I crawl inside the tent right after Dustin, and he's already there lying on his back, still naked, holding his hurt ankle, grimacing and whimpering.
"I stepped on it by accident," he complains.
"Here, let me look."
I examine his foot, gently holding it in my hands.
"Be careful," Dustin hisses.
"I am careful."
His ankle seems slightly swollen but nothing life-threatening. It may get better or worse overnight. We're gonna have to wait and see. I slowly move my hands up Dustin's leg and watch his reaction as I get past the knee and inch up his hairless thigh. My little bro closes his eyes and lifts his legs, exposing his ass to me. I don't hesitate to grab the two smooth, perfectly round globes and knead them like dough, causing Dustin to moan and wiggle his toes.
"Jacob," he says and reaches to me with his hand. I lean over him, and he pulls me down for a kiss. We make out madly, greedily exploring each other's bodies with our touching hands. After a moment, I feel Dustin's fingers on my boxer briefs, and he clumsily slides them down my butt with my little help. My stiff dick springs to life and presses against Dustin's butt.
"Let's fuck," he whispers and bites my neck.
"Dusty..."
"Fuck me, let's make love."
I kiss him again and feel his hand guide my dick. Instinctively, I push when my mushroom touches his rosebud, but the entrance seems locked tight. We break the kiss and look at each other with panic.
"Baby oil," we say at the same time.
"They took it," I whisper, my breath shallow from excitement.
"Fuck," Dustin groans. "Let's try anyway."
"Have you ever..." I probe his eyes for an answer to the question I don't want to ask.
"Use your dick like that? No. I swear. I'm a virgin."
"This won't work. I'm too big," I admit with resignation. "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
Instead of answering, I give him a quick peck and go down to take a look at his crotch. Dusty's dick is only semi-hard which is no surprise after three orgasms in less than an hour. I push his legs back to look at his hole, pink and smooth under his tight ball sack.
"What are you doing?" Dustin asks.
"Can't say I know," I mutter.
Not gonna lie. I'm sort of reluctant. Sure, we had a shower quite recently, but it's been an intense couple of hours since, and neither of us is at our freshest. What will it taste like? Sweat? Musk? Worse? Also, adopted or not, Dustin is my little bro. I almost wish it would bother me more than it actually does. I take another look. Fuck it. It won't turn into honey ribs, no matter how long I stare at it.
I dive down and lick his balls a few times before taking a quick breath and lapping my tongue on his crack and the tender area around it.
"Oooh," Dustin moans.
He keeps moaning while I go hard on his ass, licking it like an ice cream, encouraged by the pretty neutral taste and Dustin's reaction.
"Shit, oh my god, what the..." Dustin utters. I feel his hands on my head as if he's making sure I don't stop whatever I'm doing. Does he realize it's only a starter before the main course?
"Fuck, Jacob, this feels so good," he whispers.
I lick him there for a couple more minutes to entertain him, and fuck, I don't remember seeing him - or rather hearing - more entertained. He groans with disappointment when I stop.
"There, let's see if it loosened you at all," I say and aim my steel dick at where my tongue was just a moment ago. Dustin has a dreamy look on his face, but he presently grabs his ankles and pulls them back. Good thing he's so flexible.
But I can't get it inside no matter how hard I try. Dustin's sphincter is shut tight.
"Try to relax," I tell him, knowing well how useless this advice is.
"I'm trying."
I try for another minute, and for the first time in my life, I regret I don't have a smaller dick. Or maybe it's Dustin who is too small. Maybe he's not ready.
"Bring the baby oil," Dustin says after another futile attempt.
"Jon and Cole took it. You saw it. Who knows what they're doing there."
"I bet they don't need it anymore. Please?"
"You go then. He's your friend, not mine," I say.
"Jacob, pretty please. I'll do anything you want," he says, using his big cat eyes. "Also, my ankle hurts really bad."
I shake my head, knowing the battle was lost before it started. I sigh and nervously put on my boxers again, tucking in my boner and hoping the darkness of the night will conceal it. I know it's not going down on its own anytime soon.
I crawl out of the tent. Thank god Cole's is just next to ours. I crouch next to the entrance and take one more look around to make sure nobody's there.
"Cole," I say quietly, but there's no response.
"Cole!" I try again. "Jon!"
Finally, I hear some noise from the inside.
"Don't come in," Cole seems out of breath or a little startled. Or both.
"I need the baby oil. It's urgent," I whisper, cringing over how unambiguously I sound. "Seriously, I need it now."
There are a few moments of silence before Cole speaks again. "Okay, I'm coming out. Give me a minute. Maybe we can share."
I hear some more noises and whispers from the inside, confirming that Jon is still there.
But suddenly, I hear distant footsteps. I panic. On my fours, I crawl around the tent and crouch opposite where they're coming, hoping for the best. Dustin zipped back our tent, and I won't make it inside in time.
But the footsteps keep getting closer. They get closer and closer until it's obvious someone is going right in my direction. Then they stop right on the other side, and I hear whispers.
"Go talk to them," the first voice says.
"No, you go talk to them. He's your friend," a reply comes, reminding me of my conversation with Dustin.
"Fine," the first person says, but before either can do anything, there's a zip sound, and someone comes out of Cole's tent.
"It's you guys," I recognize Cole's voice. "I thought it was Jacob."
I hold my breath, too stunned to make a move.
"What?" The first voice says a little louder, and I recognize Alex. So the other voice must be Max.
"Chill, people sound alike when they whisper. Here's the baby oil. I'm not going to ask what you guys need it for."
"How did you know we came for the baby oil?" Max asks, confused, not even caring to whisper anymore.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Cole asks. "You just said you need it urgently, hehe. You changed your mind?"
"We didn't say anything. Are you high?" Alex asks.
"Fuck, dude, you guys are giving me creeps. Just take that oil and get out of here. There's not much left, though."
I'm perfectly bamboozled by the situation, but I'm quick enough to realize this is my last chance.
I jump to my feet and raise my hands in a surrendering gesture. I don't know why. It just seems right. All three heads turn to me, looking like they've seen a ghost.
"No time to explain," I say. "We can't be out here. Guys. Before you go, can I have some baby oil?"
Max seems frozen and unable to move. I really don't have time for this, so I just snatch the bottle from his hands, squeeze some oil onto my palm and hand it back to him.
"Have fun, guys," I say and return to our tent before they can ask any questions.
Opening and closing the tent is more tricky with a sizable glob of goo in my hand, but finally, I'm inside. Dustin sits there and looks at me curiously.
"What was that? What were Max and Alex doing here?"
"No time to explain," I say once again. "Lay down." When he obeys, I transfer the baby oil from my hand onto his stomach. "That's as much as I could get," I add, unasked. I quickly undress, and back to square one, I scoop some baby oil and put it on my penis. When it's all shiny and glistening, I take some more on my index finger and carefully push it inside Dustin's butt.
"Ow," he lets out when my finger slides inside with ease.
"Did it hurt?"
"No. Feels weird. And a bit cold."
I move my finger in and out for half a minute.
"It's a funny feeling," Dustin comments as I probe his back entrance.
"No shit," I say, smiling at the unintended pun. Then I remove my finger and position myself in the docking position, my dick eager to get inside the moist hole.
"Here we go, Dusty. Do you consent?"
"Shut up!"
"Watch your mouth, you little brat. You'll be begging me for mercy."
"In your dreams."
I decide to put my money where my mouth is, and once again, I press my dick against Dustin's hole. It takes some time and pressure, but this time I breach his anus, and almost half of my dick slides inside without resistance.
"Oompf," Dustin grunts, and his eyes open wide in fear."
"Begging me to stop already?" I ask, hiding my nervousness. I honestly wouldn't like to hurt him, even as a punishment for his smart mouth.
"I don't feel a thing. Are you even inside?" he smirks, but his voice is trembling.
"Only a tip," I say. "When I put it all in, you'll cry for mommy."
"We can call her while we fuck," Dustin's cheeky comment almost makes me wanna slap him.
"That was too much, you fucking brat, I say. "Take this."
With a swift move, I push my dick with all force and bury it inside Dusty's ass all the way to the hilt.
"Aaaah," Dustin hisses as the air gets pushed out of his lungs.
"How does that feel, smartass? Got anything to say?" I taunt him.
"Aah, oh fuck," he only utters while his tunnel adjusts to the shape of my thick cock. Before he can catch his breath, I start fucking him with long moves, almost taking my dick out and then ramming back inside. I'm probably using too much force, but the little fuck provoked me.
"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck." Dusty grunts every time I pierce him with my meat scepter. Once or twice I slip out and have to find my way back, but I'm getting better every second. And fuck, it's the most amazing feeling of my life. My little bro's ass feels incredible around my dick, tight, warm, and alive.
"Still wanna call mummy?" I ask as I speed up.
"Mommy... daddy... help," Dusty pleads.
"They can't hear you."
"Mommy..."
"Back home, I'll tell them what a spoiled little brat you are."
I don't know why it turns me on, but it fucking does. I start fucking him as fast as I can, and the tent is filled with slapping sounds and Dustin's moans of pleasure. His eyes roll back, and he puts his hands on my arms, barely holding on to reality.
After a few minutes of wild sex, I get tired and slow down a bit.
"Come here," I say and pull Dustin's hands. We readjust, and now I'm sitting, and Dustin is straddling me, my dick still deep inside him. "Are you ready for more?"
"Please," he begs. "Kiss me, big bro."
I press my lips against his, and we kiss deeply and passionately. Meanwhile, I wrap my arms around Dustin's chest and slowly start moving him up and down, giving us a chance to sync. After a few moments, Dustin starts cooperating, a little clumsily because of his hurt ankle, but he starts sliding up and down my dick, and I'm out of my senses. We kiss and fuck. No, we make love.
I use my right hand to smear the leftover baby oil all over Dustin's now hard, circumcised prick and start jerking him off. We're both hot and sticky from sweat. I swear you could boil an egg just by placing it between us.
And then, I can feel my orgasm approaching. I push my tongue deep inside Dustin's mouth, and he rides me faster. We're making way too much noise, but we don't care.
Then, out of nowhere, I can feel Dustin's dick pulsate in my fingers, marking his fourth orgasm and triggering mine. The grandfather of all orgasms hits me like a train, and my dick starts pumping jets of cum inside Dustin's ass. After a blissful eternity, my climax finally subsides, and we hold each other, breathing fast and resting until the air starts cooling the sweat covering our bodies.
I'm ready to face guilt and second thoughts but no come. Only bliss and infinite satisfaction.
That's it for chapter nine. I have ideas for one, maybe two more chapters, so if you want more, let me know what you'd like to happen. And do let me know what you think, I love reading your emails! - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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