Andrew wakes with a sharp gasp that melts into a broken moan as I sink deep, stretching him open in one smooth stroke. His eyes fly open, hazy with sleep and sudden pleasure, lips parted on a silent “oh”.
“Morning, baby,” I growl low against his ear, already bottoming out, my hips flush against his ass. “Couldn’t wait another second with you naked and pressed up against me all night.”
He whimpers, hands flying up to grip my shoulders as his body instinctively clenches around me. “Slade, fuck… you’re so deep already…”
I don’t give him time to adjust. I start fucking him with slow, heavy rolls of my hips, grinding in deep on every thrust so he feels every thick inch. The sleeping bag traps our heat, making everything slick and sweaty, the air thick with the scent of sex and pine.
“Taking me so easy. This hole was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Andrew moans louder, legs spreading wider around my waist, heels digging into the back of my thighs. “Yes! Fuck me harder,please…”
I growl and give him exactly what he begs for, snapping my hips faster, the wet slap of skin on skin muffled inside the sleeping bag. The inflatable mattress squeaks beneath us with every thrust. I brace one hand beside his head and reach down with the other to wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with my movements.
“Look at you,” I rasp, lips brushing his jaw. “Waking up with my cock already buried inside you and dripping all over my hand. You love being used like this, don’t you? Just a warm, tight hole for me to fuck whenever I want.”
Andrew’s head falls back with a desperate cry, nails digging into my back. “God, yes. Use me. I’m yours.Fuck, right there!”
I angle my hips to hit that spot inside him over and over, watching his face twist in pleasure, mouth open, eyes glassy. The sleeping bag is stifling now, our skin slick with sweat, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not when he feels this fucking good wrapped around me.
Andrew pats my chest weakly, panting hard against my neck. “Wait… wait…fuck…”
I still my hips immediately, buried deep inside him. “What’s up?”
“I can’t fucking breathe in here,” he gasps, chest heaving.
I grin, dark and amused, and slowly pull out of him, drawing a long, broken moan from his throat as my cock drags along his sensitive walls. I reach up and unzip the sleeping bag all the way, letting the cool morning air rush in over our sweat-slick bodies.
I crawl forward and unzip the tent flap too, pushing it open wide. Outside, the national park is stunning in the early light… tall pines swaying gently, golden sunlight filtering through the canopy, and a soft mist still clinging to the forest floor. The air smells clean and sharp, like pine needles and damp earth. There’s no one around for miles.
I step out first, completely naked, the cool breeze brushing over my skin and my still-hard, wet cock.Andrew follows a second later, also fully bare, looking beautifully debauched with flushed skin and messy hair.
He lets out a breathless laugh, glancing around the empty woods. “I hope there isn’t anyone bird-watching with binoculars nearby.”
I bark out a loud laugh. Only Andrew would say something like that.
“Come here,” I growl, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward a thick, fallen log lying a few feet from the tent. It’s old, moss-covered, and the perfect height.
I spin him around and bend him over it roughly, his stomach and chest pressing against the rough, weathered wood. His ass sticks out perfectly, legs spread wide on either side of the log. I step up behind him, grip his hips hard, and slap my heavy cock against his slick, leaking hole a couple of times.
“Fuck,” I mutter, voice low and rough. “Andrew… bent over a log in the middle of the forest like a filthy little animal. You’re gonna take me again right here, baby. Gonna fuck you so deep the birds are gonna hear you screaming my name.”
Andrew moans, pushing his ass back against me desperately, fingers digging into the mossy wood.
I line myself up and thrust back in with one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt in his tight, come-slick heat. The new angle, the rough bark against his skin, the open air around us… it all makes everything feel even more raw and primal.
Andrew’s whole body jolts forward over the fallen log, a loud, broken moan tearing out of him as his cock drags along the rough surface beneath him. But then something changes. His moan suddenly pitches higher, sharper, almost shocked, and his hips twitch in a way that isn’t just from my cock splitting him open.
I pause mid-thrust, buried deep, brow furrowed. “What the fuck was that?”
Andrew’s breathing is ragged, face half-pressed into the mossy wood. “Fuck… just brushed over some moss… it’s soft and… kinda fuzzy…”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face as realization hits. I pull out of him completely, drawing a desperate whine from his throat. I jog back to the tent, grab the bottle of lube, and return to the log. Andrew stays exactly where I left him… bent over, ass up, legs spread, cock hanging heavy and leaking.
I squirt a generous amount of lube directly onto the thick patch of soft, velvety moss right where his cock had been brushing. I spread it around with my fingers until the entire area is slick and glistening.
“Try that again,” I growl, stepping back behind him.
I grip his hips and thrust back into his ass in one smooth, deep stroke. The second his cock drags forward through the now-slippery, plush moss, Andrew lets out the most obscene, wrecked moan I’ve ever heard from him… high and desperate and completely shameless.
