Close Shave

Greg sat leaning forward, legs stretched out in front of
him, facing the center of the picnic table. His ass hung
over the edge of the table far enough to give me access to
his sappy fuckhole.

Coming around to the end of the table I wrapped my arms
around Greg’s broad shoulders and gently pinched his taut
nipples. “Fuck me,” he gasped. “I need you so bad I can’t
stand it.”

I wasted no time in putting on the condom Greg supplied.
Christ, my cock was like a steel peg; eight inches of
engorged fuck muscle hammering with anticipation.

The head of my cock penetrated Greg’s gaping butt cheeks
like a heat seeking missile homing in on its target. Neither
of us breathed as the helmet shaped crest of my organ
breached his spastic pucker. The snugness with which his
slick, hot rectum embraced my invading cock was phenomenal,
causing me to shiver with ruttish pleasure.

Greg moaned softly, painfully, as the full length of my
organ plowed into his bowel. The sweltering heat gloving my
cock spread through me like a wildfire. Every muscle in my
body was suddenly ablaze. The all consuming fervidness
brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

My hands slid under him to palm his over hanging ass and
to toy with his dangling nuts. His big bangers were as
swollen as mine, stewing in a succulent broth of pent up
jism. Neither of us were going to be able to hold back the
inevitable forces of nature for very long. The pleasure we
gave one another was just too intense.

Greg leaned further forward, allowing my cock to sink
deeper into him. “Give it to me, “ he panted. “Fuck me
good.”

Thrusting hips was the driving force of our passion.
Humping with primeval savagery, I stared up at the dark, star
speckled sky, but in my minds eye I saw only Greg. I
marveled only at the memory imposed image of his hairless
body. The hunger I felt for him was unlike any I’d ever felt
for any other man. I wanted to devour him. Wanted to screw
his ass, suck his cock, and chew his creamy skinned balls
until we were both completely exhausted.

Holding Greg around his slender waist, I pulled him back
off the table, dislodging my bony pecker from his gummy
asshole. Again I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it
down my throat. He cum almost immediately, showering my neck
and shoulders with a torrential load of man juice.

Before Greg had recovered fully from his orgasm I spun
him around and jammed my cock back up his ass. His squeezing
ass muscle clamped a hold of my rod like a vise.

“Yeah, fuck me some more,” Greg panted, still beating
his slick, cum soaked meat. “Shoot your load up my ass.”

I fucked him. Fucked him hard and deep. Fucked him
until my desire to cum became a feverish madness.

When I finally gave in and allowed a rush of climactic
splendor to wash through my body, the bliss of ejaculation
was so powerful it nearly overwhelmed me. As my pent up
flood of semen gushed from my seizing pisstube I had to bite
down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.

Still numb with manly reward, I let my cock slither from
Greg’s tortured fuckhole. He immediately turned and shot a
second wad of sticky jism across my belly.

Covered with sweat and cum, we picked up our shorts and
walked naked through the deserted campground to the showers.

“No one has ever fucked me like that before,” said Greg.
“I hope we get a chance to do it again.”

I looked down at his shaved groin and my cock started
getting hard. I looked up at Greg and smiled. When his
velvety cock began to swell I knew he had read my mind. The
night was still young, and so were we.