Hand gently stroking his cock, he pressed back into the shadow of the tree, rough bark scraping against his uncovered legs. It was hard to be quiet, and he had to use his free hand and stuff it into his own mouth when longhair pulled crew cut’s shirt off, throwing it wildly to one side. The light of the campfire cast shadows that danced over the exposed chests of both men and he bit down hard on his hand against the moan that threatened to expose his position.
Three years he’d lived in these woods, buying a simple cabin where he’d been hiding from the rat race. No more early morning starts and snarling workmates. No more stress headaches and caffeine fueled nights writing proposals. Now he hiked, fished and tended his garden. A generator kept him in contact with the world, an e-mail to his mom, checking his bank account and share investments and the porn -- perhaps the most important of it all.
He was used to sitting in his cabin, naked with a bottle of hand cream and tissues to his side, surfing all his favorites. Tracy and her five inch stilettos, Monica with the ping pong ball tricks. He would access their web cams and attend to his needs. He didn’t need real people, not now.
Until tonight, when he’d left his cabin for his nightly walk. Seeing the tent in ‘his’ woods he’d been pissed until he heard the noise, something between a moan and sigh. Curious, he’d pushed through the undergrowth, stopping when he saw the two bodies entwined together, bathed in the red light of the campfire. He’d meant to leave, but longhair had hair just like Sasha with the nipple ring and he’d decided to stop -- just for a minute -- to see her face.
He’d been shocked when crewcut flipped longhair over and a decidedly male face was exposed. Shocked, but not enough to actually leave, not when he was having a free show and soon his pants had slithered down his legs and his hand into his shorts.
His hand moved faster as crewcut bent, taking longhairs cock into his mouth, his cheeks hollow as he sucked hard. Longhair screamed and fisted his hands, as his body arched under crewcuts touch.
The scream was his undoing, as he fisted himself to completion, teeth biting hard into his flesh as he collapsed against the tree, hot wetness spilling down his leg. Breathing harshly he looked up and felt his cock shrivel as he saw crewcut looking around, swapping his mouth for his hand as he searched the boundaries of the camp. He’d heard him, but how? But somehow he knew he’d been made and frantically pulled his pants up.
Fumbling with the buttons he froze when crewcut looked his way, looking intently in his direction while roughly fisting longhairs cock. Preparing to run and to hell with noise, he paused as crewcut’s face seemed to slacken. He was still looking his way but it was obvious he was seeing nothing, was no more than a frozen statue, clenching hard to longhairs cock. He didn’t know what had happened but he wasn’t a stupid man, so turned and edged back into the dense tree growth.
He was damp and sticky but satisfied, and laughed a little as he heard someone shout ‘Fuck not now!”
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