“Let me get us both off, baby boy,” he said, nibbling on my neck, causing my brain to explode like a supernova.
He brought a hand around my waist and added gentle pressure to my stomach as he pulled me back against him, moving his cock between my legs as he ground into me. Drew stroked my cock while our bodies moved as one.
Drew’s thick shaft slid between my soapy cheeks and under my balls as he pumped, increasing the speed. “This feels so amazing. I’m getting close,” I warned.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. So fucking sexy,” he said repeatedly. He buried his mouth into my neck, kissing, nipping, biting.
I moved my ass back and met his thrusts between my legs, tightening them as he fucked my soapy crack. “I’m going to shoot,” he hissed, lifting me off the floor while he jerked me and held me in his arm. “Fuck! I can’t fucking last a second longer.” He was frighteningly strong as he manhandled me like a rag doll, and I loved every second of it. I could only imagine being under his powerful hold as we made love, his cock buried in me.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” I cried, my orgasm blasting out of my dick. He kept stroking it while he drove his dick between my legs. “Drew!” I yelled.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he shouted, pumping one last time. He trembled when he shot his load between my legs. “Fucking-A, baby. Holy shit.” His hands moved to my hips and he held me in place. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I lost control. Did I hurt you?”
“No, of course not,” I said. “I loved it.”
We stood in the middle of the small space.
“Do you regret it?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.
“Not at all,” he answered. “Do you?”
“Never.” I removed his hand from my hips and turned around, looking up at his chiseled face.
“What do I do now?” he asked.
“You do nothing,” I said, taking a bit of control. “I’ll suds you up and then we can rinse off over there.” I held his hand and led him to the river’s edge.
Drew stood still while I soaped his back. He was lost in thoughts.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.” We waded into the cool water, and he brought me to his side, scooping me into his arms when the water became deeper. I couldn’t touch the bottom any longer so I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’m in trouble,” he said, nuzzling into my neck. “Big, big, trouble.”
I think I understood what he meant and stared straight ahead, my chin on his broad shoulder. I gazed behind us and into the dark woods beyond our camp. He was facing the open water and the opposite direction. Were our positions a metaphor for our reality?
CHAPTER TEN: DREW
Day Thirty-Five
Erik snuggled against my chest, snoring under the foil survival blanket that came in the first-aid kit. It wasn’t the best for keeping us warm, but the incredibly thin material provided enough protection from chilled nights.
I wasn’t cold, but with Erik’s weight loss, his tolerance to cool temperatures had been nonexistent. And as soon as the handheld cameras were turned off at night, we dropped all pretense and clung to each other like a couple of teenagers. Everything with Erik was a new experience to me, and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him.
Being with Erik came with a price. I thought about my situation and knew that whatever decision we made would affect everything in my life. If I chose to be with him, I’d risked losing everything I’d built. If I remained in the closet, I’d lose him.
Erik stirred and clung to me tighter, one hand over my chest and the other searching for my free hand. He shivered, his teeth chattering. Lately, I’d been concerned about his fitness and overall health. We couldn’t get enough nutrition from our very limited food supply. I feared that if we continued to lose more weight, we would be forced to tap out.
“I’m hungry,” he said, crawling on top of me for warmth. I reached around him and cupped his amazing ass in my hands and pulled him against me. “Mmmm,” he sighed, feeling my growing cock between us. “Maybe I’ll feed on that.”
“Why don’t you just do that,” I said, moving my hand to the top of his and pushing him toward my now-erect cock. “You’re so damn good at it, baby,” I added.
Erik slid down my body, kissing my chest and abs on his way. Thank God he’d brought soap because there was no way after more than a month in the wilderness that we could be clean otherwise. The addition of his lotion had also been a wonderful thing. Neither had a damn thing to do with survival, but it sure helped the boredom of sitting around freezing to death.
He slid between my legs and pulled my cock upright as he slowly brought his mouth over the tip, slowly dragging his tongue over my shaft as he began to take every inch of me. Erik was a master cock sucker and I never asked where he learned the skill. I guessed being the benefactor of such a glorious talent far outweighed knowing how he’d acquired it. I pushed the back of his head and lifted my hips up, forcing my cock into the back of his throat. He didn’t have a gag reflex. Lucky me.
“Fuck, baby. That feels insane,” I moaned, holding the sides of his head in my hands, pumping into his waiting mouth. “Grab my nuts,” I growled. “Jesus, you’re good at that.”
