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Toby walked through the thick sea of dark trees, his lit cigarette being the only light source. He stopped, leaning against a tree. He was a good distance from the mansion, the thick fog making it easy to lose sight of it almost immediately. The average person would’ve gotten lost, but the woods were all he could remember.
Toby heard the sound of shoes crunching against dead leaves, and smothered his cigarette on the tree he had been leaning on. He peered closer into the fog to catch whoever might’ve been emerging. Then they locked eyes.
He could’ve been mistaken as Jeff, at first glance. His wide, unblinking bloodshot eyes and permanent smile had his likeness. They were even dressed somewhat similarly. The man’s hoodie might’ve been a lighter color once, but the dirt and blood that covered him from head to toe made it impossible to tell. The hair under his hood was stuck to his forehead. Likely some disgusting mix of grease, sweat, and blood.
It wasn’t long before the man flung himself at Toby, Who punched the man, Toby’s knuckles cracking against his jaw. This did not seem to faze him at all, as he merely delivered his own blow to Tobias. The force of the punch was enough to make him stumble back, and steady himself against the tree.
The man lunged back at Toby, but Tobias brought one sturdy boot to the man’s chest, knocking him straight to the ground. Before he could get up, Toby threw himself atop the bloodied man, knees against the soft ground below both of them, and raised his hands to his neck before beginning to squeeze.
Toby heard the man beneath him sputter, but he did not look perturbed. Instead, he kept the same unwavering smile on his face. The only change was his eyes looked wilder, and he was beginning to foam at the mouth. The man, who had freed his hands from his sides where Tobias had them pinned, and used them to yank Toby’s hair to bring Toby’s face closer to his own.
Toby wearily allowed the odd contact, keeping his knees planted steadily in the dirt beneath him. The man said nothing as he had, but turned Tobias’ head. Toby let himself stay malleable in the man's grasp, his grip on his throat loosening slightly.
Then he felt it. Something hot and wet against his cheek – or lack thereof. His tongue. Toby’s knees were threatening to buckle. The man was licking the edges of his scarring. Toby whined against the contact, His hips jerking involuntarily, his hips connecting with the man’s beneath him. Toby hadn’t even realized that both he and the man were hard until now. This spurred the man on, who bucked his hips against Toby’s.
Toby leaned in closer, his knees digging deeper into the soil to gain more friction off the man under him. Tobias moved his hands off the neck of the man, and moved them further down to grab at his hips.
Toby groaned, and the man drew his tongue deeper into the wound, licking Toby’s teeth from the hole in his cheek. Tobias dug his blunt nails deeper into the man’s jeans. He pressed himself harder against the man, who just occasionally elicited excited whimpers.
The man removed his tongue from Toby’s mouth, and used his grip on Toby’s hair to move his head lower, until Tobias was leaned uncomfortably against his zipper. Toby shifted his position until he was more comfortable.
The man unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out. Toby grimaced slightly at the smell. It definitely wasn’t pleasant, but for a man of unknown origin covered in dirt and blood, not horrible. Toby wasted no time, putting the man into his mouth.
Toby let the man continue to grab at his hair while he worked. The man eventually pulled Toby up off him, and grabbed his face. While touching Toby’s face, he let his finger wander into the space in his cheek.
He grabbed Toby’s hair with more vigor, and tilted his head. It was obvious what he was trying to do, considering the man’s fixation with Tobias’ extra orifice. Toby opened his mouth wider, and the man sunk Toby’s wound onto his dick.
The man grabbed Toby’s skull to move his head against his cock. The man pumped Toby’s head with a sense of aggression that Toby hadn’t even seen while they had been fighting. It made him wonder if this is what he really wanted all along.
Toby blindly fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. When he finally got them low enough, he wasted no time to wrap his hand around his dick. The man pistoned his dick in and out of Tobias’ cheek.
Toby was trying to keep his mouth as wide as possible, but he could feel his teeth continuously scraping against the man, which was clearly beginning to make the man bleed, the taste electrifying Toby’s senses. This did not deter the man, who began to fuck into Toby’s mouth through his gash faster, repeatedly slamming Toby’s face into his pubic bone.Toby stroked himself faster, using his other hand to claw incessantly at the man’s thigh.
The man’s rhythm grew sloppy, an indicator to Tobias that the man was close. Toby sped up his own hand, trying to curb his own whimpers. The man’s hips stuttered, and he came, shoving his dick as far into Toby’s mouth as it’d let him.
Toby followed suit, spilling over into his own hand. The man pushed Toby off of his dick, and Toby scrambled up. He drew up the fluids in his mouth, before spitting the mixture of blood, semen, and spit onto the ground.
He pulled up his pants, and flicked his brown hair up out of his face. Then, peered down at the man that stayed half-laying on the ground.
“Get-ah-outta here. If I-fuck- see your-tch-face again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” Toby spat again, before pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, and leaving.