Chapter 2 #2
“My friends will start looking for me if I don’t return!” Mitch said. “They’ll find me.”
“No one is going to find you, boy.” Byron let his fingers trail down his stomach to the waistband of his shorts. “Not this far off the marked path. I’ve been alone here for years. No, you won’t be going anywhere unless I allow it.”
“What do you want?” Mitch asked. Damn, he even put a little quiver in his voice. “How can I earn my freedom?”
That was a great addition to their game. Their role-playing was improving. “You won’t be going anywhere until all the come I’ve been storing in my balls is finally released.”
“But sir—” Mitch gave him a wide-eyed look. “I’ve never!”
Shit, Byron was so hard he was going to come too fast. “Then you better be a fast learner. You don’t want to make me mad.”
“No, sir. I don’t want to see you mad.”
“Good boy,” Byron praised. “Kneel there and open your mouth.”
“My mouth, sir?”
“You’ll get me nice and wet. You better do a good job too because it’s the only lube you’ll get before I shove my big cock in your virgin hole.”
“I can’t, sir. I can’t do that—”
Byron yanked the waistband of his trunks away from his body and below his balls. “Well, boy, if you ever want to go home, you’ll figure it out.”
“I…I…” Mitch licked his lips. “What’s it taste like, sir?”
“It’s better if I let you taste than try to explain it. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. At first anyway.” Byron stepped forward until he was right in front of his boy.
Rubbing the precome across Mitch’s lips, he didn’t bother holding back his groan when Mitch licked his lips, running his tongue across Byron’s shaft as well.
“It’s not bad, sir.”
“Good. Try sucking on the head now.”
Mitch opened his mouth. Instead of just thrusting inside, Byron teased his boy. First running his cockhead across Mitch’s lips before rubbing against the tip of his tongue.
Byron knew his boy. Knew it wouldn’t take long before Mitch couldn’t resist and tried to take control of the blowjob. Byron allowed his boy to play. He always enjoyed Mitch’s sucking on him. No problem letting his boy have some fun.
Slurping and sucking, Mitch went all the way down. He took Byron’s thick cock down his throat. It was time that Byron took back control.
He gripped the back of Mitch’s neck as he slowly withdrew. “Remember to get me all wet, boy. You don’t want my dick going into you dry.”
Moaning, Mitch took him again inside his mouth. Mitch’s hips flexed but there was nothing to rub against.
Byron waited until he knew he was close to coming. He pulled his cock away, grasping the base.
Mitch whined as he tried to follow. Even bracing his hands on the ground to keep from falling.
Byron bent and grasped Mitch’s elbow. “On your feet.”
“Please, sir,” Mitch begged. “More.”
“You’ll get more,” Byron promised. He helped Mitch stand before leading him over to the log. Turning Mitch to face the log, Byron stepped up close enough behind his boy that his erection brushed over Mitch’s ass. “You’re going to get so much more.”
Untying Mitch’s swim trunks took real concentration because Byron was so turned on. He finally got the string untied. He yanked Mitch’s trunks down to his ankles.
“Bend over,” Byron ordered.
Mitch laid himself over the log. His knees on the ground and his arms stretched out in front of him.
“I’m going to tear your ass up, boy,” Byron said.
“Please, sir. I want it. I need it.”
Byron didn’t even know if Mitch was still in role-playing mode. Not that it mattered any longer. They’d both get what they needed. He pulled out the bottle of lube and coated two fingers on his right hand.
“Hold your cheeks open for me,” Byron demanded. “I want to see my prize.”
Reaching back, Mitch grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks apart.
Byron ran his slick fingers through Mitch’s crease before dipping one finger inside.
Mitch immediately pushed back, making Byron’s finger go deeper.
“Bad boy.” Byron slapped Mitch’s left butt cheek. Mitch knew better than try to hurry him along.
“Please, please. I need it. I’m so hard.”
“I’ll leave you out here with nothing filling your greedy hole if you keep it up,” Byron warned.
“No! Please, sir! I’ll be good.”
Byron added a second finger, sawing both digits in and out, loosening his boy’s hole.
Dropping down behind Mitch, Byron yanked out his fingers. “You better brace yourself.”
Mitch arched his back and he grabbed a hold of the log he was still lying across.
Byron liberally coated his cock with more lube. He wiped his hand off on the bottom of the towel before he clutched Mitch’s hips. Positioning his cock at Mitch’s entrance, Byron took a deep breath.
The head of his cock slipped in easily enough.
Just to be mean, Byron left the head inside as he kissed the back of Byron’s neck. “Such a good boy for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you,” Mitch responded. “Love you so damn much.”
Well, good, sweet boys should get rewards. Byron thrust his cock deep.
Mitch shouted but they were both beyond caring if anyone heard them anymore.
Byron hammered his dick inside. Faster and harder until even the log threatened to roll. He’d never get his fill of Mitch’s ass. The perfect round globes, the way it reddened in his hand. Mitch’s ability to take Byron’s thick cock every day.
Plunging, growing desperate, Byron rode his boy hard in the middle of those woods. Any animals would have been driven away by the loud noises they made.
“Gonna. Gonna,” Mitch chanted.
Byron reached around and grasped Mitch’s hard-as-steel cock. He jacked his boy as hard as he fucked him.
Mitch cried out first as he came all over the towel and Byron’s hand.
Without bothering to wipe his hand off, Byron released Mitch to grab ahold of the back of his neck. He held Mitch down to the log as he strained to reach his own climax. Growling, he powered hard over and over until at long last he started to come.
Filling his boy with every bit of come he could satisfied something primal in him.
Byron leaned his forehead against Mitch’s shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath. A little lightheaded and a lot tired, Byron eventually managed to pull out of Mitch and collapse onto the mossy ground.
Mitch pushed away from the log, only to fall back with his head in Byron’s lap.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He brushed the damp hair off Mitch’s forehead.
“I fucking love camping,” Mitch told him.
Byron nodded. Yeah, camping was pretty great.