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“Damn, you’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?” he asks.

I glance over my shoulder, seeing that look of desire in his eyes, that lust that makes me feel like I’m the hottest guy in the world.

“Don’t make me fucking wait for it,” I tell him.

He rises to his feet and comes up behind me, glancing down my body.

“Taking in the view?” I ask.

“Thoroughly enjoying it is more like it.”

Even with just my pants on, I feel like I’m totally vulnerable. I like when he’s in charge, making me feel submissive to him.

He licks his middle finger and forefinger and pushes them between my ass cheeks, sticking the tips in my hole and moving them in circles inside me.

“Jesus Christ, Mikey. How do you fucking do this to me?”

He moves in close, kissing behind my ear.

The nerves he stimulates erupt with tingling sensations.

I toss my head back, then shift it to the side and kiss him.

He continues pleasuring my hole with one hand, and I hear him undoing his belt with the other.

The thought of nearing that moment where he’s pushing into me fills me with excitement.

He doesn’t leave me in suspense for long. Soon, he’s suited and lubed up and ready to go, sliding his cock into my willing ass.

The pressure is powerful. My body is tense from a chill in the air. Goosebumps prick across my flesh as he slides inside, the lubrication making his work so much easier than when we used lotion those first few times.

I wrap my arms around the tree and cling onto it for support as he presses within me, offering a gentle stroke down my back to my ass, which he squeezes gently.

Pushing deeper and deeper, he arouses and excites all those nerves within me that feel so good.

The pressure he fills me with makes my cock hard as a rock. I let one arm fall, and I stroke my dick to offer it some ease.

“You like me inside you like this, Scott?” I like the playfulness in his tone—so carefree compared to when we first came out here. He’s obviously enjoying this experience as much as I wanted him to—taking me, possessing me. “Groan for me,” he orders.

I’ve kept quiet because I didn’t want to rouse any attention if there was anyone nearby, but now that he’s requested a performance, I fully intend to give him one worthy of what he’s giving me. I offer a light groan first, but as he digs into my ass, I offer another much louder one that, if anyone was nearby, they’d easily hear.

“Give it to me, Mikey. Harder.”

He fucks me like the stud he is, pushing that fully erect girth deep within me, as deep as he can, and I moan because damn, it feels so good.

I notice him shifting about through my periphery, and I turn to see him removing his shirt.

Sweat rushes down his face.

He’s already put in quite the workout, and I’m pleased to see his energy isn’t waning.

He pets my ass as I accept him eagerly and greedily as every force that hits my prostate stirs and excites nerves that ripple up my body.

My arousal climbs and climbs.

“Give that dick to me.” He leans down so that his torso is against my back. Reaching around, he snatches my cock from me, and I don’t put up any resistance. He strokes with such skill. I keep thinking,Where did he learn this?But I realize he has his own dick, and this must be what he does to get himself off. And it works like a fucking charm as he twists his wrist, rubbing his thumb over the head, exciting it, thrilling me to a point where I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to keep from coming.

I can feel my balls shifting, tightening.