You and Me and ...
You and Me and ...
by Buddy9@AOL.com
I woke in the early dawn, to the sound of the wind rustling in the trees. Warm and comfortable under the down, I stretched deeply, and felt my leg slide against yours, getting tickled by the dense, soft hair that covers them. I turned to look at you, watching you lying there in the first rays of light that came gleaming through the window of our tent. You had that secret, satisfied smile you wear when you sleep, the one that always makes me wonder what you are dreaming about, hoping that it's me. I think it is, remembering the times we've had, last night standing out in my mind. I start to get hard just thinking about it. I want more, I always do, but you're so beautiful lying there that I don't want to wake you yet. So I gently ease back the covers, thinking I'll just look at you. You lay there, on your back, exposed in the early morning light and I can't believe how hot you are, or how lucky I am to be with you. I can't help wanting to touch you, so I lean over and trace my finger along your jaw, stroking your heavy morning beard. You stir, not waking, and ease over on your side, facing me. That incredible cock slips into view. Beginning to swell, hardening, it rolls up your thigh. I watch in amazement, like always, at the size and power of this thing. I want it so badly, just to see it makes me leak, so I carefully trace my finger along the underside and watch as it stiffens even more, rolling back against your belly. The head begins to emerge, tender oval sliding out the loosened hood, getting bigger, harder and redder, the first tiny pearl of pre- oozing out and trickling down your shaft. I can't help myself now, I've just got to have this. I lean over and take you in my mouth, gently licking up that sweet trail of pre- on the way. You surge hugely and I hope I can contain this rod. I swallow deeply, clutching you with my lips. I sense you waking and you run your hands through my hair, your cock throbbing even more as you realize what I am up to. I'm so hard I think I might come and you haven't even touched me yet. I hope you will, want you to ... and then you pull me up to your chest. Our cocks mesh, grinding against each other, swelling and sliding in the sticky puddle that gathered on your belly, slipping around in the dense fur that covers it. I want to go back down to your dick, but you pull me up and take me deep into your mouth, swallowing. I pull back, knowing you'll make me come in a few seconds if I don't. You grab my balls to stop me and now I'm sure I'll shoot but you ease off my cock and start licking my nuts, letting them slide on your checks, nestling on each side of your nose as you work them with your tongue. You know I love this, and how. I cant stop you, it feels too good, so I reach behind me, past your monster cock, and grab a handful of your balls. I squeeze hard and you arch up. I ride with you and slide back, straddling your cock. I look down and see it rearing between my legs, huge and full and thick. I grasp it with both hands and stroke it, watching it go up and down, sliding in and out of its skin. I give you that look, the one we have only between us, and you smile and I melt inside. You arch up, and spread a little, it's a ballet we've done many times, and we go smoothly, slick with sweat. I run my hands through that puddle on your stomach, getting a handful of our juices and smear them over my cock. I ease in, feeling the unbelievable tightness, cupping those furry cheeks. Your cock is standing tall, pushing into my navel, leaving a trail of ooze there. I'm in you and feel you. I can't believe this, how every time is like the first, how lucky I am to be with you. I reach down and grab your cock again, clutching it hard, and squeeze your tit hard with my other hand. You grab my ass and pull me in hard and I can't help it, I can't stop, I shoot deep inside. And then you come in massive spurts, arching up between us. It's on my face and chest, mingling in the hair. I collapse in your arms, grasping for breath and we are so close. I think I may never move again and I feel your rod pulsing between us, still oozing and sliding with me across your belly and I slip out of you. I lay on to, in your arms, melting in you, burying my face in your neck. You murmur in my ear and I smile. and we lay there in the glow of each other, not even thinking of moving, not for a while, anyway. We have each other. We are all we need.