“I know that look.”
He should. I gave it to him all the time.
The last time we had been here, I had seen him naked but decided to be a gentleman. As the grin spread across his face, I wasn’t the only one thinking about rewriting our first naked encounter. When he stood up, I thought I might have blown the moment.
“Well?” He pulled his shirt over his head. Clothed, Nick was handsome. The moment his shirt came off, he had me. He could have asked me to pick up his dry cleaning, and I’d have done it without a question. When he reached for the button on his shorts, I’d have done his dry cleaning for him. His shorts hit the rocks, leaving him in nothing but briefs.
“I’m going to go sit by the fire.”
He offered an invitation I wouldn’t ignore.
I grabbed his shirt and shorts and followed those white briefs through the woods. Watching the curves of his ass and the way the sides of his torso hung over the waistband were more than enough to get my attention. It wasn’t just the physicality that made him alluring. Since he deemed the curse no more, playfulness had come to the surface. To be somebody who made him smile gave me a moment of pride.
With the sun setting, the sky had turned orange, casting a soft glow in the woods. He had turned around, and I slowed. Every detail needed to be recorded. The sleeping bags under the tarp. The fishing poles against the tree. The fire low, but still flickering. Most importantly, the handsome man in nothing but his underwear. The belly hanging over the band led to the trail of hair along his stomach up to his chest. The smile wascrooked, almost devious. When he left for Vanguard, it’d be these moments that reminded me why we made it work.
“Keep this up, and we’ll be camping all the time.”
He shrugged. “It can’t be all wilderness survival.” Resting his hands on his hips made it hard to look anywhere other than his package.
“I’m not arguing.” I wanted him. Bad.
I stepped over a log and reached for him, but he swatted my hands away. Without a word, he lifted my shirt, clarifying who called the shots. I raised my arms, and he stopped, leaving me trapped in my t-shirt. Before I could pull it off, he already had my pants unbuttoned and zipper down. They fell as if he wielded magical powers.
His hand brushed against my chest, fingertips tracing the lines of the compass. He followed the needle, moving from one tattoo to the next as he worked his way to my belly. I closed my eyes, savoring the gentle touches. He continued as if he tried to memorize them, shivers running along my spine. When he reached my belly, he stopped.
I squeaked an eye open. I recognized the mischief in that smile.
Dropping to my knees, I didn’t have to ask where this was going. In the back of my mind, I had hoped another trip out here, we’d pick up where we left off that night. The stars shimmering above us while the fire roared… the sensation of his skin against mine. Then it had been about connecting in a way that didn’t need sex. Now, I wanted to connect with him in a primal way that could only happen in the middle of the forest.
He exhaled, the heat of his breath warming my package. My cock strained against the fabric, desperate for him to pull my underwear down. Instead, he teased, kissing along my shaft until he reached the head. I watched as he played, amused that this man had gone from stranger to lover. It had taken aflatlander for me to understand what I longed for. I was thankful he was part of that equation.
With a quick tug, he pulled down my briefs.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he returned to kissing my cock.
He gripped my cock, his tongue running along the inside of my foreskin. Nick knew how to torment a guy. There was no doubt I had already started leaking. When his lips wrapped around the head, I tried thrusting. His hand held me in place, ensuring he had total control. He wanted me to whimper.
Before I could ask, he swallowed the head. Easing back the foreskin, the rough of his tongue ran along the shaft. My head leaned back as I let out a loud moan. It didn’t matter if I scared voyeuristic animals. As he swallowed the length, I reached the bend of his throat, and with a little effort, he pushed his lips against my groin. I held the back of his head, never wanting it to end.
He cupped my balls as he started bobbing up and down. I moaned my approval. His grip grew tighter, and with a gentle tug, I roared. Nick had proven a quick study. Even the few times he swallowed the length, he’d stop at the head, circling his tongue. I watched as he serviced me, tugging on his cock in excitement.Thiswas the beauty of camping.
He pulled back, staring me in the eye. Whatever he suggested next, I’d agree. It was hard to protest as he continued casually stroking my cock. He glanced at the log like I should understand the plan. When my eyebrow crept up my forehead, he let out a sigh.
“How about this?”
When he crawled over to the log, he rested his head on his forearms. It left his ass exposed, begging for attention. “Oh.” I had been so enamored by his oral skills that I had nearly forgotten this possibility. When he wiggled his hips, I couldn’tresist. I dropped to my knees and crawled into place, my cock pressed into the crack of his ass.
I never imagined returning to Firefly would have me ready to bareback this handsome man in the woods. With the fire warming my backside, I couldn’t think of a better outcome. I had come to town with a grudge, and thanks to a band of misfits, my views had softened.
Speaking of soft… I held the cheeks of his ass in my hands. Kneading them, I pushed my hips forward, watching the head of my cock disappear. Everything about this felt right. The man. The location. The situation. Nick pushed back, forcing me to focus on the moment. Grinding against my groin, survival took on a new meaning. It was time to show off some skill.
With a few jerks of my cock, precum coated the head. Licking my fingers, I prepared Nick. I almost chuckled at my lack of forethought. Next time, I’d need to pack lube. If Nick was going to be joining me in the woods, it’d become as important as my pocketknife.
It wasn’t just the thrill of sex outdoors that had me excited. I wanted to chase the man who spontaneously kissed me. I positioned the head of my cock at his hole. It wasn’t just this instant in the woods. I imagined the next dozen times. I’d never be able to pitch a tent without pitching a tent.
“Fuck me.” It wasn’t a request.
I shifted my hips and held still. Nick pushed back, groaning as half my cock vanished inside him. I gripped his hips and then slid up to his love handles. I loved the softness, the ability to squeeze a thick man as he took me.
