Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen - Sex Stories

Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen

... you’ll rub yourself raw by the time we leave.”

“You’re just so hot walking out of the water like some kind of god with the afternoon sun creating a halo around your tan muscles,” Bo said. “Something about your wet cock bouncing back and forth as you walk gets me hard. It’s so cute and sexy. Besides, we still have like an entire case of lube that you bought before the beach trip. It’ll take us another month to use all that.”

“Not the way you go through it,” I said.

I dried off and swung my leg over the log.

“I have an idea,” I said, facing my friend. “Face me.”

I moved close enough that our knees touched and started massaging my cock.

“Now what are you doing?” he said. “You were just scolding me about playing with myself without lube.”

As he watched, Bo slid his hands up my thighs. His own fat cock was visibly stiffening as he watched me play with myself.

“I’m going to keep it light so I don’t need lube,” I said. “I’m the daddy. Do as I say, not as I do.”

He quickly took over stroking and fingering my meat.

I reached out to work on his.

“Let me play, Daddy,” he said. “Just lean back and enjoy.”

He reached up with his free hand and brushed wet hair out of my face.

I moaned my approval as I fell back to lean on one elbow so I could watch.

“I’m all yours, Bo-Bo,” I sighed. “Always.”

Bo did exactly what I wanted. He used light pressure. But his strokes were faster and hit all the right spots. I was stiff and throbbing in ...

... minutes.

He leaned down and kissed up my chest to my mouth while he pulled and twisted my cock.

I jumped and twitched with his tongue in my mouth. He was almost there.

As he leaned over me, he stroked and jacked me to a grunting, panting orgasm spewing cum up my stomach and chest.

He let go and licked me off his hand as I lay back panting hoarsely.

I squeegeed the cum off my cock making my entire body jump and held my hand up to Bo so he could lick and suck it clean.

Then he leaned down and licked up the rest of my goo from my stomach to my chest, swallowing every drop.

He stopped and eyed me suspiciously for a second before dropping down to my groin. Before I knew what was happening, he licked a long path up the underside of my limp, cum-covered cock.

I gasped when I felt his hot, wet tongue on my meat. I squealed when his tongue hit my frenulum.

I’m sure my eyes were huge when he lifted up and looked at my face.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I just – . I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“It’s OK,” I panted. “It was – amazing.”

Bo stood up and went to the Jeep. I headed to the water.

By the time I had rinsed off again in the lake, the sun was going down. So, I started a fire with a store-bought log and we found food.

After sandwiches, we sat on our two-man sleeping bag and leaned against the log to face the lake ignoring our perfectly good tent. Bo got beers from the Jeep. We had brought a couple six-packs of his dad’s in one of the ...