Page 58 of The Falcon and the Foe

Mentally, I just came. My dick was nearly there as well.

“A bathroom stall?” I suggested.

“Have you been inside those stalls?” He shivered in disgust. Not even Russ’s woodsy, manly scent could counteract the stench of an outdoor bathroom.

Russ took my hand and led us into the woods, only the faint light of his flashlight guiding our way.

18

CAL

Russ pushed me up against a large oak tree and kissed the fucking breath out of my lungs. My heart raced so fast it could qualify for NASCAR.

I fucking loved camping.

He gave me little, hungry pecks begging for more, sending so much heat through me it was as if my lungs had ingested fire. He gazed at me with saucer-sized pupils and saliva-slicked lips.

“Scout Leader Russ.” I grabbed the thick rod jutting from his sweatpants.

“Shut up and kiss me,” he growled. Tree bark poked into my back as he ground his hard cock against my leg. I held onto his sweatshirt until I thought I was going to fall.

“God, you are so annoying.” He kissed my neck. “And so sexy. I can’t stand it.”

“I swear I wasn’t consciously groping you last night.”

“I wish you were. I’ve had a fucking hard-on for the past twenty-four hours, thanks to you.” He smiled on my lips, his rugged looks burning into my core. God, he was sexy.

Before I could respond with a sexy retort, he jammed his tongue into my mouth again, moaning as he cupped my head, his fingers sliding between the hairs of my beard. It had been years since we kissed anyone, and we were both savoring the moment.

I rubbed my hands all over him. I had never wanted to touch someone as much as I wanted Russ and his firm, sturdy body that actively resisted dadbod, but wasn’t completely successful. I felt his strength and his muscle, but also the soft pouches of his stomach and arms. I loved all of it.

He let out a guttural groan against my neck when I palmed his cock. He was thick and hard. It had been way too long since I’d touched another man’s dick. One fortunate aspect of being gay is that I knew how the equipment worked. I had lots of self-practice.

I stroked him through his sweats; he bucked his hips to meet my touch. Russ kissed across my beard. He slipped a hand into the waistband of my shorts and palmed my ass cheek. He squeezed hard, his hot fingers branding me.

“Fuck. Your ass looks fucking amazing in your scout uniform. And watching you bend over to pick up sticks…” He growled into my mouth.

I’d always been self-conscious of my butt. It was large. Even in my twenties, it wasn’t one of those fit, pert bubble butts. That Sir Mix a Lot song wasn't just an anthem for women. Russ seemed to appreciate the junk in my trunk. He slapped his hand against my ass. It wasn’t loud since he couldn’t pull his hand back far enough, but the vibrations still rumbled through me. Russ was like an animal. I was happy to be the carcass he could devour.

I yanked his pants down and held his hot, pulsating cock in my hand. Russ moved his hand from my ass to the front of my shorts. When he wrapped his fingers around my rock-hard cock, I saw stars. There was nothing like the touch of another person down there to light me up like a slot machine in Vegas.

“Oh, my God,” I whimpered, desperate to keep my voice quiet while my body quaked.

“Someone’s at attention,” he said with venom on his lips. I gripped him tighter and stroked, cutting off his witty repartee with a groan. I loved that I could make this man groan.

Fuck, I was with a man.

We stroked each other in heaving breaths in the darkness, with only moonlight and the silhouette of Russ’s gasping, heavenly face to guide me.

Fuck it. Sucking dick had to be like riding a bike. I got on my knees and jammed his fat cock into my mouth, taking him to the base in an impressive show of muscle memory. Gasps and moans sang out from above.

“Shit. Your mouth is amazing. Must be all that goddamn talking,” Russ said. “Now I know how to get you to shut up.”

“Same here.” I thwacked his cock on my tongue, savoring its manly taste.

His pubic hair flitted up my nose, and I inhaled the musky scent. I licked my tongue down his shaft and tongued his balls. Russ gripped my hair and shoved me closer to him. I bobbed on his cock in short thrusts as he bucked his hips to meet me. Salty pre-cum dribbled on my tongue.

Russ leaned over me, getting more of his cock in my mouth. He kept leaning, and then I felt a slick finger slide into the top of my crack. I shuddered with desire, want scorching my veins.

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