“Oh?”
“Come closer…”
I lower my ear to his mouth.
“This is where I had my first orgasm.”
“Here, by the river?”
The thought of him playing solo always makes me hard.
And these past few months he’s taught me that I have a little fetish for the outdoors.
“Most of the time I just needed somewhere to escape. But this is also where I’d come when I… came.”
I’m already unbuttoning his pajama pants.
I’m not shy about where my hand ventures.
“Continue,” I implore. “I like this story.”
Marco is shy all of a sudden.
“Tell me…” I whisper. “Tell me while I tease you.”
“I started waking with a stiffy,” he reveals. “Like most teenage boys, I guess. I'd wander across the bridge at dawn, or sometimes late at night. You know, whenever I was feeling…” “Feeling what?”
I tighten my grip as I stroke him.
“Horny as hell,” he gasps.
Oooh, I’ve got him all flustered.
“And then I'd... you know.”
“Say it.”
Shuffling under the blanket, my mouth crowns the head.
His breath shallows, words spilling out all at once.
“I'd lean back against that tree, around the side there… where no one could see me. Dick in my hand, pants around my ankles. Fuck, it felt good.”
“Like this?” I suggest.
I take him in a little deeper.
My thumb and fingers create gentle friction below my lips each time I reach the tip.
“Ohhh… fuck you,” he groans.
Fuck you harder.
I know your body well.
With an arch of his hips, he tries to slow the rhythm.
He wants it so bad.
