I cup Cubby’s cheek and lean down, meeting him in a kiss. I can hear the spring trickling in the distance, and like always, just touching him makes everything better.
He pulls back, but keeps his mouth close to mine. “So, what do you think you want to try tonight?” He pecks my lips again. “Formerly straight guy’s choice.”
My heart jumps. It would be easy to give in to my fears and chicken out right now, but I’m not going to allow that. “You said something about a rimjob earlier?”
* * *
CUBBY
After ten minutes of trying to sneak around but being way too obvious, Chase and I stop hiding and just haul his tent over to the trees, dragging it away from the campfire.
My man wants to rim me, and I am not about to let something as boring as modesty get in the way.
Chase unzips the tent, and I toss my backpack in and crawl after. There are a couple of sleeping pads spread out, and the tent is big enough that we can both actually fit, although when we start kissing and undressing each other, we roll into the thin fabric walls.
I place a hand on his face, my fingers in his coarse beard. “Wait,” I gasp, already sweaty and horny. I grab my bag, which I fully stocked before leaving, and rummage around until I find the wet wipes. “Pro tip. After a day of hiking, a little hygiene is advised, unless you’re going for an aromatic experience.” I hand him a couple of wipes, then wave my hand for him to turn away. “Privacy, please.”
Chase smiles. “All right, then.”
I give myself some discreet attention. When I turn back around, Chase is sitting there in his boxers, legs spread, and a goofy smile on his face.
“I’ve never had sex in a tent before,” he says. “Kind of been a fantasy of mine.”
I purr under my breath and crawl forward to meet him. “Let’s make it memorable, then.”
We start out kissing, nice and slow. Chase gently removes my shirt, traces his hands over my chest and my hardening nipples, and then lays me down to finish undressing me. I let him pose me, giving myself to the strength of his hands, then pull him down into a greedier kiss.
“Here,” I whisper into his ear. “Let me get ready for you.”
I turn and position myself on all fours, my legs spread enough to open my cheeks for him. Chase crawls around in the tent, finding his place behind me, and starts off by grabbing my ass. I can feel his breath along my crease, teasing my pleasure, and my hole tingles with anticipation while my cock pulses hard against my belly.
“How do you like it?” Chase asks. His voice is raspy, thick with desire.
I wiggle my butt for him, knowing how much he likes my curves. “Trust yourself. I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”
He hesitates, but I resist the urge to give him more instruction. Chase’s hesitance and insecurity in bed can be charming, but we always align so easily. I want him to trust himself more.
I hate that we have to part ways at the end of the summer, but at least I can leave him with more confidence than I found him.
“Okay,” he finally answers. His hands slide around my thighs, then up between my cheeks, exposing my hole. His breath tickles my rim, and then I feel his beard, sparking against my tender flesh. A second later, his warm, soft lips press to my entrance with a kiss, then another.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, burying my face into his sleeping bag. “Fuck yeah.”
Chase growls. He kisses me again and again, opening and closing his mouth over my hole. I can feel my rim fluttering, the need to feel him deeper driving me into a groaning mess.
“Like that?” Chase whispers, his lips teasing my hole.
“Fuck yeah like that.”
His fat tongue licks up my crease, and I feel him exploring me, working my pucker, rubbing my thighs, shoving his hand between my legs and playing with my balls. Thrusting my hips back to meet him, I moan my approval and encouragement, the heat so intensely pleasurable, I’m already losing my words. His tongue pierces me, pushing past my rim, and I cry out his name.
Chase kisses my hole, then my cheeks. “How does it feel?” he asks tenderly.
“Like you were born to rim me.”
He chuckles, and his hand closes around my cock, gripping my erection as he tugs my foreskin back. “No. Really. I want to know.”
I steady my breath the best I can. My knees are weak, and I could collapse against the ground and just let him take me. But he’s asking, and I don’t want to take advantage of having such a generous lover.
