I lifted my arms over my head, and he pulled it all the way off. Then he ran his fingers over my lean torso. He played with the downy little patch of hair that was starting to sprout in the middle of my chest, then worked his hands out to my nipples, cupping them gently, before tracing his fingers down my rib cage and back to my belly button, where a light line of fur ran down to the waistband of my jeans. He dipped the tip of a single finger below the button holding my jeans on, playing with the elastic of my underwear before resting his hand back on my chest. He could see that I was breathing quickly and that I wanted to kiss him again.
He brushed his lips lightly over my own, then pulled back again. This time, he slowly pulled off his own T-shirt, and I gazed at his athletic body. His chest was solid and muscular compared to my own wiry frame. His arms were sinewy and lean. I could see his ribs and the grooves of his taut stomach muscles as he breathed in and out. His body was completely smooth except for a single trail of hair that led downward from his belly button.
He took my tentative, delicate hands in his own larger, calloused ones and guided them over his upper body. After a moment, he let go of my hands, and I gently ran them from his collarbone down to his hips, using just my fingertips to explore his supple skin.
As I became bolder, using my hands to rub the muscles in his back and to cup his pectorals, he used his own hands to gently squeeze me around my rib cage and my hips, pulling me closer to him. Then slipping one arm behind me, he softly lowered me onto the sleeping bag and positioned himself on top of me, leaning on his other arm to support himself.
Our whole bodies were touching each other. I couldn’t tell if the amazing amount of heat we were radiating was from the friction we created as we rubbed our bodies against one another or if it was just because we were both sunburned. But it wasn’t long before we were glistening with a light layer of sweat mixed with dew from the night air. I could feel both of our cocks starting to swell underneath our jeans, and it wasn’t long before I was completely hard.
Martin started to kiss my neck, gently biting at the skin here or there, pausing at my Adam’s apple to give it a light kiss before tenderly sucking on my earlobe. All my nerves were tingling at his lightest touch. His tongue delved into the folds of my ear, then down my jawline until his mouth was back on mine. It was warm and soft and moist, demanding more and more pressure as his tongue swirled around my own.
My hips heaved against his, our pelvic bones locking in a frantic coupling beneath our pants. Though he was larger than me, I used my momentum to flip over on top of him, and feverishly licked at his neck and ears until he started moaning with pleasure.
I gave him a quick, deep kiss on the lips, then kissed his chin, making my way past his throat. I ran the top row of my teeth down his chest to one of his round little nipples—a spot of fleshy pink on his tanned skin. Then ever so gently, I ran my tongue back and forth over it a few times until it was hard.
When it was, I kissed it, using my lips to keep it hard, and taking pleasure in the slow, heaving breaths Martin was taking as I worked on him. Then I ran my chin over his nipple, using my stubble like light sandpaper to tingle and torment him. He gasped, then pulled my face back up to his to kiss me strongly and deeply, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. At the same time, I rubbed my hips back and forth over his own so that our hardened cocks were pressed against each other under the thick layers of denim.
When I’d had enough, I went back down to his chest, where I used my finger to rub and pinch his other nipple until it, too, was at attention. Then using my palms, I massaged his chest muscles as I slid my face down to his belly button. With my tongue, I taunted the little dimple in the middle of his stomach, and played with the silky hairs that grew beneath it.
Then I was at his jeans. I could see the outline of his cock running sideways from his fly all the way up to the waistband of his jeans. It was straining against the fabric, and pulling at the waistband so that it was hard to unbutton his jeans. But I did. And then I unzipped his fly, running my fingers along the rim of his jeans before pulling them down his legs and over his feet, then throwing the jeans onto the dock.
All Martin had on was a little pair of white cotton briefs that showed off the powerful curve of his ass—molded into a perfect bubble from long cross-country runs and afternoons working in the fields of his family’s farm. The tip of his penis poked up just above the waistband of his underwear, and throbbed slightly with every breath and with every stroke of my hands as I ran them up and down the insides of his legs. I could see that he was circumcised like me and that there was already a tiny drop of precum glistening from his slit at the top of the shiny pink head.
Martin sat up and I found myself practically sitting in his lap. He pulled my butt up onto his lap, sucking at my nipples while I buried my nose in his soft, clean hair. He started rubbing his crotch against mine and biting my shoulder before swinging me back down onto the sleeping bag and ripping at the buttons on my jeans. With a single pull, he whipped my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, then over my feet and off my body. I was completely naked, and when I reached up to pull down his briefs, so was Martin.
He knelt in front of me on the sleeping bag, and I was still on my back, my legs on either side of him. He pulled me up so that we were both kneeling facing each other, and he kissed me as he pulled my body against his own.
Our chests touched, then stomachs, and then, as we brought our hips together, so did our cocks. The two pink tips of our dicks brushed against each other lightly, and the precum now trickling freely from his cock was lubricating the tip of my own rod. Martin gyrated his hips slightly so that our shafts rubbed together. His cock was perfectly round and thicker than mine. It had a big vein that ran down the top of it from the base in his soft tuft of dark brown pubic hair to where the globe of his mushroom head met his shaft. My own cock was thinner than Martin’s but longer and smoother, and it was as hard as rock.
Then he gently pulled his body away from mine. He bent toward me to lick at my nipple, then kissed his way down the side of my torso. He got down on all fours, and I stroked the line of his spine with my hand, gently delving for a moment into the crevice of his perfectly formed ass and playing with the glossy hairs that ran along it. I could tell how excited he was as I ran my fingers down his ass crack, because he clenched and unclenched his cheeks, and the soft, fleshy skin in the crevice got hotter and hotter as I ran my fingers along it.
I closed my eyes in bliss as his tongue tickled my body. And then I gasped at the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt. Martin wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock. He was only sucking gently as he ran his tongue around and around the tip, lightly poking at my hole. His mouth was very warm and very wet, and I shivered as he breathed out through it as he went to work, taking in the entire length of my shaft so that I could feel the tip of my cock brush against the soft, wet tissue at the back of his throat.
I couldn’t help sighing with ecstasy as he kept my cock all the way in his mouth and used his tongue and throat to caress it. Then he started moving his mouth up and down the length of it, using his hand to keep the friction going. I grabbed his hair and held it as his head moved up and down. My knees started to buckle with the pleasure of it, and with a final suck, he released me from his mouth.
I flung myself at him, and threw him down on his back onto the sleeping bag, lowering my body onto his. As I kissed skin between his balls and his thighs, taking in his tangy, woodsy flavor, he squirmed with pleasure. I gently sucked at one of his balls and then the other as he began to moan. In another second, I had both of them in my mouth, and I pulled at them slightly when they retracted toward his body, keeping them hanging low and tender. When Martin moaned again, I released them, and used my tongue to lick the length of his hard-on. I played with the head, darting my tongue back and forth over the hole, and taking the whole thing in my mouth and sucking playfully at it. I had to open wide as I slowly, slowly took the entire cock down my throat, flexing my cheek and throat muscles to stimulate it as it slid down. With
