The mud squished under Marcen's toes as he waited for the best fuck of his life. The grass and shrubbery rustled as Cade appeared a few feet away and Marcen's heart pounded. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he met the guy last weekend at Lavoi's Pub. His rosy cheeks were what drew Marcen in at first, along with his brilliantly coiffed blonde hair and extravagant blue eyes, but no, it was the red cheeks that did it for him. This natural blush was so unlike his own skin, pale and a little freckly, and he could never get his own red hair to style like Cade's.
Cade approached the tree where he waited with wound up leather in his hands. Just looking at him made him stand at salutation. His heart throbbed even more than his dick as Cade came up to his face.
"You ready?" and he tied the leather straps to Marcen's arms and ankles, then to a tree. "The safe word is 'drop it'."
Even the thought of a safe word made the hair on Marcen's neck stand on end. Cade unbuckled his belt, undid the button and unzipped his pants. He fiddled around with it until Cade hauled out his long, floppy red penis. He then proceeded to unbuckle the belt that held up Marcen's cotton tights, then practically ripped them off until his small cock pointed directly at Cade.
"You definitely are all ready." chuckled Cade as he put his warm hand on Marcen's shaft. His breath was intoxicating and warm. "I can't wait."
These were Marcen's thoughts exactly. He wanted Cade inside him already, to see his cock become hard because of him and then enter him deep. He wanted to be spanked around and become Cade's toy. He loved when someone else took command, and loved even more pretending to be one of his helpless victims.
Cade touched his slowly engorging dick to Marcen's rock hard one. He massaged the heads together and as though the sensation were enough, Marcen felt his legs threatening to buckle under him. He could tell Cade was enjoying it too as he let out random sighs of "Yeah" and "That's it".
And then, Marcen felt Cade's warm, luscious lips touch his neck and his wet tongue taste his anxious skin. He gently pressed his teeth, and continued to lick until Marcen felt them sink deeper.
Cade's tongue went from his neck to his chest, then to his abdomen, where a small faint trail of red hair led to his raised cock. It fiddled around inside his belly button then found its way onto his pubes. Cade put his lips in motion, as if he were savoring the most delicious meal as he used it to tug on the red curls above his dick.
The moon above, fuller and redder than usual was no distraction for Marcen as Cade then moved his mouth to his beckoning cock. He felt a hot breath surround it, and then the wet, juicy tongue and lips devour it. He suckled it as his tongue massaged the head, making Marcen moan.