I let go of the hem of his shirt and slipped my hand under the material to his right pec. My hand squeezed it just as he liked, causing more moans to pour out of him. I teased his nipple with my thumb while I continued to stroke him. His feet slid along the dirt, trying to find better footing, and braced himself. More whimpers and moans escaped, desperate for release. I captured his nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tweaking and pinching it. Ryan’s abs flexed as the rest of his body tightened.
“No one is around, Ryan. It’s just us,” I reminded him. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to refrain from making noise.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan began to unravel while I rubbed my thumb just under his tip. “Fuck, Russell,” he panted.
“Music to my ears, Ryan,” I beamed.
Thick jets of cum shot from his cock and landed on his stomach and chest. While my hand continued to slowly stroke his cock, I looked into his eyes. His big brown eyes were glued to mine as his cock still oozed. Ryan’s smile and the look of contentment in his eyes told me everything he was feeling.
His chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and cum. I let go of his nipple and patted his chest muscle before moving my hand down his body. Ryan had gotten to the point where he could wear his cum proudly most of the time. There were still times when he felt he needed to clean himself up, but as long as I was on top of things with him, he did fine. Lazily, I dragged my hand through the cum on his abs. The glassy look in his eyes told me that he was doing just fine.
“You look amazing, Ryan.”
He looked down at his body and closed his eyes tightly while he laughed. I pulled the band of his boxer briefs out from behind his balls where he had it tucked. I let his cock fall into its natural resting place and set the elastic band against his abdomen.
“I think you officially wore me out on the trail,” Ryan said.
“It was an absolute pleasure wearing you out.”
I reached for the bottle of water he had set down and handed it to him. I chastised him for guzzling the water instead of sipping it. I unzipped one of my pockets and pulled out two granola bars and handed him one.
“Don’t shove the whole thing in your mouth,” I suggested.
The rain wasn’t letting up and had blanketed us in cold air. I pulled Ryan’s shirt and pullover down to cover his skin. I wanted him to preserve some of his body’s warmth and not get chilled. His legs were still stretched out in front of him, and his shorts were still undone.
As we ate our granola bars and drank water, he hadn’t sat fully upright yet. Instead, he shifted slightly on the rock and leaned against my arm.My boy.The back of his head was resting against the rock of the arch. I snaked my arm behind his neck, clasped his shoulder, and pulled him closer to me. Without a word or any resistance, Ryan leaned his head against my side and chest. I set my hand on his chest and rubbed back and forth, hoping to keep him feeling warm.
Even though we were perched on an uncomfortable rock with damp, cool air swirling around us, there was no place I’d rather be. I had Ryan in my arms. That was all I would ever need.
