Page 6 of Let Leaves Lay Where They Fall

Jamie slides a chilly hand under Nathan’s shirt. Tickling the thick dark carpet. Trembling fingers pop the button of his jeans and slowly lower the zipper. The cutie rubs the hard bulge over denim fabric before reaching inside. His fingers wrap around the thick, dripping, meaty stick. Flesh warmed by lust’s fever and friction.

Nathan leans forward, cheek to cheek. His mouth gapes and hot breath rushes Jamie’s skin. A guttural grunt of pleasure climbs from his throat, “Fuck yes!” He gasps into the cutie’s ear.

Jamie’s fingers stroke the underside of Nathan’s cock, kneading his thumb against the veiny shaft. His lips pinch and kiss the flesh of Nathan’s neck. Wrist twisting and palm swirling over the sticky coated head of his drooling tool, pushing and stretching at the taught foreskin. He drops to his knees. Pushing the hood back. He licks the tip. Tracing the ridge with his tongue. Looking up into eyes that beg him to go on.

Nathan’s pants fall below his ass, or Jamie pulls them down. His cock enters that silky wet mouth so fast, it’s a blur. He grips the back of Jamie’s head and braces against the tree, fingertips digging into bark. He pushes his pelvis forward, reaching further, fucking that sweet mouth. The smooth glide of the cutie’s tongue slipping back and forth against his rigid cock is absolute ecstasy.

Jamie’s head moves in fluid waves. Twisting and sucking.

Nathan’s fingers tangle in his hair. Pulling him forward and pushing his cock deeper. It takes just a couple dozen thrusts, before he can’t hold back. “I’m gonna… Uhnn.” The hot cream explodes on Jamie’s tongue. He slurps it up like the last bits of a delicious milkshake.

Jamie squeezes the brown tool from its base, pressing up the shaft with his thumb. Pushing back the foreskin and rolling his tongue around the tip. Sucking and kissing for every bead that emerges. Thirsty fucker. Rising back to his feet, their mouths meet again. He slips his glazed tongue past parting lips.

Nathan can taste his own nutty nectar and it arouses a late spurt from his still hard cock. He braces Jamie’s shoulders and flips him around, pressing the cutie’s back to the tree now. Time to return the favor.

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Jamie can’t begin to explain why he’s letting this happen. An impromptu hike in the little city’s nature reserve had purely innocent intent but is taking a wild turn. Right out in the open. Anybody could walk up and catch them at any moment.

His back is pressed against the bark of a massive maple tree. His pants are undone. The waistband of his generic briefs are pulled down. Why hadn’t he worn a nicer pair? His pink prick is fully exposed and reaching out into the crisp autumn air. Slick with a slurry of his own juices and saliva from the seducer’s tongue.

The skilled stranger is crouched and devouring him. Lapping up every drop of sticky sweet syrup leaking from his tap. Roaming paws climb all over the doughy belly he keeps hidden beneath oversized shirts. Jamie grabs Dave’s wrists and moves the intrusive hands down to his hips. That’s better. They crawl back, gripping both of his ass cheeks. Pulling his hips forward. Taking him deeper into a warm eager mouth.

Jamie tosses his head back. His mouth hung open. The nutty glaze of Dave’s come, still coating his own taste buds. He sucks cold air into his lungs. Kneading his fingers into the bulky shoulders of the man squatting before him. He pulls his belly in, squeezing the breath from his body.

Low moans grumble in his throat. Lustful Sounds he’s never heard himself make before. Breathy whimpers rise from the deep pit where his sex is shut away. That beast hasn’t been let out in ages and it’s absolutely crazed for this release.

He doesn’t look down for fear it will shake him out of the moment and drag him back to his senses. He’s let himself be seduced into this feral tryst with a man he’d just met. Going against every moral he claims to hold sacred. Maybe he wanted it more than he’d ever admit? Needed it.

Anyone who knows him would be shocked. Sweet, innocent Jamie. The hopeless romantic. Too good for frivolous hookups. Would never give himself up like some common trick. Well, it’s happening. He’s stood proud on that chaste pedestal for so long, this feels like abandoning himself. A reverse baptism of sorts. Stripping him of the long stretch of celibacy for a rebirth into debauchery.

Dave’s silky tongue is draining years of repressed tension out of his body. The prowling bear came up the trail, made his move and Jamie didn’t resist. As if he couldn’t. As if he is possessed by some esoteric forest enchantment.

The swelling eruption tightens in his pelvic floor. Heated sap bubbling and ready to spill past the surface. He tries but can’t hold it back. “I’m gonna come.” He gasps.

“Mmm.” The hungry bear growls.

A ring of fingers choke the base of Jamie’s dick, thumb looping under his balls. Holding him on the edge. Aching for the explosive climax he’s needed for too long. The stranger’s tongue glides up the rigid shaft. Rolling around the hot pink head. Teasing it. Lips closing over it. Relaxing his grip and inviting the salty streams to gush past his tongue and down his throat.

Jamie’s whole-body tenses, bracing against the tree. Rough bark digs through the thin cotton guarding his skin. The captive beast’s roar bursts from his belly and his knees go weak. He holds the stranger’s head still, until the inferno consuming his body cools down. Blood rushes back to his head, reeling his senses in on a wave of instant repentance.

Dave’s forehead rests against Jamie’s thigh. Catching his breath before rising to his feet. Dark curls spill from a gray beanie, falling into bewitching hazel eyes. His gaze is soft and steady. Full lips stretch into a charming grin.

Jamie looks to the ground. “Sorry.” His cheeks burn, “It’s been a while.” Since he’s done that with another person anyway.

Dave scoops in and lifts his chin, pressing their lips together. “Sorry? For what?” Their mouths touch again. “That was fucking hot.” His gravelly voice seems sincere.

It was hot.

They both rush to put their clothes back where they should be. Voices coming up the trail behind, cuts the awkward silence. Jamie turns to peer around the tree and then back. Before he can speak. Get a number. The satiated little bear is stepping away, over the stone wall.

“Thanks. That was amazing.” His words are muffled by the breeze.

“See ya Dave.” Jamie speaks too low to be heard.

Chapter 4

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