Fully Loaded E14 | He asks me if I like watching him

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Aaron's POV:

I could taste his cum on my tongue and deep in the back of my throat for the rest of the drive to the campsite. I even wondered, when I talked, if the boys in the back could smell it from my breath.

Since I didn't get off after swallowing down Wyatt’s massive load, I was still wired when we arrived at the campsite. The night that followed left no space for privacy, what with the tent set up, starting the fire, roasting hotdogs and all. It was distracting enough to make me forget temporarily. 

That is, until I woke up the next morning in the tent to Wyatt stirring and sitting up. He sleeps shirtless, so I enjoyed the view of his slim long frame and the line his pit hair forms as he stretches his arms above his head. His briefs tented with his morning wood and the subsequent aching in my groin makes me realize I'm boned up too. I watched him step over Freddie carefully and unzip the tent’s opening. I lay there wide awake next to a snoring Freddie. 

He's definitely gone to jerk off. He says he does every morning. Probably in the washrooms. 

I get up too, moving slowly so as to not wake up Freddie and leave the tent. As I orient myself in a strange environment, I hear branches and leaves crunching under the weight of shoes. Looking into the forest where the sound is coming from, I slip on my shoes quickly and venture into the woods. 

Where is he? 

I stumbled through the branches and protruding roots until I saw the lake through the cracks between the trees.

There he is, stretching his long limbs by the water in the glow of the orange and red sunrise. The only sounds are those of birds chirping and the breeze through the leaves

So this is why people go camping. 

While admiring the beautiful colors on the horizon, I almost missed seeing Wyatt lowering his briefs past his pale buttcheeks. 

Pssssssssssssstt

The sound of his piss hitting the lake water is loud in the otherwise quiet environment. I listen intently to his stream, holding my breath until the sound stops. I watch him shake his dick off first, and pull back up his briefs. I sigh to myself in disappointment, because I was really hoping to see him blast again. 

“I know you're there, Aaron. I heard you coming through the trees” 

My heart races when the words register in my head. 

Fuck.

He thinks I’m a fucking pervert. 

Do I run? 

Ok.

Own up to it.

I step forward onto the bank, wearing only a ragged white tank and my shorts from last night. 

“Sorry.” I offer meekly as I stand next to him by the water

“When did you first catch me doing … that?” Wyatt says while watching the sunrise. 

“A couple weeks ago. The café where we were playing card games,” I admit. 

His silence makes me more nervous, and we watch the sky change colors standing side by side.

“I can't help it, you know,” he says finally. “Sometimes, I just have to release the pressure.” 

“Okay,” I say simply, giving him more space to talk. 

“Otherwise, I can't make it through the day sane.” 

“Right.”

I could see from the bulge in his brief that he's still hard. Pissing didn't make it go away. 

He did say every morning. 

“Last time we were here,” he chuckles, “I found so many excuses to come out here.” 

Now that he mentions it, I do recall a couple times where he disappeared from the campfire for a long period of time. I was too distracted to notice then, and I didn't know his secret. 

“You like watching me bust, don't you?” He looks at me briefly before looking back at the water. 

“Yeah,” I admit again. “You cum buckets every time. It's… really hot.” 

I look down at tight briefs again, seeing a wet spot grow from where his tip is pressed close to the waistband. 

“Is that okay?” I ask him shyly.“'I'll stop if it bothers you, I promise.” 

He shakes his head with his mouth turned downwards. “No, I have enough secrets as it is. Just…don’t sneak around anymore.” 

The wet spot in his underwear is growing rapidly, soaking through the fabric and creating a bead of moisture on the surface. 

He needs to get off so badly. I can feel it. 

“Do you like watching me more or servicing me more?” 

“Both.” I resist touching myself as I watch him adjust himself in his underwear, giving me a brief glimpse of his cock head when he pulls the waistband from his body for a second.

“Okay, because I really need to get this load out of me before the other guys wake up. So if you don’t mind…” Wyatt pulls down his briefs, and his long schlong comes bouncing out. 

I groan quietly as he spreads his precum on himself. His posture immediately relaxes with a deep sigh as he starts pleasuring himself. The glow of the sunrise illuminates his pale skin, and I get lost in a trance of watching him masturbate. 

Wyatt pulls his brief off one ankle and spreads his stance further. Opening his eyes and peeking at me, he looks down at my hand that's groping myself. 

“You can do it too, if you want.” He closes his eyes again. His hand slides up and down his shaft in long strokes. 

I pull my pants down too, lifting my shirt and holding it with my chin while I grab my rock-hard dick. I stroke it in rhythm with him, admiring the way he polishes off his shaft. The way he strokes is like he can’t make up his mind on whether to take his time or to let it go quickly. He switches from quick standard strokes to slow back-handed ones in a mesmerizing cycle.

“Mmmm…” he moans, using his other hand to hold down his shaft at the base. “You wanna finish me? I'm close.” 

Does he even need to ask? 

Reaching out my left hand, I grip onto his shaft. My own, in my right hand, feels particularly small when comparing the length in my fists. 

“Hold on.” Wyatt looks down and spits on his dick. “I'm more dry in the morning. Dehydrated, maybe.” 

I work to coordinate my hands in sync as I stroke both of us, trying to do all the things I know he loves with my hand at this angle. 

“You ready?” Wyatt pants out with his eyes closed. “I'm good anytime. We can cum together if you want.” 

Just another minute. 

“I'm going to cum first if you don't stop,” he warns me with his breaths getting more shallow. 

Something is holding me back from cumming.

I want to see it first 

I want to see him spray.

I increase the stroke on him and he lets out a strangled moan. His neck bends to look down and his hair falls onto his face. He grabs my wrist tightly as his big dick expands in my hand. 

“OH!” His cum blasts out of him and into the lake, creating multiple ripples on the water's surface as he sprays 

Splat!

Splat! 

Splat! 

“MmmM,” I whine loudly as I go over the edge, shooting one string into the water but mostly cumming over the rocks by our feet. I lose control of my coordination as the orgasm causes my knees to weaken. All I can do is hang on to his dick right now. 

“I'm not done!” He grips my wrist tighter and implores me to stroke him again. I let go of my cock mid-orgasm and focused all my energy on jacking him off.

“Yeah! Yeah! Don't stop! Don't – oh GOD!” More cum erupts from him, landing on the edge of the water. I watch the wave of a shudder travel from his abs up to his shoulders and he shakes it off when it gets to his head. 

“The–”

I know. 

I give him mini-stokes right under the cockhead to draw out the remaining juice from his balls. 

“Oh…” Wyatt relaxes his jaw and his stomach heaves up and down as he takes deep breaths. “That one is going to last me a while.” 

I hope not. We’re here for another night.