SCOUT DAMIEN Chapter 3 – Weathering The Storm

I pushed his underpants down and got my big fat tongue working on his butt; teasing and tantalizing him while the thunder ricocheted around the forest. I left him gasping and whimpering in a state of pure sexual ecstasy, his sweet hole twitching for my big dirty dick.
By the time I was ready to fuck him, our bodies were glistening with sweat. It was the kind of sweat which only comes in the middle of a hot, wet night when two bodies are on fire and desperate to become one.

I pulled him up onto all fours and squatted behind him, lining my raw, pre-cum-coated cock against his hole before pushing myself inside. He squeaked and gasped as I started to penetrate him. It was a satisfying noise; one which told me that the experience was right on the edge of pleasurable, and that he was experiencing the very best kind of pain.

The noises of absolute pleasure that we were both making were entirely drowned out by the storm outside. Every clap and bolt of thunder turned me on just that little bit more. I rolled him onto his side and continued to rut, thrusting into him, impressed that he could take it so hard.