Page 59 of The Falcon and the Foe

“There’s something you should know about me, Cal. I’m an ass man.” He squeezed my cheek, and I stuck out my ass to give him better leverage.

We had gone from illicit kissing in the dark to putting ourselves in fully vulnerable positions should any campers wake up. Years of pent-up horniness had taken over. He dragged his finger up and down my crack as far as he could go. We weren’t as flexible as we used to be, though.

“Aren’t your knees getting tired?” he asked.

“You read my fucking mind.” The soreness began to outweigh the pleasure of having him in my mouth.

“Get back up here. I want to kiss you again.”

I did as he asked.See, I could follow rules.I needed to kiss him, too. Wanted some part of his body on my lips at all times.

Our mouths found each other in the darkness. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him and his firm chest. I wanted him to envelop me. Russ grabbed both of our cocks in his thick, rough hands. He stroked us together. I cried out into his mouth, and he kissed me harder to keep us quiet. My stomach was in my shoes, and Russ was in my mouth, and my cock was in his hand, and it all felt so incredible.

I collapsed against him as I gushed out waves of come that mushroomed over his fist. Russ tensed up under me and muttered a glorious string of expletives as he milked himself. His hand was drenched in our come. It ran down his fist until he relinquished his grip.

“So Scout Leader Russ, what do you do when you need to clean your hands in the woods?”

“Moss is actually a great absorbent, and it contains iodine which kills germs. It was in the handbook.”

“I must’ve missed that section.”

“Or you can do this.” He stared at me while he dragged his tongue down his come-soaked thumb.

Fuuuuuuuuck. I was ready for round two. “You’re so resourceful.”

Rather than search for moss, we returned to the bathroom and washed off properly. Russ kissed my neck and massaged my back while I used the sink.

We didn’t say anything as we walked back to our campsite and entered our tent. Russ slipped into his sleeping bag first. Before I got into mine, he unzipped his, so it was a blanket, not a cocoon. He gave me a look of tenderness that was like medicine I didn’t know I needed. I unzipped my bag into a flat square, then, as if on instinct, nestled myself into his arms. He wrapped them tight around me, and within minutes, I was fast asleep.

19

RUSS

Iwoke up the next morning with the wind rustling against the tent and Cal nestled in my arms. One of those things was a natural occurrence in the woods. The other, a wild aberration of the natural order of things.

I breathed in the honey scent of Cal’s hair and brushed my fingers through the light hairs on his forearm. He wiggled his butt against my crotch—was he tempting me or just sleeping? With him, it could be both. My body purred with Cal in my arms, feeling his weight and heat pressed against me. My stiffening meat and devious mind threatened to wake him up, but I stopped myself. He looked peaceful. I knew how rare it was for a parent and a forty-something guy to get a good night's sleep.

The haze of sunrise peeked through the crack of our tent. I untethered my body from his and snuck out of the tent, impressed with how sound of a sleeper Cal was.

I heaved in a big breath of morning-crisp air and listened to the stillness around me. It helped to clear my head, although I didn’t want it to be clear just yet. I wanted to live in the memory of last night for just a little bit longer before we re-entered the real world.

I trotted through the trail in the woods to the river. Flecks of fresh sun sprinkled themselves on the water. The soft gurgle of its current trickled down. While Sourwood was a beautiful small town, my heart was in nature.

I steeled myself for the cold as I entered the river, especially at that point that made all guys wince. The point where the water hits the family jewels. I sunk into the water, closed my eyes, and listened to the sounds of the forest.

“How’s the water?”

That was not one of them.

Cal rustled through the trees to the river bank. He had sleepy bed head, and I could practically smell the warmth of his t-shirt that I was just cuddling.

“The water’s great. You should come on in.”

I thought about yesterday and Cal finding me here, how adorably awkward he was about seeing me naked. And I liked it. I liked seeing him frazzled, and I admittedly got semi-hard at the thought of being naked in front of him.

“Is it cold?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

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