"Buttered Popcorn"
It was early morning when Xavier and Devon went outside to do their morning routine. At six, they stretched their limbs and jogged around the camp. It was a muggy morning and the sun was blaring. The boys could not stop sweating. The beads appeared on their bodies and dripped away. By the time they returned to the cabin, they were exhausted not from their job, but the humidity.
Devon went down and lied on the porch on his back. He took off his shorts and sneakers, baring what he had. If their neighbors saw that...I can't say what they would do to be blunt. This is Camp Hattawata after all. But when Xavier saw his partner's masculinity on display, he couldn't help himself. He would make his hot lover even hotter.
Xavier stripped naked and settled beside him, rubbing his sore thigh. Then he slid down and noticed Devon's organ was semi-erect. He grinned and moved forward, his tongue working on his hot rocket. The lying man's reaction was surprising. He gasped and protested to him. "Xaxi, stop!" He whispered. "There's going to be people jogging over here!"
"So, let them watch." Xavier whispered back before putting his hand at the root, his plump lips feeding on his lover's growing cock. Devon's fingers sprawled on the deck panels, his blood rushing to his full erection as he felt his lover's lips going deeper. Xavier's hand rubbed on the root with a quick rhythm which stimulated the helpless Devon.
Devon moaned softly and placed his hands on Xavier's thick hair, raising his hips to thrust in his face. He panted heavily on Xavier as he fucked his partner's lips without any rest. He moved his hands to his lover's nipples, pulling them with a soft touch. Xavier made a surprised moan as he devoured his lover's thick cock. His throat tightened the length, and his own erection began to throb. Before Devon was about to climax, he pulled out of his throat.
"Dude!" Xavier said to Devon. "Why did you stop? Don't like to feed me?" The dark-haired man made a sultry position, with his fingers flexing his lips. Devon chuckled at his boyfriend. "I would love that, but your ass needs it more." He grinned as he pointed to the railing. "You know what to do."
Xavier stood and went over to the railings near the steps. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks to his lover. His boner touched the painted wood as his entrance contracted. Xavier's face turned to Devon as he used his cock to rub his inner cheeks. Devon felt his star flaring as he rubbed on it. That told him he was more than ready to be pounded.
"Xavier, you bad boy." He growled, letting the tip sink in his lover's star. Xavier arched his back as he felt Devon's cock sank within his soft tissue. Slowly, he felt his opening accept his lover's sword as it moved with gentle thrusts. Once he was balls deep, he stayed there, letting Devon feel the thickness on his excited muscles. At that point, Devon put Xavier's hands on the boards, lacing the fingers together as he started to move his hips again.
The movements were deep and firm. Both men sweated as the sun hit their hot bodies. Devon rubbed Xavier's back with his pecks, his nipples so hard they gave his lover goose pimples. Xavier tried not to be too loud at this point, but Devon's pounding was too intense for him. He called his name many times but before he made a climax, he yelled out Katie's name.
"Who's that?" Devon asked his lover, stopping his movements. Xavier shook his head. "I don't know. Come on, dude! I'm so close! Keep burying your woody in me!"
"Katie!"
"There's that name again!"
"It's coming from a girl."
"KATIE!" There was yell from a female and THUMP! A pillow hit the dozed off Katie. The pink haired girl jolted and fell out of bed. Her laptop fell on her lap as Nikki took her pillow. "Come on, Katie, get dressed already! We need to head over to work!"
Katie blew a strand of hair over her messy head. "Nikki, could you at least give me a ten-minute warning before you throw stuff at me?"
"I tried waking you up three times and each time you said you'll get up?"
"I was dreaming!"
"That's no excuse! You know we need to raise money for our little recreation house!"
"I suppose the diner pays good moola?"
"The customers are generous tippers!" Nikki showed Katie her money roll out of her sock drawer. "See?"
"Nikki, what did you do?" Katie ran over to Nikki to stare at the money roll. Nikki shrugged. "I gave them my usual smile and gave them what they ordered. I'm sure you do the same on your first day."
Let me tell something about Katie. When it came to hospitality services, she is, in golf terms, over par. On her first day, she was moody to the customers. She mixed up orders and she never paid any attention to Tony or Emma. At the end of each order, she earned five dollars in pocket change. Not gonna lie to you peeps, Katie is not a waitress via skill.
"Ugh." The pink haired girl said at last. "Nikki, there must be another way to make money."
"There is, but..." Nikki could finish her sentence to her friend, but her heart made her turn to the closet and threw Katie her green uniform. "Come on, put on your uniform."
"But I hate this shirt!" Katie complained. "It makes my chest so tight!"
Nikki grabbed a pair of socks. "Hey, at least we can wear pants! If our bosses made us wear short skirts, then yeah, we'd draw the line. They believe in women's honor!" It's true. Mr. and Mrs. Merfields cared for the people no matter what gender they are. They only time where they do get perverted is when they outdo each other. Charles did it upfront, right where the public could see. Emma, however, was sneakier. My, I would love to say subtle, but that day was not the case.
Charles worked on the baskets by putting wax paper in them when Emma finished chopping onions. She turned to her hubby's back as she placed the onions in her steel container. She grinned and tiptoed over to him. She gave him a snuggly hug and her bosom rubbed his back. The British man made a groan as he felt his wife's soft body on him. He grinned at his affectionate wife as he goes on with his baskets. Now, you'd think she would only be all lovey-dovey to her beau. That wasn't so. The next movement was lowering her hands to his hips and then put her fingers around his groin. He didn't think what his wife was thinking until she cupped his crotch.
"Oi!" Charles yelled at the wife. He turned his blue eye to his wife as she twitched her fingers on his pants. "Woman, what are you doing?"
She answered it with satisfaction on her lips. "This is payback, baby. You lifted my skirt one too many times last week. Now...I'm getting even."
"We have employees coming in!"
"So? You'll be done before they do."
"You think so, aye?"