Close Shave

I let the front of Greg’s shorts slide back up over his
manhood. I must have gone temporarily insane to take such
risks.

With my sanity somewhat intact I laid back, sweating,
aching with need. The air inside the camper had become
heavy, too heavy to breathe. I went outside where the night
air was cool and fresh, but the fire within still raged, out
of control, an inferno of pent up desire.

A small picnic area, near to, but out of sight of the
camper, is where I found myself. The persistent throbbing of
an unrelenting hardon had become more than I could endure.
There in the shadows of starlight, amongst the picnic tables,
barbecue pits and the subtle chatter of night creatures, I
stripped out of my shorts.

Covered with moon glow I laid back on one of the tables
jacking off. I was close to climax when a sudden stillness
alerted me to watching eyes. I sat up and reached for my
shorts.

In a voice that was little more than a whisper, I heard.
“Please don’t do that.”

Greg stepped out of the shadows, his porcelain-like skin
appeared to be glowing in the shimmering luminescence of
night. “I would love it if you would finishing what you
stated,” he said, sliding down his shorts, liberating his
creamy white cock.

“You were awake?”

He came closer. “Through most of it, I think.” He
stepped up onto the bench type seat, his scrumptious cock
wagged temptingly in my face. “I believe you were about to
suck me.”

I reached up, cupping his silky smooth ball-sac in the
palm of my hand. His balls were heavy, swollen with an
abundance of succulent nectar. Leaning forward, I drew his
velveteen bangers into my sodden mouth, tonguing them briefly
before turning my attention to his quivering six inch cock.

The head of his cock was as moist with dew as the leaves
of the trees. The tartness of his sticky ejaculate oozed
across the surface of my hot tongue like an oil slick,
drowning my taste buds with the full gusto of his manhood.

While I greedily sucked his delicious fuck muscle, Greg
played with my cock, his fingers expertly worked my snug
foreskin back and forth until my tingling knob was swimming
in pre—cum. I longed desperately to bury my pulsating ramrod
in either his mouth, or his ass. The choice was his. I just
needed to be inside him.

I slid back onto the table and Greg came down beside me,
shoving his handsome face between my legs. His hot lashing
tongue gave me goose bumps as it lapped seductively up and
down the responsive underbelly of my jerking cock.

Lying head to toe on our sides, facing one another, I
lifted Greg’s leg and draped it back over my chest, opening
up the entire array of goodies that awaited me between his
yawning legs. God knows, I wanted to sample all his
magnificent body had to offer.

Greg’s warm cock throbbed lustfully against the side of
my neck as my slippery tongue invaded the narrow stretch of
sensual flesh between his ass and balls. His silky smooth
balls tightened against my Adam’s apple as I licked along the
hairless ridge that led into the dank depths of his firm,
round ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue. Would you like
that? Would you like having my hot, juicy tongue up your
ass?”

Slurping greedily, Greg spit out the head of my cock.
“Oh God, yes. Tongue fuck me. Eat my manhole. Get me wet
and ready for your cock.”

My tongue fluttered over his flexing pucker. “Umm, so
you like being on the bottom. You like getting fucked.”

“Ah yeah, I love it,” he sighed, smearing his soppy lips
with the pre-cum that wept in abundance from my pisshole. “I
can hardly wait to feel your big ramrod inside me.”

I pressed my lips to his wrinkled orifice and rammed my
tongue deep into his anal passage. His body lurched
uncontrollably as he surrendered his tasty fuckhole to the
will of my probing oral spike.

“Oh damn, that feels good. Eat me, man. Stick your
tongue all the way up my butt. Yeah that’s it. Ah shit, you
really know how to eat ass.”

After packing his tight bunghole with globs of drool, I
couldn’t resist sucking his cock again. The pungent flavor
of his manhood was intoxicating. By the time I finally came
up for air, my head was spinning.