Barking Up The Wrong Tree
Barking Up The Wrong Tree
Temp let out a groan as his back rubbed against the bark of the tree. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the creaking of old swings as his shirt went flying somewhere.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing Aaron’s butt and squeezing tightly as the other sucked on that spot right under his ear and his hands palmed the front of Temps jeans. “Someone’s going to catch us and why the fuck are your clothes still on?” Shaky, god they both needed this, hands lifted the black-tee off and threw it in the direction of Temps own. His cock twitched at the sight.
He wasted no time in flipping Aaron around, pushing the other against the tree and groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the wind blew against the cuts said object had caused on his back.
“I need…” Aaron panted as Temp’s hands ran over his sides and his mouth latched onto one of his nipples. Temp ignored the request even though his own pants seemed to be getting tighter with every breathy moan escaping Aaron’s mouth. He was able to control himself, even with Aaron pleading and bucking into his own throbbing erection, for a few more moments. Then his hands hit the hollows of Aaron’s hips, “Fucking hell, Temp.”
Hearing his name coming from the others mouth made him lose it. With practiced hands he used one hand to rid himself of his own pants and the other to get rid of Aarons. In a matter of seconds, he was pressed against Aaron and the other was pressed against the tree. “This is going to hurt,” he warned. Aaron nodded, setting his jaw, before Temp trust it all in.
“Mother fucker!” screeched Aaron, his fingers digging into the tree and tears forming in his eyes. Temp held himself in place, kissing the others spine gently as he hands stoked Aaron’s cock, until Aaron finally whispered, “Move.”
“Your sure?”
An affirming nod was all it took for Temp to pull almost all the way out and then trust back in. They feel into a steady fast paced rhythm of loud groans and moans of Temp’s name until he hit that spot he knew had the others seeing stars.
“Fuck!” screeched Aaron, thrusting back into Temp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Shit,” he groaned, his teeth clenching his bottom lip. “Aaron I’m going to-”
As he moved to pull out, Aaron reached behind him and grabbed his wrist, glaring “If you fucking pull out of me I will murder you.”
Temp blinked, but trust back into the tight heat anyway. With a few final thrusts he collapsed onto Aaron’s back. A second later he felt something sticky explode onto the hand wrapped around Aaron’s cock.
After a moment, Aaron mumbled, “Come on. My nipples are burning from this tree.”