still dripping like a leaky faucet. Brian’s tongue action on my taint felt soooo good. Then something happened that has never happened before. I came again within moments of the last, without my cock even being touched. This climax wasn’t centered on my cock. It flowed throughout my entire body. Every nerve ending was connected to his tongue and I cried out his name.

“Oh, Brian! That feels so fucking good! I’m cumming, don’t stop!” My untouched cock kept firing until there was nothing left. Brian lifted his head from between my legs and licked every drop of cum off of me. I was truly spent.

As the dark day turned into a very dark night and the rain continued to fall, we fell asleep. Our sleeping bags were zipped together and we cuddled all night.

Daybreak.

Birdsong.

I awoke gradually from a dream. I was flying naked over the treetops. It was both exhilarating and frightening. When I flew over our camp I saw Brian below chopping wood. Just as I wanted to land and be with him, I woke up. For just a moment I was disappointed until I realized that the object of my desire was curled up in my arms. We lay like spoons, me in back. I had my right arm wrapped around his waist, cupping his semi hard equipment and my rigid pecker was sandwiched perfectly between his baby-soft ass cheeks. Instinctively, I pushed my whole body harder against his, feeling every point of contact, especially the way my cock slid in his sweaty crack. As if on cue, my nuts sent out a healthy squirt of pre-cum to liven things up.

Ever so slowly I began humping against him, my pole sliding almost frictionlessly against his backside. This was another new sensation and I was digging it. Brian continued to sleep. I was still groggy and perfectly content with how good it felt to be so close to him. I don’t know for sure how long we stayed like that, but it had to have been close to an hour that I pressed my slick seven-incher along his crack before he woke up.

My first indication was his dick, still cupped in my right hand. It began to throb, getting a little bigger with each beat of Brian’s heart. Then, just as I was noticing the first stirrings in his groin, he pressed back against me, forcing my thrusting peter harder against his butt. I squeezed his dick to full attention. By this time I knew exactly how to touch him to get the full effect. After a moment of push and pull we found a slow comfortable rhythm. It was already warm in our sleeping bag and our exercise was generating a lot more heat. We began to sweat, causing my chest to stick to his back. My cock slid faster against his crack and I kissed him gently on the neck.

In a matter of two nights, we’d shot countless loads and generated a lot of musk. Between the smell of pure animal sex, and my primal rutting against him, I found my orgasm rushing on. Without so much as a whisper it came upon me suddenly. I spilled out my milky seed into the tight space between us. I felt Brian shiver as he felt