Yeah, that rock I lost my footing on? That's my all-time favorite rock. I'll need to remember to take it home with me.
Sky lowers us down on the big tree log but leaves me straddling him, and I'm not complaining.
He runs his teeth down my jaw, sucking the skin on my neck.
Please mark me. Fucking, please mark me.
"You taste so fucking good, Jud."
Sky's warm hands roam under my clothes, and I need more. I need him all over me.
I unzip my jacket and throw it on the ground, but when I go to unzip Sky's, he puts his hands on mine.
There's no time to wonder if this is already coming to an end because he removes his jacket and drapes it over the log behind me before pushing me back so I'm lying down.
I loosen my legs from around his waist as he covers my body with his. My dick is straining against my jeans, and I can't help bucking against him when he pushes my sweater up and sucks on my nipples one at a time until I'm a blubbering, moaning mess.
"You're so fucking sexy, Jud. One day you're gonna tell all about this ink on your body."
"Yes."
He comes up again, nipping at my lips.
"Can I taste you?" he asks.
"Please." My voice is raspy and needy.
Sky gives me one more kiss, and then his hands are busy opening the fly of my jeans. He strokes my cock over my boxer shorts, and the fabric rubbing against my erection borders on painful.
He lowers the elastic band over my cock, but the relief of being set free is only momentary because Sky takes it in his mouth until my cockhead hits his throat, and I let out a moan that I'm pretty sure people in Burlington can hear.
"Fuck…Sky…your mouth…Jesus…"
I can't even hold my head up to watch him because it feels so good. He wraps his hand around the base of my cock to stop me from coming, and then his mouth is on my balls.
Two months ago, I didn't even know Sky was gay, and now he's fucking taking the gay crown, the scepter, the whole fucking kingdom.
I'm desperately trying to come and alsonotcome because I don't want this to ever end. I want to feel Sky's strong hands exploring my body as if it's his to own.
"Please don't stop," I shout when I no longer feel his touch.
I look up, and the intensity of Sky's gaze is matched by how I feel. He undoes the buttons on his jeans and takes himself out.
He's…fuck, even his dick is perfect. My mouth waters at the sight of his big hand wrapped around his shaft. I ignore my own cock and sit up, but I can't just watch. I need to taste him.
Keeping my eyes on his, I get up from the log and kneel in front of him before I lower my head down until I can no longer keep eye contact. I wrap my hand over his and take his crown in my mouth.
His sweet and salty taste hits my tongue, and I suck, wanting to taste more of his flavor. Sky's other hand lands on my head to keep me there.
I remove my hand, and he gets the message, letting me suck on his crown while he teases his shaft just the way he likes.
We're in the middle of an orchard, wide open for anyone to see. Not that anyone would come this way, we're far away enough from the farm. But being out here like this, doing something we've never done before, feels forbidden and so goddamn erotic.
"Jud, I'm close."
My chest expands with the sound of Sky's struggling voice.
I release his cock and stand up, taking my previous position straddling him, and then I claim his mouth again.
