Page 20 of Muscle Cub

He was letting me play with him.

Anything.

He arched an eyebrow like we shared some devious, delicious secret.

I grabbed his cock around the base, opened my mouth wide, and took as much of him as I could all at once.

I held him there, tasting his brine on my tongue, letting the heat of him fill my mouth. He writhed on the bed, cursing, talking out of his head like he might have been dreaming.

I hadn’t even moved my tongue yet, but taking his reaction as encouragement, I began to suck in earnest.

After a few minutes of wordless cries, he tugged the neck of my shirt. I’d remained fully clothed the entire time, but it wasn’t because of modesty or even insecurity. I’d simply forgotten myself in him.

“Take everything off,” he whispered. “I want to see you too.”

I allowed him to strip my shirt over my head, only releasing his cock with an audible pop at the last possible second. I stood clumsily, unbuttoned my shorts, shoved them with my boxer briefs down my legs, and stepped out of them.

Still wearing my socks.

This was the clothing option I couldn’t fail to catalog. Nothing felt more naked than being almost naked in socks. If it turned Austin off, he was kind enough not to show it.

My dick swung heavily, filling faster now that it was freed.

Austin’s grin turned wolfish. He sat up on the mattress and pulled at the backs of my thighs, gently nuzzling my balls and pressing his cheek against my cock.

It felt amazing, but I couldn’t remain standing in a stooped position, so I squatted at the foot of the bed.

“Come back up here,” Austin said.

I surreptitiously stripped off my socks, crawled between his legs, and pushed him flat on his back again. That was when I finally experienced the sensation of my fully naked body against his.

I didn’t want to change anything, but there was no universe where I could have also stayed still. I moved on top of him, humping, frotting, trying to find every possible nuance of contact.

We were too tightly intertwined to kiss. I groaned, and he murmured “Fuuuck” into the side of my neck like he couldn’t believe this was happening any more than I could.

I felt like I was seconds away from shooting all over his belly—which was a miracle in its own right, one I didn’t want to squander—but I didn’t want any of this to end, so I let the sensation pass and kept driving along that edge.

“D’you wanna fuck me?” he whispered.

I’d lost my faculty for words, but I managed an affirmative grunt.

Austin raised his head and strained to peer at my backpack in the corner. “You got some kind of little trick kit around here somewhere?”

Indeed I had. With a flourish, I produced a clear zipper pouch with a brand-new box of condoms, a pristinely new bottle of lube, and the full, unopened bottle of ED medication I’d acquired in time for this weekend. It was still in the paper bag from the pharmacy with the prescription information stapled to the front. The pills rattled like maracas.

Austin chuckled. “Blue ones or yellow ones?”

“Uh…” Were they yellow? I hadn’t seen them yet. My doctor had said most people found the side effects more tolerable. “Not the blue ones.”

“Okay.” Austin grimaced. “Well, the yellow ones work more slowly. They’re usually more effective if you take them some time before you’re gonna get lucky.” A frustrated sound escaped my mouth, and he rushed on. “But it’s cool. It’ll be fine.”

I didn’t care so much that Austin knew I needed the pills, but I was mortified I hadn’t known to take them in time.

Unless I’d been scheduling date night with a partner, an adventurous weekend at a naked campground should have been the ideal circumstance for predicting when I might get lucky.

The last thing I needed at that moment was to contemplate my luck, and now there was also packaging to contend with.

I managed to shake out a tablet and place it under my tongue. It was probably way too late, but I prayed it might somehow get into my bloodstream faster.