by hangdogmi September 2015
The woods were quiet as I hiked down the trail through the big park a little ways out of the city. I liked this trail the last few times I’d hiked it, but those were weekend visits and there were always too many people. It’s a Tuesday this time, so it’s only me and birds and the occasional chipmunk chattering in the underbrush. I wore snug jeans, sneakers, and a loose t-shirt that let air in to cool my torso. I didn’t stop to nature-watch, because I was thinking more of what I was going to do with the rope in the small backpack I had.
I was headed toward a particular tree a little ways off the trail, about a half-hour from the parking lot where I left my car. It was a large, older tree with good stout limbs only a couple of feet over my head. The rope in my backpack would look good dangling from one of the limbs. Then I’d put my head through it and dangle, too.
It’s not that I was suicidal, really. I was a kid when I discovered how much I liked tying things around my neck, around the time I discovered masturbation. The more I did it, the more my fantasy developed. I progressed, slowly at first, from a belt to a bicycle inner tube to rope, and then to wanting to get the rope really tight, At 30, my current age, I hadn’t gotten my feet off the ground yet, but I’d done tiptoes, and now I wanted to try going a little farther. I thought I could get out of it if I did hang with my feet off the ground. I realized I could end up dead, but ... maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. I really wanted to get the rope thing right.
The farther I walked, the more I thought about my plan, and my cock began to snake down my pant leg. My heartbeat was faster, more due to my thoughts than exertion. I was kind of crazy from being so noose-horny. Five steps past a trail blaze, I headed off the trail to the right into the woods. A few more minutes, and a left turn, and there was the tree.
And there was a man
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