The little rocks hurted very hard on his feet soles and this weird fabric it was tickling over his skin.
Marvin literally forced himself to complete the trail and after almost an hour of that torture, he finally see the forest start about 30 meters ahead. The pine tops shining with full moonlight. In other circunstances he would enjoy contemple it but not now; on this moment he only want to arrive.
He was at a time tired and…aroused.
This last sensation was the one that impulsed him to run. He ran so fast as he can. The shingles against his soles, the transpiration on the fucking toga, the wind against his face and his heart almost blowing up…he felt all this at a time.
When reached the first pines, he finally stopped a moment for rest. His breath felt heat and he was transpiring, despite the cool night. His heart was beathing into his head. This running indeed demanded all the strength of his 22 years.
But wearing this thing was a very fantastic sensation, he felt all the softness of the fine cotton fabric over his nudity.
A wolf hawling broke through in the distance. But knowing that forest as his hand palm, he had 100% sure that wolves didn´t come there.
The trail continued between the pines, now lighted by full moonlight; that showed ahead with its perfect roundness and those sexy spots, almost like a whimsical goddess. The pines breathed out it heady esence against his nose; As is it were also sharing its lust. It Was as if all nature would has a sense of erogenity.
When he arrived to the clear in middle of forest, he combed his hair with hands and leaned lightly butt up against a pine. He wait for some moments.
Suddenly he felt the strong steps behind him, and the grunts. It came slowly and when was just beneath him, it lifted Marvin´s toga, uncovering his round and perfect ass. It was the more fierce faun of the forest, it was Marvin´s own faun.
Marvin could feel the softness of the fur on his butt and back, and its virility coming into him. Their mutual breath joining on one sole.
He moved rithmically on that lusting, that horny dance. The faun moving too with him, to the rhythm of their desires, until they both reach the infinite source of joy.
Marvin felt finally into him the viscous evidence of the faun´s libido.
He approached his mouth to Marvin´s ear, and he felt a very sexy human voice saying:
“It was the best that all our meettings. Don´t you think?”
Marvin turned back the hand to fold his fur covered head.
“Of course”
