid guy he still deserved some friends. "Awww.... wanna play disk golf with my friends and me?" He thinks about it for a minute before shaking his head. This is probably for the best as Disk golf is pure torture. A strange feeling of insatiable wants bubbling away at you. The damn game left you with what pretentious logophiles will call a state of eleutheromania of the sensual variety. Yes, your penance of throwing over and over in one general direction left you ravenous for something fun. "You wanna fuck?" The words slip out of your mouth before you realize what you were doing. His eyes bulge slightly before he emphatically nods, letting out a series of noises of before lunging at you. You could say no, but the idea of having freaky sex with him was a powerful impulse you could not ignore.
You were lost in his being, he's gotten you on the forest floor, your pants pulled down, ready to fuck. He doesn't waste any time, a tentacle-like appendage suddenly sliding out of his black pants. He enters you, and your eyes widen at the fact it can move. It can move and it can quiver, and it was moving deep inside of you. You groan fingers sinking deep into him as he makes a series of wails.
Your mind is spinning, the twisting of his cock elicits sensations you knew you'd never get again. He didn't even have to work his hips, his cock able to quickly react and plunge back in with those satisfying motions. Pleasure made your senses aware of everything from the musk of the earth, to the feel of leaves and plant life under your back making satisfying crunching sounds. This should never end. You start to buck your hips as he pleasures your hole. You feel yourself riding on a wave of pleasure tumbling higher and higher threatening to topple over an-
Your friends call your name. Suddenly he's pulling away, leaving his cock in you, and running into the forest. It continues to writhe and fuck you, forcing you to bite your lip and hold back a moan as you pull your pants back up.
"You found it!" One of them says coming up to you. "Look a little fucked up." You shrug unable to really answer because his member is expanding inside of you slightly, it wouldn't stop until it filled you up with his seed.
"I....fell." You grunt out, and your friends are none the wiser. They help you up and you stumble because the penis just tightened up attaching to your walls.
"Can you keep walking?" One asks you, and you nod.
"Then we have 3 holes left, you can just watch if you want?" You know you can just say no and go back to the car, but you needed to return your mystery lover's penis. So you go back into the game.
You try and keep an eye out for him in the wild strokes of the forest, looking at every shadow closely trying to see if one vaguely looked like him. His tentacle worked effortlessly, you can only assume it had its own center for electrical impulses that caused the muscles to contract and the form to transform into different combinations of ribbed, veined, suction-like, and smooth. It moved and retracted at various lengths filling you up at many points hitting against the pleasure spots.
You find yourself leaning against a tree at some points trying your best to make those moans sound painful, but it just kept going. You look around and you swear you see him in the deep woods hiding behind the trees watching you. Even the tentacle seemed to suddenly spurr in joy, it's motions quickly becoming unbearable leaving you to clamp your teeth down on your hoodie and ride out your first orgasm. Your body sinks to the ground. Thankfully, your friends only notice you sitting with a tired look in your eyes.
"Fuck you okay? Let's get you to the car." They say giving you admonishment. You are guided to the car and placed in the back seat. Once seated, the tentacle relaxes and works more freely. Your eyes are locked on the gray brutalist interior, taken from the magical hedonistic pleasures of the park into this reminded of reality, the only souvenir being inside of you. You grip the seatbelt tightly putting it on before you throw your head back and orgasm. Your friends were thankfully gone, having returned to the woods to gather their own supplies leaving you able to moan all you want.
You feel something within the tentacle start to move working its way to the tip. You swear you can feel it pop out of it before another one follows suit. You realize those were most likely eggs being placed in you. Popped in one after another nestling deep within you, they were warm filling you up and pushing your insides around slightly. You whimper and curse as his member slowly dies down to more gentle undulations leaving a clutch in you. You rub your hand near your stomach and shudder feeling that it's distended from the size of his eggs. You're glad that you're wearing a baggy hoodie or else it would've shown. Though the thought thrilled you, you logically had no explanations for it.
You keep your hand tucked away rubbing it with fondness letting your perverted fantasies run wild even as your friends return to the car and take you home. Once in the safety of your apartment you quickly strip and admire the curve of your stomach. Your mind wonders if they'll grow in you, incubating and making you look bigger until you couldn't hide it anymore. You could see yourself struggling with the weight of them causing a small waddle in your gate.
You hear some tapping at the window and turn your head to see him, somehow peering in. You quickly push the window up letting him slink in and sit on your bed.
"Do you want your....organ back?" He nods eyes focusing on your middle. "Yeah, you laid eggs in me a clutch of them.... God, I don't even know your name and I have your fucking reproductive method in me most likely incubating away." He's still pleased suddenly pulling you into his lap and purring away. "You like that?" He nods, of course, he does he's probably been alone for so long. He runs a soft finger across your stomach making a chittering noise. "Can I get your name, if I'm going to carry your brood and keep you here?" You weren't about to throw him back into the woods after all.
He nods and tries telling you several times to no avail. Eventually, he just carries you into the kitchen area grabbing a marker and wiping off the whiteboards to-do list. He forces himself to carefully scrawl out B R U N O, Bruno.
"I'll have to learn Italian then Bruno."