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“Walking out on me. Crashing my vacation. Dropping my bag in the river. Take your pick. Now get up here and fuck my face.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Jackson raised himself onto his knees and got naked at lightning speed, giving Corbin a mouth-watering view of what he’d just been handling.
“Even your cock is gorgeous,” he whispered, mouth salivating in anticipation of having that meaty length down his throat.
Jackson fisted himself as he looked down at Corbin. “So are you.” He leaned over, kissed Corbin, tongue flicking against his lips until Corbin opened and let him inside. They groaned as Jackson explored and teased, then pulled back to replace his tongue with his cock. He was leaking, smearing precum on Corbin’s cheeks as he teased them both by smacking his dick across Corbin’s face. Corbin opened his mouth, tried to catch it, but Jackson kept himself just out of reach until Corbin reached out, grabbed hold of him, then swallowed him.
“Jeeez…us, Cor,” Jackson whispered, voice full of reverence.
Corbin hummed and sucked. Pulling back, he swirled the tip of his tongue into Jackson’s slit, stroked along the ridge of his glans and nipped at that silky flesh. He was so turned on. He was going to come without anything touching his cock and turned his gaze to watch Jackson’s face when Corbin swallowed that gorgeous dick to the back of his throat.
Jackson’s eyes rolled up, and he threw his head back, gritting his teeth to keep his climax at bay.
Easing up so he could speak, Corbin told him, “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel you.” Then closed his mouth around Jackson’s cock and worked his length with his tongue and throat.
Everything went still as Jackson’s mouth opened on a soundless scream and his entire body trembled as his climax tore through his body. He jammed his fist in his mouth to try to keep from making a sound, but it was a futile effort as he shouted, then cursed as his cum poured down Corbin’s willing and grateful throat. The force and taste of that cascade tipped Corbin over the edge as he swallowed and came in a blaze of heat and white light.
Gasping, Jackson slumped, then collapsed, falling to Corbin’s side with a sigh. They lay side by side, both gasping for air. Jackson recovered first and propped himself up on an elbow. He traced Corbin’s swollen lips with the tip of his finger, then leaned down to kiss him.
“Feel free to drop your tent in the river,” he said, and Corbin knew it was over. He couldn’t fight this man any longer.
Drawing Jackson down once again, Corbin whispered, “Maybe I’ll drop your tent instead. Mine’s much more intimate.”
They laughed, but that night, when the guides set up the tents, they left Corbin’s in his dry bag, and set Jackson’s up far away from the rest of the group.
They did it again the next night, but this time, they left a couple of bandanas in the tent, and Corbin used one of them to tie Jackson’s hands together and the other as a gag to keep him quiet while Corbin rimmed him, and finger fucked him until he came.
For the final night, Corbin had something…different in mind.
Their last night on the river would be spent on a quiet stretch that was shaded by willow trees by the water and a grove of aspen far enough from the camp site, no one would be able to hear them. Or see them, which, Corbin thought, might be more of an issue given what he had in mind.
As soon as they reached the put out spot, Corbin retrieved his dry bag and withdrew the items he’d made sure to stow on the top. A quick kiss to Jackson’s cheek and a whisper that his stomach was a bit upset was enough to keep the man from following him as he set off for the aspens. Ten minutes later, he found the perfect spot. Far enough away from the camp that he couldn’t hear any of their voices, but not so far away that they’d be in danger of getting lost in the dark or, worse, encountering curious wildlife.
Corbin could barely eat during dinner even though it was delicious. Jackson sat next to him and asked if anything was wrong, but Corbin only shrugged. In truth, he was counting down the minutes until he could lead Jackson out of the camp without everyone’s eyes following them. Also, in truth, he was a bit nervous that Jackson would take one look at what he’d set up, tell him to fuck off, and head back to camp.
Since it was the final night of the trip, people lingered around the fire longer than they had on previous nights. Corbin usually felt the desire to hold onto this magic bubble of time for as long as possible, but not tonight. He finally decided he’d had enough when someone decided to tell ghost stories. Nudging Jackson’s knee with his own, Corbin gave a slight nod of his head toward the trees when Jackson turned his way, then licked his lips as Jackson’s eyes caught fire.
As unobtrusively as possible, Corbin extricated himself from the group, first heading to toward the cook table as if he was going to get more dessert, then fading towards the edge of the camp. When no one was looking his way, he took a few steps out of the circle of light and waited for Jackson to come to him.
He didn’t have long to wait. A minute. Three tops. And Jackson was in his arms, excitement and arousal already thrumming through his body. Corbin let himself be thoroughly kissed, then took Jackson by the hand and led him through the trees.
“Where are you taking me?” Jackson asked but followed willingly.
“It’s a surprise.”
It was relatively easy to find the area Corbin had prepared — something about which he’d been worried. He stepped aside to let Jackson see the way he’d rigged up ropes to two trees standing about six feet apart — arms’ distance if a man were standing with his arms stretched out from his side. The instant Jackson saw and realized what Corbin wanted, his breath hitched.
“Yes,” he breathed out.
Corbin led him to the trees and positioned him between them. “Strip,” he commanded, then set about making sure the ropes and the bandanas he’d attached to them were as he’d left them, all the while pretending he wasn’t watching Jackson remove every stitch of clothing.
When the man stood naked as the day he was born, Corbin picked up one of the ropes and wound the bandana around Jackson’s wrist. “Too tight? Too loose?”
“It’s fine. Good.”
Corbin checked Jackson’s eyes, loving that he was already letting go. Before he picked up the other rope, he had to ask. “Safe word?”
With a wry smile, Jackson stared at him. “Rim job.”
