full weight press down. Satisfied and exhausted, we lay under the stars kissing and massaging each other until the fire began to die down. The night’s coolness washed over us and we forced ourselves to get up. Only then was I aware of how sticky and dirty we were. Brian had pine needles in his hair and both of us had dirt and cum smeared all over our faces and torsos. I suggested a moonlight swim and soon we were splashing in the lake.

After the refreshing cold of the lake, we dried ourselves by the fire. We gathered our scattered clothes; shook the dirt out of Brian’s now deflowered sleeping bag and went into the tent. Curling up in his arms I fell fast asleep.

Stay tuned for part 4. Will they fuck?

The dawn brought rain. I awoke at first light to the sound of the steady downpour against the taught nylon tent…