Max's straight sub
Part 6
Max hadn't recovered enough to speak, yet.
"Can I ask a favor, Sir?"
Max nodded.
"Could I, um, I mean, er, would you let me taste it? Like your cum, I mean."
Max brought his cum covered hand up to the boy's mouth and let him lick a glob off. The boy reached his tongue out seeking more. Max let him lick his hand clean. Without a word, Max set to reattaching the cock cage on Sam's rapidly deflating dick, leaving his own cum coated all over the boy's junk.
"That was really hot, Sir. Thank you. I've never done anything like that before."
"Like what?"
"Any of it. I've never seen a guy stroke off or cum except in porn. You're the only guy who has ever touched me down there. And I've never pulled on my balls before. I didn't know I could cum that way."
"That WAS impressive, boy!" Max found Sam's running shorts and used them to wipe up the cum running over the sleepsack. "What about tasting my cum?"
"That too, Sir." Sam was blushing.
"Hadn't you ever been curious and tasted your own after you shot?"
"Curious, yes. But never actually did it. Could you let me out of this thing I need to pee." Sam was starting to squirm.
Max helped Sam out of the sleepsack. He was covered in sweat and suddenly chilled in the cold morning air. Both men stepped outside, fully naked and barefoot, finding a nearby tree to pee on, side by side. Sam gently reached over, taking Max's larger cock into his own hand and turning the stream onto his own sweaty body. The cock thickened and grew as Sam pulled the foreskin back and forth. Max pulled Sam in tightly against him, Sam didn't struggle. In fact, Sam used his free hand to pull Max's face to his own and kissed the older man deeply.
"Another first, Sir."
The guys when back into the tent, huddled together--in part for warmth, but mostly for human contact.
The guys pulled on running shorts (Sam's had, of course, just been used as a cumrag) for their morning exercises, taking a shirtless run around the campground and nearby lake. At the far end of their run, Max led them in a body weight routine.
After returning to camp, the guys grabbed towels, a toiletry kit, and a stack of quarters and headed to the campground's shower facility.
The shower building was built on the backside of a public restroom. There was a trough urinal, one sink without any mirror, and two toilet stalls in the men's restroom and one had to walk around the other side of the building to reach the three coin operated shower heads along one wall in the open room. The facility was rather run down and only one toilet stall had a door. Neither had toilet paper. The shower room had no modesty panels between the the showers.
Max headed to the closed toilet stall to shit, leaving Sam wondering whether he should wait or use the toilet that offered no privacy. He hesitated for a few moments before deciding to sit on the cold toilet. Sure enough, while they did their business, other campers headed to the bathroom to use the urinal and brush their teeth. An line formed of men and boys waiting to use the sink to brush their teeth. Sam made awkward eye contact with a few of the guys and nodded good morning. Max passed a roll of toilet paper under the stall wall and, despite being on full display to a room of men, Sam wiped and flushed before he pulled up his shorts and joined Max to go outside.
Gone was the shame and embarrassment of showing his body in front of others. When the two guys entered the shower room, two guys--one middle aged and one teenaged, perhaps a father and son--were bathing. Both wore their underwear- the older one in boxers, the younger in white boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.
Sam asked his Sir whether they should wait or start showering right away, earnestly wondering which would make Max more comfortable. Max answered by starting to pull off his shoes. Sam stripped quickly and was almost instantaneously standing in nothing but his collar and chastity cage between the two strangers, waiting for Max to provide quarters and soap.
The father and son quickly finished rinsing the soap from their bodies as Sam snuck glances at both men's bodies, silently trying to size up how big he thought the guys' dicks were and whether their cum tasted like Max's. The strangers left quickly.
Max and Sam decided to share one showerhead so they could save precious quarters. They soaped up and helped each other scrub and rinse. Sam paid special attention to Max's dick.
"I've never seen an uncut one before. My roommates, my brother, my dad, and I were all circumcised." Sam confessed. Max allowed him to explore as much as he wanted.
After their shower, the guys made and ate lunch, took another hike around the lake, built another campfire, and had dinner. They spent much of the evening cuddled up together under a blanket. Sam spent a second night in the sleepsack and the two did a quicker than usual workout before packing up. Another shit and shower at the camp facilities was less crowded than the first day. The two made the drive home, this time with Sam dressed and unrestrained.
Back at the apartment, Sam collected his things to head home, but before he left, asked for a hug from his Sir. Sam kissed Max deeply again. Max kissed back. The two necked on the sofa for an hour before Max finally sent Sam out the door. Sam was visibly disappointed when his collar was removed.