“Joe and old man Phillips came looking for us as soon as the water dropped enough to try. I heard them yelling but couldn’t yell back. Although extremely weak, I managed to bang on the floor with that,” Mike said, pointing to a painted rock about the size of his fist. “The bottom of the ladder was gone, but Joe climbed the tree and found me. When I finally managed to ask about mom… he just shook his head.”
Mike began to cry. I held him tightly until his tears subsided. I took off my shirt and wiped his face with it. A hint of a smile shown on his lips as he turned his head and kissed me. I dropped my shirt and returned my arms to their place around him.
“The rest is a blur; Joe was there for what came after and he can tell you the details. They somehow got me out of the tree and to the hospital. Infection had set in, and Mark told me later that I nearly died before they could get it under control.”
“My mom was found a few days later, still under the Wagoneer, buried beneath what was left of our house.”
Mike took a long, tremulous breath.
“That summer, Joe and I stood on the bridge and sprinkled her ashes into the cre…” Mike’s voice broke into sobs. He leaned to the side, and I moved to let him lie down. Lying behind, I held him as his body trembled.
We could have been there for hours, I didn’t know.
Slowly, Mike raised his head and rolled over to face me. I looked into his tear-reddened eyes, and he smiled as his expression turned unexpectedly sheepish.
“Don’t,” I said, keeping my eyes focused on his. “If you’re about to apologize, you never have to for this. I love you, Mr. Hughes. Besides, when I’m drudging through my own fucked-up history, I’ll expect the same from you,” I said with a smirk.
“I’ll think about it,” he said, betraying his words with a warm smile.
“Fuck you,” I replied, grinning back. That familiar hunger suddenly returned to his face as he kissed me.
“Yeah,” he said, “fuck me.”
I pushed him onto his back and straddled his body before bending and returning his kiss. Our hard dicks bulged in our jeans as we pressed and rubbed them against each other. Gently, I bit his lower lip before breaking our kiss.
I nibbled his left ear and caressed his neck with my trimmed facial hair. I worked slowly down and into the hair of his masculine chest, taking in several deep breaths as I kissed his scar then moved to his left nipple. I nibbled and sucked it while running my hands down the sides of his naked torso. His body convulsed and he let out a loud gasp as my fingertips tickled his bare flesh.
I sat up and his hands moved to my belt, he unbuckled it, sliding it from the loops and setting it on the floor, while both of our dicks strained to be set free. Mike carefully unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pulled the zipper down.
I stood up, quickly removing my boots and socks before pulling my jeans and shorts off. Mike grinned as my hard dick sprung free.
I knelt and removed his boots and socks. Kneeling between his legs, I deftly loosened his belt and jeans before pulling them and his briefs off in one movement.
I grinned, taking in the view of Mike’s naked body. His muscular arms and strong thighs. The black hair covering all of the right places, and that god damned beautifully framed smile. Oh, and his rock-hard, eight-inch dick was nice too.
Mike bent his knees, propping his legs against my sides and pulled me down into his strong arms. Our torsos rubbed together as we rocked our hips, grinding our cocks and sharing our bodies.
Our dicks slipped freely, slowly lubricating themselves and stoking our senses. Drops of sweat appeared on our skin and faces. Mike lifted his legs, rocking his hips forward and my dick slid into the crack of his muscular ass.
Following my lover’s lead, I sat up and placed his legs against my shoulders. Adding a generous amount of saliva with my hand I guided the head of my cock to his hole, then met his eyes with mine.
We held each other’s gaze as I carefully slid inside him.
Mike growled softly as I came to rest, fully planted inside. I held still, savoring the moment before pulling out, then sliding back in. Enveloping his dick in both hands, I coaxed clear fluid from the tip and spread it down the length of his shaft. Gripping it firmly, I began to fuck him with slow penetrating thrusts, exciting Mike’s senses as his warm flesh and sexy body stimulated mine.
Mike’s gaping smile and audible gasps fueled my lust. I slowly increased my pace, studying him carefully to bring him close, but not too far. Sweat now rolled from our naked bodies and the sound of sex filled the old treehouse.
A change in his voice was the cue I’d been waiting for; I released his cock from my grip and slid his right leg from my shoulder, rolling him onto his side.
I leaned against his left leg, giving myself a good angle and began to pound the fuck out of his tight asshole. I pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in, sending shockwaves throughout his body. His deafening howls echoed in the small space as each thrust shook his drooling dick. Feeling my own tension rise, I wrapped my left hand around his shaft and began to stroke in time with my hips. The pitch of his cries changed letting me know he was ready to blow.
I was losing control as Mike roared. He tensed and his whole body spasmed. His angry cock pulsed in my fist. Cum raced under my thumb and up his shaft as it shot out onto the mattress and treehouse floor. I caught the last few shots in my hand and palmed his hypersensitive gland. He jerked and roared uncontrollably sending me over the edge.
report I pulled out, dropping his leg to the mattress. Untouched, I howled as my dick bucked hard with every shot, tossing lines of white goo all over his chest and stomach. A grin filled his face as his eyes followed each from my cock to his chest. When it finally stopped, he reached up and pulled me down onto him, smearing it between us and into our body hair.
Our tongues mingled in an intense kiss, and we held each other as our bodies slowly recovered. Sliding off to his side, I rested against him, lying squarely in his wet spot.
“Oops, you got jizz all over the floor and the mattress,” I said playfully.
“It’s far from the first time,” Joe’s voice said as he poked his head up through the floor hatch. He climbed in, keeping his head low to avoid hitting it. “I saw your ATV and wanted to let you know I’m moving cattle into this pasture.” Joe laid down on the other side of Mike and propped his head in his right hand.
“Sounded like you two were enjoying yourselves, I heard the racket long before spotting your ride,” Joe said with a grin while fingering half-dried cum in Mike’s chest hair.
“I wanted to show him our treehouse and the album you made for me,” Mike said, gesturing to the small book on the floor. Joe picked it up and carefully shuffled through the photos.
“My dad took this one of the two of us swimming in our favorite spot beneath the bridge,” Joe said. The two boys in the photo were chest deep in water, splashing and roughhousing. Joe turned the page and showed a picture of a familiar man. “That’s him there,” he said pointing to the image of his father. I looked at Mike with a massive grin and he nodded back.