Dendrophilia: arousal from tree or fertility worship of them

Dendrophilia – Remember the World Conservation phrase “hug a tree”? Well some people just had to take that phrase a little bit too far. Dendrophilia isn’t about hugging trees, this is about getting aroused by trees and ejaculating on them. So next time your man is all excited about a camping trip in the forest you have every right to be concerned >>>

Hot and sexy trees :)

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Wooden dildos - dendrophilia?

Sex with trees
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(idea) by XWiz

He brings his feet in further as he slides round the corner, half-curled against the collision that never happens, half-stretched to feel the wall against his skin. It doesn’t come. The bike moves round on liquid bearings and he picks up speed on the straight before coiling gently round another corner where he comes to rest, and it’s now that he feels he can pause to consider the guy he’s been following down there. He wants to reach out and touch him, but he locks the chain round the bike’s slim metal frame and doesn’t look up again until the metal lock rattles hollowly against tubular metal and the most expensive thing he owns is finally laid to rest. Only then does he let himself follow on foot, taking in the guy’s neck and the back of his head, covered in a thin layer of barely visible stubble. But it’s okay to stare, he tells himelf, so long as you never intend to do a thing about it. And that’s how it is, because he never, ever intends to do anything about it, not even right up until this moment when he comes round the corner and finds this guy leaning there ready to talk to him, and the guy just turns his head round and says ‘I’ve seen you before.’

‘That’s right,’ the guy says, pushing himself away from the wall and nodding. ‘Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you before.’

And he stands there for a moment, looking at Raithe, and then slumps back against the wall and stares at his feet.

‘That’s good, then,’ says Raithe, slowly. ‘Because I’ve got something important to show you. Down here, this way,’ and he points towards the harbour, were a thousand boats float mulishly on a thin layer of scummy tide. The guy follows him, obediently, and Raithe wishes for a moment that he’d thought before he’d spoke, for in truth he has nothing to show the guy, but he’s sure that perhaps when they get to the harbour he’ll think of something, even if it’s only walking along the beach and looking at the strange patterns left in the sand by the retreating curtain of the sea. They don’t speak as they walk; it’s almost too much effort to think of the words, let alone speak them out loud, and so after a few abortive attempts at polite conversation this is how it’s ended. There is no aspect of leisure to their movement, the guy walks quickly and purposefully, and Raithe matches his speed until they stand on the edge of the harbour, staring down into the snakeskinned waters.

‘You don’t have anything to show me at all, do you?’ says the guy, and Raithe shakes his head slowly. Apologetically. Then they both stare out to sea.

‘It’s okay,’ continues the guy, nodding as if he’s come to some decision. ‘You didn’t need to show me anything. I know why you were watching me.’

‘Oh,’ says Raithe. ‘I was just…’

‘Yes. I know what you were doing. Look, why don’t you come with me? We were going this way, anyway.’ and the guy puts his hand on Raithe’s shoulder and draws him slowly off to one side, further down the harbour and round to where the beach stretches away into distant horizon. Raithe moves alongside him, and after some time the guy begins to speak.

‘How old do you think I am,’ he says. ‘How old?’

‘Twenty?’ says Raithe, studying the guy’s face for a moment. ‘Look, what’s your name, then?’

‘Twenty,’ the guy nods. ‘Good guess. No, this way.’

They both make their way across the beach up to where the sand reaches the bottom of the trees and is quickly swallowed up by a network of half-formed roots and dead wood.

‘So that’s how old you are, then?’ Raithe ventures.

‘How old do you think I am?’ says the guy, a smile playing over his lips for a moment. Raithe laughs nervously and stands there with an uneasy smile on his own lips. The guy sits down on a protruding tree root and as Raithe watches he begins to run his hands over the knotty fibres. His fingertips rub over a flock of tiny wrinkles in the bark and as his palm rests for a moment in a hollow of the wood he looks up at Raithe and nods slightly towards the root.

‘Sit with me,’ he says.

‘I should go,’ mumbles Raithe, his nerve gone. ‘I really ought to go now.’

‘You don’t have to,’ says the guy. ‘We could sit here and enjoy the water. Look. Look at this bit here.’

Raithe sees that he’s running his fingertips around the edge of a dilation where the bark has drawn back from itself to form an ellipse of exposed wood. It’s pale and naked, and the guy’s fingers are caressing the rounded lips of the bark, rubbed smooth by the weather and leached of colour by endless salt spray.

‘Don’t you just want to sit here forever with me?’ says the guy, and despite his uneasiness Raithe finds himself sitting down on the root and moments later he feels the guy’s fingers touching his face. The tips are cold from the wood, and the guy’s skin smells green and leafy when he draws Raithe close to him and suddenly pushes his fingers under Raithe’s nose.

Raithe pulls back. ‘What are you doing?’ he says, but he knows really.

‘You know what I’m doing.’ says the guy. ‘You knew when you sat down. Smell - it’s like the scent of a whole forest. I said I had something to show you. It’s okay - you don’t need to be afraid.’

Then he draws Raithe’s hand down to the smooth, hard centre of the bark dilation and slowly moves Raithe’s fingers round the edges. ‘It’s beautiful,’ says the guy, watching Raithe touch the hard wood in the centre. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’

Raithe looks at him, not understanding. And then, as he watches, he sees the pale wood twitch in the centre of the dilation, opening up into a wood-lipped hole with a pulpy white centre. He hurriedly draws his hand back as the wood squeezes wider open and then he stands up and looks on in utter incomprehension as the guy springs forward, tugging his jeans down to his knees, and thrusts the whole length of his cock into the hungrily sucking knot hole.

‘Oh, it’s beautiful,’ he pants, greedily working his hips against the bark, a look of animal pleasure on his face. ‘Man, you haven’t lived until you’ve fucked this.’

Raithe steps back further, his eyes fixed on the guy’s crotch as his length pounds in and out of the twisted root and his balls bang and bang against the bark, sticky with sap that froths and stretches in tiny strings from his thighs and belly.

‘Oh… fuck,’ the guy intones slowly, with immense feeling, and he’s got one knee on each side of the root now and his jeans are down by his ankles, his perfect ass pounding up and down in front of Raithe. His hands are gripping the tree root further up, his fingernails clawing for a hold on the shaking wood. Raithe doesn’t fancy the guy any more but he moves round behind just so he can watch the sap-sticky balls pummelling the bark, and it’s then that he realises he’s not interested in the balls so much as the bark, and it’s a weird moment that makes him turn to leave.

The guy looks back over his shoulder then, as Raithe begins to back away, but he continues pounding while he shouts after him. ‘Don’t go. You don’t have to go.’ and Raithe turns round for just a moment, but then the guy’s grinding his cock right into the root and he’s throwing his head back and his teeth are gritted beneath drawn-back lips for a full three ragged breaths before he rolls off the root and lies there panting. He gestures weakly at the hole in the branch, but when he looks up Raithe’s gone.

It’s later that night when Raithe realises that the guy was right. He’s been shown something, but he’s really not sure what. The image haunts his mind, however, and when he’d pedalled back home earlier he’d taken a strange and roundabout route to make sure the weird guy hadn’t followed him, all of which would be made into naught but mockery if he were to go back now. The darkness was almost complete when he looked out of his window, with not even the moon making it through the heaviness of the clouds that coated the sky, and to go out into the night in search of the tree would be unthinkable. At least for now. But at two o’clock the world looks somehow different, and Raithe finds himself on his bike, throwing up great swathes of sand as he trails his way across the darkness of infinity, lit only by the harsh glare of the halogen lamp that bobs and circles on the rippled beach. Occasionally, clouds of tiny flies swim up from the sand before him, and on the periphery of his vision tiny fleets of wading birds weave and dance on invisible legs. He can’t find the tree, though. Tomorrow, when it’s light, he comes down again, on foot this time, and follows the shore-line for what seems like miles, but still he can’t find the tree.

It has to be a year later when he sees the guy again. It seems like that, at least, and this time when Raithe sees him it’s in a bar and there’s no messing about because he goes right up to the guy and says ‘I’ve thought about it non-stop since the last time we parted and I can’t get it out of my head. You’ve got to help me find the tree.’

The guy smiles and nods, and then he leads Raithe straight to the tree, like it’s no distance at all, and the tree seems to be somewhere different from last time, although the place is just the same and the beach looks just like it did the time before.

‘It hasn’t moved,’ says the guy. ‘But I know that’s what you’re thinking.’

‘I couldn’t find it.’ Raithe whispers softly. ‘I searched so hard. So hard.’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ the guy says softly, conspiratorially, and as he speaks he’s resting his hand on the root. ‘You’d never have found it alone. Here, come and kneel over her.’

And the guy pulls Raithe’s cock out into the open air, and the sound of the sea rushes through Raithe’s head as the blood rushes into his cock while he kneels over the root. Then the guy reaches out and makes a gentle sighing noise as he guides Raithe’s cock to the centre of the bark-ringed breach.

‘Do it,’ he whispers into Raithe’s ear, and Raithe slides forward into the sticky, liquid pulp of the open root. ‘Slowly,’ he advises, pulling Raithe’s shirt over his head and laying them to one side. ‘You should take it slowly the first time, make it last.’

He’s untying Raithe’s boots now and pulling them off, setting them to one side and laying the rest of Raithe’s clothes by them. ‘Real slow,’ he says, once more, and Raithe takes notice and slowly moves, pushing his cock deep to the very extremes of its length and drawing it right back out, feeling his shaft sticky with juice and smelling the heady scent of the extravagant quantity of sap that steals down the insides of his thighs.

‘So how come you can find it alone,’ Raithe breathes to the guy, who’s taken a seat on the root and is leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

‘Oh, you’ll be able to now.’ the guy says, leaning forwards.

‘Yeah?’ says Raithe, dipping a finger into the stickiness along his thighs and raising it to his lips. He quickens his pace, fighting the urge to lose himself to the root but desperate too to find out more.

‘Now you’re in there,’ says the guy, and he reaches out to pat Raithe’s head. ‘She loves you now, my little man. You’ll service her well, won’t you?’

‘Will I?’ says Raithe, pushing in a little further, enjoying the slight suction on his balls from their contact with the sticky lips of the bark.

‘She’ll see to that,’ says the guy, and rests back into the trunk a little more. ‘Open her up now,’ he adds. ‘Show her a good time.’ and Raithe bangs his cock into the hole with all that he’s worth.

‘You don’t have a choice, really,’ he says, getting to his feet and smiling down at Raithe’s tree-tangled limbs. ‘You’ll love her of your own accord or she’ll make you. It’s all the same to the tree; she’s had four hundred years to be loved in, and a hundred lovers to do it. You’re one of us now.’

But Raithe’s not listening any more, he’s busy fucking away like something animal inside can only get free if he pushes his cock in deep enough.
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