Tent Tales By The Firelight | ✓

6

TAY FROZE.

“I want to see you,” New said. “Is that okay?”

Though Tay's expression was obscured with darkness, his nod was clear.

New turned the phone torch on and saw the way his pants had been dragged down to his knees, the way his cock stood erect. Then there was Tay who looked like an absolute wreck. His cheeks were flushed, his lips pink and swollen and glistening with something, saliva, or pre-come, or both.

“Can I continue?” Tay's voice was husky, which made New wonder how hard sucking him off had been on his mouth.

“Please,” New said, and Tay lowered his head. He wrapped one hand around the base of New's dick, and as his eyes flicked up to meet New's, he tapped the head against his open lips.

“Haa…” New breathed.

He couldn’t say anything as he watched Tay spread his lips and once again take all of him inside his mouth. As he bobbed his head, he grabbed New's hips and held on tight. His eyes were closed, brow slightly creased in concentration.

“Look at me,” New pleaded.

Tay looked up at him, eyes molten with lust, and New's dick twitched. He’d always known Tay was good looking, but right then he looked gorgeous.

“Teh,” he whimpered. “I’m—oh, fuck. I’m—I’m going to come.”

He was panting now, like he was running a marathon instead of lying down, receiving the best blow job of his life. Tay showed no signs of slowing down.

“Teh,” he warned. “I’m—”

With a gasp, he felt his dick pulsate and shoot into Tay's throat. If Tay reacted, it was only to tighten his lips around New's length while he continued to slurp on him frantically. All New could do was tremble as he came into Tay's mouth. After he was done, Tay lapped at the slit as if making sure he got every last drop.

New watched through half-closed eyes as Tay sat up on his knees, his tall, strong body looming over New, and licked his lips. Even though New had just finished, his dick still twitched at the bulge in Tay's pants.

Tay was hard. From sucking New's dick.

Tay pushed one hand down the front of his pants and gripped himself, letting out a long, low moan. His fist started stroking, but New couldn’t see anything with the pajamas in the way.

“Let me see,” New said, not for the first time that camping trip. Hadn’t Tay learned by now? New wanted to see everything.

Tay paused.

“Please,” New said.

And so Tay shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, giving New a perfect view of his muscled thighs and erect manhood.

It didn’t take long for Tay's hand to falter and his breaths faster and heavy. New knew Tay could last a long time—last night, he lasted longer than New—but something about tonight had already pushed him to the edge.

New grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, past his abs and chest, all the way to his collarbone.

“Come on me,” he said.

Tay's eyes went dark, but he turned his head to the side, pressing one cheek against his shoulder. “I can’t.”

“You can,” New said, curving his neck, stretching his body out like he was a meal to be devoured. “You know you want to.”

Tay pressed his lips together and moaned as he thrusted into his tight fist.

“Teh,” New murmured, voice low and sensual. He was deep in the haze of lust with one goal and one goal only: helping Tay finish; making Tay feel as good as he had made New.