Cowboys in a storm - GYJO

𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 (2)

This episode is NSFW, skip to next if you want the story safe

The two boys are still locked into each other, theirs arms touching each other's body fiercely; Johnny is the first one to tries to undress the other by shoving a hand under his shirt, his cold palm and fingers  touchin Gyro's back up his spine. Gyro shivers, his lust only growing more and more for the boy. Like he wants to prove his needs, he pushes Johnny to the tent's ground strongly. He looks down at him with some kind of naughty smirks, before both his hands grip on the top of Johnny's pants, he slides them down at the same time as his underwear.

Johnny, finding himself getting really turned on:  F-Fuck.

Johnny just lays still, shutting his eyes and curving his back, just waiting for the italian boy to do something. Therefore that italian doesn't wait much time to unzip his pants and undress his hips. That's how the two boys found themselves alone, surrounded by deep woods under a raging storm, both half naked with their tools out.

It all happened so fast, Johnny didn't have time to notice Gyro lubbing himself with a bottle he brought in his bag, he was to busy catching his breath and trying to ease with his painful object of desire. He barely had time to breathe when Gyro spread Johnny's legs wide and thrusted his hips in between. Moans could propably be heard by anyone if they walked by, but it was only the two of them in that tent. This tent was like a sanctuary where a couple was able to finally be as one; where their hands could wander each other's skin and where one could feel the other slowly exploring inside of his sweet body.

Johnny was the one being grinded into, he whimpered softly; it was his first time being penetrated, even more, that was his first time having sex ever. He didn't even think about what was happening, he didn't take all his worries and anxieties in consideration. All that mattered was Gyro's smooth movements, the way his genitals were rubbing so preccisely straight to his pleasure point, the way their hands were clenched together and the way he couldn't help but moan in a way that showed all his weaknesses.

Gyro had never done it with a man before, he just knew precisely how to do it like he was heavily informed. At this momennt he could finally be himself, finally pleasing the one he wants. After the slow pace works out he speeds up, more confident and under less risks of hurting Johnny or burning his walls. But Gyro also finds himself getting weak and moaning in a slightly manlier voice; he already felt close to the edge. He felt disappointed that he was going to come so early already so he gave everything he has to pleasure Johnny, even starting to get rough with his hips and grunting like a stray. His long hair were banging everywhere when he was rocking faster in Johnny. This felt so good for him that he didn't notice Johnny drooling and clenching to the blanket for dear life, with tears of pleasure in his eyes.

Johnny: Ghhh...I...gasp I can't...take it a...gasp any-anymore...

Gyro: y-you can. hahh... I'm..hmff.. almost done.

They kept going for about five to ten good minutes; after that both were beyond what they ever felt before, Gyro was panting and crushing his body on top of Johnny while Johnny still whimpered from after sex pain. But the pleasure was too good... They both had nothing else to say, they were way too awkward to say anything. At the exact moment when their eyes finally meet again, Gyro's flashlight ran out of battery and the tent went pitch black.

Johnny, whispering: I think we should...sleep...

Gyro, mumbling: ...yes, we'll talk tomorrow. He takes a deep breath and rolls over to his side, spooning Johnny and wrapping the blanket around him. Good night.

Johnny: sleep well.