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Dawson feels himself being gently pulled from sleep. In the dark room his waking mind centres its awareness around the body relaxed against his own. Will is snuggled into Dawson’s side, head resting on his bicep, leg slung over his. The two boys radiate heat under the blanket, and the small wooden room is filled with the scent of woodsmoke, sweat, and cum.

The fullness of Dawson’s bladder draws his attention, and he carefully extracts himself from Will’s embrace. Holding his breath, he lets the blanket fall back over his friend’s sleeping form, and rises naked from the bed. He steps over their clothes crumpled on the floor, comfortable in his nakedness being bared to the woods, the door of the bunkie facing away from the cottage. He steps out quietly, savouring how the gentle breeze and moonlight slide over his bare skin.

As he studies the bark of the tree his stream is arcing onto, Dawson muses over the sense that this night is somehow separated from reality. As if he and Will were in their own universe, time seems to stretch without relation to the outside world. It’s a dreamlike sense that Dawson falls into gladly.

As Dawson pads quietly back to bed, the lamp is suddenly flicked on.

“I thought you were leaving,” Will smirks.

The thrill of the new openness between them rushes through Dawson anew as Will falls into the familiar levity of their friendship, nothing lost to awkwardness.

“Nah, I’m coming right back to you,” Dawson grins.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty tight in this bed… maybe I don’t want you taking up all my space,” Will teases.

“You fucker,” Dawson laughs.

Dawson begins to climb onto the bed, just to be playfully shoved away by Will. Dawson launches himself across Will’s torso, clambering to stay on while Will grapples him away. The boys tumble across the mattress, kicking the blanket to the floor in the process. Eventually Will manages to use his weight to pin Dawson’s lankier frame down, the usual outcome of their wrestling matches since they were little. As Dawson struggles under Will’s hold, the sensation of their bare skin rubbing together begins to catch his awareness. With his gaze locked on Will’s laughing face above him, Dawson feels heat rising in his stomach as Will’s closeness fills his senses. The physical contact, the deep breaths, the familiar musk, the unashamed openness between their completely bared bodies.

The blood rushing to Dawson’s cock laying across his stomach turns his mind to Will’s cock, hanging between his thick thighs straddling Dawson’s hips. With a sudden twist of his shoulder Dawson frees one arm, and quickly takes Will’s soft cock and hanging balls in his hand. The unexpected stimulation, the rough caress, makes Will freeze. Dawson uses the distraction to buck his hips up and roll Will onto his back, where Dawson is able to shift his body up and pin Will’s shoulders with his thighs. Dawson smiles triumphantly, drinking in the sight of his friend’s face just inches from his semi-erect cock, swaying between his spread thighs.

Will breaks his gaze away from the thick length of cock before him to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“Well bud, I guess I tap out,” he says, slapping Dawson’s tensed thigh, where his hand stays.

Dawson smirks down at Will and takes his chin in his hand, thumb stroking Will’s cheek.

“What do I do now that I’ve got you?”

 Will’s eyes flick down to Dawson’s cock as it thickens and begins to arch out above his face. His mouth parts as he lets out a ragged breath, hot against the underside of Dawson’s cock.

“You do whatever you want…”

“I think what I want is something you want too,” Dawson says, too intently to sound playful.

Will meets Dawson’s gaze with hunger. “I want to taste you. Fully this time.”

Dawson rises on his knees, and shifts Will back so his head and shoulders are propped up on the pillows. He repositions his thighs around Will’s shoulders, and traces along Will’s jaw, taking his head in his hands.

“Are you ready?”

Will can only nod, his eyes burning with anticipation. One hand reaches down to grab his cock, quickly becoming achingly hard, precum already dripping down his swelling head. The other hand travels up the front of Dawson’s thigh, feeling the toned muscle flex under his touch. He traces his fingers along the v-line narrowing to Dawson’s trimmed bush, then slides his hand around the thick base of Dawson’s cock, its steel hard length arching out before Will’s face.

Dawson’s grip tightens around Will’s head, the sensation of his best friend exploring his body sending a jolt of pleasure through Dawson’s stomach. With his eyes locked on Will’s, Dawson slowly thrusts his hips forward while pulling Will’s head closer to the glistening tip of his straining cock. Will parts his lips, allowing Dawson’s swollen head to tenderly push through the encircling pressure of his mouth. Dawson groans low in his throat as his cock pulses, he watches Will’s eyes light up as a fresh spurt of precum floods over his tongue.

Dawson begins to slide his thick shaft further through Will’s lips with continuous pressure. He controls the pace, slowing as he feels the muscles of Will’s throat flex and relax around his swollen head, letting the hot, wet walls of his throat adjust to the length and girth of Dawson’s invading cock. Will gags as his lips stretch around the thick base, and Dawson holds his head there, nose pressed into Dawson’s dark curls. The ripple of Will’s throat swallowing around Dawson’s shaft makes his cock throb, and Will moans as Dawson’s ridge pulses against the walls of his throat, all the way to the tip of his tongue.

“You’re doing so fucking good bro,” Dawson grins.

Will hums in agreement, sending a shiver radiating through Dawson’s body. He rocks his hips back, sliding the thick arching length of his cock out of Will’s throat, trailing saliva across Will’s lips and chin. Will’s chest heaves under Dawson’s spread thighs as he gulps for air, but a hungry, cocky smirk lights up his face. Dawson smirks back down at him, tracing the leaking slit of his tip around Will’s lips.

Again he thrusts forward as he pulls Will’s head into his crotch, this time faster, more forceful as Will works his mouth and throat around Dawson’s thick shaft with more confidence. Will gags, but the hot slippery walls of his throat are relaxed to the form of Dawson’s cock. Dawson draws back, leaving the head of his cock to the rippling exploration of Will’s tongue, before thrusting his length back down Will’s throat. The wet sounds of slurping and gaging echo of the wooden walls as Dawson thrusts his cock down Will’s throat with constant, driving rocks of his abdomen, gripping Will’s head as he uses it to send throbs of pleasure through his young body.

With a satisfied gasp Dawson pulls the glistening length of his cock from Will’s mouth. Saliva and precum run down his shaft, across his balls, dripping onto Will’s chest and neck.

“Want more than my cock? Taste my balls bro,” Dawson commands playfully.

Dawson leans his torso back and shifts his hips forward, pressing the underside of his cock to Will’s nose, the heat and musk of Dawson’s crotch radiating across Will’s flushed face. Dawson lounges back, supporting one hand on Will’s thick thigh, the other sliding down Will’s precum slicked shaft to take his balls in his hand.

Will breathes in deeply, savouring the sweaty, salty scent of his best friend, before letting out a ragged breath of pleasure.

“I’m going to get hair in my mouth man,” Will jokes.

“It’s trimmed, we can’t all look as neat down there as you do blondie,” Dawson grins.

Will smiles back, then brings his lips to Dawson’s balls hanging in his face. He traces his lips around the form of each testicle, kissing and nuzzling. Dawson groans contently, and begins fondling, massaging, caressing Will’s balls in his hand. Will parts his lips, and takes both testicles into the enveloping heat of his mouth. He sucks on them, massaging with his tongue, exploring each round curve. Dawson moans in pleasure, and begins stroking Will’s shaft in his tight grip.

Both boys are panting as they draw pleasure from each other’s bodies, chests heaving, sweat beading over their contracting and flexing muscles. Dawson’s hand grows slick with Will’s precum as his cock slides under Dawson’s grip, wet slaps echoing in the warm air. Dawson pulls his hand from Will’s shaft to hold it above Will’s head, letting the precum drip thickly between his fingers.

“I’m going to taste you too, Will,” Dawson says low in his throat.

Dawson brings his glistening hand up, taking two fingers in his mouth while he locks his eyes on Will’s. The salty flavour of his best friend coats his tongue, feeding the arousal burning in his chest, heightening the intimacy of their connection. Will’s eyes are wide as Dawson slides his fingers from his mouth, then draws his hand towards Will’s face.

“Taste yourself.”

Will lets Dawson’s balls slide from his open mouth, and wraps his lips around Dawson’s fingers. He traces his tongue around each digit, savouring his own taste, so similar to that leaking from his best friend’s cock. Dawson draws his wet fingers from Will’s mouth, and guides his swollen head through Will’s parted lips. He runs his hand through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head while the other hand reaches back to wrap around Will’s shaft.

Dawson rocks his hips forward, powerful in his desperation, forcing Will to work the muscles of his throat to their capacity to take Dawson’s thick shaft. The walls of Will’s throat clench around Dawson’s arching length as he drives deeply in rocking thrusts, drawing the vibration of groans from Will’s throat. Dawson’s hand clenches on Will’s head as his grip tightens around Will’s cock, pumping furiously.

Will’s hips buck as his body clenches in a deep pulse of pleasure, driving thick spurts of cum from his aching cock, splashing across his stomach, his chest, across Dawson’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dawson gasps as Will’s throat contracts around the straining length of his cock.

He drives his pelvis forward, crushing Will’s nose against his dark curls, forcing his thick cock as deeply down Will’s hot wet throat as it can stretch. His abdomen flexes with the pulses of pleasure radiating from his throbbing cock. Cum shoots down Will’s throat, gaging him, leaking from his lips clamped around the thick base of Dawson’s cock.

“Fuck bro take my cum,” Dawson growls as the throes of his pleasure make him throw his head back, grip Will’s body with his hairy thighs, hold Will’s flushed face into his crotch.

With a groan Dawson flops back across Will’s body, letting his cock pull free of Will’s throat. The boys pant, Will recovering his breath, letting the cum dribble freely from his open mouth. Dawson twists around, laying on top of Will to meet his exhilarated gaze, head reeling with the high of the insane pleasure coursing through his body. The boys kiss with deep abandon, savouring Dawson’s cum on each other’s tongue.

Dawson feels himself being gently pulled from sleep. In the dark room his waking mind centres its awareness around the body relaxed against his own. Will is snuggled into Dawson’s side, head resting on his bicep, leg slung over his. The two boys radiate heat under the blanket, and the small wooden room is filled with the scent of woodsmoke, sweat, and cum.

The fullness of Dawson’s bladder draws his attention, and he carefully extracts himself from Will’s embrace. Holding his breath, he lets the blanket fall back over his friend’s sleeping form, and rises naked from the bed. He steps over their clothes crumpled on the floor, comfortable in his nakedness being bared to the woods, the door of the bunkie facing away from the cottage. He steps out quietly, savouring how the gentle breeze and moonlight slide over his bare skin.

As he studies the bark of the tree his stream is arcing onto, Dawson muses over the sense that this night is somehow separated from reality. As if he and Will were in their own universe, time seems to stretch without relation to the outside world. It’s a dreamlike sense that Dawson falls into gladly.

As Dawson pads quietly back to bed, the lamp is suddenly flicked on.

“I thought you were leaving,” Will smirks.

The thrill of the new openness between them rushes through Dawson anew as Will falls into the familiar levity of their friendship, nothing lost to awkwardness.

“Nah, I’m coming right back to you,” Dawson grins.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty tight in this bed… maybe I don’t want you taking up all my space,” Will teases.

“You fucker,” Dawson laughs.

Dawson begins to climb onto the bed, just to be playfully shoved away by Will. Dawson launches himself across Will’s torso, clambering to stay on while Will grapples him away. The boys tumble across the mattress, kicking the blanket to the floor in the process. Eventually Will manages to use his weight to pin Dawson’s lankier frame down, the usual outcome of their wrestling matches since they were little. As Dawson struggles under Will’s hold, the sensation of their bare skin rubbing together begins to catch his awareness. With his gaze locked on Will’s laughing face above him, Dawson feels heat rising in his stomach as Will’s closeness fills his senses. The physical contact, the deep breaths, the familiar musk, the unashamed openness between their completely bared bodies.

The blood rushing to Dawson’s cock laying across his stomach turns his mind to Will’s cock, hanging between his thick thighs straddling Dawson’s hips. With a sudden twist of his shoulder Dawson frees one arm, and quickly takes Will’s soft cock and hanging balls in his hand. The unexpected stimulation, the rough caress, makes Will freeze. Dawson uses the distraction to buck his hips up and roll Will onto his back, where Dawson is able to shift his body up and pin Will’s shoulders with his thighs. Dawson smiles triumphantly, drinking in the sight of his friend’s face just inches from his semi-erect cock, swaying between his spread thighs.

Will breaks his gaze away from the thick length of cock before him to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“Well bud, I guess I tap out,” he says, slapping Dawson’s tensed thigh, where his hand stays.

Dawson smirks down at Will and takes his chin in his hand, thumb stroking Will’s cheek.

“What do I do now that I’ve got you?”

 Will’s eyes flick down to Dawson’s cock as it thickens and begins to arch out above his face. His mouth parts as he lets out a ragged breath, hot against the underside of Dawson’s cock.

“You do whatever you want…”

“I think what I want is something you want too,” Dawson says, too intently to sound playful.

Will meets Dawson’s gaze with hunger. “I want to taste you. Fully this time.”

Dawson rises on his knees, and shifts Will back so his head and shoulders are propped up on the pillows. He repositions his thighs around Will’s shoulders, and traces along Will’s jaw, taking his head in his hands.

“Are you ready?”

Will can only nod, his eyes burning with anticipation. One hand reaches down to grab his cock, quickly becoming achingly hard, precum already dripping down his swelling head. The other hand travels up the front of Dawson’s thigh, feeling the toned muscle flex under his touch. He traces his fingers along the v-line narrowing to Dawson’s trimmed bush, then slides his hand around the thick base of Dawson’s cock, its steel hard length arching out before Will’s face.

Dawson’s grip tightens around Will’s head, the sensation of his best friend exploring his body sending a jolt of pleasure through Dawson’s stomach. With his eyes locked on Will’s, Dawson slowly thrusts his hips forward while pulling Will’s head closer to the glistening tip of his straining cock. Will parts his lips, allowing Dawson’s swollen head to tenderly push through the encircling pressure of his mouth. Dawson groans low in his throat as his cock pulses, he watches Will’s eyes light up as a fresh spurt of precum floods over his tongue.

Dawson begins to slide his thick shaft further through Will’s lips with continuous pressure. He controls the pace, slowing as he feels the muscles of Will’s throat flex and relax around his swollen head, letting the hot, wet walls of his throat adjust to the length and girth of Dawson’s invading cock. Will gags as his lips stretch around the thick base, and Dawson holds his head there, nose pressed into Dawson’s dark curls. The ripple of Will’s throat swallowing around Dawson’s shaft makes his cock throb, and Will moans as Dawson’s ridge pulses against the walls of his throat, all the way to the tip of his tongue.

“You’re doing so fucking good bro,” Dawson grins.

Will hums in agreement, sending a shiver radiating through Dawson’s body. He rocks his hips back, sliding the thick arching length of his cock out of Will’s throat, trailing saliva across Will’s lips and chin. Will’s chest heaves under Dawson’s spread thighs as he gulps for air, but a hungry, cocky smirk lights up his face. Dawson smirks back down at him, tracing the leaking slit of his tip around Will’s lips.

Again he thrusts forward as he pulls Will’s head into his crotch, this time faster, more forceful as Will works his mouth and throat around Dawson’s thick shaft with more confidence. Will gags, but the hot slippery walls of his throat are relaxed to the form of Dawson’s cock. Dawson draws back, leaving the head of his cock to the rippling exploration of Will’s tongue, before thrusting his length back down Will’s throat. The wet sounds of slurping and gaging echo of the wooden walls as Dawson thrusts his cock down Will’s throat with constant, driving rocks of his abdomen, gripping Will’s head as he uses it to send throbs of pleasure through his young body.

With a satisfied gasp Dawson pulls the glistening length of his cock from Will’s mouth. Saliva and precum run down his shaft, across his balls, dripping onto Will’s chest and neck.

“Want more than my cock? Taste my balls bro,” Dawson commands playfully.

Dawson leans his torso back and shifts his hips forward, pressing the underside of his cock to Will’s nose, the heat and musk of Dawson’s crotch radiating across Will’s flushed face. Dawson lounges back, supporting one hand on Will’s thick thigh, the other sliding down Will’s precum slicked shaft to take his balls in his hand.

Will breathes in deeply, savouring the sweaty, salty scent of his best friend, before letting out a ragged breath of pleasure.

“I’m going to get hair in my mouth man,” Will jokes.

“It’s trimmed, we can’t all look as neat down there as you do blondie,” Dawson grins.

Will smiles back, then brings his lips to Dawson’s balls hanging in his face. He traces his lips around the form of each testicle, kissing and nuzzling. Dawson groans contently, and begins fondling, massaging, caressing Will’s balls in his hand. Will parts his lips, and takes both testicles into the enveloping heat of his mouth. He sucks on them, massaging with his tongue, exploring each round curve. Dawson moans in pleasure, and begins stroking Will’s shaft in his tight grip.

Both boys are panting as they draw pleasure from each other’s bodies, chests heaving, sweat beading over their contracting and flexing muscles. Dawson’s hand grows slick with Will’s precum as his cock slides under Dawson’s grip, wet slaps echoing in the warm air. Dawson pulls his hand from Will’s shaft to hold it above Will’s head, letting the precum drip thickly between his fingers.

“I’m going to taste you too, Will,” Dawson says low in his throat.

Dawson brings his glistening hand up, taking two fingers in his mouth while he locks his eyes on Will’s. The salty flavour of his best friend coats his tongue, feeding the arousal burning in his chest, heightening the intimacy of their connection. Will’s eyes are wide as Dawson slides his fingers from his mouth, then draws his hand towards Will’s face.

“Taste yourself.”

Will lets Dawson’s balls slide from his open mouth, and wraps his lips around Dawson’s fingers. He traces his tongue around each digit, savouring his own taste, so similar to that leaking from his best friend’s cock. Dawson draws his wet fingers from Will’s mouth, and guides his swollen head through Will’s parted lips. He runs his hand through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head while the other hand reaches back to wrap around Will’s shaft.

Dawson rocks his hips forward, powerful in his desperation, forcing Will to work the muscles of his throat to their capacity to take Dawson’s thick shaft. The walls of Will’s throat clench around Dawson’s arching length as he drives deeply in rocking thrusts, drawing the vibration of groans from Will’s throat. Dawson’s hand clenches on Will’s head as his grip tightens around Will’s cock, pumping furiously.

Will’s hips buck as his body clenches in a deep pulse of pleasure, driving thick spurts of cum from his aching cock, splashing across his stomach, his chest, across Dawson’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dawson gasps as Will’s throat contracts around the straining length of his cock.

He drives his pelvis forward, crushing Will’s nose against his dark curls, forcing his thick cock as deeply down Will’s hot wet throat as it can stretch. His abdomen flexes with the pulses of pleasure radiating from his throbbing cock. Cum shoots down Will’s throat, gaging him, leaking from his lips clamped around the thick base of Dawson’s cock.

“Fuck bro take my cum,” Dawson growls as the throes of his pleasure make him throw his head back, grip Will’s body with his hairy thighs, hold Will’s flushed face into his crotch.

With a groan Dawson flops back across Will’s body, letting his cock pull free of Will’s throat. The boys pant, Will recovering his breath, letting the cum dribble freely from his open mouth. Dawson twists around, laying on top of Will to meet his exhilarated gaze, head reeling with the high of the insane pleasure coursing through his body. The boys kiss with deep abandon, savouring Dawson’s cum on each other’s tongue.

Dawson feels himself being gently pulled from sleep. In the dark room his waking mind centres its awareness around the body relaxed against his own. Will is snuggled into Dawson’s side, head resting on his bicep, leg slung over his. The two boys radiate heat under the blanket, and the small wooden room is filled with the scent of woodsmoke, sweat, and cum.

The fullness of Dawson’s bladder draws his attention, and he carefully extracts himself from Will’s embrace. Holding his breath, he lets the blanket fall back over his friend’s sleeping form, and rises naked from the bed. He steps over their clothes crumpled on the floor, comfortable in his nakedness being bared to the woods, the door of the bunkie facing away from the cottage. He steps out quietly, savouring how the gentle breeze and moonlight slide over his bare skin.

As he studies the bark of the tree his stream is arcing onto, Dawson muses over the sense that this night is somehow separated from reality. As if he and Will were in their own universe, time seems to stretch without relation to the outside world. It’s a dreamlike sense that Dawson falls into gladly.

As Dawson pads quietly back to bed, the lamp is suddenly flicked on.

“I thought you were leaving,” Will smirks.

The thrill of the new openness between them rushes through Dawson anew as Will falls into the familiar levity of their friendship, nothing lost to awkwardness.

“Nah, I’m coming right back to you,” Dawson grins.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty tight in this bed… maybe I don’t want you taking up all my space,” Will teases.

“You fucker,” Dawson laughs.

Dawson begins to climb onto the bed, just to be playfully shoved away by Will. Dawson launches himself across Will’s torso, clambering to stay on while Will grapples him away. The boys tumble across the mattress, kicking the blanket to the floor in the process. Eventually Will manages to use his weight to pin Dawson’s lankier frame down, the usual outcome of their wrestling matches since they were little. As Dawson struggles under Will’s hold, the sensation of their bare skin rubbing together begins to catch his awareness. With his gaze locked on Will’s laughing face above him, Dawson feels heat rising in his stomach as Will’s closeness fills his senses. The physical contact, the deep breaths, the familiar musk, the unashamed openness between their completely bared bodies.

The blood rushing to Dawson’s cock laying across his stomach turns his mind to Will’s cock, hanging between his thick thighs straddling Dawson’s hips. With a sudden twist of his shoulder Dawson frees one arm, and quickly takes Will’s soft cock and hanging balls in his hand. The unexpected stimulation, the rough caress, makes Will freeze. Dawson uses the distraction to buck his hips up and roll Will onto his back, where Dawson is able to shift his body up and pin Will’s shoulders with his thighs. Dawson smiles triumphantly, drinking in the sight of his friend’s face just inches from his semi-erect cock, swaying between his spread thighs.

Will breaks his gaze away from the thick length of cock before him to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“Well bud, I guess I tap out,” he says, slapping Dawson’s tensed thigh, where his hand stays.

Dawson smirks down at Will and takes his chin in his hand, thumb stroking Will’s cheek.

“What do I do now that I’ve got you?”

 Will’s eyes flick down to Dawson’s cock as it thickens and begins to arch out above his face. His mouth parts as he lets out a ragged breath, hot against the underside of Dawson’s cock.

“You do whatever you want…”

“I think what I want is something you want too,” Dawson says, too intently to sound playful.

Will meets Dawson’s gaze with hunger. “I want to taste you. Fully this time.”

Dawson rises on his knees, and shifts Will back so his head and shoulders are propped up on the pillows. He repositions his thighs around Will’s shoulders, and traces along Will’s jaw, taking his head in his hands.

“Are you ready?”

Will can only nod, his eyes burning with anticipation. One hand reaches down to grab his cock, quickly becoming achingly hard, precum already dripping down his swelling head. The other hand travels up the front of Dawson’s thigh, feeling the toned muscle flex under his touch. He traces his fingers along the v-line narrowing to Dawson’s trimmed bush, then slides his hand around the thick base of Dawson’s cock, its steel hard length arching out before Will’s face.

Dawson’s grip tightens around Will’s head, the sensation of his best friend exploring his body sending a jolt of pleasure through Dawson’s stomach. With his eyes locked on Will’s, Dawson slowly thrusts his hips forward while pulling Will’s head closer to the glistening tip of his straining cock. Will parts his lips, allowing Dawson’s swollen head to tenderly push through the encircling pressure of his mouth. Dawson groans low in his throat as his cock pulses, he watches Will’s eyes light up as a fresh spurt of precum floods over his tongue.

Dawson begins to slide his thick shaft further through Will’s lips with continuous pressure. He controls the pace, slowing as he feels the muscles of Will’s throat flex and relax around his swollen head, letting the hot, wet walls of his throat adjust to the length and girth of Dawson’s invading cock. Will gags as his lips stretch around the thick base, and Dawson holds his head there, nose pressed into Dawson’s dark curls. The ripple of Will’s throat swallowing around Dawson’s shaft makes his cock throb, and Will moans as Dawson’s ridge pulses against the walls of his throat, all the way to the tip of his tongue.

“You’re doing so fucking good bro,” Dawson grins.

Will hums in agreement, sending a shiver radiating through Dawson’s body. He rocks his hips back, sliding the thick arching length of his cock out of Will’s throat, trailing saliva across Will’s lips and chin. Will’s chest heaves under Dawson’s spread thighs as he gulps for air, but a hungry, cocky smirk lights up his face. Dawson smirks back down at him, tracing the leaking slit of his tip around Will’s lips.

Again he thrusts forward as he pulls Will’s head into his crotch, this time faster, more forceful as Will works his mouth and throat around Dawson’s thick shaft with more confidence. Will gags, but the hot slippery walls of his throat are relaxed to the form of Dawson’s cock. Dawson draws back, leaving the head of his cock to the rippling exploration of Will’s tongue, before thrusting his length back down Will’s throat. The wet sounds of slurping and gaging echo of the wooden walls as Dawson thrusts his cock down Will’s throat with constant, driving rocks of his abdomen, gripping Will’s head as he uses it to send throbs of pleasure through his young body.

With a satisfied gasp Dawson pulls the glistening length of his cock from Will’s mouth. Saliva and precum run down his shaft, across his balls, dripping onto Will’s chest and neck.

“Want more than my cock? Taste my balls bro,” Dawson commands playfully.

Dawson leans his torso back and shifts his hips forward, pressing the underside of his cock to Will’s nose, the heat and musk of Dawson’s crotch radiating across Will’s flushed face. Dawson lounges back, supporting one hand on Will’s thick thigh, the other sliding down Will’s precum slicked shaft to take his balls in his hand.

Will breathes in deeply, savouring the sweaty, salty scent of his best friend, before letting out a ragged breath of pleasure.

“I’m going to get hair in my mouth man,” Will jokes.

“It’s trimmed, we can’t all look as neat down there as you do blondie,” Dawson grins.

Will smiles back, then brings his lips to Dawson’s balls hanging in his face. He traces his lips around the form of each testicle, kissing and nuzzling. Dawson groans contently, and begins fondling, massaging, caressing Will’s balls in his hand. Will parts his lips, and takes both testicles into the enveloping heat of his mouth. He sucks on them, massaging with his tongue, exploring each round curve. Dawson moans in pleasure, and begins stroking Will’s shaft in his tight grip.

Both boys are panting as they draw pleasure from each other’s bodies, chests heaving, sweat beading over their contracting and flexing muscles. Dawson’s hand grows slick with Will’s precum as his cock slides under Dawson’s grip, wet slaps echoing in the warm air. Dawson pulls his hand from Will’s shaft to hold it above Will’s head, letting the precum drip thickly between his fingers.

“I’m going to taste you too, Will,” Dawson says low in his throat.

Dawson brings his glistening hand up, taking two fingers in his mouth while he locks his eyes on Will’s. The salty flavour of his best friend coats his tongue, feeding the arousal burning in his chest, heightening the intimacy of their connection. Will’s eyes are wide as Dawson slides his fingers from his mouth, then draws his hand towards Will’s face.

“Taste yourself.”

Will lets Dawson’s balls slide from his open mouth, and wraps his lips around Dawson’s fingers. He traces his tongue around each digit, savouring his own taste, so similar to that leaking from his best friend’s cock. Dawson draws his wet fingers from Will’s mouth, and guides his swollen head through Will’s parted lips. He runs his hand through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head while the other hand reaches back to wrap around Will’s shaft.

Dawson rocks his hips forward, powerful in his desperation, forcing Will to work the muscles of his throat to their capacity to take Dawson’s thick shaft. The walls of Will’s throat clench around Dawson’s arching length as he drives deeply in rocking thrusts, drawing the vibration of groans from Will’s throat. Dawson’s hand clenches on Will’s head as his grip tightens around Will’s cock, pumping furiously.

Will’s hips buck as his body clenches in a deep pulse of pleasure, driving thick spurts of cum from his aching cock, splashing across his stomach, his chest, across Dawson’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dawson gasps as Will’s throat contracts around the straining length of his cock.

He drives his pelvis forward, crushing Will’s nose against his dark curls, forcing his thick cock as deeply down Will’s hot wet throat as it can stretch. His abdomen flexes with the pulses of pleasure radiating from his throbbing cock. Cum shoots down Will’s throat, gaging him, leaking from his lips clamped around the thick base of Dawson’s cock.

“Fuck bro take my cum,” Dawson growls as the throes of his pleasure make him throw his head back, grip Will’s body with his hairy thighs, hold Will’s flushed face into his crotch.

With a groan Dawson flops back across Will’s body, letting his cock pull free of Will’s throat. The boys pant, Will recovering his breath, letting the cum dribble freely from his open mouth. Dawson twists around, laying on top of Will to meet his exhilarated gaze, head reeling with the high of the insane pleasure coursing through his body. The boys kiss with deep abandon, savouring Dawson’s cum on each other’s tongue.

Dawson feels himself being gently pulled from sleep. In the dark room his waking mind centres its awareness around the body relaxed against his own. Will is snuggled into Dawson’s side, head resting on his bicep, leg slung over his. The two boys radiate heat under the blanket, and the small wooden room is filled with the scent of woodsmoke, sweat, and cum.

The fullness of Dawson’s bladder draws his attention, and he carefully extracts himself from Will’s embrace. Holding his breath, he lets the blanket fall back over his friend’s sleeping form, and rises naked from the bed. He steps over their clothes crumpled on the floor, comfortable in his nakedness being bared to the woods, the door of the bunkie facing away from the cottage. He steps out quietly, savouring how the gentle breeze and moonlight slide over his bare skin.

As he studies the bark of the tree his stream is arcing onto, Dawson muses over the sense that this night is somehow separated from reality. As if he and Will were in their own universe, time seems to stretch without relation to the outside world. It’s a dreamlike sense that Dawson falls into gladly.

As Dawson pads quietly back to bed, the lamp is suddenly flicked on.

“I thought you were leaving,” Will smirks.

The thrill of the new openness between them rushes through Dawson anew as Will falls into the familiar levity of their friendship, nothing lost to awkwardness.

“Nah, I’m coming right back to you,” Dawson grins.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty tight in this bed… maybe I don’t want you taking up all my space,” Will teases.

“You fucker,” Dawson laughs.

Dawson begins to climb onto the bed, just to be playfully shoved away by Will. Dawson launches himself across Will’s torso, clambering to stay on while Will grapples him away. The boys tumble across the mattress, kicking the blanket to the floor in the process. Eventually Will manages to use his weight to pin Dawson’s lankier frame down, the usual outcome of their wrestling matches since they were little. As Dawson struggles under Will’s hold, the sensation of their bare skin rubbing together begins to catch his awareness. With his gaze locked on Will’s laughing face above him, Dawson feels heat rising in his stomach as Will’s closeness fills his senses. The physical contact, the deep breaths, the familiar musk, the unashamed openness between their completely bared bodies.

The blood rushing to Dawson’s cock laying across his stomach turns his mind to Will’s cock, hanging between his thick thighs straddling Dawson’s hips. With a sudden twist of his shoulder Dawson frees one arm, and quickly takes Will’s soft cock and hanging balls in his hand. The unexpected stimulation, the rough caress, makes Will freeze. Dawson uses the distraction to buck his hips up and roll Will onto his back, where Dawson is able to shift his body up and pin Will’s shoulders with his thighs. Dawson smiles triumphantly, drinking in the sight of his friend’s face just inches from his semi-erect cock, swaying between his spread thighs.

Will breaks his gaze away from the thick length of cock before him to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“Well bud, I guess I tap out,” he says, slapping Dawson’s tensed thigh, where his hand stays.

Dawson smirks down at Will and takes his chin in his hand, thumb stroking Will’s cheek.

“What do I do now that I’ve got you?”

 Will’s eyes flick down to Dawson’s cock as it thickens and begins to arch out above his face. His mouth parts as he lets out a ragged breath, hot against the underside of Dawson’s cock.

“You do whatever you want…”

“I think what I want is something you want too,” Dawson says, too intently to sound playful.

Will meets Dawson’s gaze with hunger. “I want to taste you. Fully this time.”

Dawson rises on his knees, and shifts Will back so his head and shoulders are propped up on the pillows. He repositions his thighs around Will’s shoulders, and traces along Will’s jaw, taking his head in his hands.

“Are you ready?”

Will can only nod, his eyes burning with anticipation. One hand reaches down to grab his cock, quickly becoming achingly hard, precum already dripping down his swelling head. The other hand travels up the front of Dawson’s thigh, feeling the toned muscle flex under his touch. He traces his fingers along the v-line narrowing to Dawson’s trimmed bush, then slides his hand around the thick base of Dawson’s cock, its steel hard length arching out before Will’s face.

Dawson’s grip tightens around Will’s head, the sensation of his best friend exploring his body sending a jolt of pleasure through Dawson’s stomach. With his eyes locked on Will’s, Dawson slowly thrusts his hips forward while pulling Will’s head closer to the glistening tip of his straining cock. Will parts his lips, allowing Dawson’s swollen head to tenderly push through the encircling pressure of his mouth. Dawson groans low in his throat as his cock pulses, he watches Will’s eyes light up as a fresh spurt of precum floods over his tongue.

Dawson begins to slide his thick shaft further through Will’s lips with continuous pressure. He controls the pace, slowing as he feels the muscles of Will’s throat flex and relax around his swollen head, letting the hot, wet walls of his throat adjust to the length and girth of Dawson’s invading cock. Will gags as his lips stretch around the thick base, and Dawson holds his head there, nose pressed into Dawson’s dark curls. The ripple of Will’s throat swallowing around Dawson’s shaft makes his cock throb, and Will moans as Dawson’s ridge pulses against the walls of his throat, all the way to the tip of his tongue.

“You’re doing so fucking good bro,” Dawson grins.

Will hums in agreement, sending a shiver radiating through Dawson’s body. He rocks his hips back, sliding the thick arching length of his cock out of Will’s throat, trailing saliva across Will’s lips and chin. Will’s chest heaves under Dawson’s spread thighs as he gulps for air, but a hungry, cocky smirk lights up his face. Dawson smirks back down at him, tracing the leaking slit of his tip around Will’s lips.

Again he thrusts forward as he pulls Will’s head into his crotch, this time faster, more forceful as Will works his mouth and throat around Dawson’s thick shaft with more confidence. Will gags, but the hot slippery walls of his throat are relaxed to the form of Dawson’s cock. Dawson draws back, leaving the head of his cock to the rippling exploration of Will’s tongue, before thrusting his length back down Will’s throat. The wet sounds of slurping and gaging echo of the wooden walls as Dawson thrusts his cock down Will’s throat with constant, driving rocks of his abdomen, gripping Will’s head as he uses it to send throbs of pleasure through his young body.

With a satisfied gasp Dawson pulls the glistening length of his cock from Will’s mouth. Saliva and precum run down his shaft, across his balls, dripping onto Will’s chest and neck.

“Want more than my cock? Taste my balls bro,” Dawson commands playfully.

Dawson leans his torso back and shifts his hips forward, pressing the underside of his cock to Will’s nose, the heat and musk of Dawson’s crotch radiating across Will’s flushed face. Dawson lounges back, supporting one hand on Will’s thick thigh, the other sliding down Will’s precum slicked shaft to take his balls in his hand.

Will breathes in deeply, savouring the sweaty, salty scent of his best friend, before letting out a ragged breath of pleasure.

“I’m going to get hair in my mouth man,” Will jokes.

“It’s trimmed, we can’t all look as neat down there as you do blondie,” Dawson grins.

Will smiles back, then brings his lips to Dawson’s balls hanging in his face. He traces his lips around the form of each testicle, kissing and nuzzling. Dawson groans contently, and begins fondling, massaging, caressing Will’s balls in his hand. Will parts his lips, and takes both testicles into the enveloping heat of his mouth. He sucks on them, massaging with his tongue, exploring each round curve. Dawson moans in pleasure, and begins stroking Will’s shaft in his tight grip.

Both boys are panting as they draw pleasure from each other’s bodies, chests heaving, sweat beading over their contracting and flexing muscles. Dawson’s hand grows slick with Will’s precum as his cock slides under Dawson’s grip, wet slaps echoing in the warm air. Dawson pulls his hand from Will’s shaft to hold it above Will’s head, letting the precum drip thickly between his fingers.

“I’m going to taste you too, Will,” Dawson says low in his throat.

Dawson brings his glistening hand up, taking two fingers in his mouth while he locks his eyes on Will’s. The salty flavour of his best friend coats his tongue, feeding the arousal burning in his chest, heightening the intimacy of their connection. Will’s eyes are wide as Dawson slides his fingers from his mouth, then draws his hand towards Will’s face.

“Taste yourself.”

Will lets Dawson’s balls slide from his open mouth, and wraps his lips around Dawson’s fingers. He traces his tongue around each digit, savouring his own taste, so similar to that leaking from his best friend’s cock. Dawson draws his wet fingers from Will’s mouth, and guides his swollen head through Will’s parted lips. He runs his hand through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head while the other hand reaches back to wrap around Will’s shaft.

Dawson rocks his hips forward, powerful in his desperation, forcing Will to work the muscles of his throat to their capacity to take Dawson’s thick shaft. The walls of Will’s throat clench around Dawson’s arching length as he drives deeply in rocking thrusts, drawing the vibration of groans from Will’s throat. Dawson’s hand clenches on Will’s head as his grip tightens around Will’s cock, pumping furiously.

Will’s hips buck as his body clenches in a deep pulse of pleasure, driving thick spurts of cum from his aching cock, splashing across his stomach, his chest, across Dawson’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dawson gasps as Will’s throat contracts around the straining length of his cock.

He drives his pelvis forward, crushing Will’s nose against his dark curls, forcing his thick cock as deeply down Will’s hot wet throat as it can stretch. His abdomen flexes with the pulses of pleasure radiating from his throbbing cock. Cum shoots down Will’s throat, gaging him, leaking from his lips clamped around the thick base of Dawson’s cock.

“Fuck bro take my cum,” Dawson growls as the throes of his pleasure make him throw his head back, grip Will’s body with his hairy thighs, hold Will’s flushed face into his crotch.

With a groan Dawson flops back across Will’s body, letting his cock pull free of Will’s throat. The boys pant, Will recovering his breath, letting the cum dribble freely from his open mouth. Dawson twists around, laying on top of Will to meet his exhilarated gaze, head reeling with the high of the insane pleasure coursing through his body. The boys kiss with deep abandon, savouring Dawson’s cum on each other’s tongue.

Dawson stumbles out the back door of his friend’s cottage, his head hazy from a night of drinking. His stomach is sore from laughing, and a wide smile stretches uninhibited across his face. Stumbling beside Dawson, Will matches his grin. He’s Dawson’s oldest friend, his strongest companion for many nights like these. The two of them make their way to the bunkie just down the path from the cottage, a sleeping area not much bigger than the small bed it holds.

Once settled in the cozy wooden room the boys strip off their clothes, smelling of woodsmoke and spilt whiskey. They’re long past the point of being shy in their underwear, the sight of the other’s body is almost as familiar as their own. Dawson is tall, with short brown hair, a slim but athletic frame, with dark hair on his legs and forming a trail up his stomach. Will is a couple inches shorter, with wavy blond hair, and stocky, carrying more weight than Dawson.

The boys climb under the covers and jostle for space on the narrow mattress. Dawson lets Will’s shoulder and thigh press warmly against his own, and feels his friend start to sink into deeper breaths. With a content grumble Will rolls over against Dawson’s side, slinging his arm over Dawson’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. Dawson snorts out a laugh. This isn’t out of character for Will, he’s always been very physically affectionate, but the unexpected intimacy of the position makes him laugh.

“You just feel like snuggling up man?” Dawson teases.

“Girls do it all the time,” Will responds without opening his eyes. “Scared of feeling gay?”

“Shut up,” Dawson laughs it off.

Minutes pass in silence. With the lamplight soft behind his eyelids, the smell of woodsmoke in the air, the rhythmic breaths against his collarbone, and the warm weight of a body against his own, Dawson sinks into a contentment he didn’t realize he was missing. When Will snuggles in tighter to Dawson’s body and begins to softly nuzzle his face against his neck, Dawson can’t even bring his alcohol relaxed mind to care.

Suddenly Dawson is roused by Will’s lips, kissing the side of his neck. That he can’t ignore, brush off as Will just messing around.

“What are you doing?” He tries to ask in a joking tone, but he knows it’s not coming across as carefree.

Will pulls his head back to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“I’m not trying to weird you out, I know…”

Dawson watches Will’s eyes as he trails off. There’s a deep vulnerability opening beneath his usual confidence.

“I know what people would think, but right now with the two of us alone, this feels good.”

Dawson’s heart clenches at the desperation in Will’s tone. This is his closest friend, needing him to understand more than what his words can convey. If Will is afraid that Dawson will push him away, but he did this anyways, he must have so much care and trust in Dawson. Tenderness swells in Dawson’s chest.

“Will… I care more about my closest friend, than I do about what other people would think,” Dawson smiles.

With Will’s face inches from his own, breaking into a relieved and grateful smile, Dawson realizes he does understand. There is a drive for intimacy, a longing for physical connection, for a lack of barriers between another person. Dawson had chased this drive before. Kisses, sex, love; with past girlfriends he had learned this feeling. But this is different, it’s coming from a place of friendship, fraternity, not just attraction.

Dawson gives in. He reaches up to Will and slides his hand over the back of his neck. In their locked gaze they each see the commitment to whatever is about to happen. Will sinks down into Dawson’s arms and fits his lips over Dawson’s. Dawson feels a rushing in his abdomen, a swelling hunger so unexpected and pulling. He tilts his jaw up to kiss Will deeply, pushing back, no longer passive.

As they kiss Dawson’s senses open to the physicality of their intimacy. Will’s weight on top of Dawson is so solid, so unmistakably male. But Dawson had never been so close to Will; against his chest, stomach, thighs, in his arms, he felt so much of Will’s bare skin rubbing against his own, radiating heat under the blankets. He felt Will’s breath on his face, heard the ragged breathing and suction of kissing, filled his nose with the familiar scent of his best friend, his laundry detergent, the clean musk of sweat.

Will’s hips shift, and Dawson feels the length of Will’s cock beginning to harden as it presses into his thigh. His own cock twitches at the foreign feeling, and begins to swell against the pressure of Will’s hip. Will pulls his lips from Dawson’s, and begins to trace them down his jawline. He throws his head back in response, baring his throat to Will, inviting the kisses planted down his neck. Will shifts down Dawson’s lean body as his lips reach his chest, and Dawson shudders at the sensation of Will’s weight dragging over his hardening cock.

Dawson runs his fingers through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head as he works his lips downward. Without thinking about it, Dawson begins to guide Will’s head, pressing his face into the lean muscle of his stomach. Will groans low in his throat and relaxes his body into Dawson’s. Dawson draws Will’s head lower, letting his lips leave lingering kisses down the trail of dark hair that runs under his waistband.

Will can feel sweat beginning to form as the air beneath the blanket grows hotter, filling with his best friend’s clean, masculine musk, the scent of a young man after a day in the summer sun. Will tosses the blanket off the bed, letting the warm lamplight illuminate their intwined bodies. Dawson gazes down at him blissfully, with a cocky gleam in his eyes. Dawson guides Will’s head down until his lips reach the swollen head of his cock, pushed to the side by his waistband. Will kisses down the steel hard length of Dawson’s cock through his boxers, before lowering his head to press his mouth to the form of Dawson’s balls resting between his hairy thighs.

Dawson’s cock throbs, and he sees a dark patch of precum soak into the fabric over his tip. His cock is now achingly hard, straining against his boxers. Dawson guides Will’s head up his shaft, and pushes Will’s parted lips over the bulge of his cock head.

“Fuck bro…” Will mutters, “You taste good.”

Dawson smirks. “Come on man, take these boxers off.”

Will grins up at Dawson, and slides his fingers beneath the waistband. Dawson lifts his hips up to let Will tug them down, watching how Will’s face lights up with anticipation and pleasure as his cock springs free. Dawson lounges back as Will rises to his knees between Dawson’s legs. He feels a surge of pleasure and confidence as his best friend openly takes in his body, running his eyes over his taut stomach, the swell of his pecs and biceps, his toned thighs. His cock arcs thickly over his trimmed curls towards his belly button, pulling Will’s attention. Will’s own cock bulges against his underwear, jutting from between his thick thighs. Dawson sees the outline of Will’s cock head pressed into the precum soaked fabric and smirks, then catches Will’s hungry gaze.

“Come here, let’s see your cock.”

Will shuffles up to kneel beside Dawson’s chest. With the thrill of experiment, Dawson runs his thumb up the ridge of the underside of Will’s cock. Will lets out a shuttered breath, which turns into a low moan as Dawson circles his thumb over Will’s precum slicked tip. Dawson tugs Will’s underwear down over his round ass and thick thighs, freeing his cock to spring into the air. Dawson can’t help but compare, his cock looks to be longer than Will’s, though they’re similar in thickness.

Will lays down beside Dawson so that he can kick his underwear off fully, and the boys face each other and grin. Dawson suddenly rolls on top of Will, hands planted on either side of his head, thighs straddling and pinning Will’s. Dawson smirks hungrily down at Will, who meets his gaze with excitement. Dawson grabs Will’s forearms and stretches his young body over Will’s to pin them above his head. As he does his hips rock forward, grinding his shaft into Will’s. Dawson cuts off Will’s gasp by kissing him deeply, sweeping his tongue into Will’s mouth. The physicality of their earlier kissing is intensified, their hunger enflamed. Their jaws work as the boys push against each other’s lips, driving with their tongues. Dawson has Will roughly pinned down by his wrists and thighs, the musk of his exposed armpits in Dawson’s nose, their chests grind, and their stomachs grow slick with the mixture of their leaking precum.

Dawson starts to rock his body in deliberate thrusts, grinding his achingly hard cock against Will’s swollen shaft. Will groans into Dawson’s lips as he lies stretched out under Dawson’s body, at the mercy of the waves of pleasure pulsing from their grinding cocks. Dawson continues to rock his abdomen in steady thrusts, driving his best friend’s body pinned beneath him to clench and arch against his own.

Dawson releases Will’s wrists and slides one hand behind Will’s head, bringing his lips up to meet his own more firmly. The other hand pushes between their writhing bodies to grip the shafts of both cocks. Their precum is warm and slippery on Dawson’s hand as he begins to pump down the length of their cocks, grinding their shafts together in rhythmic thrusts. Will’s hands clench around Dawson’s shoulders from behind as he brings his lips up to the side of Dawson’s neck, tasting the clean salt of sweat. Dawson is panting in Will’s ear when he feels Will’s hands start to stroke down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, the ridge of his spine, the dip above his ass, places Will’s hands had never had reason to explore before.

Suddenly Will is gripping Dawson’s ass, his hands clenched on the pale hair-dusted skin. Dawson feels Will pulling his body in even deeper, desperation clear as his breaths come out in ragged pants against Dawson’s neck, and his abdomen flexes and arches upwards into Dawson. Dawson drives his precum soaked hand in faster pumps around their straining cocks, and thrusts his hips down into Will, grinding their shafts together with aching pressure. Dawson’s abdomen clenches as a wave of pleasure rocks his body, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck Dawson I’m gonna cum,” Will pants into Dawson’s ear.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over you,” Dawson growls.

Will arches his head back with a gasp, and the ridge of his cock throbs deeply against Dawson’s own. Cum shoots hot and thick between their intwined bodies, and is rubbed into their grinding stomachs and cocks. A deep pleasure pulses through Dawson’s entire body, filling his head with a rushing heat. He clenches his body around Will’s with a groan as his cock throbs with deep, pulsating spurts of cum. He holds Will’s body tight as the contractions that wrack his body weaken, and he’s able to draw steady breaths through his parted lips.

Dawson relaxes his body onto Will’s, every drop of youthful energy driven from him. The boys lay together wordlessly, taking in the sound of their deep breaths in the small room, the musk of sweat and cum, the feeing of their chests rising against the other’s, and the sweet ache of their drained cocks still pressed together.

Dawson stumbles out the back door of his friend’s cottage, his head hazy from a night of drinking. His stomach is sore from laughing, and a wide smile stretches uninhibited across his face. Stumbling beside Dawson, Will matches his grin. He’s Dawson’s oldest friend, his strongest companion for many nights like these. The two of them make their way to the bunkie just down the path from the cottage, a sleeping area not much bigger than the small bed it holds.

Once settled in the cozy wooden room the boys strip off their clothes, smelling of woodsmoke and spilt whiskey. They’re long past the point of being shy in their underwear, the sight of the other’s body is almost as familiar as their own. Dawson is tall, with short brown hair, a slim but athletic frame, with dark hair on his legs and forming a trail up his stomach. Will is a couple inches shorter, with wavy blond hair, and stocky, carrying more weight than Dawson.

The boys climb under the covers and jostle for space on the narrow mattress. Dawson lets Will’s shoulder and thigh press warmly against his own, and feels his friend start to sink into deeper breaths. With a content grumble Will rolls over against Dawson’s side, slinging his arm over Dawson’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. Dawson snorts out a laugh. This isn’t out of character for Will, he’s always been very physically affectionate, but the unexpected intimacy of the position makes him laugh.

“You just feel like snuggling up man?” Dawson teases.

“Girls do it all the time,” Will responds without opening his eyes. “Scared of feeling gay?”

“Shut up,” Dawson laughs it off.

Minutes pass in silence. With the lamplight soft behind his eyelids, the smell of woodsmoke in the air, the rhythmic breaths against his collarbone, and the warm weight of a body against his own, Dawson sinks into a contentment he didn’t realize he was missing. When Will snuggles in tighter to Dawson’s body and begins to softly nuzzle his face against his neck, Dawson can’t even bring his alcohol relaxed mind to care.

Suddenly Dawson is roused by Will’s lips, kissing the side of his neck. That he can’t ignore, brush off as Will just messing around.

“What are you doing?” He tries to ask in a joking tone, but he knows it’s not coming across as carefree.

Will pulls his head back to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“I’m not trying to weird you out, I know…”

Dawson watches Will’s eyes as he trails off. There’s a deep vulnerability opening beneath his usual confidence.

“I know what people would think, but right now with the two of us alone, this feels good.”

Dawson’s heart clenches at the desperation in Will’s tone. This is his closest friend, needing him to understand more than what his words can convey. If Will is afraid that Dawson will push him away, but he did this anyways, he must have so much care and trust in Dawson. Tenderness swells in Dawson’s chest.

“Will… I care more about my closest friend, than I do about what other people would think,” Dawson smiles.

With Will’s face inches from his own, breaking into a relieved and grateful smile, Dawson realizes he does understand. There is a drive for intimacy, a longing for physical connection, for a lack of barriers between another person. Dawson had chased this drive before. Kisses, sex, love; with past girlfriends he had learned this feeling. But this is different, it’s coming from a place of friendship, fraternity, not just attraction.

Dawson gives in. He reaches up to Will and slides his hand over the back of his neck. In their locked gaze they each see the commitment to whatever is about to happen. Will sinks down into Dawson’s arms and fits his lips over Dawson’s. Dawson feels a rushing in his abdomen, a swelling hunger so unexpected and pulling. He tilts his jaw up to kiss Will deeply, pushing back, no longer passive.

As they kiss Dawson’s senses open to the physicality of their intimacy. Will’s weight on top of Dawson is so solid, so unmistakably male. But Dawson had never been so close to Will; against his chest, stomach, thighs, in his arms, he felt so much of Will’s bare skin rubbing against his own, radiating heat under the blankets. He felt Will’s breath on his face, heard the ragged breathing and suction of kissing, filled his nose with the familiar scent of his best friend, his laundry detergent, the clean musk of sweat.

Will’s hips shift, and Dawson feels the length of Will’s cock beginning to harden as it presses into his thigh. His own cock twitches at the foreign feeling, and begins to swell against the pressure of Will’s hip. Will pulls his lips from Dawson’s, and begins to trace them down his jawline. He throws his head back in response, baring his throat to Will, inviting the kisses planted down his neck. Will shifts down Dawson’s lean body as his lips reach his chest, and Dawson shudders at the sensation of Will’s weight dragging over his hardening cock.

Dawson runs his fingers through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head as he works his lips downward. Without thinking about it, Dawson begins to guide Will’s head, pressing his face into the lean muscle of his stomach. Will groans low in his throat and relaxes his body into Dawson’s. Dawson draws Will’s head lower, letting his lips leave lingering kisses down the trail of dark hair that runs under his waistband.

Will can feel sweat beginning to form as the air beneath the blanket grows hotter, filling with his best friend’s clean, masculine musk, the scent of a young man after a day in the summer sun. Will tosses the blanket off the bed, letting the warm lamplight illuminate their intwined bodies. Dawson gazes down at him blissfully, with a cocky gleam in his eyes. Dawson guides Will’s head down until his lips reach the swollen head of his cock, pushed to the side by his waistband. Will kisses down the steel hard length of Dawson’s cock through his boxers, before lowering his head to press his mouth to the form of Dawson’s balls resting between his hairy thighs.

Dawson’s cock throbs, and he sees a dark patch of precum soak into the fabric over his tip. His cock is now achingly hard, straining against his boxers. Dawson guides Will’s head up his shaft, and pushes Will’s parted lips over the bulge of his cock head.

“Fuck bro…” Will mutters, “You taste good.”

Dawson smirks. “Come on man, take these boxers off.”

Will grins up at Dawson, and slides his fingers beneath the waistband. Dawson lifts his hips up to let Will tug them down, watching how Will’s face lights up with anticipation and pleasure as his cock springs free. Dawson lounges back as Will rises to his knees between Dawson’s legs. He feels a surge of pleasure and confidence as his best friend openly takes in his body, running his eyes over his taut stomach, the swell of his pecs and biceps, his toned thighs. His cock arcs thickly over his trimmed curls towards his belly button, pulling Will’s attention. Will’s own cock bulges against his underwear, jutting from between his thick thighs. Dawson sees the outline of Will’s cock head pressed into the precum soaked fabric and smirks, then catches Will’s hungry gaze.

“Come here, let’s see your cock.”

Will shuffles up to kneel beside Dawson’s chest. With the thrill of experiment, Dawson runs his thumb up the ridge of the underside of Will’s cock. Will lets out a shuttered breath, which turns into a low moan as Dawson circles his thumb over Will’s precum slicked tip. Dawson tugs Will’s underwear down over his round ass and thick thighs, freeing his cock to spring into the air. Dawson can’t help but compare, his cock looks to be longer than Will’s, though they’re similar in thickness.

Will lays down beside Dawson so that he can kick his underwear off fully, and the boys face each other and grin. Dawson suddenly rolls on top of Will, hands planted on either side of his head, thighs straddling and pinning Will’s. Dawson smirks hungrily down at Will, who meets his gaze with excitement. Dawson grabs Will’s forearms and stretches his young body over Will’s to pin them above his head. As he does his hips rock forward, grinding his shaft into Will’s. Dawson cuts off Will’s gasp by kissing him deeply, sweeping his tongue into Will’s mouth. The physicality of their earlier kissing is intensified, their hunger enflamed. Their jaws work as the boys push against each other’s lips, driving with their tongues. Dawson has Will roughly pinned down by his wrists and thighs, the musk of his exposed armpits in Dawson’s nose, their chests grind, and their stomachs grow slick with the mixture of their leaking precum.

Dawson starts to rock his body in deliberate thrusts, grinding his achingly hard cock against Will’s swollen shaft. Will groans into Dawson’s lips as he lies stretched out under Dawson’s body, at the mercy of the waves of pleasure pulsing from their grinding cocks. Dawson continues to rock his abdomen in steady thrusts, driving his best friend’s body pinned beneath him to clench and arch against his own.

Dawson releases Will’s wrists and slides one hand behind Will’s head, bringing his lips up to meet his own more firmly. The other hand pushes between their writhing bodies to grip the shafts of both cocks. Their precum is warm and slippery on Dawson’s hand as he begins to pump down the length of their cocks, grinding their shafts together in rhythmic thrusts. Will’s hands clench around Dawson’s shoulders from behind as he brings his lips up to the side of Dawson’s neck, tasting the clean salt of sweat. Dawson is panting in Will’s ear when he feels Will’s hands start to stroke down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, the ridge of his spine, the dip above his ass, places Will’s hands had never had reason to explore before.

Suddenly Will is gripping Dawson’s ass, his hands clenched on the pale hair-dusted skin. Dawson feels Will pulling his body in even deeper, desperation clear as his breaths come out in ragged pants against Dawson’s neck, and his abdomen flexes and arches upwards into Dawson. Dawson drives his precum soaked hand in faster pumps around their straining cocks, and thrusts his hips down into Will, grinding their shafts together with aching pressure. Dawson’s abdomen clenches as a wave of pleasure rocks his body, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck Dawson I’m gonna cum,” Will pants into Dawson’s ear.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over you,” Dawson growls.

Will arches his head back with a gasp, and the ridge of his cock throbs deeply against Dawson’s own. Cum shoots hot and thick between their intwined bodies, and is rubbed into their grinding stomachs and cocks. A deep pleasure pulses through Dawson’s entire body, filling his head with a rushing heat. He clenches his body around Will’s with a groan as his cock throbs with deep, pulsating spurts of cum. He holds Will’s body tight as the contractions that wrack his body weaken, and he’s able to draw steady breaths through his parted lips.

Dawson relaxes his body onto Will’s, every drop of youthful energy driven from him. The boys lay together wordlessly, taking in the sound of their deep breaths in the small room, the musk of sweat and cum, the feeing of their chests rising against the other’s, and the sweet ache of their drained cocks still pressed together.

Dawson stumbles out the back door of his friend’s cottage, his head hazy from a night of drinking. His stomach is sore from laughing, and a wide smile stretches uninhibited across his face. Stumbling beside Dawson, Will matches his grin. He’s Dawson’s oldest friend, his strongest companion for many nights like these. The two of them make their way to the bunkie just down the path from the cottage, a sleeping area not much bigger than the small bed it holds.

Once settled in the cozy wooden room the boys strip off their clothes, smelling of woodsmoke and spilt whiskey. They’re long past the point of being shy in their underwear, the sight of the other’s body is almost as familiar as their own. Dawson is tall, with short brown hair, a slim but athletic frame, with dark hair on his legs and forming a trail up his stomach. Will is a couple inches shorter, with wavy blond hair, and stocky, carrying more weight than Dawson.

The boys climb under the covers and jostle for space on the narrow mattress. Dawson lets Will’s shoulder and thigh press warmly against his own, and feels his friend start to sink into deeper breaths. With a content grumble Will rolls over against Dawson’s side, slinging his arm over Dawson’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. Dawson snorts out a laugh. This isn’t out of character for Will, he’s always been very physically affectionate, but the unexpected intimacy of the position makes him laugh.

“You just feel like snuggling up man?” Dawson teases.

“Girls do it all the time,” Will responds without opening his eyes. “Scared of feeling gay?”

“Shut up,” Dawson laughs it off.

Minutes pass in silence. With the lamplight soft behind his eyelids, the smell of woodsmoke in the air, the rhythmic breaths against his collarbone, and the warm weight of a body against his own, Dawson sinks into a contentment he didn’t realize he was missing. When Will snuggles in tighter to Dawson’s body and begins to softly nuzzle his face against his neck, Dawson can’t even bring his alcohol relaxed mind to care.

Suddenly Dawson is roused by Will’s lips, kissing the side of his neck. That he can’t ignore, brush off as Will just messing around.

“What are you doing?” He tries to ask in a joking tone, but he knows it’s not coming across as carefree.

Will pulls his head back to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“I’m not trying to weird you out, I know…”

Dawson watches Will’s eyes as he trails off. There’s a deep vulnerability opening beneath his usual confidence.

“I know what people would think, but right now with the two of us alone, this feels good.”

Dawson’s heart clenches at the desperation in Will’s tone. This is his closest friend, needing him to understand more than what his words can convey. If Will is afraid that Dawson will push him away, but he did this anyways, he must have so much care and trust in Dawson. Tenderness swells in Dawson’s chest.

“Will… I care more about my closest friend, than I do about what other people would think,” Dawson smiles.

With Will’s face inches from his own, breaking into a relieved and grateful smile, Dawson realizes he does understand. There is a drive for intimacy, a longing for physical connection, for a lack of barriers between another person. Dawson had chased this drive before. Kisses, sex, love; with past girlfriends he had learned this feeling. But this is different, it’s coming from a place of friendship, fraternity, not just attraction.

Dawson gives in. He reaches up to Will and slides his hand over the back of his neck. In their locked gaze they each see the commitment to whatever is about to happen. Will sinks down into Dawson’s arms and fits his lips over Dawson’s. Dawson feels a rushing in his abdomen, a swelling hunger so unexpected and pulling. He tilts his jaw up to kiss Will deeply, pushing back, no longer passive.

As they kiss Dawson’s senses open to the physicality of their intimacy. Will’s weight on top of Dawson is so solid, so unmistakably male. But Dawson had never been so close to Will; against his chest, stomach, thighs, in his arms, he felt so much of Will’s bare skin rubbing against his own, radiating heat under the blankets. He felt Will’s breath on his face, heard the ragged breathing and suction of kissing, filled his nose with the familiar scent of his best friend, his laundry detergent, the clean musk of sweat.

Will’s hips shift, and Dawson feels the length of Will’s cock beginning to harden as it presses into his thigh. His own cock twitches at the foreign feeling, and begins to swell against the pressure of Will’s hip. Will pulls his lips from Dawson’s, and begins to trace them down his jawline. He throws his head back in response, baring his throat to Will, inviting the kisses planted down his neck. Will shifts down Dawson’s lean body as his lips reach his chest, and Dawson shudders at the sensation of Will’s weight dragging over his hardening cock.

Dawson runs his fingers through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head as he works his lips downward. Without thinking about it, Dawson begins to guide Will’s head, pressing his face into the lean muscle of his stomach. Will groans low in his throat and relaxes his body into Dawson’s. Dawson draws Will’s head lower, letting his lips leave lingering kisses down the trail of dark hair that runs under his waistband.

Will can feel sweat beginning to form as the air beneath the blanket grows hotter, filling with his best friend’s clean, masculine musk, the scent of a young man after a day in the summer sun. Will tosses the blanket off the bed, letting the warm lamplight illuminate their intwined bodies. Dawson gazes down at him blissfully, with a cocky gleam in his eyes. Dawson guides Will’s head down until his lips reach the swollen head of his cock, pushed to the side by his waistband. Will kisses down the steel hard length of Dawson’s cock through his boxers, before lowering his head to press his mouth to the form of Dawson’s balls resting between his hairy thighs.

Dawson’s cock throbs, and he sees a dark patch of precum soak into the fabric over his tip. His cock is now achingly hard, straining against his boxers. Dawson guides Will’s head up his shaft, and pushes Will’s parted lips over the bulge of his cock head.

“Fuck bro…” Will mutters, “You taste good.”

Dawson smirks. “Come on man, take these boxers off.”

Will grins up at Dawson, and slides his fingers beneath the waistband. Dawson lifts his hips up to let Will tug them down, watching how Will’s face lights up with anticipation and pleasure as his cock springs free. Dawson lounges back as Will rises to his knees between Dawson’s legs. He feels a surge of pleasure and confidence as his best friend openly takes in his body, running his eyes over his taut stomach, the swell of his pecs and biceps, his toned thighs. His cock arcs thickly over his trimmed curls towards his belly button, pulling Will’s attention. Will’s own cock bulges against his underwear, jutting from between his thick thighs. Dawson sees the outline of Will’s cock head pressed into the precum soaked fabric and smirks, then catches Will’s hungry gaze.

“Come here, let’s see your cock.”

Will shuffles up to kneel beside Dawson’s chest. With the thrill of experiment, Dawson runs his thumb up the ridge of the underside of Will’s cock. Will lets out a shuttered breath, which turns into a low moan as Dawson circles his thumb over Will’s precum slicked tip. Dawson tugs Will’s underwear down over his round ass and thick thighs, freeing his cock to spring into the air. Dawson can’t help but compare, his cock looks to be longer than Will’s, though they’re similar in thickness.

Will lays down beside Dawson so that he can kick his underwear off fully, and the boys face each other and grin. Dawson suddenly rolls on top of Will, hands planted on either side of his head, thighs straddling and pinning Will’s. Dawson smirks hungrily down at Will, who meets his gaze with excitement. Dawson grabs Will’s forearms and stretches his young body over Will’s to pin them above his head. As he does his hips rock forward, grinding his shaft into Will’s. Dawson cuts off Will’s gasp by kissing him deeply, sweeping his tongue into Will’s mouth. The physicality of their earlier kissing is intensified, their hunger enflamed. Their jaws work as the boys push against each other’s lips, driving with their tongues. Dawson has Will roughly pinned down by his wrists and thighs, the musk of his exposed armpits in Dawson’s nose, their chests grind, and their stomachs grow slick with the mixture of their leaking precum.

Dawson starts to rock his body in deliberate thrusts, grinding his achingly hard cock against Will’s swollen shaft. Will groans into Dawson’s lips as he lies stretched out under Dawson’s body, at the mercy of the waves of pleasure pulsing from their grinding cocks. Dawson continues to rock his abdomen in steady thrusts, driving his best friend’s body pinned beneath him to clench and arch against his own.

Dawson releases Will’s wrists and slides one hand behind Will’s head, bringing his lips up to meet his own more firmly. The other hand pushes between their writhing bodies to grip the shafts of both cocks. Their precum is warm and slippery on Dawson’s hand as he begins to pump down the length of their cocks, grinding their shafts together in rhythmic thrusts. Will’s hands clench around Dawson’s shoulders from behind as he brings his lips up to the side of Dawson’s neck, tasting the clean salt of sweat. Dawson is panting in Will’s ear when he feels Will’s hands start to stroke down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, the ridge of his spine, the dip above his ass, places Will’s hands had never had reason to explore before.

Suddenly Will is gripping Dawson’s ass, his hands clenched on the pale hair-dusted skin. Dawson feels Will pulling his body in even deeper, desperation clear as his breaths come out in ragged pants against Dawson’s neck, and his abdomen flexes and arches upwards into Dawson. Dawson drives his precum soaked hand in faster pumps around their straining cocks, and thrusts his hips down into Will, grinding their shafts together with aching pressure. Dawson’s abdomen clenches as a wave of pleasure rocks his body, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck Dawson I’m gonna cum,” Will pants into Dawson’s ear.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over you,” Dawson growls.

Will arches his head back with a gasp, and the ridge of his cock throbs deeply against Dawson’s own. Cum shoots hot and thick between their intwined bodies, and is rubbed into their grinding stomachs and cocks. A deep pleasure pulses through Dawson’s entire body, filling his head with a rushing heat. He clenches his body around Will’s with a groan as his cock throbs with deep, pulsating spurts of cum. He holds Will’s body tight as the contractions that wrack his body weaken, and he’s able to draw steady breaths through his parted lips.

Dawson relaxes his body onto Will’s, every drop of youthful energy driven from him. The boys lay together wordlessly, taking in the sound of their deep breaths in the small room, the musk of sweat and cum, the feeing of their chests rising against the other’s, and the sweet ache of their drained cocks still pressed together.

Dawson stumbles out the back door of his friend’s cottage, his head hazy from a night of drinking. His stomach is sore from laughing, and a wide smile stretches uninhibited across his face. Stumbling beside Dawson, Will matches his grin. He’s Dawson’s oldest friend, his strongest companion for many nights like these. The two of them make their way to the bunkie just down the path from the cottage, a sleeping area not much bigger than the small bed it holds.

Once settled in the cozy wooden room the boys strip off their clothes, smelling of woodsmoke and spilt whiskey. They’re long past the point of being shy in their underwear, the sight of the other’s body is almost as familiar as their own. Dawson is tall, with short brown hair, a slim but athletic frame, with dark hair on his legs and forming a trail up his stomach. Will is a couple inches shorter, with wavy blond hair, and stocky, carrying more weight than Dawson.

The boys climb under the covers and jostle for space on the narrow mattress. Dawson lets Will’s shoulder and thigh press warmly against his own, and feels his friend start to sink into deeper breaths. With a content grumble Will rolls over against Dawson’s side, slinging his arm over Dawson’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder. Dawson snorts out a laugh. This isn’t out of character for Will, he’s always been very physically affectionate, but the unexpected intimacy of the position makes him laugh.

“You just feel like snuggling up man?” Dawson teases.

“Girls do it all the time,” Will responds without opening his eyes. “Scared of feeling gay?”

“Shut up,” Dawson laughs it off.

Minutes pass in silence. With the lamplight soft behind his eyelids, the smell of woodsmoke in the air, the rhythmic breaths against his collarbone, and the warm weight of a body against his own, Dawson sinks into a contentment he didn’t realize he was missing. When Will snuggles in tighter to Dawson’s body and begins to softly nuzzle his face against his neck, Dawson can’t even bring his alcohol relaxed mind to care.

Suddenly Dawson is roused by Will’s lips, kissing the side of his neck. That he can’t ignore, brush off as Will just messing around.

“What are you doing?” He tries to ask in a joking tone, but he knows it’s not coming across as carefree.

Will pulls his head back to meet Dawson’s eyes.

“I’m not trying to weird you out, I know…”

Dawson watches Will’s eyes as he trails off. There’s a deep vulnerability opening beneath his usual confidence.

“I know what people would think, but right now with the two of us alone, this feels good.”

Dawson’s heart clenches at the desperation in Will’s tone. This is his closest friend, needing him to understand more than what his words can convey. If Will is afraid that Dawson will push him away, but he did this anyways, he must have so much care and trust in Dawson. Tenderness swells in Dawson’s chest.

“Will… I care more about my closest friend, than I do about what other people would think,” Dawson smiles.

With Will’s face inches from his own, breaking into a relieved and grateful smile, Dawson realizes he does understand. There is a drive for intimacy, a longing for physical connection, for a lack of barriers between another person. Dawson had chased this drive before. Kisses, sex, love; with past girlfriends he had learned this feeling. But this is different, it’s coming from a place of friendship, fraternity, not just attraction.

Dawson gives in. He reaches up to Will and slides his hand over the back of his neck. In their locked gaze they each see the commitment to whatever is about to happen. Will sinks down into Dawson’s arms and fits his lips over Dawson’s. Dawson feels a rushing in his abdomen, a swelling hunger so unexpected and pulling. He tilts his jaw up to kiss Will deeply, pushing back, no longer passive.

As they kiss Dawson’s senses open to the physicality of their intimacy. Will’s weight on top of Dawson is so solid, so unmistakably male. But Dawson had never been so close to Will; against his chest, stomach, thighs, in his arms, he felt so much of Will’s bare skin rubbing against his own, radiating heat under the blankets. He felt Will’s breath on his face, heard the ragged breathing and suction of kissing, filled his nose with the familiar scent of his best friend, his laundry detergent, the clean musk of sweat.

Will’s hips shift, and Dawson feels the length of Will’s cock beginning to harden as it presses into his thigh. His own cock twitches at the foreign feeling, and begins to swell against the pressure of Will’s hip. Will pulls his lips from Dawson’s, and begins to trace them down his jawline. He throws his head back in response, baring his throat to Will, inviting the kisses planted down his neck. Will shifts down Dawson’s lean body as his lips reach his chest, and Dawson shudders at the sensation of Will’s weight dragging over his hardening cock.

Dawson runs his fingers through Will’s blond waves, taking a hold of his head as he works his lips downward. Without thinking about it, Dawson begins to guide Will’s head, pressing his face into the lean muscle of his stomach. Will groans low in his throat and relaxes his body into Dawson’s. Dawson draws Will’s head lower, letting his lips leave lingering kisses down the trail of dark hair that runs under his waistband.

Will can feel sweat beginning to form as the air beneath the blanket grows hotter, filling with his best friend’s clean, masculine musk, the scent of a young man after a day in the summer sun. Will tosses the blanket off the bed, letting the warm lamplight illuminate their intwined bodies. Dawson gazes down at him blissfully, with a cocky gleam in his eyes. Dawson guides Will’s head down until his lips reach the swollen head of his cock, pushed to the side by his waistband. Will kisses down the steel hard length of Dawson’s cock through his boxers, before lowering his head to press his mouth to the form of Dawson’s balls resting between his hairy thighs.

Dawson’s cock throbs, and he sees a dark patch of precum soak into the fabric over his tip. His cock is now achingly hard, straining against his boxers. Dawson guides Will’s head up his shaft, and pushes Will’s parted lips over the bulge of his cock head.

“Fuck bro…” Will mutters, “You taste good.”

Dawson smirks. “Come on man, take these boxers off.”

Will grins up at Dawson, and slides his fingers beneath the waistband. Dawson lifts his hips up to let Will tug them down, watching how Will’s face lights up with anticipation and pleasure as his cock springs free. Dawson lounges back as Will rises to his knees between Dawson’s legs. He feels a surge of pleasure and confidence as his best friend openly takes in his body, running his eyes over his taut stomach, the swell of his pecs and biceps, his toned thighs. His cock arcs thickly over his trimmed curls towards his belly button, pulling Will’s attention. Will’s own cock bulges against his underwear, jutting from between his thick thighs. Dawson sees the outline of Will’s cock head pressed into the precum soaked fabric and smirks, then catches Will’s hungry gaze.

“Come here, let’s see your cock.”

Will shuffles up to kneel beside Dawson’s chest. With the thrill of experiment, Dawson runs his thumb up the ridge of the underside of Will’s cock. Will lets out a shuttered breath, which turns into a low moan as Dawson circles his thumb over Will’s precum slicked tip. Dawson tugs Will’s underwear down over his round ass and thick thighs, freeing his cock to spring into the air. Dawson can’t help but compare, his cock looks to be longer than Will’s, though they’re similar in thickness.

Will lays down beside Dawson so that he can kick his underwear off fully, and the boys face each other and grin. Dawson suddenly rolls on top of Will, hands planted on either side of his head, thighs straddling and pinning Will’s. Dawson smirks hungrily down at Will, who meets his gaze with excitement. Dawson grabs Will’s forearms and stretches his young body over Will’s to pin them above his head. As he does his hips rock forward, grinding his shaft into Will’s. Dawson cuts off Will’s gasp by kissing him deeply, sweeping his tongue into Will’s mouth. The physicality of their earlier kissing is intensified, their hunger enflamed. Their jaws work as the boys push against each other’s lips, driving with their tongues. Dawson has Will roughly pinned down by his wrists and thighs, the musk of his exposed armpits in Dawson’s nose, their chests grind, and their stomachs grow slick with the mixture of their leaking precum.

Dawson starts to rock his body in deliberate thrusts, grinding his achingly hard cock against Will’s swollen shaft. Will groans into Dawson’s lips as he lies stretched out under Dawson’s body, at the mercy of the waves of pleasure pulsing from their grinding cocks. Dawson continues to rock his abdomen in steady thrusts, driving his best friend’s body pinned beneath him to clench and arch against his own.

Dawson releases Will’s wrists and slides one hand behind Will’s head, bringing his lips up to meet his own more firmly. The other hand pushes between their writhing bodies to grip the shafts of both cocks. Their precum is warm and slippery on Dawson’s hand as he begins to pump down the length of their cocks, grinding their shafts together in rhythmic thrusts. Will’s hands clench around Dawson’s shoulders from behind as he brings his lips up to the side of Dawson’s neck, tasting the clean salt of sweat. Dawson is panting in Will’s ear when he feels Will’s hands start to stroke down his back, tracing his shoulder blades, the ridge of his spine, the dip above his ass, places Will’s hands had never had reason to explore before.

Suddenly Will is gripping Dawson’s ass, his hands clenched on the pale hair-dusted skin. Dawson feels Will pulling his body in even deeper, desperation clear as his breaths come out in ragged pants against Dawson’s neck, and his abdomen flexes and arches upwards into Dawson. Dawson drives his precum soaked hand in faster pumps around their straining cocks, and thrusts his hips down into Will, grinding their shafts together with aching pressure. Dawson’s abdomen clenches as a wave of pleasure rocks his body, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck Dawson I’m gonna cum,” Will pants into Dawson’s ear.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over you,” Dawson growls.

Will arches his head back with a gasp, and the ridge of his cock throbs deeply against Dawson’s own. Cum shoots hot and thick between their intwined bodies, and is rubbed into their grinding stomachs and cocks. A deep pleasure pulses through Dawson’s entire body, filling his head with a rushing heat. He clenches his body around Will’s with a groan as his cock throbs with deep, pulsating spurts of cum. He holds Will’s body tight as the contractions that wrack his body weaken, and he’s able to draw steady breaths through his parted lips.

Dawson relaxes his body onto Will’s, every drop of youthful energy driven from him. The boys lay together wordlessly, taking in the sound of their deep breaths in the small room, the musk of sweat and cum, the feeing of their chests rising against the other’s, and the sweet ache of their drained cocks still pressed together.

“You are not supposed to be here.”

Johnathon froze. Isabella’s tone was playful in its relaxed confidence, but he recognized the iron core of command. He turned to face his employer’s heiress, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable of his borrowed suit. Behind Isabella the ballroom floor swirled with guests, while sweeping music and chandelier-cast light resonated off the gilded walls, but Johnathon’s full attention was demanded by the beautiful woman standing imposingly before him.

“Miss Cardoso, I apologize for the intrusion, I…” Johnathon scrambled for an excuse for his presence.

“I had believed that an invitation was implied by mister Eladio Cardoso.”

Isabella smirked. “I thought I recognized that tailoring. Rather too fine for a servant, no? But my little brother always has been very… familiar with those of the estate.”

“And I give thanks for his generosity,” Johnathon said carefully, feeling some relief in knowing that Isabella did not think the suit to be stolen.

Isabella leisurely traced her gaze over Johnathon, who felt pinned by the intensity of her dark eyes.

“You do cut a fine figure, but you know that the gala was not meant for you.”

Johnathon’s heart rose at the compliment, as his stomach sank at the assurance of his guilt. He fought to keep his composure professional, and as he opened his mouth to apologize, Isabella stepped closer.

“Were you to be of service to me, this over-stepping of your employ could be taken as just another night of work, yes?”

“Yes ma’am, whatever you desire,” Johnathon said sincerely.

“This gala grows stuffy. I would like you to escort me to the conservatory for some fresh air.”

“Of course, miss Cardoso.”

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Johnathon’s mind was racing as he walked the elegant halls of the Cardoso estate with its heiress at his side. He was relieved that Isabella was not angry, in fact her pouted lips hinted a smirk, but their solitude intimidated Johnathon. Much of this intimidation grew from Isabella’s beauty. Johnathon knew himself to be handsome; fine youthful features, thick blond hair, and an athletic frame, but Isabella resided in the realm of art. Her hair was as dark and rich as her eyes, her features graceful, her tanned skin soft. She marched her long legs in a confident saunter, swaying her hips, drawing attention to her narrow waist.

Johnathon opened the doors of the conservatory, breathing the cooler, flower-perfumed air in deeply. The light of the full moon shone through the ornate windows, and he couldn’t help but notice how the silver light played across the swell of Isabella’s breasts in her low-cut gown. Isabella was standing closer to Johnathon than their stations would normally allow, and the delicate scent of her perfume filled his senses with vanilla and spice.

“Johnathon,” Isabella began, “My brother holds you in high regard. I understand you have been an… intimately trusted valet for him.”

Any response froze in Johnathon’s mind. Did Isabella know just how close he and her little brother had become over the years?

“What I wonder is, are you willing to be as dependable in your servitude to me?” Isabella smiled confidently, almost conspiratorially.

“Yes.” Johnathon spoke without hesitation.

“Good. Kiss me.”

Heart pounding, Johnathon slid one hand around Isabella’s slim waist, the other brushing her hair back. He kissed her deeply, running his thumb along her upturned jaw, breathing in her scent. Isabella let out a shaky breath, and pulled Johnathon in closer by his cravat. The sensation of Isabella’s breasts pressed under his chest sent a surge of arousal through Johnathon’s body. He could feel heat rising in his stomach as his cock began to twitch and swell.

Isabella broke away and stared hungrily into Johnathon’s eyes.

“I wear only a chemise beneath this gown… I want you to taste me, Johnathon.”

Without a word, Johnathon wrapped his strong hands around Isabella’s waist, and lifted her onto the table. He sank to his knees, keeping his gaze on Isabella’s glowing face, and deftly began to run his hands up her bare legs. As his hands curved around her thighs he felt Isabella shudder, and she leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs wider. Johnathon traced his hands further up the delicate skin on the inside of Isabella’s thighs, until his fingertips met her outer lips. He circled around the opening, stroking the supple, hot skin, listening to the sound of her breaths deepening in pleasure.

With a swell of anticipation Johnathon gathered her skirts, and slowly drew them back. The soft skin of Isabella’s legs was paler, her thighs luminous in the moonlight. His cock throbbed against the tight fabric of his trousers when he revealed her lips, slightly parted, beneath a soft tuft of curls. Johnathon brought his face close, drinking in her body; the subtle sweet musk, the glisten of moisture along her lips, the heat radiating from her aroused sex.

Johnathon wrapped his hands around Isabella’s thighs, and brought his lips to the swell above her opening. He kissed her mound, trailing his mouth around the top of her lips. He planted kisses across every inch of sensitive skin between her thighs, savouring each of Isabella’s sighs they elicited. Johnathon traced the tip of his tongue along her outer lips with careful, pointed pressure. As his tongue dipped into the fold between her lips Johnathon tasted Isabella’s sweet musk. It flooded his senses, rushing in a hunger unlike any he had experienced before.

Johnathon ran his tongue along the inside of Isabella’s opening, scooping deeply against each inner lip. He flattened his tongue, licking from the bottom to the swelling hood. As he swept and devoured with his tongue Johnathon’s desire grew, his cock straining in aching hardness, his breath becoming ragged. Under his grip he could feel the muscles of Isabella’s thighs twitching and fluttering, clenching in rhythm with the soft sounds that had begun to escape her parted lips.

Johnathon felt Isabella’s opening throb around his tongue as his nose ground against her glistening clitoris. Taking her body’s lead, Johnathon took her bud in his lips and began to suck in gentle pulses. Isabella threw her head back, and Johnathon could feel more moisture welling onto his lips and chin. He increased the pressure, kissing and sucking until Isabella cried out and wrapped her thighs around his head. Johnathon’s mouth was ground into the wet heat of her opening, he was emersed in the pulsing waves of her pleasure.

When Isabella’s legs relaxed to rest on Johnathon’s shoulders, he looked up to meet her gaze. Her face was flushed, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts heaved in deep breaths. What pulled Johnathon’s attention, demanded his arousal, was the look of desire in her eyes. It felt forbidden. He was a servant, he was surprised that Isabella even knew his name. But now he had the desire of this powerful woman; in opening herself to him Johnathon was given a measure of power. This unlocked a feeling, a hunger, a drive, he knew was not meant for servants.

“You want me,” Johnathon said recklessly.

Isabella considered the statement for a moment.

“Yes.”

Johnathon left a lingering kiss on Isabella’s slick opening before standing up. He unwrapped his cravat, every motion deliberate, keeping his eyes on her face. He removed her brother’s suit carefully, allowing Isabella to drink in every inch of skin he exposed. As he stood between her spread legs in his underwear, Johnathon saw how her eyes were drawn to his straining bulge, and the dark patch of precum that had soaked the borrowed silk. He ran his finger over his swollen cock head, and pulled it away with a trail of precum.

“I want you to taste me, miss Cardoso.”

Isabella met his gaze and opened her mouth, just enough to rest her tongue delicately on her lip. Johnathon brought his fingertip to her tongue, and watched with satisfaction as she swallowed the thick bead of precum. He then slid off the underwear, finally releasing his heavy cock to curve up from below his tangle of blond curls. He took the back of Isabella’s neck and waist, and gently laid her back on the table.

Johnathon stretched his naked body over Isabella, and kissed her deeply. When he drew back her lips were covered in her own wetness, left from his moisture slicked lips and chin. Johnathon slid one hand down to her opening, parted and swelled from her orgasm, and slid two fingers inside. Isabella’s hips bucked as she inhaled sharply, but he continued to massage the roof of her opening, eliciting contractions from the tight, slippery walls.

When Isabella’s opening began to relax around Johnathon’s fingers, he drew them out, and stroked the wetness over his cock. He guided his cock head to her lips, and pushed his thick shaft through her opening. The wet walls gripped his cock tightly as it drove steadily through, drawing a ragged groan from Johnathon’s throat. His pelvis met Isabella’s in a deep thrust, rocking her body back on the table. She gasped, and wrapped her long legs around his bare torso, hands clenching his shoulders from behind. Johnathon pressed his lips to her neck in response, and began to kiss along the smooth skin as he pulled his cock back, leaving just the swollen head within.

Johnathon rocked his hips forward again. With a steady drive he thrust his thick, curved shaft through Isabella’s tight opening. Her walls clenched the length of his cock in rippling pulses as he rocked, radiating heat, dripping moisture. She threw her head back, exposing the arch of her neck and the rising swell of her breasts to the moonlight, which shimmered with sweat.

“You… are… so… beautiful…” Johnathon panted low in his throat, in between thrusts.

Isabella buried her face in the side of his neck and shoulder in response, planting kisses, savouring the salty musk of his sweat on her tongue. Her hands had begun to clench desperately, digging her nails into Johnathon’s shoulders. She gripped tighter with her legs, and with each rocking of his body Isabella was half lifted off the smooth wood of the table, hanging off of Johnathon’s strong young body.

The muscles of Johnathon’s thighs began to clench as his knees got closer to buckling. His breath was becoming ragged, and the aching heat of pleasure was filling his abdomen. Isabella’s nails digging into his shoulders and back heightened the arousal, as did the sound of wet slapping and panting breaths echoing off the walls of the conservatory. The night air at his naked back was cool, and he knew that a member of the estate could burst in at any moment, but he could not care. Isabella was so alive with heat, femininity, youth, and beauty under him, in his arms, nothing else could matter but the pleasure blazing through their bodies.

Isabella whimpered against Johnathon’s neck as her body arched with contractions. The strong pulses squeezing the length of Johnathon’s thick shaft pulled a groan from his lips. Isabella’s legs clenched around him as his thrusting cock drove spurts of wetness from her pulsing opening onto their grinding pelvises. A deep throb from his cock rocked Johnathon’s body, and gasping, he pulled his dripping length free from her opening and slapped it against her stomach. Thick spurts of cum shot from Johnathon’s swollen head, splattering Isabella’s heaving breasts, her arched neck, soaking her corset.

Johnathon’s cum was slick and hot between their entwined bodies. He lay on top of Isabella, his mind rushing with pleasure. Their chests rose in time, panting, as they drank in each other’s presence. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes.

“Johnathon…” Isabella whispered.

He smiled, satisfaction sinking bone-deep through his body.

“My service to you will be as devoted as the moon is to the Earth.”

“You are not supposed to be here.”

Johnathon froze. Isabella’s tone was playful in its relaxed confidence, but he recognized the iron core of command. He turned to face his employer’s heiress, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable of his borrowed suit. Behind Isabella the ballroom floor swirled with guests, while sweeping music and chandelier-cast light resonated off the gilded walls, but Johnathon’s full attention was demanded by the beautiful woman standing imposingly before him.

“Miss Cardoso, I apologize for the intrusion, I…” Johnathon scrambled for an excuse for his presence.

“I had believed that an invitation was implied by mister Eladio Cardoso.”

Isabella smirked. “I thought I recognized that tailoring. Rather too fine for a servant, no? But my little brother always has been very… familiar with those of the estate.”

“And I give thanks for his generosity,” Johnathon said carefully, feeling some relief in knowing that Isabella did not think the suit to be stolen.

Isabella leisurely traced her gaze over Johnathon, who felt pinned by the intensity of her dark eyes.

“You do cut a fine figure, but you know that the gala was not meant for you.”

Johnathon’s heart rose at the compliment, as his stomach sank at the assurance of his guilt. He fought to keep his composure professional, and as he opened his mouth to apologize, Isabella stepped closer.

“Were you to be of service to me, this over-stepping of your employ could be taken as just another night of work, yes?”

“Yes ma’am, whatever you desire,” Johnathon said sincerely.

“This gala grows stuffy. I would like you to escort me to the conservatory for some fresh air.”

“Of course, miss Cardoso.”

---

Johnathon’s mind was racing as he walked the elegant halls of the Cardoso estate with its heiress at his side. He was relieved that Isabella was not angry, in fact her pouted lips hinted a smirk, but their solitude intimidated Johnathon. Much of this intimidation grew from Isabella’s beauty. Johnathon knew himself to be handsome; fine youthful features, thick blond hair, and an athletic frame, but Isabella resided in the realm of art. Her hair was as dark and rich as her eyes, her features graceful, her tanned skin soft. She marched her long legs in a confident saunter, swaying her hips, drawing attention to her narrow waist.

Johnathon opened the doors of the conservatory, breathing the cooler, flower-perfumed air in deeply. The light of the full moon shone through the ornate windows, and he couldn’t help but notice how the silver light played across the swell of Isabella’s breasts in her low-cut gown. Isabella was standing closer to Johnathon than their stations would normally allow, and the delicate scent of her perfume filled his senses with vanilla and spice.

“Johnathon,” Isabella began, “My brother holds you in high regard. I understand you have been an… intimately trusted valet for him.”

Any response froze in Johnathon’s mind. Did Isabella know just how close he and her little brother had become over the years?

“What I wonder is, are you willing to be as dependable in your servitude to me?” Isabella smiled confidently, almost conspiratorially.

“Yes.” Johnathon spoke without hesitation.

“Good. Kiss me.”

Heart pounding, Johnathon slid one hand around Isabella’s slim waist, the other brushing her hair back. He kissed her deeply, running his thumb along her upturned jaw, breathing in her scent. Isabella let out a shaky breath, and pulled Johnathon in closer by his cravat. The sensation of Isabella’s breasts pressed under his chest sent a surge of arousal through Johnathon’s body. He could feel heat rising in his stomach as his cock began to twitch and swell.

Isabella broke away and stared hungrily into Johnathon’s eyes.

“I wear only a chemise beneath this gown… I want you to taste me, Johnathon.”

Without a word, Johnathon wrapped his strong hands around Isabella’s waist, and lifted her onto the table. He sank to his knees, keeping his gaze on Isabella’s glowing face, and deftly began to run his hands up her bare legs. As his hands curved around her thighs he felt Isabella shudder, and she leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs wider. Johnathon traced his hands further up the delicate skin on the inside of Isabella’s thighs, until his fingertips met her outer lips. He circled around the opening, stroking the supple, hot skin, listening to the sound of her breaths deepening in pleasure.

With a swell of anticipation Johnathon gathered her skirts, and slowly drew them back. The soft skin of Isabella’s legs was paler, her thighs luminous in the moonlight. His cock throbbed against the tight fabric of his trousers when he revealed her lips, slightly parted, beneath a soft tuft of curls. Johnathon brought his face close, drinking in her body; the subtle sweet musk, the glisten of moisture along her lips, the heat radiating from her aroused sex.

Johnathon wrapped his hands around Isabella’s thighs, and brought his lips to the swell above her opening. He kissed her mound, trailing his mouth around the top of her lips. He planted kisses across every inch of sensitive skin between her thighs, savouring each of Isabella’s sighs they elicited. Johnathon traced the tip of his tongue along her outer lips with careful, pointed pressure. As his tongue dipped into the fold between her lips Johnathon tasted Isabella’s sweet musk. It flooded his senses, rushing in a hunger unlike any he had experienced before.

Johnathon ran his tongue along the inside of Isabella’s opening, scooping deeply against each inner lip. He flattened his tongue, licking from the bottom to the swelling hood. As he swept and devoured with his tongue Johnathon’s desire grew, his cock straining in aching hardness, his breath becoming ragged. Under his grip he could feel the muscles of Isabella’s thighs twitching and fluttering, clenching in rhythm with the soft sounds that had begun to escape her parted lips.

Johnathon felt Isabella’s opening throb around his tongue as his nose ground against her glistening clitoris. Taking her body’s lead, Johnathon took her bud in his lips and began to suck in gentle pulses. Isabella threw her head back, and Johnathon could feel more moisture welling onto his lips and chin. He increased the pressure, kissing and sucking until Isabella cried out and wrapped her thighs around his head. Johnathon’s mouth was ground into the wet heat of her opening, he was emersed in the pulsing waves of her pleasure.

When Isabella’s legs relaxed to rest on Johnathon’s shoulders, he looked up to meet her gaze. Her face was flushed, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts heaved in deep breaths. What pulled Johnathon’s attention, demanded his arousal, was the look of desire in her eyes. It felt forbidden. He was a servant, he was surprised that Isabella even knew his name. But now he had the desire of this powerful woman; in opening herself to him Johnathon was given a measure of power. This unlocked a feeling, a hunger, a drive, he knew was not meant for servants.

“You want me,” Johnathon said recklessly.

Isabella considered the statement for a moment.

“Yes.”

Johnathon left a lingering kiss on Isabella’s slick opening before standing up. He unwrapped his cravat, every motion deliberate, keeping his eyes on her face. He removed her brother’s suit carefully, allowing Isabella to drink in every inch of skin he exposed. As he stood between her spread legs in his underwear, Johnathon saw how her eyes were drawn to his straining bulge, and the dark patch of precum that had soaked the borrowed silk. He ran his finger over his swollen cock head, and pulled it away with a trail of precum.

“I want you to taste me, miss Cardoso.”

Isabella met his gaze and opened her mouth, just enough to rest her tongue delicately on her lip. Johnathon brought his fingertip to her tongue, and watched with satisfaction as she swallowed the thick bead of precum. He then slid off the underwear, finally releasing his heavy cock to curve up from below his tangle of blond curls. He took the back of Isabella’s neck and waist, and gently laid her back on the table.

Johnathon stretched his naked body over Isabella, and kissed her deeply. When he drew back her lips were covered in her own wetness, left from his moisture slicked lips and chin. Johnathon slid one hand down to her opening, parted and swelled from her orgasm, and slid two fingers inside. Isabella’s hips bucked as she inhaled sharply, but he continued to massage the roof of her opening, eliciting contractions from the tight, slippery walls.

When Isabella’s opening began to relax around Johnathon’s fingers, he drew them out, and stroked the wetness over his cock. He guided his cock head to her lips, and pushed his thick shaft through her opening. The wet walls gripped his cock tightly as it drove steadily through, drawing a ragged groan from Johnathon’s throat. His pelvis met Isabella’s in a deep thrust, rocking her body back on the table. She gasped, and wrapped her long legs around his bare torso, hands clenching his shoulders from behind. Johnathon pressed his lips to her neck in response, and began to kiss along the smooth skin as he pulled his cock back, leaving just the swollen head within.

Johnathon rocked his hips forward again. With a steady drive he thrust his thick, curved shaft through Isabella’s tight opening. Her walls clenched the length of his cock in rippling pulses as he rocked, radiating heat, dripping moisture. She threw her head back, exposing the arch of her neck and the rising swell of her breasts to the moonlight, which shimmered with sweat.

“You… are… so… beautiful…” Johnathon panted low in his throat, in between thrusts.

Isabella buried her face in the side of his neck and shoulder in response, planting kisses, savouring the salty musk of his sweat on her tongue. Her hands had begun to clench desperately, digging her nails into Johnathon’s shoulders. She gripped tighter with her legs, and with each rocking of his body Isabella was half lifted off the smooth wood of the table, hanging off of Johnathon’s strong young body.

The muscles of Johnathon’s thighs began to clench as his knees got closer to buckling. His breath was becoming ragged, and the aching heat of pleasure was filling his abdomen. Isabella’s nails digging into his shoulders and back heightened the arousal, as did the sound of wet slapping and panting breaths echoing off the walls of the conservatory. The night air at his naked back was cool, and he knew that a member of the estate could burst in at any moment, but he could not care. Isabella was so alive with heat, femininity, youth, and beauty under him, in his arms, nothing else could matter but the pleasure blazing through their bodies.

Isabella whimpered against Johnathon’s neck as her body arched with contractions. The strong pulses squeezing the length of Johnathon’s thick shaft pulled a groan from his lips. Isabella’s legs clenched around him as his thrusting cock drove spurts of wetness from her pulsing opening onto their grinding pelvises. A deep throb from his cock rocked Johnathon’s body, and gasping, he pulled his dripping length free from her opening and slapped it against her stomach. Thick spurts of cum shot from Johnathon’s swollen head, splattering Isabella’s heaving breasts, her arched neck, soaking her corset.

Johnathon’s cum was slick and hot between their entwined bodies. He lay on top of Isabella, his mind rushing with pleasure. Their chests rose in time, panting, as they drank in each other’s presence. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes.

“Johnathon…” Isabella whispered.

He smiled, satisfaction sinking bone-deep through his body.

“My service to you will be as devoted as the moon is to the Earth.”

“You are not supposed to be here.”

Johnathon froze. Isabella’s tone was playful in its relaxed confidence, but he recognized the iron core of command. He turned to face his employer’s heiress, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable of his borrowed suit. Behind Isabella the ballroom floor swirled with guests, while sweeping music and chandelier-cast light resonated off the gilded walls, but Johnathon’s full attention was demanded by the beautiful woman standing imposingly before him.

“Miss Cardoso, I apologize for the intrusion, I…” Johnathon scrambled for an excuse for his presence.

“I had believed that an invitation was implied by mister Eladio Cardoso.”

Isabella smirked. “I thought I recognized that tailoring. Rather too fine for a servant, no? But my little brother always has been very… familiar with those of the estate.”

“And I give thanks for his generosity,” Johnathon said carefully, feeling some relief in knowing that Isabella did not think the suit to be stolen.

Isabella leisurely traced her gaze over Johnathon, who felt pinned by the intensity of her dark eyes.

“You do cut a fine figure, but you know that the gala was not meant for you.”

Johnathon’s heart rose at the compliment, as his stomach sank at the assurance of his guilt. He fought to keep his composure professional, and as he opened his mouth to apologize, Isabella stepped closer.

“Were you to be of service to me, this over-stepping of your employ could be taken as just another night of work, yes?”

“Yes ma’am, whatever you desire,” Johnathon said sincerely.

“This gala grows stuffy. I would like you to escort me to the conservatory for some fresh air.”

“Of course, miss Cardoso.”

---

Johnathon’s mind was racing as he walked the elegant halls of the Cardoso estate with its heiress at his side. He was relieved that Isabella was not angry, in fact her pouted lips hinted a smirk, but their solitude intimidated Johnathon. Much of this intimidation grew from Isabella’s beauty. Johnathon knew himself to be handsome; fine youthful features, thick blond hair, and an athletic frame, but Isabella resided in the realm of art. Her hair was as dark and rich as her eyes, her features graceful, her tanned skin soft. She marched her long legs in a confident saunter, swaying her hips, drawing attention to her narrow waist.

Johnathon opened the doors of the conservatory, breathing the cooler, flower-perfumed air in deeply. The light of the full moon shone through the ornate windows, and he couldn’t help but notice how the silver light played across the swell of Isabella’s breasts in her low-cut gown. Isabella was standing closer to Johnathon than their stations would normally allow, and the delicate scent of her perfume filled his senses with vanilla and spice.

“Johnathon,” Isabella began, “My brother holds you in high regard. I understand you have been an… intimately trusted valet for him.”

Any response froze in Johnathon’s mind. Did Isabella know just how close he and her little brother had become over the years?

“What I wonder is, are you willing to be as dependable in your servitude to me?” Isabella smiled confidently, almost conspiratorially.

“Yes.” Johnathon spoke without hesitation.

“Good. Kiss me.”

Heart pounding, Johnathon slid one hand around Isabella’s slim waist, the other brushing her hair back. He kissed her deeply, running his thumb along her upturned jaw, breathing in her scent. Isabella let out a shaky breath, and pulled Johnathon in closer by his cravat. The sensation of Isabella’s breasts pressed under his chest sent a surge of arousal through Johnathon’s body. He could feel heat rising in his stomach as his cock began to twitch and swell.

Isabella broke away and stared hungrily into Johnathon’s eyes.

“I wear only a chemise beneath this gown… I want you to taste me, Johnathon.”

Without a word, Johnathon wrapped his strong hands around Isabella’s waist, and lifted her onto the table. He sank to his knees, keeping his gaze on Isabella’s glowing face, and deftly began to run his hands up her bare legs. As his hands curved around her thighs he felt Isabella shudder, and she leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs wider. Johnathon traced his hands further up the delicate skin on the inside of Isabella’s thighs, until his fingertips met her outer lips. He circled around the opening, stroking the supple, hot skin, listening to the sound of her breaths deepening in pleasure.

With a swell of anticipation Johnathon gathered her skirts, and slowly drew them back. The soft skin of Isabella’s legs was paler, her thighs luminous in the moonlight. His cock throbbed against the tight fabric of his trousers when he revealed her lips, slightly parted, beneath a soft tuft of curls. Johnathon brought his face close, drinking in her body; the subtle sweet musk, the glisten of moisture along her lips, the heat radiating from her aroused sex.

Johnathon wrapped his hands around Isabella’s thighs, and brought his lips to the swell above her opening. He kissed her mound, trailing his mouth around the top of her lips. He planted kisses across every inch of sensitive skin between her thighs, savouring each of Isabella’s sighs they elicited. Johnathon traced the tip of his tongue along her outer lips with careful, pointed pressure. As his tongue dipped into the fold between her lips Johnathon tasted Isabella’s sweet musk. It flooded his senses, rushing in a hunger unlike any he had experienced before.

Johnathon ran his tongue along the inside of Isabella’s opening, scooping deeply against each inner lip. He flattened his tongue, licking from the bottom to the swelling hood. As he swept and devoured with his tongue Johnathon’s desire grew, his cock straining in aching hardness, his breath becoming ragged. Under his grip he could feel the muscles of Isabella’s thighs twitching and fluttering, clenching in rhythm with the soft sounds that had begun to escape her parted lips.

Johnathon felt Isabella’s opening throb around his tongue as his nose ground against her glistening clitoris. Taking her body’s lead, Johnathon took her bud in his lips and began to suck in gentle pulses. Isabella threw her head back, and Johnathon could feel more moisture welling onto his lips and chin. He increased the pressure, kissing and sucking until Isabella cried out and wrapped her thighs around his head. Johnathon’s mouth was ground into the wet heat of her opening, he was emersed in the pulsing waves of her pleasure.

When Isabella’s legs relaxed to rest on Johnathon’s shoulders, he looked up to meet her gaze. Her face was flushed, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts heaved in deep breaths. What pulled Johnathon’s attention, demanded his arousal, was the look of desire in her eyes. It felt forbidden. He was a servant, he was surprised that Isabella even knew his name. But now he had the desire of this powerful woman; in opening herself to him Johnathon was given a measure of power. This unlocked a feeling, a hunger, a drive, he knew was not meant for servants.

“You want me,” Johnathon said recklessly.

Isabella considered the statement for a moment.

“Yes.”

Johnathon left a lingering kiss on Isabella’s slick opening before standing up. He unwrapped his cravat, every motion deliberate, keeping his eyes on her face. He removed her brother’s suit carefully, allowing Isabella to drink in every inch of skin he exposed. As he stood between her spread legs in his underwear, Johnathon saw how her eyes were drawn to his straining bulge, and the dark patch of precum that had soaked the borrowed silk. He ran his finger over his swollen cock head, and pulled it away with a trail of precum.

“I want you to taste me, miss Cardoso.”

Isabella met his gaze and opened her mouth, just enough to rest her tongue delicately on her lip. Johnathon brought his fingertip to her tongue, and watched with satisfaction as she swallowed the thick bead of precum. He then slid off the underwear, finally releasing his heavy cock to curve up from below his tangle of blond curls. He took the back of Isabella’s neck and waist, and gently laid her back on the table.

Johnathon stretched his naked body over Isabella, and kissed her deeply. When he drew back her lips were covered in her own wetness, left from his moisture slicked lips and chin. Johnathon slid one hand down to her opening, parted and swelled from her orgasm, and slid two fingers inside. Isabella’s hips bucked as she inhaled sharply, but he continued to massage the roof of her opening, eliciting contractions from the tight, slippery walls.

When Isabella’s opening began to relax around Johnathon’s fingers, he drew them out, and stroked the wetness over his cock. He guided his cock head to her lips, and pushed his thick shaft through her opening. The wet walls gripped his cock tightly as it drove steadily through, drawing a ragged groan from Johnathon’s throat. His pelvis met Isabella’s in a deep thrust, rocking her body back on the table. She gasped, and wrapped her long legs around his bare torso, hands clenching his shoulders from behind. Johnathon pressed his lips to her neck in response, and began to kiss along the smooth skin as he pulled his cock back, leaving just the swollen head within.

Johnathon rocked his hips forward again. With a steady drive he thrust his thick, curved shaft through Isabella’s tight opening. Her walls clenched the length of his cock in rippling pulses as he rocked, radiating heat, dripping moisture. She threw her head back, exposing the arch of her neck and the rising swell of her breasts to the moonlight, which shimmered with sweat.

“You… are… so… beautiful…” Johnathon panted low in his throat, in between thrusts.

Isabella buried her face in the side of his neck and shoulder in response, planting kisses, savouring the salty musk of his sweat on her tongue. Her hands had begun to clench desperately, digging her nails into Johnathon’s shoulders. She gripped tighter with her legs, and with each rocking of his body Isabella was half lifted off the smooth wood of the table, hanging off of Johnathon’s strong young body.

The muscles of Johnathon’s thighs began to clench as his knees got closer to buckling. His breath was becoming ragged, and the aching heat of pleasure was filling his abdomen. Isabella’s nails digging into his shoulders and back heightened the arousal, as did the sound of wet slapping and panting breaths echoing off the walls of the conservatory. The night air at his naked back was cool, and he knew that a member of the estate could burst in at any moment, but he could not care. Isabella was so alive with heat, femininity, youth, and beauty under him, in his arms, nothing else could matter but the pleasure blazing through their bodies.

Isabella whimpered against Johnathon’s neck as her body arched with contractions. The strong pulses squeezing the length of Johnathon’s thick shaft pulled a groan from his lips. Isabella’s legs clenched around him as his thrusting cock drove spurts of wetness from her pulsing opening onto their grinding pelvises. A deep throb from his cock rocked Johnathon’s body, and gasping, he pulled his dripping length free from her opening and slapped it against her stomach. Thick spurts of cum shot from Johnathon’s swollen head, splattering Isabella’s heaving breasts, her arched neck, soaking her corset.

Johnathon’s cum was slick and hot between their entwined bodies. He lay on top of Isabella, his mind rushing with pleasure. Their chests rose in time, panting, as they drank in each other’s presence. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes.

“Johnathon…” Isabella whispered.

He smiled, satisfaction sinking bone-deep through his body.

“My service to you will be as devoted as the moon is to the Earth.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Anthony’s family trip to the Yucatan had been perfect so far; summer break after his first year of university, and he was desperate for the chance to let off steam. The condo they had rented was not too far from a quiet, off-the-beaten-path cenote, and it was there that Anthony was walking to beat the afternoon heat. No one else had felt like joining him, and he was looking forward to some time to himself.

The twisting jungle path led Anthony to a clearing around the cenote, with the changerooms to one side and an office and storage space to the other. He didn’t see anyone around, nor hear splashing from the water, and Anthony smiled at the thought of getting the grotto all to himself. He entered the small stucco changeroom, lined with white and blue tile, with wooden benches and an open shower room to the side.

Anthony set his bag down and kicked off his sandals. He pulled his shirt over his head, tugging against the cling of fabric to sweat dampened skin. Though unaccustomed to the heat he didn’t mind it, and Anthony had to admit to himself that he liked the look of his body with a sheen of sweat. It wasn’t a gym sculpted body, but athletic; fit and slim. That, with Anthony’s wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall height had gotten him some attention from girls and guys alike at university.

Unexpectedly the door swung open, and Anthony smiled in greeting to the guy walking in. He looked to be the same age as Anthony, Latino, a few inches shorter, with brown eyes and wavy black hair.

“Hey, I’m Matias,” he smiled.

“Hey, Anthony, nice to meet you,” Anthony shook his hand.

“I’m just checking in on our guests, though at the moment that’s just you,” Matias laughed easily.

“Yeah, it seems pretty quiet, nice and relaxing I guess,” Anthony responded.

“It is,” Matias nodded, “And since you’re the only one here, I might go for a swim too. It’s just me at the desk, and my dad’s the boss so I can’t get in too much trouble.”

Both boys laughed, and under Anthony’s gaze Matias tugged his shirt over his head. Anthony pulled his eyes back to the bench in front of him. He’d spent enough time in locker rooms to be casual about it, but Matias’s presence drew Anthony’s awareness to the skin bared between them; confident friendliness always cultivates a sense of intimacy.

Anthony pulled his shorts down, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Matias do the same, noticing how his thighs were thicker and hairier than his own. As the boys straightened up Anthony’s gaze flicked curiously across Matias’s bulge cupped in a jockstrap, and traced the curve of his exposed ass. It was rounded, gently dimpled at the sides, with a spray of dark hair across his tan skin. From the front of Matias’s jockstrap, a thick trail of hair ran up the slight arch of his stomach. Anthony judged Matias to be a bit thicker built than him, though with a similar athletic frame.

Matias’s eyes met Anthony’s, and with an excited jolt in his stomach he realized that Matias had been taking in his body the same way Anthony was.

“You know,” Matias began, “you should try a jockstrap like mine, those boxer briefs get too hot in the summer.”

Anthony absentmindedly ran his hand up the sweat-slicked skin of his taut stomach and chest. “Yeah, you’re right, I am pretty hot and sweaty right now,” he laughed.

“Well good, the water will feel so nice,” Matias smirked.

Anthony smirked back, and feeling emboldened, slid his underwear down with Matias’s eyes still on him. Matias immediately did the same, and without a word sauntered over to the open pit showers. Anthony followed, fighting to keep his gaze neutral, knowing that the sight of Matias’s ass bouncing with each step before him would break his control; he wasn’t sure enough of the situation to let his cock harden. Anthony took the showerhead next to Matias, and closed his eyes to the rush of warm water over his face.

Anthony shifted back to let the water fall over his chest, and busied himself with scrubbing his hands over his chest, stomach, shoulders, armpits, but out of the corner of his eye his focus was on Matias’s cock. It hung thickly below a dense patch of hair tamped down by water, as Anthony’s own did, and with the typical mindset of a young man Anthony felt some satisfaction seeing that Matias’s cock wasn’t quite as long as his. Its dark teak length ended smoothly, uncut, whereas Anthony’s pink head was exposed.

Matias smirked, and Anthony realized that he had unconsciously turned to stare openly at his cock.

“You don’t see any like this up north, huh?” Matias joked.

“I’ve been in enough locker rooms to see a few,” Anthony laughed, “My bad, I just zoned out a bit.”

“Its all good, you’re going to see my dick if we’re showering together,” Matias laughed back.

“True, and its not like I was judging it,” Anthony smirked.

“I’ll take that as you saying I have a nice one.

“Sure bro,” both boys laugh.

The familiar heat of arousal was rising in Anthony’s stomach as he turned back to face the showerhead, and he hoped that the steady swelling of his cock would be too subtle for Matias to notice. That hope was broken and replaced with uncertain excitement when he noticed Matias’s own cock had begun to swell and stiffen, and Anthony knew that his arousal must be just as clear.

This time Anthony caught Matias staring at his cock, and when their eyes met, neither pretended he wasn’t.

“You have a good looking dick bro, seems even bigger than mine,” Matias grinned and clasped his hand around Anthony’s bicep. “Hm, and you’ve got some muscle,” He laughed.

Anthony just grinned and flexed in a joking manner, and Matias followed.

“Well, you’ve got more muscle,” Anthony said good-naturedly, “especially with those thighs.”

“You think so?” Matias teased, flexing his thigh and showing off his taut round glutes.

He eyed up Anthony’s ass, well shaped but smaller, and gave it a smack.

“Yours seem pretty firm,” he grinned.

Anthony grinned back and grabbed Matias’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake. As he did the wet slap of Matias’s half-hard cock against his thigh caught Anthony’s attention. Both boys glanced down, noticing the two semi-erections. They paused, Anthony’s hand still on Matias’s shoulder, and took in the sight of their cocks growing. Anthony’s length stretched outwards in a gentle curve, as his head swelled and flushed deeper. Matias’s cock curved upwards towards his stomach, veins rising against the smooth brown skin, and his foreskin slowly slid down to stretch halfway across his glistening head.

Anthony and Matias met each other’s gaze, reading the hunger in their eyes as confirmation. Anthony could feel his heart beating harder, enough to pulse the swollen head of his cock as he continued to stare into Matias’s eyes. His desire sharpened, and surged with challenge when Matias dropped his gaze to take in Anthony’s steel hard length.

“You want my cock.”

Spoken low, the words resonated in the hot humid air between the two boys.

Matias met Anthony’s eyes again with cockiness, but not defiance.

“Yes.”

Anthony stepped into the gap between their showerheads, and leaned back against the sweating tile wall. Matias fit one hand over the gentle bulge of Anthony’s pec, while the other found the lean form of his v-line. The nearness of their naked bodies, radiating heat and youthful energy, made them both shiver. Matias brought his lips to Anthony’s neck, and tasted the salty cleanness of fresh sweat. He traced his lips across the ridge of Anthony’s collarbone, before running the tip of his tongue over Anthony’s pec.

Matias took Anthony’s nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across its hardening form. He tilted his head as he pressed his face into Anthony’s chest, and his nose was shoved into the gap between Anthony’s pec and bicep. The musk that flooded his senses was rich, clean, sweaty, and it made Matias’s cock throb in response.

Anthony felt a trail of thick precum drop onto his foot as he heard Matias’s deep inhale against his side. With a smirk he grabbed the back of Matias’s head, and Anthony brought his hand behind his own head, flexing and exposing his armpit. Anthony pushed Matias’s face into the hair plastered to his skin, and shivered at the tickle of Matias’s warm breath and parted lips.

“Mhh yeah…” Anthony half growled, half laughed under his breath.

Matias groaned in response and pulled his body closer. Now Anthony’s cock was pressed into Matias’s lower stomach, leaking precum into his trail of hair. The pressure on Anthony’s achingly hard shaft made it throb, and when Matias felt that pulse against his stomach he buckled, catching himself by Anthony’s waist.

Anthony looked down into Matias’s deep, hungry eyes, and swelled with conquering satisfaction.

“Get on your knees.”

Matias sank down, his veiny cock jutting from the dense curls between his thick thighs; spread wide at Anthony’s feet. His breath stirred the steamy air against Anthony’s long cock, beaded with humidity, sweat, and precum. The rich musk he had drank in before filled his nose again.

Then Anthony stepped away. He stood behind Matias; still kneeling, shoulders rising with each deep breath.

“Hands and knees.”

Anthony drank in the sight of Matias’s back stretching as he shifted forward, the curve of his ass arching upward, the round cheeks separating to barely expose his dark hole, the balls hanging low in the heat beneath the curve of his hairy taint. Anthony kneeled between Matias’s spread feet.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Anthony spoke in a low controlled voice, despite the rushing blood in his chest, the hot arousal in his stomach, and the throbbing heat of his manhood.

“Yes,” Matias replied without hesitation.

Anthony clapped one hand on Matias’s ass, squeezing the firm round bulge, and ran his thumb along the exposed crevasse. Matias’s tan skin, dripping with water, radiated heat under Anthony’s grip. Anthony grabbed his cock, which throbbed hard enough to send a jolt through his stomach, and guided his swollen head to press against the tightly closed sphincter. He traced his thumb lightly across the opening, with continuous pressure from his cock head.

After a moment, the driving pressure began to part Matias’s opening, and Anthony was able to slide his cock through the tightly gripping hole. The hot, wet, slippery walls pulsed with contractions that enveloped Anthony’s steel hard length as it pushed further.

“You’re fucking stretching me,” Matias shuddered.

“I’m going to drive my cock so deep into you,” Anthony groaned in response.

Anthony’s shaft drove fully into the gripping heat, and his tangle of hair pressed against the top of Matias’s hole. Gripping Matias’s waist, Anthony ground his pelvis into his ass, thighs pressing into thighs, hips driving Matias forward. Anthony drew back until the sphincter closed around the base of his cock head, then drove forward with a full, steady stroke that sent an electric jolt through his body and drew a wild groan from his throat.

Matias moaned as Anthony’s deep strokes rocked his entire body, making his achingly hard cock slap against his stomach. The smack of Anthony’s hips against Matias’s ass echoed off the tiled walls, and the musk of sweat and arousal grew heavier in the steamy air. Time seemed to stretch as Anthony drove his cock into Matias in steady, body-rocking thrusts, pleasure erasing their sense of the world outside of their pounding bodies and panting breaths.

Anthony stretched his body forward across Matias’s back. One arm slung across his shoulder and throat, while the other hand reached under to wrap around Matias’s throbbing cock. Anthony nuzzled his lips into the side of his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin. Anthony continued to rock his hips in deep strokes; the sensation of Matias’s chest heaving under his own, his cock twitching and rocking in Anthony’s hand, the vibration of ragged breaths against his lips, the salty musk in his nose, all stimulated the overwhelming pleasure pulsing from his cock.

“I’m so fucking close to cumming inside you,” Anthony growled under his breath, anticipating Matias’s reaction, reveling in his ability to elicit one.

Matias just whimpered, but Anthony could feel his cock jump in his hand, and felt a hot spurt of precum drip across his knuckles. Anthony began to stroke Matias’s cock in time with the rocking of his body, foreskin sliding smoothly over his dripping, swollen head.

“Anthony…” Matias groaned.

Anthony gasped as Matias’s hole clenched around his throbbing cock with aching force, and felt the ridge of Matias’s cock pulse under his tight grip as cum spurted across the tiles, wave after wave as Matias shuddered and writhed under Anthony’s body. The hot, slippery, pulsating clench around Anthony’s swollen cock drove a surge of ecstasy through his entire body. Dimly he was aware of his toes curling, his arms contracting around Matias’s body, the growl rising in his throat, but his mind was consumed by a roar of pleasure. Cum pulsed through Matias’s hole, Anthony’s long shaft driving the thick spurts to fill the deepest reach of the gripping walls.

Matias buckled to the wet tiles, with Anthony’s body across his, cock still twitching and leaking inside of Matias. The two boys lay in a blissful daze; wet bodies pressed together, radiating heat, the smell of cum in their noses, the sound of panting and rushing water echoing in their ears.

Anthony kissed the side of Matias’s neck.

“This will be the best vacation of my life.”

Theo rolled down the windows of his car, the warm spring air tousling his short blond hair as he drove down the narrow forest road. He had just graduated, journalism, and was looking forward to the first summer with his small-town newscast, a stepping stone to his reporting career. But all that could wait; right now he needed fun, and Maddy’s cottage was the perfect place.

Theo and James had grown up together, and when Maddy joined them in high school they had become an inseparable trio. James and Maddy had gotten together months ago, but Theo didn’t mind. They were too close for awkwardness, he was just excited to see where they would go in life. James was headed to parks and recreation, fitting for his outdoorsy hobbies, and Maddy was using her incredible grades to take the role of process engineer at the local water treatment plant.

Hours after their reunion the three of them were comfortably buzzed, soaking up the smoky warmth of the bonfire. James lounged his lean frame in the dock chair across from Theo, rusty hair catching the glow of the setting sun. Maddy leaned against him, a few inches shorter, with brown hair spilling to her shoulders.

“This really is the perfect place for a night like this, eh?” James said with a content grin.

“It is,” Theo nodded, “It’ll be even better once the lake warms up for swimming.”

“It’s pretty warm this year, we’ll probably be in before too long,” Maddy said.

“See anyone else on the lake try it yet?”

“Nope, but that doesn’t say much, we can’t really see the neighbors from here,” Maddy responded.

“So it’s the perfect place for skinny dipping, huh?” Theo smirked.

Maddy snorted, and James raised his eyebrows.

“Maybe we actually should,” he said slyly.

“Yeah, it might be a little cold for that bud,” Theo laughed.

Maddy smirked and gestured to James; “What, aren’t you curious about whether the carpet matches the drapes?”

Theo laughed, and with a beer induced lack of hesitation replied; “Oh I know they do.”

“Really? How’d you find that out?” Maddy teased.

Theo and James look at each other across the bonfire, ‘what the hell, sure’ written on their faces.

“We’ve jerked off a few times together,” James grinned.

“Drunk,” Theo added, “It’s been a few years.”

Maddy nodded wisely “It’s always good to explore.”

“Absolutely,” James replied with mock seriousness,

“there’s no harm between bros.”

All three burst out laughing, and Theo shifted in his seat as the memories brought a sinking heat down his abdomen. He had never thought of himself as being into guys, certainly not his best friend, but there had been an intensity and release in jerking off with James. The comradery, fraternity, openness was inexplicably freeing. And fun.

“Have you ever done more than jerk off…” Maddy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Theo smirked; “nah, you’re the only one here that’s gotten James all to yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing him a bit,” Maddy teased.

“Well it seems like I’m all set for a good time here, girlfriend on one side, best friend on the other…” James joked.

“That does sound like a pretty good time,” Theo laughed.

Maddy and James looked to each other, eyebrows half raised. Theo watched the silent conversation play out, something like anticipation rising in his stomach. James swung his gaze to Theo’s.

“We’ve had a bit of a conversation before… not really serious, but… would you want to have some fun?”

Theo hesitated. Catching Maddy’s eye, he saw the same commitment that James had, and a new feeling began to overcome his uncertainty.

Maddy smiled confidently. “The three of us have been inseparable forever. I know it might be weird with James and I as a couple now, but we’d never want you to feel separated from us. And… the three of us always have a lot of fun together.”

Theo laughed. His hesitation had come from the breaking of expectations, but now the urge of discovery, to let loose resolves his decision.

“Alright. Let’s have fun.”

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Maddy leads the trio inside, all sharing conspiratorial smirks. As the door to the bedroom closes behind them, James pulls Maddy into a deep kiss. She sinks into his chest, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Theo watches hungrily as their tongues probe and sweep, and he can feel the first hot twitches of his cock against the fabric of his underwear.

Maddy pulls away from James and grabs Theo’s arm. He’s pulled into her kisses, hands finding the curve of her waist as his tongue flicks over hers. James’s arm slung over his shoulder feels out of place at first, but it’s soon forgotten as James begins to run his lips down Maddy’s neck, drawing a light groan that Theo can feel on his own lips.

Again Maddy pulls away, and a mischievous smile lights up her face as she grabs the back of the two boy’s necks. She firmly presses them towards each other, and Theo finds his hands clasped to James’s bicep and waist. The solidity of a man’s frame pressed against Theo’s chest is unfamiliar, but his hunger doesn’t abate as he presses his lips to James’s. When James’s tongue drives into Theo’s mouth he matches the intensity, almost competitively.

Maddy makes a sound of approval as she watches with amusement. She takes her hands off their necks to pull her shirt over her head, then slides out of her jeans. Theo turns from James’s searching lips to drink in the sight of his friend in her underwear, eyes tracing the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips and thighs. Maddy smirks at Theo and James’s appreciative stares, then runs her gaze over the bulges beginning to strain against the front of the boys’ pants.

James pulls his shirt off, and Theo quickly follows, excitedly aware of how Maddy’s eyes flick to his taut torso as his arms stretch above his head. Theo doesn’t go to the gym much, but he knows his body is athletic; fit enough for girls to call him muscular. Beside him James stands tall and lean, built for cardio. He has a light splash of red-brown hair across his chest, and a trail leading down his stomach to pass beneath his waistband. Theo’s own hair is blond and fine, more discernable to touch than sight.

Maddy pulls the waistband of James’s pants and underwear, watching as his cock springs free to slap against his stomach. It’s longer than Theo’s, but he knows from their past explorations that Theo’s cock is thicker. Maddy and James grin as they grab Theo’s waistband together and listen to the satisfying smack of his cock against his stomach.

Under the boys’ hungry gaze Maddy lets her bra fall to the floor, and she arches her back with deliberate care as she slides her panties down her legs. With a teasing grin she saunters to the bed and lays down, thighs parted welcomingly for James and Theo. James crawls between Maddy’s legs and grips her thighs as he lowers his face to her pussy, feeling her shudder his tongue begins to trace her lips.

Theo kneels with spread knees beside Maddy’s head, leaning back on his hands to allow his thick cock to arc over her face. Maddy turns her head, and Theo’s cock twitches at the feeling of her warm breath brushing over his balls. She draws the tip of her tongue around their form, before guiding one to her lips. Theo groans under his breath as Maddy’s lips draw over his testicle, gently sucking and caressing it with her tongue. She draws the other into her mouth, slowly swirling with her tongue. Precum beads at the tip of Theo’s swollen head, before a drop runs down the length to Maddy’s lips.

Maddy’s eyes flash up to Theo’s, tightened in pleasure, and she lets his balls slide out of her mouth, keeping her lips pressed to the base of his cock. She begins to deliberately kiss her way up Theo’s steel hard shaft, tracing the path of his dripping precum. As she reaches the top she flicks her tongue against the underside of his head, eliciting a moan from Theo’s parted lips.

Maddy works her mouth over the thick head of Theo’s cock, drops of precum salty on her tongue. She props herself onto her elbows to get a better angle, and begins to slide her lips down Theo’s length. Inch by inch Theo’s shaft slides through the hot wet walls of her mouth, pressing around his engorged length. Finally Maddy’s nose brushes the blond curls at the base of Theo’s cock, and she begins to draw her lips back up his shaft.

“Fuck, Maddy,” Theo laughs with a shaky breath.

Between her legs James pulls his head up, drawing his tongue from Maddy’s dripping pussy.

“You should man,” he grins.

Maddy nods, smirking. Without a word she flips onto her stomach, then draws her knees up to arch her ass into the air. The boys stand up, James watching Theo’s cock dripping with saliva, and Theo eyeing James’s glistening lips. James lays back with his long legs on either side of Maddy’s head, and Theo kneels behind her. With one hand he kneads her firm round ass, the other wraps around her waist.

Maddy draws her mouth over James’s cock hungrily, without the playful attention she had given Theo’s balls and shaft. Theo pulls his eyes away from the sight of his best friend’s cock disappearing into Maddy’s mouth, and begins to run his finger slowly over the parted slit of her pussy. When Maddy pushes her hips back into Theo’s caressing hand, he wraps his fingers around the thick base of his cock and guides his head to the opening of Maddy’s pussy. The resistance of her tight walls is overcome by the slippery wetness of her pussy and Theo’s steady force, stretching through her in a way that makes Maddy moan around James’s cock.

James groans at the vibration and stretches his hands behind his head. He and Theo make eye contact as Theo begins to fuck Maddy in long, deep thrusts. The boys grin, and Theo nearly laughs at the unexpected casualness of it. It’s strange to see a masculine form stretched naked before him, James’s familiar body stretched taut, sweat beginning to bead in the hair of his thighs and exposed armpits. This strangeness feels surprisingly welcome to Theo, and when he notices his best friend’s eyes tracing his own rocking body, satisfaction spreads warm in his chest.

Theo leans over Maddy’s arched back as his hips continued to thrust, each gripping plunge sending a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. With one hand still on her waist the other stabilizes itself by gripping James’s toned thigh. Theo kisses the side of Maddy’s neck deeply, working his lips across the stretch of smooth skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Theo is only inches away from James’s cock as it slides through Maddy’s mouth, and the slurping sounds of her working her lips down James’s length sends shivers through Theo.

James brings one hand down to Maddy’s face, and entwines his fingers through her loose hair, gently guiding her bobbing head.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum,” he says breathily.

Maddy meets James’s gaze with excited determination, and begins to plunge her mouth even deeper around his long cock. James throws his head back with a grunt, and reaches his other hand to Theo’s head, running his fingers through his hair as Theo kisses Maddy’s neck. Theo feels James’s thigh twitch and tense under his hand, and a second later his hips buck wildly as he shoots streams of cum down Maddy’s open throat.

James whimpers as his throes subside, and he brings his head back to face Theo and Maddy.

“Oh fuck… you need to cum in her,” he says as he

meets Theo’s eyes.

Theo pulls his torso back, and with both hands gripping Maddy’s waist he plunges his thick cock into her pussy. Slapping sounds fill the room as Theo drives up his pace and intensity, and Maddy begins to let out tight moans with each rock of their entwined bodies. She presses her forehead to James’s glistening lower stomach, entirely consumed by unrelenting waves of pleasure pulsing from Theo’s engorged cock stretching and pounding the walls of her pussy.

Theo throws his head back with a gasping groan and rams his hips into Maddy’s pelvis as his cock shoots thick spurts of cum into her, slippery warmth filling her pussy. Theo lets the rushing blood pounding through his ears quiet, then flops down beside his two closest friends to catch his breath.

The three of them exchange exhausted, excited, satisfied looks.

“Glad you let me join.”

Theo rolled down the windows of his car, the warm spring air tousling his short blond hair as he drove down the narrow forest road. He had just graduated, journalism, and was looking forward to the first summer with his small-town newscast, a stepping stone to his reporting career. But all that could wait; right now he needed fun, and Maddy’s cottage was the perfect place.

Theo and James had grown up together, and when Maddy joined them in high school they had become an inseparable trio. James and Maddy had gotten together months ago, but Theo didn’t mind. They were too close for awkwardness, he was just excited to see where they would go in life. James was headed to parks and recreation, fitting for his outdoorsy hobbies, and Maddy was using her incredible grades to take the role of process engineer at the local water treatment plant.

Hours after their reunion the three of them were comfortably buzzed, soaking up the smoky warmth of the bonfire. James lounged his lean frame in the dock chair across from Theo, rusty hair catching the glow of the setting sun. Maddy leaned against him, a few inches shorter, with brown hair spilling to her shoulders.

“This really is the perfect place for a night like this, eh?” James said with a content grin.

“It is,” Theo nodded, “It’ll be even better once the lake warms up for swimming.”

“It’s pretty warm this year, we’ll probably be in before too long,” Maddy said.

“See anyone else on the lake try it yet?”

“Nope, but that doesn’t say much, we can’t really see the neighbors from here,” Maddy responded.

“So it’s the perfect place for skinny dipping, huh?” Theo smirked.

Maddy snorted, and James raised his eyebrows.

“Maybe we actually should,” he said slyly.

“Yeah, it might be a little cold for that bud,” Theo laughed.

Maddy smirked and gestured to James; “What, aren’t you curious about whether the carpet matches the drapes?”

Theo laughed, and with a beer induced lack of hesitation replied; “Oh I know they do.”

“Really? How’d you find that out?” Maddy teased.

Theo and James look at each other across the bonfire, ‘what the hell, sure’ written on their faces.

“We’ve jerked off a few times together,” James grinned.

“Drunk,” Theo added, “It’s been a few years.”

Maddy nodded wisely “It’s always good to explore.”

“Absolutely,” James replied with mock seriousness,

“there’s no harm between bros.”

All three burst out laughing, and Theo shifted in his seat as the memories brought a sinking heat down his abdomen. He had never thought of himself as being into guys, certainly not his best friend, but there had been an intensity and release in jerking off with James. The comradery, fraternity, openness was inexplicably freeing. And fun.

“Have you ever done more than jerk off…” Maddy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Theo smirked; “nah, you’re the only one here that’s gotten James all to yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing him a bit,” Maddy teased.

“Well it seems like I’m all set for a good time here, girlfriend on one side, best friend on the other…” James joked.

“That does sound like a pretty good time,” Theo laughed.

Maddy and James looked to each other, eyebrows half raised. Theo watched the silent conversation play out, something like anticipation rising in his stomach. James swung his gaze to Theo’s.

“We’ve had a bit of a conversation before… not really serious, but… would you want to have some fun?”

Theo hesitated. Catching Maddy’s eye, he saw the same commitment that James had, and a new feeling began to overcome his uncertainty.

Maddy smiled confidently. “The three of us have been inseparable forever. I know it might be weird with James and I as a couple now, but we’d never want you to feel separated from us. And… the three of us always have a lot of fun together.”

Theo laughed. His hesitation had come from the breaking of expectations, but now the urge of discovery, to let loose resolves his decision.

“Alright. Let’s have fun.”

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Maddy leads the trio inside, all sharing conspiratorial smirks. As the door to the bedroom closes behind them, James pulls Maddy into a deep kiss. She sinks into his chest, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Theo watches hungrily as their tongues probe and sweep, and he can feel the first hot twitches of his cock against the fabric of his underwear.

Maddy pulls away from James and grabs Theo’s arm. He’s pulled into her kisses, hands finding the curve of her waist as his tongue flicks over hers. James’s arm slung over his shoulder feels out of place at first, but it’s soon forgotten as James begins to run his lips down Maddy’s neck, drawing a light groan that Theo can feel on his own lips.

Again Maddy pulls away, and a mischievous smile lights up her face as she grabs the back of the two boy’s necks. She firmly presses them towards each other, and Theo finds his hands clasped to James’s bicep and waist. The solidity of a man’s frame pressed against Theo’s chest is unfamiliar, but his hunger doesn’t abate as he presses his lips to James’s. When James’s tongue drives into Theo’s mouth he matches the intensity, almost competitively.

Maddy makes a sound of approval as she watches with amusement. She takes her hands off their necks to pull her shirt over her head, then slides out of her jeans. Theo turns from James’s searching lips to drink in the sight of his friend in her underwear, eyes tracing the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips and thighs. Maddy smirks at Theo and James’s appreciative stares, then runs her gaze over the bulges beginning to strain against the front of the boys’ pants.

James pulls his shirt off, and Theo quickly follows, excitedly aware of how Maddy’s eyes flick to his taut torso as his arms stretch above his head. Theo doesn’t go to the gym much, but he knows his body is athletic; fit enough for girls to call him muscular. Beside him James stands tall and lean, built for cardio. He has a light splash of red-brown hair across his chest, and a trail leading down his stomach to pass beneath his waistband. Theo’s own hair is blond and fine, more discernable to touch than sight.

Maddy pulls the waistband of James’s pants and underwear, watching as his cock springs free to slap against his stomach. It’s longer than Theo’s, but he knows from their past explorations that Theo’s cock is thicker. Maddy and James grin as they grab Theo’s waistband together and listen to the satisfying smack of his cock against his stomach.

Under the boys’ hungry gaze Maddy lets her bra fall to the floor, and she arches her back with deliberate care as she slides her panties down her legs. With a teasing grin she saunters to the bed and lays down, thighs parted welcomingly for James and Theo. James crawls between Maddy’s legs and grips her thighs as he lowers his face to her pussy, feeling her shudder his tongue begins to trace her lips.

Theo kneels with spread knees beside Maddy’s head, leaning back on his hands to allow his thick cock to arc over her face. Maddy turns her head, and Theo’s cock twitches at the feeling of her warm breath brushing over his balls. She draws the tip of her tongue around their form, before guiding one to her lips. Theo groans under his breath as Maddy’s lips draw over his testicle, gently sucking and caressing it with her tongue. She draws the other into her mouth, slowly swirling with her tongue. Precum beads at the tip of Theo’s swollen head, before a drop runs down the length to Maddy’s lips.

Maddy’s eyes flash up to Theo’s, tightened in pleasure, and she lets his balls slide out of her mouth, keeping her lips pressed to the base of his cock. She begins to deliberately kiss her way up Theo’s steel hard shaft, tracing the path of his dripping precum. As she reaches the top she flicks her tongue against the underside of his head, eliciting a moan from Theo’s parted lips.

Maddy works her mouth over the thick head of Theo’s cock, drops of precum salty on her tongue. She props herself onto her elbows to get a better angle, and begins to slide her lips down Theo’s length. Inch by inch Theo’s shaft slides through the hot wet walls of her mouth, pressing around his engorged length. Finally Maddy’s nose brushes the blond curls at the base of Theo’s cock, and she begins to draw her lips back up his shaft.

“Fuck, Maddy,” Theo laughs with a shaky breath.

Between her legs James pulls his head up, drawing his tongue from Maddy’s dripping pussy.

“You should man,” he grins.

Maddy nods, smirking. Without a word she flips onto her stomach, then draws her knees up to arch her ass into the air. The boys stand up, James watching Theo’s cock dripping with saliva, and Theo eyeing James’s glistening lips. James lays back with his long legs on either side of Maddy’s head, and Theo kneels behind her. With one hand he kneads her firm round ass, the other wraps around her waist.

Maddy draws her mouth over James’s cock hungrily, without the playful attention she had given Theo’s balls and shaft. Theo pulls his eyes away from the sight of his best friend’s cock disappearing into Maddy’s mouth, and begins to run his finger slowly over the parted slit of her pussy. When Maddy pushes her hips back into Theo’s caressing hand, he wraps his fingers around the thick base of his cock and guides his head to the opening of Maddy’s pussy. The resistance of her tight walls is overcome by the slippery wetness of her pussy and Theo’s steady force, stretching through her in a way that makes Maddy moan around James’s cock.

James groans at the vibration and stretches his hands behind his head. He and Theo make eye contact as Theo begins to fuck Maddy in long, deep thrusts. The boys grin, and Theo nearly laughs at the unexpected casualness of it. It’s strange to see a masculine form stretched naked before him, James’s familiar body stretched taut, sweat beginning to bead in the hair of his thighs and exposed armpits. This strangeness feels surprisingly welcome to Theo, and when he notices his best friend’s eyes tracing his own rocking body, satisfaction spreads warm in his chest.

Theo leans over Maddy’s arched back as his hips continued to thrust, each gripping plunge sending a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. With one hand still on her waist the other stabilizes itself by gripping James’s toned thigh. Theo kisses the side of Maddy’s neck deeply, working his lips across the stretch of smooth skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Theo is only inches away from James’s cock as it slides through Maddy’s mouth, and the slurping sounds of her working her lips down James’s length sends shivers through Theo.

James brings one hand down to Maddy’s face, and entwines his fingers through her loose hair, gently guiding her bobbing head.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum,” he says breathily.

Maddy meets James’s gaze with excited determination, and begins to plunge her mouth even deeper around his long cock. James throws his head back with a grunt, and reaches his other hand to Theo’s head, running his fingers through his hair as Theo kisses Maddy’s neck. Theo feels James’s thigh twitch and tense under his hand, and a second later his hips buck wildly as he shoots streams of cum down Maddy’s open throat.

James whimpers as his throes subside, and he brings his head back to face Theo and Maddy.

“Oh fuck… you need to cum in her,” he says as he

meets Theo’s eyes.

Theo pulls his torso back, and with both hands gripping Maddy’s waist he plunges his thick cock into her pussy. Slapping sounds fill the room as Theo drives up his pace and intensity, and Maddy begins to let out tight moans with each rock of their entwined bodies. She presses her forehead to James’s glistening lower stomach, entirely consumed by unrelenting waves of pleasure pulsing from Theo’s engorged cock stretching and pounding the walls of her pussy.

Theo throws his head back with a gasping groan and rams his hips into Maddy’s pelvis as his cock shoots thick spurts of cum into her, slippery warmth filling her pussy. Theo lets the rushing blood pounding through his ears quiet, then flops down beside his two closest friends to catch his breath.

The three of them exchange exhausted, excited, satisfied looks.

“Glad you let me join.”