Bunny Tales: Shifting Sands (Quicksand encasement, gay meet)

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Bunny Tales: Shifting Sands (Quicksand encasement, gay meet)

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This is a work of complete fantasy; solo play with quicksand is absolutely NOT a good idea!!


Shifting Sands

The footpath running parallel with the estuary came to an abrupt end just before the river mouth opened out and flowed into the sea. At the end of the path a short strip of wild grass gave way to the fine sand of a dune that dropped down to the edge of the flowing river mouth. Following the leftward bend of the bank, Bunny appreciated the feel of the dry, warm sand beneath his bare feet. About six or so feet to his right, the sand took on an altogether wetter appearance, as it banked down to the water’s edge. This sand Bunny knew, would not be so warm and also not as supportive to his modest weight; shifting quicksands were a constant feature of this area and at this early hour of the morning especially, the June waters that constituted the viscous traps this close to the estuary would be very cold indeed. The soft, yielding sand that Bunny had in mind was a little further around the coastline and a good bit further away from the sea edge. This stretch of the beach was sparsely visited at the best of times, but here at 5.30 in the morning, the chances of meeting another person were remote indeed. The guest house in which Bunny was staying was a good half an hour walk away, and the only other two guests were an elderly couple who did not stray further that the quiet High Street of the small seaside village. After another ten minutes of solitary walking, the sound of water flowing into the sea from the estuary mouth gave way to the gentle ebb and flow of the summer tide as it receded. Ahead and close up to the rising bank that enclosed the beach, Bunny saw what he was looking for.

A strip of wet looking sand about ten feet in width and around twice as long dipped down a good few inches below the level of the rest of the beach. Little runnels of water pooled in various spots of the strip and along its rear length, just where the bank began to rise, sporadic long tufts of wild grass sprouted up. Bunny had a good look around; he was quite alone. Pulse rate rising in anticipation, he removed the thin fleece that covered the tight fitting running vest that was tucked into his equally figure-hugging running tights. Bunny stepped into the middle of the soggy looking strip of sand and knew straight away that he had made a good choice. Almost immediately, the sand surrounding Bunny’s feet began to bubble with a distant almost fizzing sound. He stepped up and down firmly once, twice, three times, in exaggerated military style, and before a fourth marching step could be taken, his right foot was sucked down into the sand up to his ankle. Pressing down with his left foot, the same happened to that as well. The sand around his feet was by now beginning to ripple and some of the previously static little runnels of water flow steadily towards his sand-hugged ankles. Bunny made stepping motions and the sand took his feet further down. He felt wet sand flow over and press down on his submerged feet, and very soon he was calf-deep in the pool of quicksand. “Nature’s bondage,” Bunny said aloud and struggled some more, as the wet, sucking sand claimed his knees. By the time he had sunk thigh-deep, Bunny felt the sand beneath his feet firm up, and he realised that he had probably descended into this quicksand pool as far as was possible. No matter, the morning was young and the beach still empty, so time enough to find some sand with a little more “give”. Bunny set about getting free by leaning back as far as he possibly could, and beginning to work his right leg free with circular motions, as much as he was able. One of the problems with quicksand is that the more a limb is encased by the viscous substance, the more it “sets” and therefore leverage all but disappears. This was of course one of the main reasons that quicksand could prove fatal. Contrary to Hollywood lore, people do not completely sink under quicksand; buoyancy simply will not enable that fate to occur. Most victims will only sink to waist or chest height, but the problem is having no leverage to help effect an escape. Thus panicked, people stuck in quicksand are more likely to become dangerously dehydrated, exposed to the cold of the enveloping sand or even overcome by incoming tides. Bunny however did not worry about these things. Of course it would be much easier to not have to explain his predicament if he did get stuck, but should that eventuality occur, he knew that quiet as it was now, sometime within the next few hours, other people would find their way to the beach. After much gentle but persistent working of his legs, Bunny began to lean further back into the quicksand as his right leg broke the surface. A few more minutes and he was free, shuffling himself backwards onto firmer ground. He stood up and began jogging on the spot in order to keep somewhat warm. The sun was steadily rising and already he could tell that the temperature was favourable. Bunny continued walking along the widening beach. The bank to his left became steeper and he knew that over the crest some twenty feet above, grazing farmland stretched a good distance before a road was encountered. About half a mile ahead, a well established footpath began from halfway up the more gradually sloping dune and wound its way back to the village. By mid-morning, almost certainly other folk would be on or around the beach. Despite the hazardous quicksands, it was a most delightful stretch of coast. Very soon, Bunny became aware that a significant stretch of the beach before him had that tell-tale wet, glistening quality that alerted him to the very likely presence of quicksand. Excitedly, Bunny ran forward and indeed, the ground beneath him soon began to ripple around him. He stopped and recommenced some vigorous on-the-spot jogging, and once again, the shifting sands claimed his feet and ankles. This time, Bunny’s descent was more rapid and very soon, his throbbing penis felt the enclosing grip of the sand as he sank to his waist. He placed both hands flat on the sand either side of him and pushed down. Both hands sank with absolutely no purchase for leverage at all; he withdrew his hands and became very still. Bunny knew that right now, he was very close to being at the point of his viscous incarceration where a solo escape would be incredibly challenging if at all possible. With a bodily charge that was simultaneously one of anxiety and also aroused excitement, Bunny comprehended that he would be trapped for a very long time.

Over the next half hour or so, Bunny would occasionally attempt to make stepping motions under the quicksand that trapped him, with the inevitable result that he would descend even further into its tenacious embrace. Eventually, with the cold, wet sand just touching the base of his nipples, he realised that the buoyancy theory had come into play. Even with continued “stepping” movements, Bunny’s body seemed to resist further sinking. He tried to lean back into the sand, but once more, lack of leverage made this seem almost impossible. He took a deep breath, and was relieved to find that he was well able to expand his chest, so no panic there. Making himself become as still as possible, he could feel the sand around his body firm up ever so slightly. He slapped the surface again and noticed that the rippling effect of the sand was also much less than when he commenced his sinking. Bunny closed his eyes and began to drift away into that semi-conscious state of bliss that most bondage sessions would frequently elicit. “Hullo!” chimed a cheerful voice. Bunny opened his eyes to see a well-proportioned man of about thirty standing a short distance away towards the shoreline. His tanned, dark hair enclosed face split with a wide smile. “Need any help there?” he asked. Bunny noticed that the man was wearing a one-piece black wetsuit which was caked over much of its surface area with drying patches of sand. Not only was his sudden companion utterly beautiful to behold, but he would also seem to share a similar interest to his own. Bunny decided to go for broke. “I’m absolutely fine for now, thanks, but if you would care to join me, I would be delighted?” The man’s smile widened even more, and with a single leap, he landed a few feet away from Bunny’s chest, and began to work the sand with his smooth, well pedicured feet. Very soon, he was submerged to his knees, and looking Bunny straight in the eyes announced, “I’m Seb.”
“Bunny.”
“How about giving me a hand?” Seb asked. Bunny reached out, grabbed him by the buttocks and began to pull him downwards. Seb continued to treadle the sand and before too long, was also submerged up to his chest. Bunny felt pressure against his left inner ankle, and realised that Seb’s feet were making contact with his own. Shortly, they had both manoeuvred their lower bodies so that their legs entwined. As if reading each others minds, they reached out towards one another and, with great effort pulled their bodies as close together as the thick pool would allow. Wet sand bubbled and hissed between their now touching chests and Seb surprised Bunny by suddenly lunging his head forwards so that their mouths made contact, and thrust his tongue deep into Bunny’s cavity. Their lips locked around the urgently probing tongues and Bunny felt a raging erection force itself against his tights and the encasing sand. Lost in a reverie of pure bliss, Bunny felt more pressure against his swollen penis and realised that Seb had forced his right hand down into the quicksand and was trying to gain access to the waist of his running tights. Bunny immediately followed suit and thrust his right hand through the quicksand and similarly sought out Seb’s groin. The deep kiss became more intense and urgent as finally each captive took firm hold of his neighbour’s erect member. Wrists pumped away as well as they could against the restrictive surroundings and Bunny felt grains of sand roughly chaffing his most delicate skin. Seb must have come first, as he suddenly bit down hard on Bunny’s tongue, moaning deeply and exhaling spittle around Bunny’s lips and over his cheeks. Mere seconds later, a deep, explosive orgasm caused Bunny to similarly moan with overwhelming pleasure. Sated and breathing hard, both men withdrew their sand-coated arms and took each other into a firm, contented embrace. After a long, silently shared moment of mutual gratitude between two entwined bodies submerged to their chests in the pool of quicksand, Seb eventually broke the silence.
“Now, how the heck do we get out of this?”
“You know, I’m not in too much of a rush, myself.” Bunny said with a wry grin. Both men laughed and with a little more tenderness this time, kissed long and deeply again. Becoming ever more faint, the sound of the gently lapping, receding waters continued along the otherwise still deserted beach.
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Re: Bunny Tales: Shifting Sands (Quicksand encasement, gay m

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hogfan-sub wrote:pool of quicksand. “Nature’s bondage,”
That would be so perfect, from nature.
hogfan-sub wrote:This is a work of complete fantasy; solo play with quicksand is absolutely NOT a good idea!!
Damn!
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