I leaned up sitting on my feet again, and he opened his eyes to look at me. “Y’alright?” I asked. He nodded in the affirmative and gave me his ‘fuck me’ eyes. Of course I would abide. I looked over his Adonis body again, my eyes landing on his puckering ass hole. I released his cock from my grip and spread his legs farther apart. I positioned myself over him, stopping for a quick moment to kiss him, and suck his nipple. Then I reached down and tilted my cock downwards towards its home. It was then that I realized how hard I was. All this concentration on him and his cock had made me forget about my own. It was still aching from my need to pee. I put my full grip around my own shaft and surprised myself. Was I just as hard as he was, this whole time? It was probably the hardest I’d ever felt myself too. I quickly grabbed his again as well, and smiled at him in amazement. He had moved his hands by now to hold his legs open, but moved his right hand to feel my dick. He smiled back, and put a firm clutch on it squeezing a few times. Then he reversed his grip, holding the top of my solid member with his thumb, and pressed it down towards his balls. I had gotten lost again and forgot what I was doing, but Chris was showing me the way. “Fuck me” he whispered. I snapped back into lust with him, and concentrated on positioning my tip at his entrance. It was still slick from the night before, when we’d gone at it 4 times and I’d drank about a gallon of his cum by the campfire. That’s generally how our sex goes. He likes to take it, and I like to eat it, all of it, his and mine. That’s not to say I don’t love the feeling of his bulk inside me, I just like the taste of our juices more. He seriously has an ass that won’t quit though, and he was ready, and begging for me to be inside him again.
As the engorged head of my dick popped in, I felt it straining to bend down. It wanted to stand at attention, so I leaned down over him, easing the tension. Our lips met and I kissed him deeply again as I penetrated him with my solid shaft. I eased in slowly, letting him feel every bit of my rock hard 7 inches, finally settling when I was in him to the hilt. Our mouths separated and he let out a cry of pleasure in my ear as he pulled my head down past his shoulder. I buried my face in his skin as I slowly withdrew my cock from him, pausing, and then slipping back in again all the way. I repeated a few times, very slowly and attentively, so we could both enjoy the sensation of my hard shaft gliding in his welcoming hole. I gained a little momentum and started fucking him faster. He began to pant in my ear, telling me he loved it, asking for more. I pushed myself up, planking over top of him and our chests came apart. The cool air rushed between us and I saw his nipples tweak again. I bent down to put my hot mouth on one of them and continued to pump my cock into him. I writhed my hips now in a fluid but powerful motion, doing my best to get the angle right in his tight, wet ass. I must have been doing something right because it wasn’t long before he had his eyes shut tight and his mouth wide open. He was getting close, I could see it, and then he started his ritual of begging. It was kind of a thing he did now, every time he was going to cum he wanted it as hard as I could give it, and this time was no exception. “Oh Fuck!” he whispered. “Yes! Harder.” He said louder. “Fuck! Come on! More!” he said, panting between words. “Fuck me Rick. Fuck me hard!” he begged. I obeyed.
I pushed myself up to sitting position, and grabbed hold of his legs, pressing forward so his knees touched his chest and then I did as he asked. I bucked my hips fast now, pumping in and out of him with fury, making sure to push my entire length into him with each thrust. His back started coming up off the sleeping bag as I fucked him wildly. He braced himself with both arms, and began to grunt in pleasure and likely also pain. His face contorted a bit and he winced as I gored him with my rock solid shaft over and over in a blur. He was still begging. Still asking for more. Louder now, and with uneven breath. “Fuck yes!” he blurted out. “Fuck, Rick don’t stop!” he continued between gasps. “Oh my god! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” He repeated as his ecstasy grew to a climax. And with that his big, thick, heavy cock lashed a cord of hot cum out onto his chest. I drove my 7 inches into him as hard as I could and held it there firm, while he orgasmed and roared into the wilderness. His unbreakable cock erupted stream after stream of cum onto his body, reaching as far as his neck. I just kept leaning into him, watching, awe struck until it was over. His thick pearly white jizz looked delicious and pure all over his abs and resting atop the hairs on his chest. The last of his gooey cum oozed from his tip, and I eased his legs down a bit. Staring down at all that warm, lovely juice on him, I could actually see a hint of steam in the crisp morning air. I took hold of his dick and gave it a good squeeze, moving my hand upwards towards the head. He was still solid, and I wanted to make sure he was satisfied so I pumped it a few times, extracting the last of his nectar, being sure to catch the dribbles with my finger so I could have a taste.
He was panting hard, catching his breath, coming down off his orgasm. As I released his dick, grazing my fingers across his balls, I realized my cock was still in him to the hilt, and it was really throbbing now. I’d been concentrating on his pleasure and so enraptured by his ecstasy that I’d forgotten yet again about my own relief. I started thrusting again, but slowly like before. He opened his eyes and stared at me, then looked down past the mess he’d made to my big dick piercing his hole. For some reason he had a somewhat worried look on his face, and I noticed him still wincing as I continued to fuck him gently. It can’t really hurt, I thought. I was just fucking him hard, this is nothing compared to that. I looked at him with a “Is this okay” kind of expression, and he closed his eyes and smiled. I guess that’s a yes. So I continued, and tried to get myself there quickly, staring intently now down at my shaft as it glided in and out of him; always my favourite view. I put one of my hands on his balls, to warm them, and grabbed his dick with the other. That’s when it hit me. His cock was still hard, still rock hard. Never before had he cum and stayed hard like this, not in all the times we’d had sex. I realized he was having the same issue I was when I’d woken up. He was feeling the same aching that I too required relief from. He has to piss, desperately.
I held his shaft firmly and leaned myself down over him again. “Hey.” I whispered. “It’s okay, I get it.” I explained. “Just let it go.”
His eyes flew open, and he immediately shook his head no. “Why not?” I asked quietly. “Look around. It won’t matter. Just do it, you’ll feel better.” I pleaded. He looked at me again with an expression that asked me if I was sure. I nodded affirmative. He pulled my head down to his shoulder again and he let out a relieving sigh. Then I felt it, first coursing up his shaft, then between us. His hot flow actually felt great on my stomach. Oddly, I wanted to see it, so I impulsively separated from him which I think made him nervous at first. But he must have seen my big beaming smile because he just closed his eyes and sighed again, longer and satisfyingly. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by his golden shower. It started washing away all the cum off his body. I was still holding his shaft, steering, guiding the stream. I let it pour out onto him, actually quite forceful now, splashing up near his chin, which he had reared up and away. It was soaking his chest fur and was steaming like a pot of boiling water in the cool morning air. Somehow, I was insanely turned on by the sight and feeling of all this and felt my balls tighten and burn. I leaned back again and continued to grind in and out of his ass while he let all his urine go. It didn’t take long now, I’d reached my peak.