Backbacking with the Boys – Part 10

Everyone in this story is 18+

Amsterdam

“Guess we wore him out,” I chuckled, still catching my breath.

Cameron smirked, wiping a hand over his mouth, satisfied. “And he thought we couldn’t keep up.”

We both laughed again, as Cameron laid himself sprawled upon the mattress.

As Cameron lay back, I positioned myself between his legs, my hands gliding over his hips, feeling the heat of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. His skin was impossibly smooth beneath my fingers—no trace of stubble, nothing but sleek warmth. I couldn’t help but admire the way he took care of himself, completely shaved and soft in a way that made every inch of him feel inviting.

He looked down at me, eyebrows raised, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “You don’t have to, you know,” he murmured, as if he was trying to give me an out. But I wanted this—I wanted to return the favor, to make him feel the way he’d made me feel so many times before. I offered him a grin, reassuring him. “No, I want to, Cam. Just let me take care of you.”

His hesitation melted away, and I leaned down, letting my lips brush over the tip of his uncut cock, marveling at its weight and thickness. There was a softness to him that surprised me, but as I peeled back the skin, I was greeted with an intensity and warmth that made my pulse quicken. He was larger than you’d expect—his size both thrilling and a little overwhelming in my mouth. I took him slowly, letting my tongue trace along the sensitive underside, savoring his smoothness. His breath hitched, his hand instinctively reaching down to tangle in my hair, not pulling, just holding, grounding himself.

I kept my pace deliberate, my hand sliding along his shaft, feeling every inch as I moved in rhythm with my mouth. I could hear his breaths coming quicker, his chest rising and falling as I took him deeper, inch by inch. When I glanced up, I saw his head tipped back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Lower,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of need, and I felt his hand gently guide me. Without hesitation, I shifted, taking my time as I moved down, letting my tongue trace a path along his shaft before finding his balls. They were warm and heavy against my tongue, and I could feel his body tense, a quiet groan escaping his lips as I gently sucked, feeling his whole body respond to each movement.

“God, that feels good,” he breathed, his voice rough with pleasure. I took my time, exploring every inch, my hands gliding over his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath me. His reactions spurred me on, his low, quiet moans and the way his fingers tightened in my hair.

When I moved back up to take him into my mouth again, his hips began to move, a gentle thrust that matched my rhythm. I could feel him getting close, the way his breathing grew ragged and his body tensed, his moans turning into a series of broken breaths.

“I’m so close, Dan,” he whispered, his voice barely a rasp. I didn’t slow down. I wanted to feel him let go completely, to take every part of him. I kept my rhythm steady, my hands holding his hips as he gasped, his body tensing in my hands. Just as I felt him arching up I slipped a finger inside him, feeling a familiar warmth—both mine and Brady’s cum from earlier and Cameron moaned. “Yes, just there!”

With a low, guttural moan, he finally reached his peak, his whole body tightening as he spilled himself into my mouth. The warmth of him surprised me—a sweetness on my tongue that was different from my own, which I remembered as being bitter and salty. I swallowed, savoring the intensity of him, the rawness of the moment, my finger still inside, feeling every last pulse of his release as he slowly softened in my hands.

When I finally pulled back, I looked up to find Cameron gazing at me with a mix of surprise and admiration. He reached down, brushing a hand over my cheek, his fingers gentle and affectionate. “You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did,” he murmured, a warm smile spreading across his face.

I smiled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I settled beside him.

"Ready for Berlin tomorrow?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah, I sure am," Cameron replied with a faint grin. "Think Asher will actually make it on time for the train?"

"I'm not worried. Asher might push the limits, but he's nothing if not punctual," I said with a chuckle. Then, stretching out, I added, "But I'm beat. Night, Cam."

"Night, Dan," he said softly.

For a moment, I lingered, catching the warmth in his deep blue eyes, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us. Then I rolled onto my side, letting the hum of the hostel fade into the background.

That night, with the excitement of Berlin ahead and the comfort of trust between us, we both slept like babies.