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Heath made a sound, then grabbed the condom that had been set aside, along with the last two lube packets.

As Dayne began to move into position, Heath stopped him with a shake of his head. “No. Not like that.”

Dayne raised his eyebrows and watched Heath quickly encase his cock in latex before leaning his bare ass back against the rock.

One thing was for certain, Dayne would never look at that boulder the same again.

A lube packet appeared in front of his face. “Do you want to lube yourself up?”

“No, you do it.”

Heath ripped open the first packet and did exactly what Dayne had done: spread the lube all over his cock before taking care of Dayne.

At the angle Heath perched against the rock, Dayne couldn’t quite sit on his lap, but he could easily back into him. “You don’t need to ask if I’m?—”

Ready.

Instead of finishing, he grunted as Heath rammed his cock into him, emptying Dayne’s lungs of the breath he’d been holding.

Damn, the man filled him up completely. Heath wasn’t huge but he was thicker than most girth-wise. Luckily, Dayne had no problem handling it. He actually welcomed the fullness.

Heath made short, quick thrusts, spearing his cock inside him while pushing and pulling Dayne’s hips into him.

This man was in no way holding back. He had probably been waiting for this moment as much as Dayne had been waiting to fuck him.

He closed his eyes and listened to Heath’s heavy breathing and the rhythmic slap of their bare, heated skin, as well as the occasional grunt.

If he hadn’t just emptied his balls, he’d be rock hard right now. Even so, every stroke that dragged Heath’s cock over Dayne’s prostate still managed to milk the little fluid that remained.

Every once in a while, Dayne could climax without ejaculating. And today, Heath somehow managed to pull that off. He had to lock his knees to stay on his feet.

Without a pause in the action, Heath asked, “Did you just come again?”

“Mmm hmm,” was all Dayne could manage.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

Dayne gathered his brain cells so he could form actual words and not sound like a blubbering idiot. “It happens sometimes if I’m drained dry but I’m not done playing.”

The first time, he had no idea it was possible. After that, he did some research to see if it was normal.

“I’m…”

Heath didn’t have to say anymore. Dayne could finish that sentence. Heath had reached his tipping point.

Seconds later, with a low roar, his hips slammed into Dayne’s ass one last time before he collapsed backward against the rock, taking Dayne with him.

They both stayed like that for a few moments.

He wasn’t sure if Heath was contemplating life right now, but Dayne could honestly say:life was good.

Heath glancedover at Dayne to see that he had pausedwhile getting dressed to close his eyes and turn his face up to the warm morning sun breaking through the trees.

The sweat from their cardio workout—the run and the sex—had now dried on their skins and both were in desperate need of a shower.

Hot water on his overworked muscles would feel good.

Heath pulled his still-damp running shorts up his legs. “We should get back soon. Cara might be wondering if we’ve been eaten by those bears.”