His touch feels so warm on this cool evening.
As he kisses my neck, I say, “Let me help you forget.”
He drops down onto his knees, unfastens my belt, and unzips my fly.
What is he doing? I thought I’d blow him, but if this is what he wants, I sure as fuck am not going to fight him.
He pulls my jeans and boxers down, and I glance around to make sure this place is as private as it seems.
Nothing in sight but the woods around us.
My cock sticks straight out, begging for him to take it in his mouth. But he goes for my balls instead, licking, playing, teasing. He moves the fingers of his right hand up my leg before reaching that sweet spot just behind my balls.
The rush it stirs forces me to clench my ass cheeks together.
“God, you taste good.” He licks before glancing up at me like he wants to see if what he’s doing is stimulating me.
“That feels fucking amazing, Mikey.”
I can’t tell if it’s the physical chemistry between us or if he’s this fucking good at what he does, but there’s a heat that covers my body, leaving me filled with anticipation and excitement. Whatever Mikey does for me fills me with an energy I can’t explain, a powerful force that races through my entire body.
It leaves me begging for more. Wanting him to take me. All of me. In whatever way he wants.
He licks from my balls across to the bottom of my shaft before sliding my dick into his mouth and moving his head back and forth.
His mouth is so wet, like he’s been salivating for this cock ever since we started kissing.
I lean back against the tree as he cups my balls tightly with one hand and then brings his other to stroke my shaft in sync with his sucking.
“How did you fucking learn to work a cock like that?” I ask.
It seems like he wouldn’t be this good since he’s only been with women. But I guess this is a talent he’s picked up from listening to women’s bodies, seeing what works and what doesn’t.
He slides the hand on my balls back and pushes his middle finger up to my asshole, massaging in circles while continuing his intense blowjob.
“God, I wish you were inside me right now,” I say.
He pulls my cock out of his mouth and gasps for air. I don’t know why that turns me on even more. I like the thought of him being that invested in my dick.
“Let’s do it then.” He reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a condom.
“What the fuck?”
“I try to always be prepared, especially when I’m fucking someone who turns me on as much as you do.”
The look he gives me—playful, filled with desire—arouses me even more. He reaches into his side pocket and fishes out a small packet of lube.
“Where the fuck did you get that?” I ask.
“That gas station we stopped at when we took the U-Haul back. I figured we might get a chance to use it tonight when we got back to the condo, but looks like Christmas came early.”
“Oh, it’ll come alright.”
I’m thrilled he had the foresight to think of it. Probably because he’s a fucking sex machine. This is his life with women. This is the kind of stud he is. The kind who could run into sex at any time and just needs to be ready for the occasion. But it certainly benefits me that he’s prepared, so I can’t complain. In fact, everything about his previous sex life is why he’s such an incredible lay now, so I’m more than happy with the manwhore he’s been.
“Are you serious right now?” I can’t believe what we’re going to do. Getting a BJ in the woods is one thing. But anal? I never did that in public, and was certainly never prepared enough to give it.
I don’t wait for him to respond to my question, though. I whirl around and toss my shirt off before leaning up against the tree.
