“Fuuuck… Slade…oh my god, it’s… it’s so soft and wet and it’s rubbing right under the head, fuck, don’t stop…”
I start fucking him harder, setting a brutal rhythm so that every thrust forces his cock to slide forward through the slick, velvety moss. The combination of my thick cock stretching his hole and that new, strange, soft friction against the most sensitive part of his cock has him falling apart in seconds.
I groan, voice rough with lust as I watch his cock drag through the glistening moss with every snap of my hips. “You’re making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over nature like you own it.”
Andrew’s whining now, high, desperate little sounds that bounce off the trees around us. He’s not just taking it anymore. His hand has snaked underneath him, fingers wrapping around his cock as he starts rubbing himself purposefully against that slick, velvety patch of moss I lubed up for him.
Every time I thrust deep into his ass, his cock drags forward through the soft, slippery moss, and the combination is driving him fucking insane.
“Slade…oh fuck… it feels so weird butsogood,” he gasps, voice cracking. “It’s rubbing so good… I can’t… I can’t stop…”
I lean over his back, chest pressed to his spine, and watch closely as he frantically works himself against the moss. The sight of it, him bent over a fallen log in the middle of the national park, desperately humping a patchof lubed-up moss… is so filthy and perfect that it snaps something inside me.
I groan low and deep, hips stuttering as I watch him lose control. The obscene, wet sounds of his cock sliding through the slick moss combined with the tight clench of his hole around me push me right over the edge.
“Fuck… Andrew!” I growl, burying myself as deep as I can and coming hard, pulsing thick ropes of come into his spasming hole.
The feeling of me filling him up seems to be the final push he needs. I reach around, knock his hand away, and take over… wrapping my fist around his cock and stroking him fast and rough, making sure the head keeps dragging through that slippery moss with every pull.
Andrew lets out a broken cry, his whole body seizing up as he comes hard, shooting across the moss and my fingers in messy, pulsing spurts. His hole clenches rhythmically around my cock, milking every last drop out of me while he shakes and whimpers through it.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, sweat cooling on our skin in the morning air.
Then Andrew lets out a breathless, shaky laugh. “Jesus Christ,” he wheezes, still bent over the log. “I just got fucked on a log… while humping a patch of moss like a horny raccoon. This is the weirdest fucking trip I’ve ever been on.”
I can’t help it, I laugh too, pressing a kiss to the back of his sweaty neck as I slowly pull out of him, watching my come start to leak down his thighs.
“Only you, baby,” I murmur, still grinning. “Only you.”
…
The trail is quiet except for the crunch of our boots on the dirt path and the occasional call of a bird overhead. We packed up the tent and all our gear after breakfast, and now we’re heading higher up the mountain for better views tonight. The air is crisp and clean, carrying the sharp scent of pine and distant wildflowers. Sunlight filters through the canopy in shifting golden patches.
Andrew walks a few steps ahead of me, backpack straps snug across his shoulders. Every so often he glances back at me with a small, private smile that makes something warm and unfamiliar bloom in my chest.
He slows down until we’re walking side by side. I let my fingers catch his, lacing them together without a word. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezes once, gentle and sure, and keeps walking.
After a while the trees start to thin out and the trail opens up to a rocky overlook. The view is staggering… rolling green mountains stretching out forever under a bright blue sky. Andrew stops at the edge, placing his bag down, breathing a little harder from the climb, and just stares.
“Damn,” he says softly. “It’s beautiful up here.”
I step up behind him, close enough that my chest brushes his back. I wrap one arm around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. He leans back into me without hesitation, his free hand coming up to rest over minewhere it sits on his stomach. We stand like that for a long time, just breathing together, watching the wind move through the treetops far below. No rush. No one around. No pretending.
Andrew turns his head slightly, his temple brushing my jaw. His voice is quiet when he speaks. “I’m really glad we did this.”
“Me too,” I murmur, pressing a slow kiss to the side of his head. I let my lips linger there, breathing him in, the faint smell of his shampoo mixed with sweat and fresh mountain air.
He turns in my arms until we’re facing each other. His hands come up to rest on my chest, fingers curling lightly into my shirt. For a moment he just looks at me, eyes soft and open in a way I’ve never seen before.
Then he smiles, small, almost shy, and leans in to kiss me. It’s slow and sweet, nothing like the desperate, hungry kisses we usually share. This one feels different, like he’s trying to tell me something without using words.
When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed. “I don’t want to go back down tomorrow,” he whispers.
I huff a quiet laugh, my arms tightening around his waist. “We have to eventually. But we’ve still got tonight.”
He nods, then pulls back just enough to look at me again. His thumbs stroke gently over my chest. “Thank you for bringing me up here,” he says softly. “For… all of it.”
I don’t know how to answer that without saying too much, so I just kiss him again, slower this time, letting it linger until we’re both a little breathless.
