Chapter 3: Rising Action
The cabin's interior was dim, the only light filtering in through the dusty windows. The air was thick with the scent of pine, and the musk of two men who had been working hard all morning. The only noise the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Rick's eyes were locked onto Tom's, his hand still stroking Tom's cock through the fabric of his boxers.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Tom," he whispered, "I'm going to take it in my mouth and suck it like I've never sucked anything before. And you're going to love it."
Tom's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, his hands reaching out to grip Rick's shoulders, pulling him closer. Rick smiled, his hand finally moving to the waistband of Tom's boxers, pushing them down just enough to free Tom's cock.
It sprang out, hard and ready, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Rick licked his lips, his eyes locked onto the thick shaft.
"Fuck, Tom," he muttered, his voice low and hungry. "You're still as big as I remember. Bigger even." He wrapped his hand around the base, feeling the thickness of it, the heat. He looked up at Tom, his eyes filled with lust. "I've been dreaming about this for years, you know. About tasting you again."
Tom groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing his cock into Rick's hand. "Fuck, Rick," he muttered, his voice ragged. "You talk too much. Just...suck it, Rick. Please."
And for the next five minutes, he did.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the head of Tom's cock, his tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum. Tom groaned, his hips bucking again, trying to push his cock deeper into Rick's mouth. Slowly, Rick let him, took him in, inch by inch, his lips stretching to accommodate the thickness. He looked up at Tom, now and then, his eyes watering at the girth. Only once did he begin to gag, but he didn't stop. He took all of Tom's cock, until his nose was pressing against Tom's hairy bush below his stomach, and his lips sealed around the base.
Tom's hands grabbed Rick's hair, holding him in place as he began to move his hips, fucking Rick's mouth. He could feel Rick's throat working, the muscles constricting around his cock as he took it deeper.
"Fuck, Rick," Tom groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "Goddamn, you're good at this. You always were." He thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of Rick's throat. Rick gagged slightly, but he didn't stop. He relaxed his throat, taking Tom in even deeper.
He could feel Tom's cock pulsing in his mouth, the head pressing against the back of his throat. Tom's grip on Rick's hair tightened, his hips moving faster, fucking Rick's mouth with abandon.
"Fuck, Rick," Tom groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm gonna come, Rick. I'm gonna fucking come down your throat." He thrust his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of Rick's throat again and again.
And with one final thrust Tom shot his load, filling Rick's mouth to overflowing. Rick swallowed and swallowed, but some of it ended up on his chin.
Tom's hands were still in his hair, holding him in place as he continued to thrust his hips, milking every last drop of his orgasm. Finally, Tom's body relaxed, and he pulled his cock out of Rick's mouth with a soft pop. Rick took a deep breath, his eyes watering slightly as he looked up at Tom.
"Fuck, Rick," Tom muttered, his voice still ragged. "That was... fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, looking down at Rick with a mix of embarrassment and awe. "It's been years since anybody made me cum, except for my own hand! I can't believe I just did that."
Rick chuckled, wiping the excess cum from his chin with the back of his hand. "Believe it, Tom.
"Now," Rick said standing up. "Do you remember the rest of that fishing trip? what happened in the morning?" He stood up, his own hairy chest on full display, and dropped his jeans, his throbbing cock springing free. Tom's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't look away. Instead, his eyes locked on to Rick, a question in them.
" Rick," Tom said, his voice a little hesitant, "it's getting late. I should probably get going." He gestured to the clock on the wall, the hands creeping towards noon. "I've got things to do, you know?"
Rick looked at the clock, then back at Tom, a smirk on his lips. "It's not that late, Tom. Besides, you've got time for one more thing, don't you?" He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to Tom. "Take my hand."
Tom's breath hitched slightly at Rick's touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he took Rick's hand, and stood up. They were so close that the tip of Rick's hard cock brushed against Tom's near flaccid cock.
"Feel that, Tom? That's my cock." He paused. "And you know what my cock wants from you?" Tom's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he looked up at Rick, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. But all he saw was lust, raw and hungry. Rick's hand tightened around Tom's, and he pulled him closer, his lips finding Tom's in a fierce, hungry kiss. Tom's hands found their way to Rick's hair, holding him close as their tongues danced together.
Tom's hands roamed over Rick's back, feeling the coarse hair under his fingers. He could feel the heat of Rick's body, the hard muscles beneath the soft fur. Their chest and bellies rubbed as they embraced.
Tom broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Rick," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "What are we doing? We're not really..."
Rick smiled, his eyes filled with lust. "We're doing what we've both been wanting to do for years, Tom." He took Tom and led him toward the bedroom. As they entered, Rick turned to Tom.
"You remember what happened that morning, Tom? Do you remember the position?" Rick's voice was harder now, demanding, even as Tom tried to back away.
"Tom, it's late..."
"On your belly, motherfucker!"
"Tom!
"You remember don't you? How you begged for it?"
Tom slowly shook his head yes.
"How you stuck your ass in the air for me?"
Tom nodded again.
"Now, Tom. I sucked you off, swallowed your cum. Now it's my turn. On your belly, bitch!"
Tom whimpered, but he obeyed, slowly climbing onto the bed, belly down. He buried his face in the pillow, his body shaking slightly. Rick watched him, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and something else—something softer. He climbed onto the bed behind Tom, his hands running over Tom's back, feeling the coarse hair, the hard muscles beneath. He leaned down, his lips finding Tom's ear.
"Remember, Tom," he whispered, "you begged for it. You wanted this." Tom nodded, his voice muffled in the pillow. "Yes," he whispered. "I remember." Rick's hand moved down, finding Tom's ass, squeezing it gently. "You're still as tight as I remember," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Tom tensed slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed back against Rick's hand, a soft moan escaping his lips. Rick smiled, his fingers finding the crease of Tom's ass, running along it, feeling the heat.
Rick's other hand reached out, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He poured some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. Tom's breath hitched as he felt the cool liquid on his ass, and Rick's fingers began to probe, gently at first, then with more pressure. Tom tried to relax, and soon his pink hole was taking Rick's fingers, slipping in and out, stretching him, preparing him. Tom groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.
"Fuck! I remember this. Yes, I did want it. begged for it. Now I remember why! You're so fucking good at this." Rick chuckled, his fingers moving in and out of Tom, his thumb circling Tom's tight hole.
"You remember how to beg, Tom. That's good. I always remember how you begged." He leaned down, his voice low in Tom's ear. "But I want to hear you say it again. I want to hear you tell me what you want."
Tom moaned, his hips pushing back against Rick's fingers. "Fuck me, Rick," he whispered, his voice ragged with need. "Please, fuck me. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fucking me, Rick. Fuck me hard."
Rick's cock throbbed at Tom's words, and he quickly removed his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, feeling Tom's tight hole stretch to accommodate him. Tom moaned, his body tensing slightly, then relaxing as Rick pushed in deeper.
"Fuck, Tom," Rick groaned, his hips moving slowly, feeling every inch of Tom's tight ass.
"You're tight. He leaned down, his hand running over Tom's back, feeling the sweat beading on his skin. "You remember how I used to spank you, don't you?" Then, without warning, he brought his hand down hard, slapping Tom's ass. The sound echoed through the cabin, and Tom yelped in surprise and pleasure. "Fuck, Rick!" he groaned, his body tensing, then relaxing as Rick's hand rubbed the sting away. "Do that again," Tom begged, "Do it again!" His voice was ragged with need. Rick chuckled, his hand moving down to find Tom's ass again. This time, he slapped it harder, leaving a red handprint.
A thought came to Rick and he pulled is cock out. It was lubed, throbbing and ready, but there was one more thing about that morning.
Rick's fingers found Tom's prostate, and he gasped, his body tensing and then relaxing as waves of pleasure washed over him. "Fuck, Rick," he moaned, his voice hoarse with need. "You remember how to find it, don't you?" Rick chuckled, his fingers circling the sensitive spot, feeling it pulse under his touch. "I remember everything, Tom," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I remember how you used to beg for it, how you used to scream when I hit that spot."
"And I remember how you used to come so hard, your body shaking and your cock pulsing in my hand."
Tom moaned, his hips pushing back against Rick's fingers, trying to get more of that delicious pressure.
"Fuck, Rick," he groaned, "Use your cock! I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Rick. Please! I'm begging you!
Without comment, Rick took his rock hard eight inches of cock and slammed it into Tom's hole.
Tom howled, cried and begged for more. RIck pulled all the way out, and one more time, slammed his meat into Tom's hole, all the way in and hit his prostate.
Again Tom howled, louder and longer. And again he begged.
And again, he got what he begged for.