A Day in the Woods

[Corpse4U]

A day in the Woods



Eric loved camping in the woods. On many weekends, he would drive to his favorite spot in Chippewa county alone, just to enjoy the isolation of sleeping in his small tent in the boreal forest.



It was late on Friday afternoon when he arrived at his favorite spot. Eric donned his backpack and began the short, quarter mile hike from his car to the campsite he had discovered years earlier. After a few minutes, however, he sensed something was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something had changed.



He stopped suddenly, and slowly started a 360° turn to scan his surroundings. About halfway through, he thought he caught a glimpse of color. It was just a tiny patch of blue, hidden amongst the trees. Slowly walking toward the bit of color, a figure began to emerge.



It was a person. A bearded man. And he was lying face up on a large fallen tree. He was wearing a dark T-shirt, black leather jacket, and a baseball cap, but he didn’t stir as Eric approached.



“Hi,” Eric shouted, still some distance away. “Sorry to disturb you, it’s just that I don’t often see people out here.”



But the man didn’t move a muscle.



As Eric drew closer, he saw what looked like blood on the tree, and then the blank stare. Dead center in the man’s forehead was a single bullet hole.



He had a strikingly handsome face, and his slim body made Eric’s mouth water.



Eric touched the man’s face. It was tepid. No more than a half hour dead, he thought.



“You poor bastard,” Eric whispered. But now you are my property.



Standing near the man’s head, Eric gently reached under his arms and dragged him off the fallen tree to a flat spot on the ground that was covered in leaves. He then sat the man up and removed his jacket. He then quickly withdrew, so that the man’s torso fell heavily to the ground.



“You didn’t feel a thing, did you,” Eric considered as he marveled at his treasure. He lifted the man’ arms and easily removed his T-shirt. His hairy chest now exposed, Eric ran his fingers through it. He took off the man’s shoes and socks, and beheld the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. He sucked on the man’s big toe, then bit down hard.



He then removed the man’s jeans and underwear, and stood back to admire his prize.



Eric removed his own clothing and laid on top of the corpse, cock to cock and face to face. He opened the man’s compliant mouth and kissed him, all while staring into his dead eyes. He gently touched the man’s cooling forehead, then pushed his index finger into the bullet hole. It felt mushy inside. Eric withdrew his hand and sucked the blood and brain off of his finger.



Eric pulled out his pocket knife, cut a shallow slit the man’s belly button, and fucked his intestines. He came inside of his his guts and imagined impregnating a fetus in his “womb.” The orgasm was spectacular, an Eric shuddered while embracing the man’s unfeeling body.



Eric moved back to the man’s feet, and fucked them. They were heavy in his hands, and he liked how they had flexed downward in death, wrinkling the soles. The toes were contracted downward, all except the big toe on each foot, which was bent awkwardly upward. They were large and wide and felt good in his hands. Eric pulled out his pocket knife again and cut off a small piece from the ball of the left foot. He popped it into his mouth and it tasted a little salty. It was delicious. He held the dead feet against his face, so that the soles of each foot was pressed against his cheeks.



When he put the feet down, there was a bloody spot on Eric’s right cheek from the wound he had just inflicted. Eric wiped his face with his sleeve.



Eric placed his lips on the man’s beautiful shin and kissed it. He licked the spot. It was cool and hard where the bone was so close to the skin.



Using the saw tool on his pocket knife, Eric then cut off the man’s right (undamaged) foot. It was a small saw, and it took about half an hour to get through the bone. The tool made for a jagged and sloppy amputation, but it worked eventually.



He wrapped the perfect foot in a spare T-shirt and placed it into his backpack.



As he walked back to his car, Eric thought to himself, “There’s no time for camping now. I’ve got work to do back home.”

 

[Jfoot2002]

Such a beautiful story. I really liked how he impregnated the guy’s abdominal cavity and took his foot for a souvenir. I would’ve taken both of his feet to treasure and kiss and talk to.

 

[callmecaleb]

A sweet tale

 

[stustustugoo]

thank u mr corpse 4 u, for making me the object of your desires in your incredible and super horny story!
i must admir, i do look hot laying there on the log..................

 

[callmecaleb]

i do look hot laying there on the log..................

Yeah. You do. And you wouldn’t lay alone there for long in CDG land before all sorts of cool stuff would happen to you.

 

[Mike803]

Yeah. You do. And you wouldn’t lay alone there for long in CDG land before all sorts of cool stuff would happen to you.

Indeed so! Here in CDG land we don't pass up opportunities like this when they come along...

 

[stustustugoo]

Indeed so! Here in CDG land we don't pass up opportunities like this when they come along...

thank you guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[stustustugoo]

Indeed so! Here in CDG land we don't pass up opportunities like this when they come along...

thats great!

 

[stustustugoo]

Such a beautiful story. I really liked how he impregnated the guy’s abdominal cavity and took his foot for a souvenir. I would’ve taken both of his feet to treasure and kiss and talk to.

tell me, how would u kiss them? what else?

 

[Corpse4U]

thank u mr corpse 4 u, for making me the object of your desires in your incredible and super horny story!
i must admir, i do look hot laying there on the log..................

Here’s part 2

The Foot



Eric arrived home early in the evening, surprised that he had ended up spending most of the day with the corpse. He took the t-shirt from his backpack and carefully unwrapped the severed foot.



The t-shirt had soaked up most of the blood, leaving a pristine specimen, but for some red smearing of blood and the jagged ankle where it had been severed. He pressed the his nose just where the ball meets the toes and inhaled deeply. The pleasant musky odor, tinged with still-fresh sweat drove him nearly to nirvana.



Eric placed the foot on the kitchen table and quickly drew all the blinds and curtains in the house and locked all the doors. This was a private event, and he didn’t want any disturbances or distractions.



Returning to the kitchen, he was struck by the beauty of the thing, which had only just hours ago been an integral part of a living, breathing human being. Bending down, he licked the bone that protruded slightly from the top of the severed ankle; slightly salty, yet also strangely sweet.



“Just once more, for old time’s sake,” he said out loud, “before we begin deconstruction.” And with that, Eric undressed and fucked the sole of the most large, wide, and wonderfully scented foot he had ever encountered. When he came, large quantities of cum spurt over the sole, toes and ankle. Eric let out a moan so intense, it almost sounded like a scream.



He carefully wiped away the cum with his t-shirt, then rinsed the foot under his kitchen faucet. After patting it dry with a clean towel, it looked more beautiful than ever, and Eric was instantly hard again.



“You look good enough to eat,” Eric said, as he pulled a chef’s knife from its holder. He placed the foot onto a cutting board, easily sliced off a small piece of the ball and tossed it into his mouth. It was chewy, of course, but had the pleasant flavor of tartare. “Very nice,” he whispered breathlessly.



In his mind’s eye, he saw the face and body of the handsome stranger to which this foot had only just recently belonged. As he caressed the smooth skin of the top of the foot, he said “And now, you’re going to be a part of me.”



He then began slicing. From the sole, he took large pieces at first. Then, as the sole meat became scarcer, smaller bits, all the way down to the skeletal remains. Eric paused for a moment to examine his own progress. On the right side of the cutting board there was sole meat, neatly stacked. On the left, what appeared from this angle to be a perfectly intact foot. But when he picked it up and turned it over, it revealed a cross section. Clearly visible were the bones of the foot, neatly tucked into muscles and tendons.



Eric ran his index finger over a bone in the center of the foot. It was smooth and slippery. Glancing at the still intact toes, he noted that they were still pink with blood. Then, wielding the chef’s knife, and starting with the ankle, he began to strip away the rest of the flesh and muscle. He started by making a shallow slit down the length of what remained of the calf, and gently removing the skin. “This will make excellent cracklings,” he said to himself.



He packed the meat from the calf and the top of the foot into freezer bags for later but kept the sole meat out. Finally, with a paring knife, he carefully removed the meager but delicious meat from the toes, discarding the nails.



What was left was beautiful. It was a fully articulated skeletal foot and ankle, still bloody and with small bits of tendon and muscle clinging to it. Eric was amazed at how light it felt in his hands. Testing it, he was impressed by its resilience. The metatarsals would move and spread somewhat, but were firmly attached.



As he held it, Eric became suddenly aware that his erection was throbbing in anticipation as he pressed his cock against the bones, still moist with blood. He pressed harder, and the metatarsals spread… just… enough… and he was through.



It would have made for an odd and macabre photograph; Eric masturbating with a skeletal foot; his cock moving to and fro between the freshly dead bones. And it didn’t take long for him to cum again, his seed spilling onto the kitchen floor.



Eric placed the trophy bones back onto the cutting board and took a quick shower. After dressing, he returned to the kitchen and pulled out a skillet. “Boy,” he sighed, “have I worked up an appetite.”

 

[Corpse4U]

A day in the Woods



Eric loved camping in the woods. On many weekends, he would drive to his favorite spot in Chippewa county alone, just to enjoy the isolation of sleeping in his small tent in the boreal forest.



It was late on Friday afternoon when he arrived at his favorite spot. Eric donned his backpack and began the short, quarter mile hike from his car to the campsite he had discovered years earlier. After a few minutes, however, he sensed something was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something had changed.



He stopped suddenly, and slowly started a 360° turn to scan his surroundings. About halfway through, he thought he caught a glimpse of color. It was just a tiny patch of blue, hidden amongst the trees. Slowly walking toward the bit of color, a figure began to emerge.



It was a person. A bearded man. And he was lying face up on a large fallen tree. He was wearing a dark T-shirt, black leather jacket, and a baseball cap, but he didn’t stir as Eric approached.



“Hi,” Eric shouted, still some distance away. “Sorry to disturb you, it’s just that I don’t often see people out here.”



But the man didn’t move a muscle.



As Eric drew closer, he saw what looked like blood on the tree, and then the blank stare. Dead center in the man’s forehead was a single bullet hole.



He had a strikingly handsome face, and his slim body made Eric’s mouth water.



Eric touched the man’s face. It was tepid. No more than a half hour dead, he thought.



“You poor bastard,” Eric whispered. But now you are my property.



Standing near the man’s head, Eric gently reached under his arms and dragged him off the fallen tree to a flat spot on the ground that was covered in leaves. He then sat the man up and removed his jacket. He then quickly withdrew, so that the man’s torso fell heavily to the ground.



“You didn’t feel a thing, did you,” Eric considered as he marveled at his treasure. He lifted the man’ arms and easily removed his T-shirt. His hairy chest now exposed, Eric ran his fingers through it. He took off the man’s shoes and socks, and beheld the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. He sucked on the man’s big toe, then bit down hard.



He then removed the man’s jeans and underwear, and stood back to admire his prize.



Eric removed his own clothing and laid on top of the corpse, cock to cock and face to face. He opened the man’s compliant mouth and kissed him, all while staring into his dead eyes. He gently touched the man’s cooling forehead, then pushed his index finger into the bullet hole. It felt mushy inside. Eric withdrew his hand and sucked the blood and brain off of his finger.



Eric pulled out his pocket knife, cut a shallow slit the man’s belly button, and fucked his intestines. He came inside of his his guts and imagined impregnating a fetus in his “womb.” The orgasm was spectacular, an Eric shuddered while embracing the man’s unfeeling body.



Eric moved back to the man’s feet, and fucked them. They were heavy in his hands, and he liked how they had flexed downward in death, wrinkling the soles. The toes were contracted downward, all except the big toe on each foot, which was bent awkwardly upward. They were large and wide and felt good in his hands. Eric pulled out his pocket knife again and cut off a small piece from the ball of the left foot. He popped it into his mouth and it tasted a little salty. It was delicious. He held the dead feet against his face, so that the soles of each foot was pressed against his cheeks.



When he put the feet down, there was a bloody spot on Eric’s right cheek from the wound he had just inflicted. Eric wiped his face with his sleeve.



Eric placed his lips on the man’s beautiful shin and kissed it. He licked the spot. It was cool and hard where the bone was so close to the skin.



Using the saw tool on his pocket knife, Eric then cut off the man’s right (undamaged) foot. It was a small saw, and it took about half an hour to get through the bone. The tool made for a jagged and sloppy amputation, but it worked eventually.



He wrapped the perfect foot in a spare T-shirt and placed it into his backpack.



As he walked back to his car, Eric thought to himself, “There’s no time for camping now. I’ve got work to do back home.”

And here’s part 2

The Foot



Eric arrived home early in the evening, surprised that he had ended up spending most of the day with the corpse. He took the t-shirt from his backpack and carefully unwrapped the severed foot.



The t-shirt had soaked up most of the blood, leaving a pristine specimen, but for some red smearing of blood and the jagged ankle where it had been severed. He pressed the his nose just where the ball meets the toes and inhaled deeply. The pleasant musky odor, tinged with still-fresh sweat drove him nearly to nirvana.



Eric placed the foot on the kitchen table and quickly drew all the blinds and curtains in the house and locked all the doors. This was a private event, and he didn’t want any disturbances or distractions.



Returning to the kitchen, he was struck by the beauty of the thing, which had only just hours ago been an integral part of a living, breathing human being. Bending down, he licked the bone that protruded slightly from the top of the severed ankle; slightly salty, yet also strangely sweet.



“Just once more, for old time’s sake,” he said out loud, “before we begin deconstruction.” And with that, Eric undressed and fucked the sole of the most large, wide, and wonderfully scented foot he had ever encountered. When he came, large quantities of cum spurt over the sole, toes and ankle. Eric let out a moan so intense, it almost sounded like a scream.



He carefully wiped away the cum with his t-shirt, then rinsed the foot under his kitchen faucet. After patting it dry with a clean towel, it looked more beautiful than ever, and Eric was instantly hard again.



“You look good enough to eat,” Eric said, as he pulled a chef’s knife from its holder. He placed the foot onto a cutting board, easily sliced off a small piece of the ball and tossed it into his mouth. It was chewy, of course, but had the pleasant flavor of tartare. “Very nice,” he whispered breathlessly.



In his mind’s eye, he saw the face and body of the handsome stranger to which this foot had only just recently belonged. As he caressed the smooth skin of the top of the foot, he said “And now, you’re going to be a part of me.”



He then began slicing. From the sole, he took large pieces at first. Then, as the sole meat became scarcer, smaller bits, all the way down to the skeletal remains. Eric paused for a moment to examine his own progress. On the right side of the cutting board there was sole meat, neatly stacked. On the left, what appeared from this angle to be a perfectly intact foot. But when he picked it up and turned it over, it revealed a cross section. Clearly visible were the bones of the foot, neatly tucked into muscles and tendons.



Eric ran his index finger over a bone in the center of the foot. It was smooth and slippery. Glancing at the still intact toes, he noted that they were still pink with blood. Then, wielding the chef’s knife, and starting with the ankle, he began to strip away the rest of the flesh and muscle. He started by making a shallow slit down the length of what remained of the calf, and gently removing the skin. “This will make excellent cracklings,” he said to himself.



He packed the meat from the calf and the top of the foot into freezer bags for later but kept the sole meat out. Finally, with a paring knife, he carefully removed the meager but delicious meat from the toes, discarding the nails.



What was left was beautiful. It was a fully articulated skeletal foot and ankle, still bloody and with small bits of tendon and muscle clinging to it. Eric was amazed at how light it felt in his hands. Testing it, he was impressed by its resilience. The metatarsals would move and spread somewhat, but were firmly attached.



As he held it, Eric became suddenly aware that his erection was throbbing in anticipation as he pressed his cock against the bones, still moist with blood. He pressed harder, and the metatarsals spread… just… enough… and he was through.



It would have made for an odd and macabre photograph; Eric masturbating with a skeletal foot; his cock moving to and fro between the freshly dead bones. And it didn’t take long for him to cum again, his seed spilling onto the kitchen floor.



Eric placed the trophy bones back onto the cutting board and took a quick shower. After dressing, he returned to the kitchen and pulled out a skillet. “Boy,” he sighed, “have I worked up an appetite.”

 

[callmecaleb]

Would be love to be in the kitchen with Eric.
Chop. Lick. Slurp. Chew.

 

[Jfoot2002]

tell me, how would u kiss them? what else?

I would place one on my chest so I could feel the weight while I gave soft kisses to the sole of the other foot, pressing my face against it, and licking between the toes. I would then press both feet against my face, and also take them with me in my knapsack when I went out, so they’re near me. when they got a bit old I would stew them.

 

[stustustugoo]

my feet in a stew????
mmmmm, sounds good to me!!!!

 

[stustustugoo]

wow!!!!!!!! bravo, bravo....... my soles are honored!!!!!!!!!!

 

[callmecaleb]

my feet in a stew????
mmmmm, sounds good to me!!!!

Tasty

 

[Corpse4U]

thank u mr corpse 4 u, for making me the object of your desires in your incredible and super horny story!
i must admir, i do look hot laying there on the log..................

And now, the final chapter

Aftermath



Eric woke early the next day with an uneasy feeling, as though there was something important he had forgotten. He glanced at the skeletal foot on his nightstand and realized what it was; there was still work to be done.



He stopped at the hardware store on the way to the forest, purchased a large blue plastic tarpaulin and some synthetic twine, and drove back to the spot that for years had been his favorite getaway. But now that spot held a much deeper satisfaction for him than he had ever dared to imagine possible.



He gathered the tarpaulin and twine from his trunk and, settling the tarp on his shoulder, walked eagerly back to the place where he had left a most exquisite corpse less that 24 hours earlier.



There, in the small clearing, he gazed upon it. Still lying naked on the ground, empty eyes staring into the heavens, flaccid cock, compliant hands gracefully positioned at its side. And sans one foot. Fortunately, the corpse’s flesh was only slightly mottled. Decay was only in its infant stages.



Eric dropped the tarp onto the leafy ground and knelt over the body, HIS body. He caressed its abdomen and chest, then held its cold left arm in his hands, lifting it and brushing its limp fingers against his lips. His cock was throbbing in anticipation. He brushed away the few ants that had begun to gather near the bullet wound, eyes and ankle stump, and rolled the body onto the center of the tarp. He then wrapped his package and secured it with twine.



Fortunately, the small clearing was much closer to his parking spot than his intended campsite, so he only needed to drag the splendid package a few hundred feet to get to his car and the trunk, where he placed the body most tenderly.



Once safely home in his garage, he closed the door and lifted the bundle from his trunk. He carried it into the kitchen, where he placed it on the floor, untied the twine and spread open the blue plastic sheet. Before him laid a magnificent corpse, whose ruggedly handsome features had not diminished in death. If anything, death had made this man more enticing than he ever could have been under the spell of his own free will. Transformed into a mere object, he had become irresistible.



Eric tilted the man’s head backwards, and easily opened his mouth so widely that in life, it would have been painful. But in death it was a mere clinical gesture with no consequence whatsoever. He noticed suddenly that the man’s eyes had become cloudy. They were no longer “looking” upward; they were clearly the eyes of a dead man now.



Eric undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the kitchen floor. Kneeling just above the man’s head, he placed one hand onto the corpse’s cold hairy chest and the other on his own cock. He then inserted it slowly into the gaping mouth. Sliding into the slippery dampness that was a dead throat was something akin to diving into the North Sea; it was cold and exciting. He thrust deeper, then began a violent to and fro, without a twitch of muscle or any protestation from his lover. The beautiful dead hands made no attempt to fight, but lay perfectly still while Eric rammed his member deeply and fiercely into the cold depths of his lover’s dead throat. Then a low rumble began in Eric’s groin. It came through his mouth as a soft moan at first, and then it grew louder. Then his body began to spasm; his thrusts became convulsions of ecstasy; and he exploded large quantities of cum into the cooling depths of what only a day earlier had been a living person.



As he pulled out, Eric felt pain and realized he had been scraping his cock against the man’s incisors. “Fuck!” He said out loud. “I probably should have knocked those out first.”



Eric carried the body, tarp and all, into his bedroom, where he placed it onto the center of his bed, then spread out the plastic so that it covered the entire mattress under the body.



He moved to the base of the bed and examined the man’s remaining (left) foot. He picked it up and admired the small wound where he had removed a small chunk from the ball the day before. He dropped the foot and it fell heavily back to the bed. Eric then retrieved a hacksaw from the garage and was able to quickly remove the foot at the ankle. “Much easier than a pocket knife,” he mused.



Holding the severed left foot under his nose, Eric thought it smelled woodsy, with a hint of sweat and musk. “They should make a cologne,” he thought, as he stuck his nose between the toes. He then moved the amputated foot slowly, sensually along the man’s lower leg, up his thigh, and onto his smooth, flat stomach. “When you woke up yesterday morning, I’ll bet you didn’t imagine you’d be walking on yourself a day later, did you?” Eric said, playfully. He proceeded to move the foot up the man’s chest and neck, resting, finally, on his cheek. All the while, the man’s cloudy, unblinking eyes stared blankly ahead, his still-gaping mouth frozen in a silent scream.



Eric grabbed his saw and easily removed the man’s right arm at the shoulder. He then laid on the tarp next to his corpse and placed the severed arm on his own chest, wrapping the dead fingers loosely around his own neck. The cool weight on his chest and stomach felt pleasing as he ran his fingers gently over the musculature surrounding its humerus, ulna and radius. He then picked up the foot and rubbed it against his cock, which by now had been as hard as a salami for some time.



Body by his side, severed arm on his chest, stomach and neck, Eric fucked the foot, it’s ball, heel and toes. He rubbed his cock into and around the wound in the ball pad, imagining all the places the sole of this foot had been, and all the burdens it had carried, but would never carry again. He fucked between and all around the toes that would never move again on their own accord. He marveled at how this large, wide and musky foot was at once so compact, but also so significant; first to one man, and now significant to another who would forever cherish it. “Thank. You. For… Your… SACRIFICE!!!!” Eric screamed, as he ejaculated all over the foot, the severed arm, and his own stomach and chest.



Eric held the foot to his face and licked off some of his own cum. He held the foot slightly away and admired it. He smiled and said, “I think this has been a good day for both of us.”

 

[Jfoot2002]

I love it! Especially how the foot was so significant to him. Having the sensation of the boys, dead fingers, caressing your neck while fucking the foot is amazing.

 

[Corpse4U]

I love it! Especially how the foot was so significant to him. Having the sensation of the boys, dead fingers, caressing your neck while fucking the foot is amazing.

I’m really glad you enjoyed it! Thanks!