“Oh yeah? Wouldn’t have been a big, blabber-beaked Colton warbler, would it?”
He barks out a laugh. “Never heard of it.”
“Uh-huh,” I hum, poking at the side of my cheek with my tongue. “It wassupposedto be a surprise.”
“And I am surprised,” he protests, suddenly growing sullen, “but I’m just not sure it’s going to be enough. Kai owned more than half of this place.”
“I know, I did my research,” I tell him. “In between the crowd-source fundraiser thing the boys helped me set up, I’ve got most of Alder Notch spreading the word about the camp. One of Riley’s dads apparently makes commercials and stuff too, so I’ve reached out to him to see if he could do a piece about this place, once we get all the new activities in place—I’m assuming Colt told you about the obstacle course, and you must have seen the rope swing.”
He nods.
“Ok, well, I also took the liberty of looking into how we can install a ropes course here as well. I’m trying to think of ways we can invest in this place on the cheap, that way we can boost up camperships. I’ve looked at a lot of competitors’ summer camps, to see what they have going on—”
“Evan…” Brooks cuts me off, his dimples nearly popping off his cheeks from how hard he’s smiling.
“Yeah?”
“You can quit sucking up to the boss anytime now.”
“Okay, well,” I draw out the words, “what if I just… suckoffthe boss?”
Brooks reaches back and pulls the string, letting the canvas fall shut, bathing the tent in just the faint, flickering glow cast by an antique oil lamp I found. As he slowly starts undressing, he says. “Suck off, eat out, or stuff full, take your pick…”
At the offering ofstuffing full, I perk up. Brooks and I have yet to take our sexual exploration all the way yet, usually from having too much creativity with other non-penetrative sex. Brooks tells me he usually prefers that anyway—since there’s not much prep involved—and with him and his schedule, time is of the essence.
Fine by me, because I will take this beautiful man before me any which way I can get him.
“I have a surprise for you too,” Brooks hums, starting to undress.
When all his everyday clothes are off, he stands before me in the black, see-through corset bustier—the one that hugs his curves so tightly, which is why I requested it. He’s got on black hose stockings that end in a border of lace around his mid-thigh. They’re being held up by garters, attached to a satiny jock I don’t recognize—meaning he actually shopped for new stuff on his own. Me likey.
The added touch ofanothernew piece—a teeny, black-lace ruffled skirt—has my dick throbbing and looks so,sodamn good on him. He does a little spin for me, showing off the new ensemble in its totality, and pops his ass a couple times, just to get a rise out of me, I’m sure. Well, mission fuckin’ accomplished, because I amfullyrisen, and I just want to take a bite out of his perfect fucking peach.
Fuck, he looks like a wet dream. And the confidence and sensuality he’s found in wearing the lingerie, makes him all that much hotter. Now when I tell him he’s gorgeous in them, he doesn’t balk at me, heownsit.
He slowly bends at the waist, letting his palms slide down the smooth skin to his stockinged legs. Once he’s nearly bent completelyin half, I see a sparkling glint of pink peeking out at me from between his round asscheeks. I grip his ass with both my hands, and spread them a little wider, to see that the pink is actually a heart-shaped jewel.
“God damn, baby. Are you trying to kill me?” I huff out, my erection pressing hard against the zipper of my jeans.
“I hope there’s lube in here somewhere,” he tells me.
I chuckle. “I read the back of some of those books I stocked in here for you. There’sno wayyou’re not jerking off to some of those novels, Brooks. Yes, there’s lube in here.” I nod over to the side table next to the chair.
“You really are the most thoughtful man, Evan,” Brooks teases, though I know he’s serious enough about it every other time he’s told me the same thing. “Thought of everything except for how we’re going to doanythingwith those clothes of yours on.” He bites his lip and gives me a salacious grin.
I don’t think I’ve ever stripped so fast in my damn life.
Brooks chuckles, pressing his hands on my pecs and gently pushing me back to the chair. When the back of my knees hit the edge, he crowds me so I’m forced to sit back. Then he takes a step back, bowing out from where I’m reaching for him to sit on my lap.
He shakes his head. “This is for you. And I know you didn’t ask for anything in return, but I want to give this to you as a token of my appreciation for you, Evan. I love you.”
Brooks fishes his phone out of his discarded pants pocket, cues up “River” by Bishop Briggs, and oh, boy…
Ohhh, boyyy… I have no words. Hard for the brain to function properly, when all the blood in my body has suddenly drained south. Holy fucking shit, this man has got moves like a goddamned stripper.
He writhes in time to the beat, gyrating and moving to the music.
I can’t even. If I’m not buried inside this man tonight, you better just take me out back and send me out to pasture. I take it he likes the tent. He really, really likes the tent.
