“Yeah. It’s crazy to think all of this was naturally formed.”
Under the arch, closest to one of the sides, was a flat-topped rock that was barely big enough for both of us to sit on. I brushed the loose rock and dirt off the top and sat down. Ryan sat beside me and pulled his hood off. While he continued to look at the arches in the distance, I pulled my phone out and checked the radar.
“Damn,” I said and held the phone out for him to see. “Looks like the rain will be around for a little while longer.”
“It’s okay. It gives you a chance to rest,” he said.
“Or you a chance to rest.”
“Me? What?” Ryan made a face like he had no need to rest. “I could go on for miles,” he teased.
“I’m sure you can. Either way, I’m sorry the weather didn’t cooperate with us today.”
“Are you kidding? This has been great, Russell. Rain or not, the arches have been great to see. And, might I remind you, we don’t get much rain at home. So the rain hasn’t bothered me at all. We basically have the park to ourselves.”
I had enjoyed the empty park. Ryan felt comfortable enough to express himself with ease.
“It’s been nice not having other people out on the trails,” I agreed.
“Yeah. No one to look or stare when I want to hold your hand,” he said as he set his hand on top of mine. I turned my hand over so our palms touched. “No one to stare or whisper if they saw me kiss you,” he murmured as he leaned toward me. I met him in the middle and curled my hand around the back of his neck as our mouths locked on to one another.
Ryan definitely felt at ease knowing we were out here alone. While I loved this relaxed side of him, it saddened me he still felt he needed to be wary and reserved around people. I dragged my lips against his stubble up to his ear.
“No one around to see anything, Ryan,” I reminded him as I kissed his ear and moved my hand between his legs. I palmed his bulge and felt him push his groin against my hand. “Getting nice and hard?”
“Mhmm,” he mumbled.
I could tell he had been fighting himself and trying to keep still because his head started to make several movements, as if he were going to turn to face me. He finally stopped fighting the urge, and when he turned to me, he crushed his mouth against mine. His tongue ran rampant in my mouth as thunder rolled overhead.
“Russell.” He managed to say my name before magnetizing with my mouth again.
Faint whimpers and moans tumbled from his throat while I rubbed my hand over his hard-on. When he hadn’t made a move to pick up where he’d left off, I prompted him. He would voice what he wanted; he only needed a little nudge here and there.
“What, Ryan?”
“I—”
Our mouths moved against one another’s, giving Ryan somewhat of a protective shield. It was a way for him to seem occupied to where he couldn’t give me a reply. But he knew I didn’t let him hide from me.
“What, Ryan?” I prompted him again. “You what?” He was quiet for a moment after I stopped kissing him and pressed my mouth against his cheek.
“I want you to touch my dick. It aches.”
“I think it’s probably your balls that ache,” I said.
“Then touch those too,” he suggested as he turned to face me more fully. His lips found my lips again, and he licked them before pressing his against mine.
With my thumb, I brushed against the fly of his shorts. “Unzip these, Ryan.”
Though all of his concentration was on getting his shorts undone, he kept his mouth on mine, occasionally flicking his tongue against mine. It only took him a few moments with little movement to free his erection and balls from the confinements of his shorts and underwear.
While my mouth was still on his, I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I applied some pressure and nudged Ryan to lean back until he was propped against the rock of the arch. His mouth moved urgently against mine while he tried to suppress his moans. I pulled my mouth away from his so I could see his face. Above closed eyes, Ryan’s brows were furrowed. His lips were parted and slightly puffy from our kissing. His right hand clung to the sleeve of my jacket. Judging by the look on his face and how much his groin moved toward my hand, I’d say he was on the verge of coming.
It had been my plan to edge him all day and not permit him any release until we got back to the hotel after dinner. But he’d been so carefree and happy to be alone with me out here that I couldn’t deny him and make him wait.
I took hold of the hem of his pullover and the t-shirt he wore under it and pushed them up to his chest. With his stomach and part of his chest exposed, he had a place for his cum to land. My hand tightened around his cock, and when it neared his tip, I ran the pad of my thumb under his crown and rubbed over his notch. Ryan reacted immediately, gripping my sleeve tighter and pushing his cock farther into my hand.
“Mmph,” he groaned.
