[This is the conclusion of Camping, a hot tryst between Jared and Brant, previously posted. Please note that while it is taken from real events, the story is a fantasy. Please be sure to practice safe in your real life. The names of the characters have been changed to protect their total hotness.]
I had fallen asleep in Brant’s arms, having shared a final kiss before giving out to exhaustion. Our sweat and cum soaked bodies embracing, with arms and legs and dicks entangled. When I awoke, it was still dark, I could hear the crickets chirping, and I must have rolled over because Brant was now spooning my backside. The tent smelled of man sex – an intoxicating aroma of sweat, cum and ass. I felt the warmth of Brant’s breath on my neck. His firm cock softly pressing against my asscheeks. His hand lightly stroking my semi-hard dick. “Mmmmm,” I said to him, “I’m surprised you’re awake.” He replied with, “I’m totally wiped out, but my dick doesn’t seem to care. And apparently, neither does yours. Besides, I had to sleep in the wet spot.” “Lucky you,” I laugh back to him, “what time is it, anyway?” “Like Midnight” “I thought it was like 3 in the morning,” I chuckle. He whispered back, “Now just relax because I’m about to make sweet love to you. You’re not a screamer, are you?” We both laugh. He responds with, “in or out?” I turn my head and kiss him, “you can do anything you want. I’m yours.”
Just then, Brant pulls me closer, his now rock hard cock pressing firmer against my ass reminding me of how big he truly is, his moist lips kissing my ear. He rolls me over onto my back. His tongue probes my lips, circling them lightly, his tongue barely penetrating my mouth, teasing my tongue. As he’s kissing me, he pulls my legs up and back, forcing my hips up and exposing my ass. Brant’s dripping wet cock grinds softly between my hole and my ball sack, pressing my perineum. I press back toward his cock to invite him into me, but his slick head only teases my hole, slathering it with his slick precum. Brant’s hands are holding my arms down; he’s in complete control. I don’t fight him, letting my body relax in surrender. He knows I want him. He kisses me deeper. His cock now presses on my hole. His eyes lock onto mine, penetrating. No more teasing.
I feel the pressure mixed with the pinching of my sphincter muscle being forced open. I push out, and Brant pushes in. He’s in complete control. He’s released my arms, and I fold them around his neck and kiss him deeper and let out an involuntary moan. I can’t help it. I can’t remember the last time I such a large dick invaded my ass. It hurts, but I know I want more. My hands run down his chest, feeling his strength, his contracted abs, his biceps bulging. He pushes again and then he’s in me. But just his mushroom cap and about an inch of his shaft enters me. My body tenses again. My cock responds to full attention as Brant’s cock presses my prostate. Precum is leaking out of me like a faucet, and I feel it pooling in my navel.
Brant could have easily pressed in to the hilt, but he remains in control. I feel him shudder as he controls his powerful body. Then with a slow but unstoppable force, Brant grinds his 8 inch monster into me. I let out a moan, but he shushes me, kissing me again. I relax again, and his pace quickens. He’s not pounding me, but once he hilts me, he begins laying long, deep strokes into me. His lips move from mine. His face buried into the nape of my neck. The combination of his warm breath on my neck, his firm embrace and his controlled thrusts in and out of me puts me into state of erotic bliss. He’s not fucking me. He is truly making love to me. He’s not just using my ass to deposit his load. He is using his whole body to bring us both pleasure, taking his time, letting me feel every inch of him.
I feel like I’m gonna cum. I dare not touch my cock, as I know it will explode, and I don’t want this end. I whisper, “Oh my God, I think I’m gonna cum.” And Brant responds with, “yes, let go, I want to feel your body squeeze out every drop.” I grip him hard, my arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as I try to thrust my cock into his chest. Brant slows his pumping but leaves his cock buried deep, hilting me, his thighs pressing me, his balls resting against my ass, as he softly grinds me. My pace quickens as I begin to hump his slickened chest, my pumping causing his cock to press even deeper into me. I can’t hold on any longer. My first ribbon, a thick white cord, jumps out, landing on Brant’s sweaty chest, and then another smaller ribbon squirts out and lands on my chin. My ass contracts around that thick trunk of a dick. And then he begins to pump me again, and more cum leaks out of me with each thrust, as my cum pools onto my chest.
Brant is now moaning softly in my ear as his pace quickens. I can tell he is no longer in control. He is now panting those short breaths indicating his impending release. My body quivers as it is mauled by his passion. And just when I think Brant is going to fill me with his love, he pulls out, his cock slick with sex. He grabs his thick cock and squeezes with a few short pumps. He arches back and his load explodes out of him. The first ribbon landing on chest. But he sees my mouth open, trying to catch whatever remnants he will spare to me. He climbs up and I clamp my lips around his pulsing cock as he fills my mouth. I swallow his load without a single gag. His body shudders as my lips refuse to release him, as I suck every last drop from him.
Finally, after what seems like an etermity and a gallon of his milk, Brant’s cock starts to soften. I release him, and pulling him down. He lays on top of me and begins to kiss me again, his tongue probing my mouth for any remants. Our body’s once again rest in a sticky embrace. After a few moments, he rolls off and lays next to me. Brant breaks the silence, “I really need to pee.” I chuckle, “me too.” “Let’s rest a few more moments,” he says, “then we’ll head up to the office. It’s closed and my parents are long in bed. We can wash your sheets, which I apologize for soaking.” “Nah, we don’t need to do that. Maybe tomorrow. Besides, I like to sleep in the wet spot.”