I sat up, and with our legs wrapped around each other, hard-on to hard-on, we let our kiss linger. His lips against mine felt warm and soft, yet unlike those of any girl I’d kissed. They were stronger and more natural, not small and greasy. For a moment we paused, and then Brian opened his mouth just a bit and really kissed me. I put my hands to the back of his head and let it happen. It was a defining moment, even more than sucking each other off. It meant more than anything purely sexual, more than just a good time. It meant that we had deep feelings for each other and that we were falling down the next step. While he kissed me, I thought about this morning when he held me in his arms and lulled me back to sleep. I thought about his sudden provocative behavior on the portage, the irony of his acting on what I’d been repressing. And I thought about how incredibly sexy he was.

I let my kisses slide from his mouth, down the soft stubble on his chin to the nape of his smooth slender neck. My hands caressed his back and then went for glory. I put a hand down the front of each of our shorts and pulled our hard cocks out. We were so close that I could jack them side by side in a double fist. My kisses wandered further down Brian’s chest and I took a hard nipple in my mouth. He moaned as I stroked us as one.

He spoke first. “I’m getting really close to cumming in your face if you don’t slow down a little bit,” he panted. I took my hands off of our equipment and scooted back on my ass enough to put a little space between us.

Looking at him all worked up, his hair poking out in all directions with his big dick poking over the waistband of his Fruit-Of-The-Looms made me even hotter. I took hold of my own red hot meat and pointed it at him. Looking him straight in the eye, I started jacking myself off, first slowly, but gathering speed. My back arched and my hips thrust up against my tight fist. Brian peeled his shorts off and put on a show for me. He licked his finger and put it to his leaking pee-hole, smearing the slickness over the head, then he put the same finger back in his mouth, tasting the pre-cum.

“I want to watch you cum, OK?” he asked.

I was on the verge so I said, “Get ready, ‘cause I’m gonna go off like a cannon in about thirty seconds.”

Then he shocked me by saying, “I want you to cum on me so I can jack off with it.” He sat back and spread his legs and I knelt in front of him, my leaking gun above his aiming for his chest. He took his throbbing meat in both hands and began to match my pace.

The first drops pressed thickly out and fell haphazardly on his stomach, and then a more powerful jet blasted him right in the center of the chest, followed by another and another.

“Ahhh….Ahhhhh…Ahhhhh!!!!” I moaned as my orgasm peaked. I aimed at his face and landed one squarely on his chin. As my climax waned, and I shook in