“Alright. It’s getting cold. Gay sex That clench—that final desperate grip around my cock—sent me over the edge.I drove in deep and let go, thick ropes of cum flooding him, filling him up. Wanted a man to take charge of him. Despite having an ex-military guy for a dad, it was clear the kid hadn’t had someone really take charge of him in a while. Move when I say. His ass clapped against my thighs, loud and filthy. He devoured it. “I figured as much. He fumbled, but figured it out.When camp was up, I pulled out a couple of beers from the cooler, tossed one his way. Take the shot.”This time, he got closer. That clench—that final desperate grip around my cock—sent me over the edge.I drove in deep and let go, thick ropes of cum flooding him, filling him up. He caught it one-handed, proud of that, like a dog showing off.“Crack it and take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the log near the fire pit.He sat. The hunger to keep pace, to match me. You’ll eat when I say. A kind of discipline that carries over to everything else.”He glanced at me, curious. I didn’t say a word, didn’t have to. But be quick about it—we’ve still got miles to
