I was filled with sheer terror. Buddy and his gang leered over me, sneering and cursing as they pounded my body. This time I flailed violently, trying to escape. I tried to scream, but there wasn't nothing but the foul words thrown at me from my enemy. "Alex! Alex, wake up, you're dreaming!" I gradually regained consciousness and realized that Matthew was shaking me awake. "It's okay. You're fine. You're hear with me. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you." As I felt myself began to calm down, I realized that Matthew was doing more than talking to me. He was wiping away tears from my eyes and kissing me on the head! "You're okay. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." As Matthew continued to caress my shoulders and kiss my head and cheeks, I clung to him with all my might. I snuggled my head into his neck and shoulder and allowed myself to be loved. I felt so safe when he held me. After some time, I raised my head and looked into those blue orbs shining down at me, and it was at that moment that I, Alexander Duncan, left all fear and hesitation behind. I raised myself until my face was level with his, and pressed my lips to Matthew's. At first there was a slight hesitation in his reaction, but he started reciprocating my affection and slid his tongue across my bottom lip, requesting entrance to my mouth.
Matthew laid back on the blanket, threw off in my flailing, and pulled me on to of his chest, all the while kissing my face and suckling my bottom lip. Neither of us knew how long we laid there loving each other, lost in each other. All I realized was that at some time I became aware that I wanted more from Matthew than his kisses, and hastily found my pad and scribbled "love me." Those two little words were all that he needed to realize what I wanted, what I needed at that moment. He began feeling his way down my chest and abdomen, kissing, sucking, and licking as he went. Kiss after kiss he made up and down my chest, sucking my nipples, working the length of each arm until he reach my hands, and kissing and suckling each finger. After another passionate kiss, Matthew began to move around in the tent until he found my underwear, and began sliding them down. He caressed my balls lovingly, treating me like a delicate breakable treasure. After sucking and licking my sack, he began to kiss and lick my dick. This was, for me, almost too much at one time, but Matthew held me steady and began gentling sucking me dick. He sucked and slurped on and on, while I wondered all along how much longer I could last.
After what seemed like the most wonderful, ecstatic eternity of my life, Matthew relented his pleasuring me, and gasped, "I need you." Desperate to allow him to feel the same ecstasy as he'd made me feel, I sprang to action. As he laid down on the blanket, I found his boxers and began tugging at them. Feeling his thick dick in my hands made me lightheaded. I tried to remember exactly what he'd done to me to make me feel this way, so starting at his neck, I worked my way down. I tried to feel, not think, my way along his body. His massive chest, and pectoral mounds under my palms were the first thing that my hands came in contact with after leaving his groin. There in the darkness of our tent, lit only by a single lantern, I began to make a mental map of what I felt, and where I felt it. Working my way across his chest with light kisses and flicks of my tongue, I made my way down to his bellybutton. Since earlier that evening, I'd had a special interest in that light trail of hair working it's way down into those shorts. I wanted to pay special attention to his muscled middle, and so I made my way licking down his stomach, and fingering those wispy hairs. Eventually making my way back up to chest and shoulders, I felt each great ripple and bulge under my hands. I couldn't help but wonder if Matthew could feel what I felt. There was so much I wanted to say to him, so many "I love you's" that I had never been able to say. Could he feel those in my kisses, or sense them in my touch?
Systematically working my way up and down Matthew's chest and belly, I gradually made my way down to his groin. His dick was rock hard. After finding the tip, I tried my best to engulf it wholly in my mouth, but caught myself gagging. Matthew gasped, but immediately pulled me off, "There's not need to kill yourself. I know how you feel," and with that I began loving him with everything I could. His smell was intoxicating. It wasn't a sweaty odor or a "muscle jock," but it wasn't a smell of cologne and deodorants either. All I could think was that this smelled suited him so, it was just Matthew; masculine, tender, not an overpowering smell, it seemed to describe his very essence. Matthew's breathe became clipped, occasionally being broken altogether by gasps of pleasure. Ever intending to show him exactly how I felt for him, I continued, working my way from tip to base, and loving each massive ball enclosed in his smooth sack. Finally sensing that he couldn't last much longer, I stopped sucking and licking his groin and simply sat up and looked at him. He looked at me only for a second with puzzlement, but as his eyes brightened, he asked, "are you sure?" The smile that lit his face when I nodded was amazing. It wasn't a smile of a schoolboy getting cheap sex. No, this was a smile of love and care, a smile that showed me that I had nothing to be afraid of. Underneath all the muscled chest in front of me beat a heart that was filled with love. Love for me.
"How do you want to do this? I'm afraid this isn't my area of expertise," he smiled embarrassedly. It certainly wasn't mine either, but I was determined to show him how much I loved him. Finally, after scrambling around in the small tent, I decided "why not show him how bold I can he can make me?" So after unzipping the tent door, I pulled him and the blanket out of the tent, up to our feet, and made our way down to the sandy bank of the river. "Here? Are you serious? What if someone see's us?" His concern only made me the more determined to show him my love, so I smiled and laid the blanket on the sand. His smile seemed to outshine the moon above us, as he took me into his arms and laid me on the blanket. "Raise your legs, love." He kissed each of my legs as he lade them on his shoulders and began finding me. His fingers worked my hole lovingly and tenderly, loosing me for his dick's entrance, but when he did start to gently press his dick into me, my body wracked with pain and I tightened. "Oh shit! Are you okay, please tell me I didn't hurt you!" His hands caressed my legs and body so gingerly. How could I deny either of us this pleasure? So, finding his dick in the darkness, I began guiding him to me once again. The first few seconds of entrance were torturously painful. As this was a first time for both of us, I wasn't used to having anything up my ass, especially not a eight inch dick that felt as if it were thick as a soda can! However, after only a few seconds, I began to get use to the feeling and relaxed to allow us both unbelievable pleasure. Matthew slowly began making a rhythm in and out, as I lay whimpering not in pain, but in sheer pleasure. He began to pick up his pace a little, whispering "I love you's" as he did. Time and time again, in and out we made this journey of pleasure for what seemed like hours or days. There was nothing in the world but me and Matthew. The sounds of the mountains around us seemed to have disappeared. Nothing mattered except for us. On and on the night went, seeming to never end for we two until finally with one last great heave, Matthew exploded and all but went limp on top of me.
Neither of us know how long we'd made love. By the time we regained any of our strength, all we knew was that we had never been happier, or more exhausted in our lives. The forest had already grown quieter around us, so we knew that morning couldn't be terribly far away. So locked in each other's arms, and wet with sweat and cum, we made our way back to the tent. Matthew laid me down gently inside the tent, laughing at the puddles and stains all over the blanket. Neither of us cared. Those stains were a testament to our love. So with our limbs entangled, we drifted off into a deep sleep, empty this time of nightmares or fears, feeling nothing but our love.