When I come up for air, he’s almost drunk on pleasure.
His head sinks back against the pillow as I kiss along his collarbone.
And I keep going with my hand.
No rest for the wicked.
I speak low in his ear.
“What would you think about, when you felt that cum spill?”
Marco's reply is hushed, as though he might get in trouble.
“Having a thick, slippery cock in my ass.”
“Yeah?” I whisper. “That's so naughty.”
Our eyes lock for a moment, his body nearing the verge of desire.
“Amos…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Take me to the tree.”
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Barefoot with pants askew, we stagger out of the tent.
Sunlight skims the horizon, but the river runs dark beside us.
Naked back against the smooth base of the trunk, he slides his pajamas down.
I remove them completely, hanging them on a branch next to mine.
“Thick and slippery?” I flirt.
“You know how I like it.”
“Then first, let me finish what I started.”
I kneel at his feet, mouth hungry for more.
He’s already so close to the brink, it doesn’t take long.
And when he creams, I scoop it with my hand.
Coating my dick, I make it wet.
With a few flicks of my wrist, I’m ready.
Lifting Marco higher, I curl my arms beneath his thighs.
Easing inside him, my buttocks tighten with each thrust.
From this angle I can fill him so deep.
He grips my shoulders.
