Campfires And Stars

Despite a rock to the windshield the road has been good to me.The weekend was spent boating and having crazy fun on the lake, a few attempts to wake board (I have never been one not to try– but alas my ass never got up), but I did have lots of fun being pulled at high speed on a tube. I am exhausted, battered, bruised, my arms feel like they were nearly pulled from their sockets, bug bitten, and sun weathered– but completely enjoyed myself and the company.

The night lead to a campfire and a skyline of stars one can only witness in the middle of nowhere.  Lighting storms around our parameter danced and illuminated the clouds around us, the milky-way in all it's glory- shooting and falling burst of starlight, campfire talk, passing the bottle around, no cell phones, just the darkness and weight of the sky consumed us.

As the night grew, people drifted away, falling off to their tents being lulled to sleep by beer and the sounds of the water licking the shore. Soon seven turned to two. We sat stoking the fire, watching the flame surround the the embers on the few logs left in the pit, acknowledging the magnificence of the universe that blanketed us with stars.

Every so often we would stand, warming the back sides of our bodies in the fire, pulling our pants below our asses to feel the heat directly on the skin. After one of these moments I sat back into the chair, but you did not. Your body standing close to me, too close. In my mind I thought, why the fuck is he standing so close to me, then it hits me– oh I bet he thinks he is going to slide his cock into my mouth. Of course why shouldn't he think that- it is not an out of the ordinary event for me suck cock.

However I had best intentions not to, you are a friend of two of my best friends, who hate it when I fuck around with you.

Halfheartedly I attempt to explain why we should not fuck around, but already– despite my knowledge that I shouldn't, that we should just refrain– all of sudden I want cock. That feeling of want consumes all thought of what I should and should not do. Rising to meet you, turning my back to your body so my ass cheeks could feel if your cock was hard or not. Yes it was, and in that moment everything else clicked off and I became consumed with the thought of knowing this cock again.

At your request I sit back down. Your cock right at face level, my hands quickly find your thickness. Thicker than I remembered. I began to scan in my mind the last time I had your cock in my mouth, I could not remember if you were cut or uncut– then I thought– well, there is only one way to find out.

Pulling your cock and balls out of the top of your swim trunks, I am again taken back with just how thick you are– drifting into how you would feel spreading me open. Those are the the thoughts that completely put me in a "one-track mind" state of being. The need to have you in my mouth, the want to make you cum becomes all consuming.

My hands wrap around your shaft as my lips begin to kiss the tip, licking and circling with my tongue. Despite the fact we had been swimming in the lake all day, your cock does not taste like it, it's good– it made me even more hungry and needy for it– a feeling I both love and hate.

As one hand cups your balls, the other strokes the girth of your now solid cock, my lips sinking around the your head. I am hungry, but not eager. I could make you cum, but I am not ready and though I was not bobbing on your cock, I still take it down a notch, slowing my lick, dropping you down my throat and keeping you there, lingering my way back up.

Drifting down the back side with my lips to meet your balls and then I fill my mouth– my hand works your trunk.  I know you will cum soon, I can feel it, I can taste it. Firming the grip I have on your testicles, I work my lips, my tongue and I can feel your cum rise. Almost unsure your hand lands on the back of my head, an attempt to guide a girl that is already there– then your cum fill my mouth. I savor it, keeping your cock in me, draining every last drop.

You walk me to my tent and we part ways, until the next time.

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