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Wyl pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Must be my college professor.” He enveloped my mouth in a hungry kiss. He inserted a second finger, targeting my gland and brushing his fingertips over the sensitive nub.
I tore away from the kiss and plopped on my back beside Wyl, legs spread wide. “Ungh…fuck…you’re amazing…God… don’t stop.” Pre-cum pooled in my navel. “I’m ready, Marine. Fuck me…now!” I lifted my knees to my chest.
Wyl moved between my legs and teased my hole with his cock, smearing the puckered opening with slick pre-cum. With a slight nudge, he pushed inside and leaned down for a kiss as his hard cock repeatedly nudged my gland.
“Oh, babe, I’m about to cum.” My voice shook with ecstasy before my orgasm tore through me like a runaway train, coating my chest with shots of man seed. My soul merged with Wyl’s.
Wyl’s body shook with the intensity of his climax. He held his breath as he continued to empty inside me before he collapsed onto my chest.
I wrapped my arms around Wyl as we panted together, emerging from the fog.
“Wow. You push all the right buttons on your cowboy.”
“It was like our souls merged, and we became one.” Wyl moved to kiss me.
I held on tight. “I love the feeling.”
“I want to stay this way forever, but we'd better clean up. Let’s go to the spring and wash before we snuggle ourselves to sleep.” Wyl peeled himself from me.
After washing ourselves and towel-drying, we closed the tent, wrapped around each other, and fell asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Three
WYL
Saturday morning, the chirping birds woke me. The darkness faded as the sun's golden glow crept over the eastern horizon, lighting the tent. The horses nickered, a comforting sound I always enjoyed. The warm body plastered against my chest comforted me as well. I missed camping out. Stewy and I used to camp out in high school, but we never shared a sleeping bag. I didn’t camp out at all during my time in the Corps. Oh…I slept outside a few times, but sleeping in a massive tent with other Marines differed from camping on the ranch. Lying here with my arm wrapped around Rod, I figured this would be one of our favorite activities. He stirred, and I tightened my embrace. “Morning, cowboy.”
He raised his head as if trying to figure out where he was. My warm hand stroked his chest, and his head fell on the pillow as he wiggled closer to me. “Morning,” Rod mumbled. He threaded his fingers through mine and tightened his grip.
“You awake, babe?” I kissed Rod’s ear and attempted to remove my hand.
“Nooooo,” Rod groaned in protest. “You’re so warm, and I like snuggling with you.”
“I like snuggling with you, too, babe, but I gotta pee.”
“Well, now that you mention peeing, so do I.” Rod released his grip.
I rolled over to crawl out of the sleeping bag.
Rod stretched and reached over to caress my bare back. His touch made me shiver.
“Is my hand cold?”
“No,” I said.” But unless we want a wet sleeping bag, I need to crawl out.” I unzipped the tent.
Rod pushed off the sleeping bag and followed me into the brisk morning.
“Brrrr,” Rod said. “Somebody turn up the thermostat!”
“The heater is coming up in the east.” I laughed, pointing. “You’ll soon feel the warmth.” I glanced at Rod. “Aim your pee so it doesn’t splash on your feet.”
“Soon?” Rod whined as his flow made an arc. “Don’t you have any ranch magic to make it hurry?”
Birds flew to and from the trees near the spring. The fresh spring water provided an oasis for various wildlife, including antelope, wild hogs, and an occasional wildcat. We didn't see any large wild animals on this campout. Still, I counted a few antelope tracks when I haltered the horses yesterday. I glanced over at Rod. The cold morning air shrank his manhood. “I remember your thing being bigger.”
“Shut up,” Rod chuckled. “Unlike me, my dick is smart enough to go inside when it’s freezing.”
I laughed. “It’s not freezing. I bet it’s in the low 60s out.” I grabbed a towel from the rock where we left them the night before, shaking it in case a crawly thing had nestled in it overnight. “Let’s wash up, then we can dress and sit by the fire.”
