Patrick licked his lips as he peered through the spyglasses, watching his friend from the top of the playground set in which he was camping out in. Stephen has a special park that he takes his boyfriend to pretty much every Friday. They usually play around and goof off at the tables, smoke, swing, and just do whatever. Everything about Stephen was perfect in his eyes. Patrick loved watching the way Stephen's muscles tore at his thin shirt and jeans, slowly bursting their way out as they made thin spots in the fabric of his already thin t-shirt.
Although Patrick loved his looks, it was far more than his physical looks that brought Patrick to spy on his friend. Stephen walked with his head held high and his shoulders square and broad. One didn't need to see him undressed to know he was hung like a prize bull. Stephen was a total badass, and he knew it; nothing scared him. And it wasn't that fake-bravado kind of badassery that your average highschool-aged guy might have. Regardless of this, he rarely got into real arguments or fights – and yet everyone gave him the respect he deserved. However, Stephen's friendly, silly disposition hid a secret only his lovers knew. He was an absolute, wild beast in the sack.
As Patrick watched, Stephen and his boyfriend tramped away, heading into the woods. Patrick knew why his friend was going far from park – he didn't want anyone to hear the screams. Patrick slowly trailed after, keeping distance for fear of being discovered.
Stephen grunted as he wrapped his arms around his more fragile boyfriend and tossed him to the ground. He liked it rough ... actually, his boyfriend craved it insanely. In the youth's strapping arms, his partner felt extremely light. Stephen didn't like to admit it, but he was a little nervous about roughing him up. Stephen grabbed his boyfriend's jeans and shook them out, sending the smaller boy flopping on the leaf litter as Stephen stripped his companion. Next, he pulled up the submissive boy's top, letting his chest show. The smaller boy inhaled at the cold air, receiving a smirk from his significant other. He then whipped off his own shirt, mounting his boy and pinning him. He spanked him over the bare butt, making his partner grow harder and harder as he shrieked and wriggled beneath him. Stephen started to swell as well, pulsing rapidly with his rising heartbeat. Stephen undid his zipper, his equipment exploding from its restraints. His bloated nuts fell, like overripe fruit plummeting from a tree. They slammed onto his boy's ass with a loud "SPLAT", then lay there, the thick, fat cords pulsating with their fullness.
The younger boy gasped as he felt Stephen in his backside; the feeling foreshadowed all the unbearably delicious things to come... The younger one could feel his thighs shaking as his precum started to ooze out. Stephen roughly turned his boytoy's mouth around and fiercely attacked it. He felt around, and then roughly took hold of his lover's bottom lip. He licked and bit and pulled at it until the smaller boy began to squirm reflexively. Stephen pulled out and quickly spun his partner around, easily pinning his pal in place. He then started gently and slowly stroke his companion, looking him straight in the eyes doing so, who whines in response.
"What... you want more than just a little rub?" Stephen's right eyebrow lowers. His boyfriend groaned and helplessly nodded. Stephen chuckled as he pushed both of them to a tree, and turned him around again, almost crushing the younger boy between him and the tree. The younger boy whimpers in utter defeat, his teeth tightly clenched. No escape. Stephen gave a throaty grunt as his true torture session began. The master slithered forth, wrapping around his victim and shrouding his naked, moist flesh in his warm grip. Stephen kisses and suckles at his lover's back, occasionally giving him a fierce bite. It's not long before his companion's knees give in as he explodes.
Stephen at last releases him. The younger boy felt numb with pleasure, as if his will to resist has been burnt to nothing. Stephen grabs his boyfriend's hair. The poor submissive animal found himself staring the beast in the eye. The perfectly formed, rock-hard manliness. It's like a tower, the boy thinks to himself. And upon the tower sits the older boy's head; a plump king, wrapped in his soft, royal robes. It smells of freshness and soap from his morning shower. The boy grasps the tower in his hand and pulls it into his mouth, filling his cheeks and forcing his jaws wide. Stephen holds him by the hair and curses under his breath, thrusting his hips and plundering his boyfriend's throat.
Stephen glanced up and gave an irritated snort. Patrick had been spotted. Realizing that his friend knew of his presence, Patrick came out of hiding and approached the couple. Stephen gave his good friend a serious look, but still said nothing.
Patrick silently began peeling off his clothes, dropping them to the side. 'Well, he didn't say go away...' He thought to himself. Before he knew it, Patrick was whimpering as well, now suffering all the punishment that Stephen's boyfriend previously went through. At last, Stephen lowers Patrick to kneel between his thighs, alongside his boyfriend. The two submissives kiss and suck on their dominant male, Patrick pleasing himself while doing so.
Stephen roughly seizes Patrick and mounts him, Patrick groaning as the thickness plunges deep into him. Stephen arches his hips, looking up to the sky which is now almost speckled with stars. It's only moments before Stephen finishes, Patrick soon after. Patrick rolls over a little and sighs. Stephen and looks over at his boyfriend, who is passed out next to them. Stephen chuckles at the mess he's made of his two little ones. Patrick looks over at Stephen and widens his eyes at sudden realization of what truly just happened.
Stephen couldn't help but laugh at his friend's reaction to the situation. He smiled, then opened his mouth to say something, but wasn't sure how word it.
Patrick chuckled. "So uh... same time next week?"
