Fully Loaded E15 | He asks me to take it slow

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Aaron's POV:

“Hey, wake up. We’re taking out the canoes before we pack up.” 

I grunt with my eyes shut. I'm not interested at all in what Freddie is trying to sell me, especially after such a late night last night. Sleeping in this tent is uncomfortable as hell as I felt like I've gotten 2 hours tops of sleep so far.

“Pass.” I hear Wyatt say with a raspy voice next to me. 

“Suit yourselves,” Freddie says before making too much noise exiting the tent. 

When the peaceful silence reinstalls itself in the tent, I'm not sure if seconds or minutes have passed before Wyatt’s voice brings me back to consciousness again.

“Aaron, you awake?” Wyatt says quietly. 

“Kind of,” I reply, not opening my eyes. 

He doesn't say anything else, but his endless tossing and turning behind me makes it clear to me what's going on. 

He needs his morning nut.

I roll over, still with my eyes closed, and start patting in his direction. I feel his naked chest first, then pat downwards his long torso until I land on his crotch. 

Yup. Rock hard. 

“I was fine until Freddie woke me up,” Wyatt sighs out as I grope him through his underwear. He puts his hand on top of mine as I massage the sides of his shaft. “That feels nice.”

Pleasuring him is such a rush. I feel instantly more awake as I explore the size of his wrapped package. 

Always so hard. Always ready to blast. 

Wyatt spreads his legs further, touching my bent knees with his slim legs. I open my legs and clamp around his leg, so he can feel my member against his thigh.

“You too huh?” 

I feel around for the opening in his underwear so I can take his dick out, but he presses down on my hand to stop me. 

“Hold on. This is nice.” He moans softly as I go back to massaging his cock through his briefs. “If they're taking the boats out, we have some time.” 

I hump his leg slowly, barely containing my impatience to whip his cock out and have him blast. 

Will he spray in my face this time? Or maybe in my mouth again? If I jerked him in this position, would he hit the tent’s walls behind us? 

Unable to wait any longer, I find the opening and pull the shaft out. Then I grip the stiff stick in my hand, feeling his rod respond to my touch by throbbing. 

“Ahh…” I moan while humping his leg like a desperate dog. 

“Just take it slow,” he grunts while I slide his skin up and down. “I want to enjoy it a little longer. Oh Jesus…”

I collect the precum around his head and circle the ring with two fingers as I listen to him try to regulate his breathing. 

“Was the only time you got off at the lake yesterday?” I pull his foreskin down. 

“No, I did it once in the bathroom.” 

“Oh, I missed it,” I say, jerking him a bit faster. His hand tightens on my wrist, warning me to go slower, 

“Yeah, oh fuck…yeah, balls got too full again.” His voice seems to be getting more hoarse. “It was just a quick one.”

“You don't want it to be a quick one right now?” I speed up my stroke again and he spasms satisfyingly. His dick stiffens further to my favourite super engorged state. I slow it down once I feel his thighs between my legs tensing up. 

He's so hot. 

So

Fucking

Hot.

I hump his leg while getting off on the little vibrations I'm creating for his body. I love this feeling of him being at the mercy of my fingers. 

“The bad thing about having so much cum,” Wyatt says shakily, “is that it always needs to come out.” 

“That's the best thing.” I correct him. 

“It drives me crazy when I can't unload,” he continues. “But, I like that feeling too.” 

“The feeling of getting edged?” I question him, humping and stroking him in unison. 

“Yeah. To give in totally to dick brain and let it build up until I absolutely can not hold it – hang on.” He grabs my wrist again. I've gotten too excited listening to him talk and have increased the stroke speed too much. 

“Let go! Let go!” Wyatt pants urgently and I release my grip. He quickly uncovers himself from the blanket and lifts his head to look down at his twitching hard cock. 

I watch his dick bounce up and down, humping his leg as he struggles. Finally, precum comes out of his slit like a leaky faucet into the underwear that's wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck.” I hear Wyatt swallow before his head rests back on the pillow. “I love that.”

I pick up his cock delicately with two fingers, massaging just a tiny section of his swollen hard-on. “How long have you gone for edging?” 

“Like an hour.” 

“That's it?” 

“What do you mean that's it? When I did that, I started getting horny enough to film myself and put it on the internet.” 

So that's what that Twitter post is all about.

“I make bad decisions when I don't cum,” he moans as he settles back into being serviced. The look on his face is priceless. A half smile, with his closed eyes shutting tighter whenever I hit the sensitive spot by the head. 

“Can I suck your balls?” 

“Whatever gets you off, man. You just keep up the good work.” His face tightens when I play exclusively with his head. I release his thighs from my legs and get down between his thing and long legs. 

I pull his balls out from his briefs’ fly as well, remarking how tight to his body they look this morning. I lean in to smell them, and his breaths of excitement push me to start lapping at his balls.

And when I started licking them, it didn't take me long to start sucking on them. The more I sucked, the more I felt his body vibrate and the more shallow his breaths got.

I stroke his hard length as I suck his nutsack, enjoying the sweaty salty taste to them. I worship these balls that create so much fucking juice for me to enjoy. 

I 

Worship

Them

“I'm going to cum ok? I'm going … oh …I'm gonna…” Wyatt's voice reaches a familiar desperate pitch. 

What else does he do when he's edged enough? 

I let go of his cock, and in its stiffness, it slaps against his body. 

“OH! I'm so close!” 

I lick up his shaft with a flat tongue, leaving once I've taken a second to swirl at the head.

“I'm close! I'm close!” Wyatt whines loudly in the tent. I sit up straight, watching the tall man squirm in front of me. 

“Hold it.” I say quietly while I watch his hard cock twitch and his face tighten. 

“I can't! It's cumming!” He goes to grab his cock and I swat it away. 

“Hold it!”

“MMMmmM!” 

His leaky cock drips more precum onto his underwear, and then I see the tension pass in his face a couple seconds later. His arched back collapses back onto the floor and his breathing becomes deeper again. 

I pick up his cock from his abs and lick up from the bottom of the top again. His cock is just as hard as it is when he's about to cum. 

I love that so fucking much. 

“Can we finish now?” Wyatt whimpers as I lick up his deliciously stiff shaft again.

“I don't think so, no.”