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At some point, in every story, there's a montage. It happens when things are going really, really well... so well, in fact, that there's not really much story to tell--just a bunch of really good things happening.
The training sequence in "Rocky."
The escape from the library in "The Breakfast Club."
Me and Mikey, fucking all day long in the woods.
The only downside to a montage--believe me, there is a LOT of upside--is that it's over too quickly. Once it starts, you also know that it's going to end... just as soon as "Gonna Fly Now" is over.
But let's not think about that for now.
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Breakfast was hilarious (OK, we didn't fuck ALL day... we did have to eat). It was raining so hard that I couldn't even keep the burner lit. I ended up pulling everything under the flap of the rain fly and cooking from inside the tent. Mikey and I had some laughs about that.
Mikey sat in his briefs and sweatshirt, watching me. I wore an old, off-white long underwear top, my bottom as bare as when I was born. I had already given up on restraint for the day. My dick was in a constant state of turgidity--swollen and ready for the next episode of sex.
Mikey teased me, sucking my cock into his mouth to the hilt just as I was flipping a pancake. "Do you want to eat, or do you want to fuck?" I chided.
"Both." Mikey retorted.
We slurped down our hot, slightly wet pancakes while they were still steaming.
Once we were done, we threw our plates outside the flap and started making out. I could taste the maple syrup in his mouth.
Both rock hard again, I pulled my mouth off of his, looked him in the eye. "You know that dream of yours, where you sit on my lap, facing me, with my whole dick up your ass?"
Mikey nodded anxiously.
"I want to make that dream come true. Right now."
Mikey nodded again, a sheen of wetness in his eye at his own good fortune.
He reached into his pack, grabbed a bottle of proper lube. He slathered my cock with it, causing me to groan. He worked a finger into his own ass, then two. He squirted and re-squirted lube on there, wanting to get it right, to get me in there as quickly and easily as possible.
I leaned back on my elbows. "Hop on there, buddy. Mount yourself."
He reached down, lubed up my cock one more time, then pressed the head of my rock hard dick at his entrance.
It popped in. Mike gasped.
I was two inches deep, and it felt amazing. I wanted to thrust up inside him, but I knew I had to wait, let his body wake up and take me in naturally.
He pressed his hands on my chest, stared at my face with a sweet, slightly-pained look on his face. "Does that feel good?" he asked me.
"Baby, it feels amazing." Baby. That's a term I usually use with his sister.
He wiggled his ass a bit. He tested his comfort with going deeper.
"Does it feel good for you, Mikey?"
He bit his lip as he began to press me inside of him, deeper. "Mmmmmhmmmm..."
I don't know if it took two minutes or ten minutes. I watched as he pressed himself onto me, squeezing my cock into his tight little asshole.
I felt his warm, lightly hairy thighs press down on my lap.
He let his weight pull me fully inside him.
He was mounted on my dick.
It fit him like a glove.
"Ohhh Mike... this shouldn't feel as good as it does."
He smiled, a twinge of pain still in his brow. He knew exactly how good it felt.
I sat up. Our chests were pressed together. His dick, already hard, was leaking precum on my chest. He wrapped his legs around my back, and we stared each other in the face.
I bounced my dick up inside him deeper. He gasped.
"Is this what you wanted, Mikey?" He nodded his head in a rapture of pain and pleasure. I bounced into him again. "This?"
"Oh yeah..."
I started slow, just giving him the chance to feel the whole of me inside him. Both already damp from the weather, we started to sweat from our close contact. Our bodies rubbed against each other with almost no friction.
Mikey started moving his body up and down. Sitting on my lap, there was just barely enough room in the center of the tent for him to get properly fucked.
We took on a steady rhythm. Mikey was moaning constantly, getting loud every time I bottomed out inside of him. I ran my hands over his back, feeling the sweat and electricity in his skin. I played with his soft and muscular ass while it bounced on me.
His body was so hot that I was worried I would cum too soon inside him. At the exact same time, the only thing I wanted to do was to shoot a load inside him so massive and so hard that he would taste it in his mouth.
We began to make out sloppily. Our faces slid past each other on each hard bounce, we scrambled to make lip contact. I bit his lip at one point, sucked it into my mouth to keep the connection, however brief.
We moaned into each other's mouths.
Mike's dick rubbed hard up against my stomach and chest. One advantage of working out and building up your abs? It feels hella good to rub a dick up against those ridges.
"Fuck...... I'm gonna cum soon," gasped Mikey.
"Go for it, baby. I'm gonna shoot my load deep inside you." Mikey bounced faster on my dick. I stared at his face as our passion neared its climax. Mikey's dick glanced against my stomach and rib cage with the perfect tension.
"Oh fuck......"
Mikey began to shudder. I grabbed onto his back as he flung his head and arched his back. His insides grabbed onto my dick with an impossible wet tightness. I pumped once inside him and was ready to blow.
"Oh GOD!!!"
His cum shot into the air between us. Just as it did, I let loose with a hot blast of pure, hot cum as deep inside of him as I could shoot. Words were impossible for me; instead I just made the sound that any large male animal--a horse, a gorilla, a bull--might make at the exact moment of conquest.
We were frozen in this explosion for a few moments, Mikey shooting against my chest, me shooting deeply inside his guts. Mikey choked out an almost-tearful gasp as his orgasm peaked.
We took a couple of minutes to come down from that, my dick resting in his ass, his full weight supported on my lap. We held each other, breathed.
After a few minutes, I heard the hint of a sniffle from him.
It looked like Mikey was crying.
"What's up, dude? You OK?"
He nodded. "I just... I just never... I can't believe I got to do that... to feel that way with you."
"I understand, man... I understand."
We stayed in that embrace, my dick softening within him. We avoided the urge to say something stupid like, `I love you.'
It was difficult.
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