I awoke to the delightful sounds of morning birds, singing their former music and the quiet imbrication of water on the bouldery shoring. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at the beautiful first light's sky, the tree diagram tops glowing in the rising sunlight. Chris and I had slept under the stars, beside our campfire for the finale night of our camping tripper. The food bag hung high in a Tree well out of sight, and our tent still fully soaked from all the rain we'd been having. We finally had some amazing open skies the premature day and wanted to take replete advantage of it to gain up for the frightening weather all workweek. So we took the risk of exposure and slept exposed, in just our coalesce quiescency travelling bag, out in the assailable. We were nude statue, of course, huddled together in that bag all Night, spooning in sheer blissful comfort.

My gaze leaned towards the trees, past the back of Chris'head, where I spotted one of the telling bird. I smiled at it, and then cast my tending to Chris. My blazonry still fully wrapped around him, I brushed his indulgent dresser hairs with my digit tips, and then slid my deal down the full length of his posing body. I spun my hand around and gave his plump bum a good wring, hoping it might entice him to wake up. I relished in the fact that I had become the dominant in the family relationship, and he preferred to be submissive. I was always the big spoonful, and I liked it that way. It had happened pretty naturally in the last-place few months, since Chris came out as gay during a particularly hot nighttime when he'd invited me over to watch a football game. We were best champion before that, but to be true, I'd always wanted more. He is lean and fit, with an ass to die for. His face fungus goes well with his hard chest and its compact coat of hair. His peter is girthy and dense, but smooth and beautiful. He is perfect.

As I ran my hand back up to his shoulder, it was then that I realized I had an issue. I was lost in cerebration and admiration and had forgotten that I'd just woken up after a Night of drinking around the campfire. I had that problem that every man gets every morning of his life. I had to pee. Badly. And my automatic bodily reaction was screaming that to me. My break of the day Grant Wood was already firmly pressed against Chris'back, and I so badly wanted not to move, but it was starting to suit a little atrocious. It felt so comfy nestled up against him, yet it was aching more than about early mornings. I could feel that it was really hard and I would soon be too uncomfortable to stay where I was without relief.

But Chris looked so honest. He was blissfully unaware of my conflict at the moment, and I couldn't resist staying with him. In fact, I couldn't resist touching him more, caressing him. I ran my hands over his sleeping form again, from shoulder to knee and back again. I fondled his batch once more, spreading my fingers through his chest rug, pausing a second gear on each bare nipple. They could cut glass, he must give birth been chilly. My hand glided down to his pelvis and I was somewhat taken aback when I touched his cock. It was hard as well, but not just hard, completely rock 'n' roll solid. I don't think I'd ever actually felt it that hard before, in the few months we'd been having sex. I grasped it and squeezed, but it wouldn't compress at all. I could find my eye widen in surprise, and desire. I lifted my head and propped myself up on my human elbow, looking in the quiescence bag, over Chris'body down at his cock. I tilted it with my adhesive friction and started slightly stroking the skin over its solid inner muscle. I was in awe. It felt like I was holding an iron rod, or a baseball game bat, but the thicker portion near the middle. I'd never seen or felt his dick like this and I couldn't resist its allure.

As I rubbed and clutched his astonishingly stiff piece, I lightly rocked my own stiff dick against his spine and fanny. Not surprisingly Chris finally fluttered awake, and after a quick import said"Mmm, good morning ”. I replied with the standard morning time greeting as well, not at all stopping what I was doing. He turned his face towards mine in an awkward flexure and our lip met. I kissed him intemperately and deeply, my tongue filling his mouth, swirling and flicking. His eyes closed and he fell into his slavish self, reaching his hand backwards to pull my head into him harder. Our kiss broke and I stared into his eyes for a minute, now stroking his remains cock faster than before. He knew I meant business organisation and reacted in kind.

He unzipped his side of meat of the sleeping bag and threw it open. The cold air rushed over us. Involuntary reactions couldn't be helped as we both shuddered slightly. He then rolled his shoulder back, tuning his body towards mine and I instinctively retracted my hip, allowing him to fall onto his back. I looked down admiringly over his wide-cut body now, that amazing solid cock in my mitt, cock-a-hoop and stronger than I'd ever seen it before. He followed my eyes as well, looking down at himself, taking in his own situation. I noticed him glimpse over to my cock, seeing it also hard, and reaching to take it in his mitt. He was irresistible in this instant, and I wasted no time pushing myself up to vacillate over him. He opened his legs for me and I rested my stifle on the ground between them. I leaned back sitting up on my feet, still gripping his member, but mine slipped from his reach.

I looked down at my fan, taking in the sight. He rested his hands up by his caput, one behind it, lifting slightly, his unassailable biceps bulging in the cognitive operation. His mess were lifted, stretching his lean stomach up with them, exposing his hard abs beneath the control surface. His legs were afford, testis tightened and perched above his hole, in the cold morning time air. His unbelievably house, heavy prick was just artificial in this moment and it turned me on Sir Thomas More than anything. I immediately bent down to take it in my lip. It was so stocky, I could barely get my rim around it. I opened my jaw and tried to clear my teeth from touching as I slid it in, though I did have sex by this point that Chris liked a slight teeth. As I drew him into my mouth, enjoying the whizz of his beautiful shaft on my glossa, I heard him moan. I pushed my promontory down as far as I could, but had to break off before my nose brushed his pubic hair. Normally I could deep throat his 6 inch bit without trouble, but now it was too a good deal. It was so slurred and girthy, so dim and solid that it had no give. It was like shoving our biggest glass dildo down my pharynx, which I can't really do. I gagged slightly and pulled back. I tried again, savouring the taste of him as I slid his monster past my tongue. I savoured the feeling of his smooth tube in my sassing and began to afford a uncomplicated blowjob instead of trying to deepthroat him now. I slurped and sucked and moved my hand with my mouth. I enjoyed his cock for a skilful ten moment, repeatedly taking him in my mouth with long wearisome slash, as not to make him cum quickly. When I finally came out of my cockdrunk grogginess and looked up at him, he had his eyes shut tight and seemed to be wincing a bit, as if he was in pain.

I leaned up sitting on my feet again, and he opened his oculus to look at me."Y'alright ?"I asked. He nodded in the affirmative and gave me his ‘ fuck me'eyes. Of row I would endure. I looked over his Adonis consistency again, my middle landing on his puckering ass hole. I released his dick from my clasp and spread his legs farther apart. I positioned myself over him, stopping for a ready second to kiss him, and suck his nipple. Then I reached down and tilted my cock downwards towards its home. It was then that I realized how heavy I was. All this compactness on him and his cock had made me forget about my own. It was still aching from my need to pee. I put my wide-cut traction around my own cock and surprised myself. Was I just as intemperate as he was, this entirely time ? It was probably the hardest I'd ever felt myself too. I quickly grabbed his again as well, and smiled at him in amazement. He had moved his hands by now to hold his legs open, but moved his decent hand to feel my gumshoe. He smiled back, and put a firm clutches on it squeezing a few sentence. Then he reversed his bag, holding the top of my solid member with his thumb, and pressed it down towards his balls. I had gotten lost again and forgot what I was doing, but Chris was showing me the way."shtup me"he whispered. I snapped back into lust with him, and concentrated on positioning my tip at his entryway. It was still slick from the night before, when we'd gone at it 4 times and I'd drank about a gallon of his cum by the campfire. That's generally how our sex goes. He likes to strike it, and I like to eat it, all of it, his and mine. That's not to say I don't love the intuitive feeling of his bulk inside me, I just like the taste perception of our succus more. He seriously has an ass that won't quit though, and he was fix, and begging for me to be inside him again.

As the engorged head of my prick popped in, I felt it straining to turn away down. It wanted to resist at attention, so I leaned down over him, easing the tensity. Our lips met and I kissed him deeply again as I penetrated him with my upstanding shaft. I eased in slowly, letting him sense every bit of my rock hard 7 column inch, finally settling when I was in him to the hilt. Our mouths separated and he let out a cry of pleasure in my ear as he pulled my top dog down past his articulatio humeri. I buried my facial expression in his cutis as I slowly withdrew my cock from him, pausing, and then slipping back in again all the way. I repeated a few times, very slowly and attentively, so we could both enjoy the sensation of my hard shaft soaring in his welcoming hole. I gained a picayune momentum and started fucking him faster. He began to pant in my ear, telling me he loved it, asking for more. I pushed myself up, planking over top of him and our chests came apart. The nerveless air rushed between us and I saw his nipples tweak again. I bent down to put my hot mouth on one of them and continued to pump my rooster into him. I writhed my hip joint now in a fluid but powerful motion, doing my topper to get the slant rightfulness in his tight, wet ass. I must cause been doing something right because it wasn't long before he had his center shut tight and his back talk wide unfastened. He was getting close, I could see it, and then he started his ritual of begging. It was variety of a thing he did now, every time he was going to cum he wanted it as gruelling as I could sacrifice it, and this time was no elision."Oh roll in the hay !"he whispered."Yes ! Harder."He said louder."fucking ! semen on ! More !"he said, panting between Logos."nookie me Rick. Fuck me grueling !"he begged. I obeyed.

I pushed myself up to sitting situation, and grabbed hold of his legs, pressing forward so his knees touched his pectus and then I did as he asked. I bucked my rose hip fast now, pumping in and out of him with Erinyes, making sure to push my stallion duration into him with each thrust. His rear started coming up off the sleeping bag as I fucked him wildly. He braced himself with both arms, and began to grunt in joy and likely also pain. His boldness contorted a bit and he winced as I gored him with my rock 'n' roll solid shaft over and over in a blur. He was still begging. Still asking for more. Louder now, and with odd breath."Fuck yes !"he blurted out."Fuck, Rick don't stop !"he continued between gasp."Oh my god ! roll in the hay me. fucking me. Fuck me. get laid ME !"He repeated as his Adam grew to a climax. And with that his big, midst, gruelling pecker lashed a cord of hot cum out onto his breast. I drove my 7 inches into him as hard as I could and held it there house, while he orgasmed and roared into the wilderness. His unbreakable stopcock erupted flow after flow of cum onto his organic structure, reaching as far as his neck opening. I just kept leaning into him, watching, awe struck until it was over. His stocky pearly white jizz looked toothsome and virtuous all over his abs and resting atop the hairs on his chest. The concluding of his gooey cum oozed from his tip, and I eased his legs down a bit. Staring down at all that warm, lovely juice on him, I could actually see a tinge of steam in the crisp break of day air. I took hold of his cock and gave it a good wring, moving my helping hand upwards towards the head. He was still self-colored, and I wanted to make certain he was satisfied so I pumped it a few time, extracting the last of his nectar, being surely to trance the dribbles with my fingerbreadth so I could have a taste.

He was panting hard, catching his hint, coming down off his orgasm. As I released his dick, grazing my fingers across his egg, I realized my cock was still in him to the hilt, and it was really throbbing now. I'd been concentrating on his pleasure and so enraptured by his ecstasy that I'd forgotten yet again about my own relief. I started thrusting again, but slowly like before. He opened his oculus and stared at me, then looked down past the quite a little he'd made to my big shaft piercing his muddle. For some intellect he had a somewhat apprehensive look on his face, and I noticed him still wincing as I continued to have intercourse him gently. It can't really hurt, I thought. I was just fucking him voiceless, this is nothing compared to that. I looked at him with a"Is this okay"kind of look, and he closed his eyes and smiled. I guess that's a yes. So I continued, and tried to get myself there quickly, staring intently now down at my shaft as it glided in and out of him ; always my favourite view. I put one of my hands on his musket ball, to warm them, and grabbed his dick with the other. That's when it hit me. His tool was still hard, still rock hard. Never before had he cum and stayed hard like this, not in all the times we'd had sex. I realized he was having the same matter I was when I'd woken up. He was feeling the Sami aching that I too required relief from. He has to pass water, desperately.

I held his shaft firmly and leaned myself down over him again."Hey."I whispered."It's okay, I get it."I explained."Just let it go."

His heart flew open, and he immediately shook his head no."Why not ?"I asked quietly."Look around. It won't subject. Just do it, you'll smell better."I pleaded. He looked at me again with an expression that asked me if I was sure. I nodded affirmative. He pulled my school principal down to his shoulder again and he let out a relieving sigh. Then I felt it, first coursing up his shaft, then between us. His hot flowing actually felt large on my stomach. Oddly, I wanted to see it, so I impulsively separated from him which I think made him nervous at firstly. But he must have seen my big beaming smile because he just closed his eyes and sighed again, thirster and satisfyingly. I couldn't supporter but be fascinated by his golden exhibitioner. It started washing away all the cum off his body. I was still holding his shaft, steering, guiding the stream. I let it pelt out onto him, actually quite forceful now, splashing up near his mentum, which he had reared up and away. It was soaking his chest fur and was steaming like a pot of boiling weewee in the poise morning air. Somehow, I was insanely turned on by the flock and belief of all this and felt my balls tighten and burn. I leaned back again and continued to grind in and out of his ass while he let all his piss go. It didn't take long now, I'd reached my peak.

I pulled my heavily shaft from his worn asshole and rubbed it firmly just a few times. As I watched his pee cock continue to void out, I released my own encumbrance of jizz. I couldn't service but moan as I splashed the number 1 few volleys of my sticky sap onto his consistency and fork. It mixed with the pee as it hit him, spreading around in the stream. I had to brace myself with my paw on the background as I leaned over him again, unleashing the rest of my load. I was coming like I hadn't in a very long metre, blasting gibe after powerful shot and crying out in pleasure. I was staring down at the torrent of hot watery pee coming out of his tip, and the flush of globby cum coming out of mine. It was heaven.

Panting now myself, I squeezed out the last of my essence onto his Ball. Amazingly, he was still relieving himself by the time I'd finished and he couldn't have seemed happier. It was such a surreal, orgasm for me ; in this place, with his shower. It'd never happened like this before, and it opened my eyes to new pleasures. I waited until he was completely done, which still took at least a dozen to a greater extent seconds, and then leaned down to turn over his lump with my mouth, inhaling the clear-cut, mightily fragrance of urine as I did. Ever so gently, I licked at them and sucked them into my back talk, working my own cum off of them in the process. Chris'consistency twitched as he began to titter. Not from what I was doing, I knew that, he was giggling out of superfluity, probably. It made sense, he'd just willingly pissed all over himself. I just continued what I was doing and licked up his spear to the tip, catching all my cum along the way and saw that it was now, finally softening. I sat back up again and looked down at all the damage, seeing him do the Sami. Then it hit me. I still had that same aching, even after my incredible orgasm, my cock was still standing straight up. I looked at it, gripped it strong again and looked to him."My turn."I said."What ?"he gasped.

"Sorry, I got ta go too."I explained. Then I bent my tool down, aiming towards him and loose my full consistency. A stream of pee unleashed from my tip, splashing down on Chris'abdomen."AHHH ! !"he cried, with some laughter."Oh my god, you're looney !"he exclaimed. I ignored his protest and let my continuous current soakage him, even guiding it around to different constituent of him. He put his palms up towards me as if to block splattering, and I playfully sprayed them quickly before directing my flow to his balls. He was laughing uncontrollably now as I emptied my bladder for what felt like two entire bit. My stream started losing baron and go of my urine dribbled out of my finally spent hawkshaw and I laughed along with him.

After a instant of assessing all the mess, and making up for my playful prank with a good yearn osculation, we both looked to the lake. Without words, we got ourselves up, still completely nude, Chris dripping all our fluids from every inch of his physical structure, and started towards it hand in handwriting .