7. Seven
Seven
Tae
J ude wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss once we’re inside the tent. There’s no hiding either of our erections with the swim shorts we’re wearing. The press of his hard sex against my hip isn’t enough. “I want you naked,” I tell him, breaking the kiss for a moment.
Jude looks down at himself and bites his lip before his eyes meet mine again. The whole time we were swimming, he kept his T-shirt on. I never really thought about it before because he’s usually a bit more modest about his body, but now I’m starting to wonder if it bothers him. Even when we were messing around last night, it was too dark to see much. “Jude? I can’t wait to get my lips around you, but we need to get these clothes out of the way first.” I toy with the hem of his shirt, giving it a little tug.
Jude groans, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. He grabs his shirt, his hands brushing against mine along the way as he pulls it off. I move my hand closer to his crotch and run it lightly over the bulge there. “Damn, Tae. That feels good.”
“We’re just getting started. Let’s get this off.” I pull at the waistband of Jude’s swim trunks, and he opens his eyes again as he lifts his hips to help me undress him. His dick is still half-hard from our earlier grinding, but Jude is watching me intently. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him firmly. “You’re so sexy,” I lean closer to whisper in Jude’s ear. “Lay down.”
Jude walks over to where our sleeping bags are and lies on top of them. He squirms when I kneel between his legs. I see a hint of a blush on Jude’s cheeks. “And this,” I swirl my tongue around the tip of Jude’s cock, and it twitches, growing harder. “Mmm, this is gonna be fun.”
“You’re still wearing clothes.” Jude is propped up on his elbows, watching me. I kinda don’t want to stop, but my wet trunks aren’t that comfy anyway. I let go of Jude’s dick and stand up again, pushing my trunks down my hips. My erection bounces up to hit my abs.
There’s no hiding how turned on I am right now, so instead I grab my dick and give it a slow stroke as I meet Jude’s eyes. “Better?” I ask, waiting for a response before I join him again.
Jude sits up, putting his head almost on the same level as my dick. He looks up at me and licks his lips. “Can I?”
“Yeah.” I barely get the word out before Jude wraps his hand around my cock. He doesn’t waste any time, leaning in and sucking the head into his mouth. His tongue dips into the slit, and I hold back a moan. I know Jude said he wants to do this too, but I wasn’t expecting him to be this enthusiastic. I place my hand on Jude’s head, weaving my fingers into his hair as he sucks me deeper. “Damn, that feels good.”
Jude looks up at me, keeping his lips wrapped around my erection. Then he moves his hand and tries to take the rest of me into his mouth. He swallows around the tip of my dick, and my grip tightens in his hair. My balls tighten, and I groan. Seeing him kneeling in front of me with my cock between his parted lips is doing things to me. His tousled brown hair is perfectly sexed up, and his eyes are blown with lust. “It’s not going to take much more. You should probably stop if you don’t want a mouthful,” I warn him.
Jude pauses, his eyes widening as they meet mine. Instead of pulling away, he takes a deep breath in through his nose and bobs on my dick. His cheeks sink in as he sucks. “Fuck.” My hips thrust on their own, sinking my dick into Jude’s mouth as my orgasm overwhelms me. He coughs, pulling away and wiping the trail of cum off his chin. “Sorry.”
Jude shakes his head. “Don’t be. It was hot.”
I laugh, kneeling until I’m at the same eye level. “That was more than hot, but now it’s my turn. Lie back.” Jude glances at me, hesitating, before moving back onto our sleeping bags. He lies down, staying propped up on his elbows to watch me. As he spreads his legs, I catch a glimpse of his hole. It gives me an idea, but I’m not sure how Jude would feel about it. “Do you want to try something else new?” I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and lick the tip as I wait for him to answer.
“Mmm,” Jude groans, his elbows collapsing from the attention I’m giving him. “Yes.”
I think the yes is more of a moan than permission, but he’s not complaining as I trail my kisses down his shaft to his balls. I grab his leg behind the knee, pushing it up to his chest to give me more room as I work my way further down. Jude lets out a ragged breath as my tongue licks over his opening. He clenches before his muscles give way, letting my tongue deeper inside. Jude’s moans are broken up with his uneven breaths as I eat his ass. I keep one hand on his dick, stroking him until I feel his hole soften and open more fully. The spit should be enough to work in a finger. When Jude’s opening is nice and wet, I pull back and move my hand from his dick to his hole. The tip of my finger slides in easily enough, and he lets out a heavy breath. “Shit.”
“Let me know if it’s too much.” I kiss my way up Jude’s thigh, thrusting my finger deeper before sliding my tongue in next to it.
“Oh, fuck.” Jude cries out as my finger brushes against his prostate. “Damn, that feels good. What the hell?”
I snicker, not able to hold back my laugh. I don’t bother stopping to explain, especially when Jude’s hips thrust up looking for friction. Keeping my finger inside of him, I pull my mouth back to get to his dick again. I seal my lips around his erection, sucking him in deep as I thrust my finger in slowly. Jude’s hips thrust again. “I’m coming,” he warns just before his dick twitches, shooting cum into my mouth. I swallow it down, licking his dick clean as I pull away.
Jude stays lying on our sleeping bags as I carefully pull my finger out. “Holy fuck. That was ... How did I not know that felt so good?”
I barely keep myself from laughing at his post-orgasmic ramblings. “Just wait ‘til we have sex.”
“When do we get to do that?” Jude glances at me, looking for an answer.
I know Jude is still caught up in the bliss, but my mind has had a little longer to process. I don’t have lube here, and we’re supposed to head home tomorrow. Whatever we’re doing, I’m not going to have sex with Jude in a tent or without proper supplies, but I still don’t know what’s going to happen after tomorrow. We haven’t really talked about any of this. “That’s up to you. Jude, do you still wanna do this after we leave tomorrow?”
Jude sits up, grabbing his swim shorts, and looks at me, his forehead scrunched up in confusion. “Wait, what? Why wouldn’t I?”
I sit up, but I can’t meet Jude’s eyes. “Is this just, uh, it’s okay if you were only messing around with me because you wanted to know what it’s like with a guy.”
“Tae, I’m not interested in having sex with guys.”