We walked up the road from the cabin, heading back toward the deck. We walked in silence, and my head was reeling from what had happened today. My life was totally changed now. I was going to be different now, I just knew it, I could already feel it. And then I physically felt something. A hand on my butt, patting me, making my cock stir in my pants, putting a smile on my face.
We reached the trail down to the deck, and went down. Steve was in the lead. He stepped up on the deck and walked out to the middle and stopped. The midday sun bounced off of his deep tan. His broad shoulders, muscular back, arms hanging at his sides, and that well pronounced butt of his. It was almost postcard material. I wished I had a camera. He turned and looked at me.
"I want to talk to you, Kevin."
Oh, man, I thought, he called me by my name, not "little man", this couldn't be good. "Sure. Did I do something wrong?" I asked, stepping toward him.
He held up a hand to stop my advance. "No, I did. Let's have a seat at the edge. We can talk."
We sat, legs dangling over the edge. We were close to each other. I envied his body, as I looked him over. His bulge in his jeans was very pronounced, and he noticed my gaze.
"Quit looking at my crotch. I'm trying to be serious here."
"So am I. When can I touch it again?"
He smiled, leaned over a little and bumped my shoulder with his. "You are becoming a little sex machine, aren't you?"
"Can't help it. I don't know what's going on with me. It's crazy. It's like I can't get enough. I mean, look at me." I said, pointing down at my own crotch, the bulge was very evident. "I'm sitting here with another hardon. I don't know what to do." My frustration was growing, and I was starting to tear up. I felt an arm around my shoulder, and then pressure against the side of my head, it was Steve leaning against me.
"Hang on, buddy," He cleared his throat, and in that soft voice of his, "remember you're on vacation, and then you'll be going home in a few days, and I have to go on a job in a few days myself."
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm trying to say is, don't expect too much out this, what we've done, it's probably better that we stop now and don't do anything else. Besides you have about worn me out, you little machine." He chuckled. "I don't want you to get hurt, that's all."
"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
"Not physically, no. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about what's in here," pointing a finger softly into my chest. "Matters of the heart can hurt the most."
The tears ran down my cheeks. My chest was tight, like it was going to implode. What the hell was going on? Each word he said cut into me worse than any knife.
"See what I mean? You're upset."
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
He reached up and tucked a finger under my chin and turned my head toward him. "There is nothing wrong with you at all. You have had something happen to you for the very first time in your life. It is wonderful. I remember my first, and hell, I was sick over it for a long time. That's why I want to talk to you about it, this, between us, so you don't have the same problem I had."
"What do I do?" I asked, tears still rolling.
"Survive." Steve said flatly. "Hold on. We all do."
"Can I ask you something?"
Steve smiled, "Anything."
"Did you really think I was sixteen?"
"Yeah, I did." He cleared his throat again. I looked confused. "Remember that night in the snow?" I nodded my head. "That was a couple of years ago, and I thought you were like twelve or fourteen then."
"You remembered my name after all this time?"
"It's hard to forget someone who's as cute as you are, and as cute as you were then." He smiled at me again.
"You really think I'm cute?"
"No." He leaned in and kissed me softly. "I think you are gorgeous. And that's another problem, another reason why I wanted to talk to you. I know how old you really are now, and that makes it even more dangerous. You can make your own decisions now. I don't want you to make some stupid mistake and follow me. You have your whole life in front of you. We can fuck around together, but I want you to be smart and move on after this."
I leaned over and kissed him this time, long and hard. He forced his tongue into my mouth and again I was in heaven. He slid a hand across my chest, caressing my nipple in his fingers through my shirt. I slid a hand over his rising bulge in his jeans, softly clawing at it with my fingertips. He moaned softly in my mouth, and I loved it. He slowly pulled back, we were barely touching lips.
"It would be so easy to fall in love with you, little man." Saying that, he fell back into my waiting mouth. His tongue was furious and tried to reach in as deep as he could, I loved it. It was like he was swallowing me. He slowly drew his tongue back, and then his lips. "I want you to do something for me, to me."
"Anything." I replied softly, still tasting his breath.
He helped me up, and we walked back across the deck, and stepped off. I followed his lead around the deck, down the hill. Under the deck, there was a canvas tarp spread out, with his things resting on it, his pack, a few clothes, a camp stove, some pots, and a few water jugs. Obviously this is where he was living when he was up here. I saw a few tools laying uphill as well.
I watched as he undid his jeans and slowly released his massive cock. He kicked off his boots and slid the jeans all the way down, and then stepped out of them. Completely naked, he stepped up to me. He undid the button on my jeans and unzipped them. I was raging inside of them. He pushed them down, but left my underwear in place. My bulge was pushing out and to one side. He dropped to his knees and lipped my cock through my underwear, as I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside. He fingered my balls as he was gently biting my cock through my underwear. I thought I was going to explode, then he stood up and reached his hands around me, grabbing my butt. Working each cheek with each hand.
"You have the tiniest butt. I love it." He bent over and began kissing the side of my neck. "I'm going to show you something and then you can do what you want to me, okay?"
"Oh, please." I begged, feeling his breath on my neck. I knew I was going to cum any minute now with him touching me. I felt his hands work inside my underwear band and slide down to the lower part of my butt. His fingers spread my crack, and then one of them touched my hole. I had my arms wrapped around him this whole time, but when he touched my opening, I squeezed him tighter to me. His cock was trapped between our bodies, and he was moving his hips, sliding it up and down against us. God, it was hot.
He worked my underwear down to my mid-thighs, and then pulled back. He stepped around behind me. I looked down as I felt his hand wrap around my cock and slowly started to pull on it. It was fantastic to see him do it as well as feel him do it. He used the other hand to guide me to bend over, pushing on my upper back.
I gasped when I felt something touch my hole. It took me a minute to figure out it was his tongue. He was licking at it slowly and then would slightly enter it with his tongue tip. I moaned louder when he did it. He stroked me from in between my legs. I pushed down my underwear to my ankles, bending over further, letting him send his tongue deeper into me. It was fantastic.
"Oh, God. Yes. Right there. Go deeper, yes, deeper. Oh, oh..." I called out and then came all over the tarp below me, with his tongue still in my ass. I was breathing so hard.
He pulled out his tongue, and came around on his knees toward my face.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"Okay?" I replied in between breaths, "I'm fantastic."
"Yes, little man, you are. Now, think you can get this big stick of yours hard again?"
"I don't know. I might need some help."
Steve smiled, kissed me softly and then did something I never expected. He opened his mouth and swallowed my length to the base. I stood up as he sucked me, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. It wasn't long before I was completely hard again. He looked up at me, as I was watching him slide my cock in and out of his mouth. After a few more strokes he pulled off.
"Now, this is what I want you to do for me." He said as he stood up, turned and bent over in front of me, showing me that most beautiful ass. His pink hole was at the perfect level, thin light brown hair surrounded it.
"Put your cock inside me."
I was shocked. "I don't know."
"It'll be fine. I'll help you out." He reached up in between his legs and grasped my length and pulled it and me to his hole. He pulled, I pushed. The opening was tight and my head struggled to get in, but once it cleared with it being so wet from his sucking, it glided right on in. The feeling was incredible, tight, warm, wet. I loved it. I slid it in to my hilt, burying it to my balls, making him moan deeply.
"Yeah, that's right. Fuck you're big, I love it." Steve said, moaning. "Now, fuck me. Slide it in and out." I did as he asked. "Yeah, thats great. Oh, yeah. Fuck me."
I rested my hands on his lower back and pumped into him, sliding in and out. I set a rhythm and kept at it. I could feel my balls slapping against his every time I buried my cock. Steve kept moaning as I pumped. I was sweating hard, it was running down my chest in little streams.
"Harder, fuck me harder." I did what he asked and pounded his ass with my thighs. Steve was moaning loudly. I was starting to feel it down deep.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum in my ass, don't pull out." I lost my load inside of him. My balls were churning, my cock spewing, sweat dripping on Steve's ass. It was perfect, and I was drained again.
"I have to cum." Steve said, as he worked my cock out of him. Once he was free of me, he began to stroke his cock. I couldn't just watch. I got down in front of him, opened my mouth and swallowed his length as deep as I could. I loved sucking him, feeling his muscle in my mouth. I cradled his balls again, as he pumped his length in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes, I got what I wanted, another load filling my mouth.
I stood up and opened my mouth to show him what he had given me. I moved my tongue around in my mouth, teasing him with the load. He leaned forward to try and take some with his tongue, but I stopped him, holding up my hands. I kept teasing him with it, and then he got forceful. Grabbing me, pulling me to him, ramming his tongue into my mouth, he scooped out his load and stole it from me. I melted in his arms, and let him take me.
He laid me down on the tarp and kept kissing me deeply, sinking his tongue toward the back of my throat. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, wanting him deeper into me, deeper into my soul. I couldn't get enough.
Steve pulled back a little, looking down at me, our lips barely touching. I could feel his warm breath, the heat of his body half on me. My right arm, wrapping around his back. I ran my fingers lightly on his moist, sweaty skin. God, he was beautiful. My thoughts raced back to that night in the snow, when he first came into my life. If only I could go back in time to that night, it would have been so different, he might have been in my life all this time, we could have these moments like this before, and more, much more.
"You have worn me out, little man." He said, rubbing his nose tip on my lips softly, then lifting his face, he lightly kissed me. "You are so fucking good. I have never felt anything like this with anyone else."
I smiled, and felt a stir in my cock at his words. I reached my other arm up, and touched his blonde hair, as it hung down. I slowly twirled it in my fingers.
"Really? You mean it?"
He smiled softly, "I do." He turned and looked down my body, and then back into my eyes, "I really mean it." He sighed lightly, "There have been a few, but you are by far the best I have ever had."
I smiled up at him. "Tell me about them."
He smiled, and then shifted his body off me. He lay an arm over my waist, his hand touching my butt cheek. I turned and faced him, my cock falling, and touching the tarp we lay on. I folded an arm under my head, propping it up.
"I was thirteen when I had my first. He was older. I knew him from school. We happened to get together one day after school, screwing around like kids do. He had a tree house. We went up and jerked off together. We did it a few more times, and then one day, he wanted to do something more. That was the first time I actually got fucked. We didn't know what we were doing, but it good, at least for me."
"The next guy was in high school. He only wanted to fuck me, nothing else. I put up with it because he was good looking and I liked the feeling of his cock in me, but nothing else."
I reached a hand up and touched his lips with a finger, gently. "When did you and your uncle..."
Steve smiled. "I was twelve. We were camping. He was half drunk on beer. Must have been thinking about someone or something and got all horny." Steve smiled from the memory. "He had the biggest cock I had ever seen, must have been a foot long when it was hard, and boy was it hard that night."
Steve sat up all of a sudden, becoming animated. "Come over here boy, let me show you how to jerk that thing off." Steve looked down at me smiling, I was grinning from ear to ear, watching him. "He jerked his dick in front of me, telling me to pull mine out and do it too. Well, I did what he told me, and then we came together." Steve drew up his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees, I loved it when he sat like that. "We did that off and on for a few years, every camping trip. I haven't seen him for years now."
He fell silent. A couple of minutes later, I asked, "Ever loved someone?"
He was looking out from under the deck, down the mountain, lost in thought, I could clearly see it. "Not until now." He said softly, then in an instant, his eyes flew wide. He slowly turned, eyes wide and looked down at me. I half rolled on my back and looked back at him, my eyes wide as well.
"What did you say?" I asked, like an idiot.
"I, uh, was just thinking." Steve cleared his throat, "What did you ask?"
I sat up next to him, and grabbed his closest arm, pulling him around. We went nose to nose. "You heard me, and I heard you. You love me? Really?"
Steve sighed, slowly. "What's not to love?"
My heart was pounding in my chest. I didn't think it was possible for two guys to love each other. I had never given it any thought at all. But, why not? At this moment, at this magical moment in my life, it happened. Like being hit upside the head, or turning on a light. Bang, there was a lump in my throat, my chest quit pounding, and then my thoughts cleared. Yes, I was in love, total love with this gorgeous man. It wasn't just the sex, obviously that was great, but it was all of him, the whole thing.
I put a hand on his muscular shoulder, and then leaned against him, my head behind his at the base of his neck. I felt his hand touch mine on his shoulder. I moved and kissed the back of his neck, gently. He tilted his head back a little in response.
"You are incredible, little man. So tender."
"What makes you say so." I whispered.
He turned around, pushing me back to the tarp. "You're gentle, innocent. Well, until this morning. But, you're totally trusting." He stopped and just looked into my eyes. He was ripping me apart with his gaze. I was getting hard again. "I want to apologize for what I said earlier up on the deck."
"What do you mean? You didn't say anything wrong."
"Yeah, I think I confused you. I don't want you to get hurt."
"You couldn't hurt me." I said, trying to be tough.
"You don't get it. You're leaving, I'm leaving. I don't know when we will see each other again. It's killing me, and I know it must be on your mind too."
I reached up and stroked his hair again. "I'm trying not to think about it. I'm only thinking about now."
Steve smirked. He looked down me and then back up into my eyes. "I can see what you're thinking about." He said, as he wrapped his fingers around my hard length, sliding them up and down, softly tickling my cock. "And I know what I'm thinking of doing."
"Wait and see." Steve said softly, kissing me, then moving down my neck, softly biting me. Then tonguing the area. He moved down to my chest and mouthed over my right nipple, then sucked it hard. Oh, God it was good. He moved down my chest over my stomach, to my navel, and tongued it, then started down lower. He had to push aside my dick to go further down. He kissed around my hair line, then used his tongue to draw a line down to my inner thigh. He pulled my right knee with one hand to spread my legs apart.
His tongue worked lightly over my balls, making them tighten up and shift. I moaned softly. He took one in his mouth and sucked it, using his tongue as he bounced it around in his mouth. He let go and then moved to the other one, repeating what he had done. I was moaning and loving it.
He released my ball and then kissed them both, and lifted his head, looking up at me.
"Those are mine." He smiled as I looked down. "Do you want more?"
"Oh, yes." I begged, "God, yes, I want more." He smiled.
He lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly up my shaft to the tip. He rimmed my head with his tongue tip and then went back down, making me harder. He shifted his weight, and used his arm to slide my legs apart, pushing to make my feet plant on the tarp, bending my legs.
I felt his tongue move down below my balls, down my line toward my ass. I rolled my hips up to let him in. He spread my cheeks apart with his hands and then his tongue licked at my opening.
"Fuck, I love your tiny butt." He blew softly into my hole. I wanted to cum at his touch.
His tongue went in and out, slowly lubing my hole, then he put his lips over it tight and sucked. Oh, my God! I moaned loudly, my hands went down to the top of his head, my fingers wrapping into his hair. I rocked my hips even further forward to let him in further.
"Oh, fuck, yes, yes! Suck it, suck my ass!"
The suction was fantastic on my hole, my toes were tingling. Slowly he let it go. My breathing was so hard, it felt like there wasn't enough oxygen on the planet! I felt his tongue slide up my shaft again, and then his mouth wrapped over my head. I looked down to watch him.
He was sliding up and down on me, going down about half way on my long dick. Slowly, he went even further down, a little at a time. Finally, he reached the base and stopped, keeping it all in for a long moment. I was breathing hard already, but when he started moving up and down again, I was breathing even harder. I was beginning to feel it in my balls again, down deep. I knew I was getting close.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum."
He kept up his movement, up and down on me. I grabbed his hair tighter as I shot. Pounding the back of his throat with my pulsing. He moaned with each pulse. I looked down, I could see my cum running out of his mouth down my cock. He slowly pulled off and looked up in my direction. He opened his mouth and I could see my load, over his tongue and on his lips.
I sat up, and grabbed him, pulling him up. I wanted my load out of his mouth and in mine, like he had done to me. He resisted against me. I wasn't strong enough physically.
"I want it." I said.
He shook his head, half smiling. "It's mine."
"The fuck if it is." I replied, and used every bit of my might, rolling him over, forcing myself onto him, my tongue slamming into his mouth. I tasted my own load. Our tongues fought each other for it. He wrapped his arms around me so tight, it was hard to breath. I could feel how hard he was, as his cock was pinned between us with mine. I was moving my tongue quickly in his mouth and then swallowing as much as I could. God, it was so incredible.
Steve surrendered to me wanting my load. He eased his grip on me. I pulled back my face from his. I saw a little bit of cum on his chin. I moved in quickly and licked it up, then smiled. He smiled back.
"You're a little pig, aren't you?"
"You said I should taste my own load."
"Yeah, but I wanted it too." He sighed. "I guess we'll have to take turns. One time, I get it, the next time, you get it. Deal?"
"I love making deals with you." I smiled wide and then kissed him. "So, I guess, we're gonna do this again?"
"Right now?" Steve asked with wide eyes. "You have worn me out."
"Doesn't feel like it from here. You're so hard, you're poking a hole in my stomach."
He flipped me over on my back, "Why, you..." He tickled me a few times. I fought him back. "Don't you ever get enough?"
"Not of you." I replied softly, making him stop. He just stared at me. I stared back.
"You are something." He shook his head. "I'm in so much trouble, aren't I?"
I closed my eyes. "You know it." I didn't realize how tired I was, and started to drift off. I felt him wrap his arms around me. I felt so safe and loved at that moment as I drifted away.