“Yeah, but since then, your meat has gotten a whole lot heavier. We wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle while holding on to that big, massive thing.”
Marcus never really thought of himself as having a huge dick. He knew it was larger than most men’s, and he had received plenty of compliments about its size since he’d first discovered girls. But he didn’t go around bragging about it.
He had more important things to worry about than the size of the meat between his legs.
“I think my muscles are big enough that I don’t need to worry about injuring myself. Now bug off and leave me in peace.”
Marcus closed his eyes and listened to the gentle stream as it hit the dirt just inches from his feet.
God, why did taking a piss after drinking feel so fucking good?
Once his bladder was empty, Marcus opened his eyes, only to find Gavin standing a foot away from him, his eyes locked on his junk.
“Seriously, dude, you’ve got issues,” Marcus said, shaking his dick and giving it a few tugs to get rid of any clinger-oners.
“The only issue I have is that I’m dying to swallow that cock of yours, and here you are playing hard to get.”
Staring into the hungry eyes of his stalker, Marcus wondered why the boy was so focused on him rather than on any of the hundreds of other gay men who would gladly drop their drawers and feed him their meat.
Gavin wasn’t a bad-looking guy by any means. In fact, his puffy red lips and slicked-up tongue would be perfect for slobbering all over any man’s junk.
Slowly, Marcus’s eyes slid down Gavin’s throat.
Did he enjoy deep-throating cock?
Of course he did. A mouth like that was made to be used.
He wondered what Gavin sounded like, choking and gagging on a big one as he forced his way down.
Did he breathe through his nose? Or take quick gasps of air between mouthfuls of a man’s thick rod?
Marcus wasn’t sure.
He bet that Gavin was a moaner. He looked like a guy who enjoyed showing his partner just how much he loved swallowing cock. Perhaps he even enjoyed having his head held down as his partner throat-fucked the shit out of him.
Yes, Gavin looked like the type of guy who enjoyed getting it rough.
A moan escaped Gavin.
Marcus’s eyes snapped up, locking onto his partially open mouth. His tongue slowly dragged itself along his lower lip.
Jesus, the boy looked so fuckin’ turned on.
Then, Marcus glanced down at what had the boy’s attention.
Without even realizing it, Marcus had been stroking his dick while thinking about Gavin’s cock-sucking abilities. His dick was now rock solid and pointing right at the horny little twink.
“Looks like someone could use a release,” Gavin said, stepping forward and taking Marcus's dick in his hand.
His hands felt warm and smooth.
Foreign, yet familiar.
Marcus took a step back, moving away from the spot he had just finished taking a piss in.
Gavin followed, still holding on to his shaft like he was afraid he might lose it in the dark.
Marcus swallowed as the boy took another step closer to him.
