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I'm still in the process of writing these parts. You can read all parts seperately, though I'll sometimes refer to things written or described earlier.
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It took a while before we started to come alive again.
-Nathan, Morgan started, staying over here is not much fun when you have nowhere to swim.
-Well, I understand. It's also nicer going back now that it's a bit cooler outside.
I could actually go for a nother round myself, but a bath at home and some time alone was also high up on my list.
And so we did. We spoke quite a lot during the rest of the day. I could relax in the company of Morgan. I guess you easily can do that with everyone you've had good sex with. But after seperating with Morgan on our way home saturday night quickly became monday morning. The heat kept the pressure up and I enjoyed it. If it was this hot here, how was it not in the city? There was probably something around here that eventually would take its toll but I didn't know what or after how long.
To keep the pace up in my running routine I had to run during the really early or late hours. Coming back from my morning-run that morning I saw Mr Brunslie out in his front yard. I waved, stopped, introduced myself and we chatted for a while. I hadn't checked in on him, but he seemed to be alive, kicking and getting through the heat without any problems. He didn't need much help, but for one day when he needed to do errands and stay away for most of the day. He still owned some animals that needed attention. We agreed that the day after would be a good day.
We had a nice little talk, me clad in shoes, socks, and my short shorts. Mr Brunslie was pushing 80, a thing difficult to guess because him being slim, smooth, still baby-skinned face, small eared, bald and fully able to move made him feel younger. He wore worn jeans and a wifeeater making his smooth skin visible. Especially his nipples drew my attention. It all stirred my dick and I got a bit uncomfortable.
'Not here, not with this guy', I thought. He reminded me of Tom at the beach, but it all felt too close to my brother.
-Well boy, nice meetin' ya! And I like the way you're dressed. Relaxed!
I buried all thoughts of sex with that guy, we said our goodbyes, and I went for a shower and breakfast
Meeting Mr Brunslie made me think of Tom at the beach and on the way over to my brothes' house I figured I had to take care of business first. Fuck breakfast. For the dogs, yes. Me? I had to jerk off!
Elvis broke his concentration on the food to mark, listen and bark. Someone was coming. Through the window I saw Morgan coming down the road. He wore Jasons' shorts he had borrowed when we went up to the cabin. I felt nothing but lust. 'If he is coming on social business now he is in for a fucking surprise!', I thought and squeezed my dick through my shorts.
My hornyness and the brutality of the situation of me not staying for not even one more week made me just decide there and then that I was going to be direct with him. If he didn't like it he could go back to his house. I could jerk off. He would be better off if he was prepared for the real world. I went into the livingroom to make the situation look more casual than it was.
He actually knocked.
-Yeah. Come on in, Morgan!
He opened the door.
-Hi.
I started to walk towards the hallway and the front door.
-Hey, I said when I could see him.
He took off his shoes.
-Look, Morgan. I'm horny as hell. And I haven't showered yet. But are you up for it?
He frooze and looked at me.
'This was not what he expected'.
-Yes I am, he said after a second or so.
-Good. Follow me!
I went out the back with Morgan trailing me. This side of the house was still in the shade and I dropped my shorts. My dick was amazingly hard, and a few tugs was all it took for it to visibly produce some natural lube. Morgan undressed, now in a hurry and clearly breathing more heavily. I leaned against the wall, slowly stroking my dick and feeling my pecs.
-Fuck you're a horny guy, Morgan said.
-Yeah.
He leaned in and kissed me. Not biting, not overdoing it, steadying himself with a hand on the wall behind me avoiding touching me, and just kissed me. A very good way to get me going.
'Kid, normally I'd let this last, but now...'
Morgan sensed it. I took the charge and he let me. I turned him around and bent him over so he could use the wall as handsupport. And then I went to town. I toungefucked his sweet asshole while just feeling my dick. That was all it took for it send those shockwaves of hornyness throughout my body. I alternated licking with fingerfucking him and it seem to get him in the mood. The this far quiet guy started to moan. The cool air felt good around my crotch and ass.
After the round against the wall, I sat down on the ground. Turning to face me Morgan must've met a gaze filled with lust and desires. He crouched down and started to suck on my cock. I wasn't gonna last.
-No, M, just make it wet. Don't suck. I wont last. I wanna fuck you.
He spat twice in his hand and just lubed up my fuckpole without tugging, spat once more and smeared it over his fuckhole before he turned around and sank down on it. In one big motion he let my entire dick fill up his internals.
Pleasure.
Warmth.
Bum on crotch.
I put my hands behind me leaned my head back in pleasure. The shade gave me some much needed moisture down my tubes. Morgan just sat on my cock which was nothing but a good idea simply becuase otherwise I would cum directly. This way I would actually last a little while longer.
At first, he proceeded to ride me slowly. Not back and forth but up and down. I opened my eyes and gazed into the forest. I could not see anything but trees. I could not feel anything but pleasure. Everything in my world was centered around my crotch and nothing could interrupt. Morgan picked up the pace a bit. I brushed off some dirt from one of my hands and took hold of my dick.
-All the way, M. All the way up down. All the way out.
I let my head fall forward again to savour the sight, and boy was it a good one. The a bit more skinny body in front of me riding my dick understood what I said and slid all the way down and all the way off my dick, leaving my glistening cockhead in the air yearning for a return far into his anus. And it came. Again and again. He was massaging my dic right where it ws supposed to.
I felt a finger against my hole. First he just brushed up and down, teasing. After a while it returned wet and it slid in. He didn't move it around much. He didn't have to. Combined with the repeated sensual feeling of entering his ass and feeling the cool air made me feel the overwhelming pressure building up.
-Morgan, sorry, I won't last much longer.
-Just give it to me, Nathan. I want it!
-Just keep it up and you'll get it...
He did. And I felt my balls tightening up. I felt my dick go even harder. I didn't wanna say anything, just let the world have it's way with me and me with the world. I screamed out in exctasy. My body started to unload while Morgan was going off me. The first squirt ended up in him, the second on his pucker coating most of it. The third came just as he was going back down on my dick making it spread onto most of my skin, and staying on my pole made him recieve the rest inside him.
He pulled out of me and we stayed in that position. Panting. Enjoying the feeling. Calming down. It took me a moment before I understood that he was jerking off. But he didn't last long. My dick was still hard and I just let it allt be.
He shot a pretty nice load between my stretched out legs judging from the sound of him, and climbed off my dick not long after that. It was still almost rock hard.
-Wow, Nathan, he said smiling.
-The heat... or I don't know. You, maybe?
He laughed and laid down beside me. I could feel his generated body heat though he didn't touch me. Calming down I realized this was a pretty cool place to be, out back. The sweat actually started to feel sticky – but not cold. It was cooler here but not by much. The surrounding heat had made it's way here, and soon the sunrays would too.
-M, I need a shower. And to pee.
-Me too.
-You came over to..?
-Return the shorts.
-...
-And to hang out
-And returning in..?
-I did have a nother pair of shorts with me
-I missed that.
He just laughed.
-Wanna hit the showers together? I asked him.
-Yeah, sure.
Afterwards, Morgan fell asleep on the couch in nothing but his boxers.
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