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There was no point in speaking and making a fool of myself.

I rolled onto my side, draping a leg across his.

I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, but they caught the twinkle of the moon.

His hand rested in the middle of my back, pulling me closer until I lay across him.

If he made any move to leave, I’d refuse to get up.

This moment wouldn’t end without a fight.

“I should warn you, this date is going to be gossip for a few days.”

Of course, I’d keep my mouth shut about the quarry and lie that we went for a stroll through town. Nothing I said would stop the whispers. They were well-meaning, but they’d have him labeled as gay. It’d only be a matter of hours before they threw him a coming-out celebration.

“I’ve never shied away from new experiences.”

“Are you ready for the nosey Nellies to comment on the new gay guy in town?”

He kissed my forehead. My body shivered as his fingertips traced down my spine. I lied. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Amanda and Jon need to know, not that it’d take them more than a second to figure it out. It’d result in a group hug and more than a little squealing.

“This isn’t an experience I want to shy away from.”

Did he realize his words were like a hug I didn’t know I needed?

His other hand held the side of my cheek, a finger lifting my chin.

The beads of water in his beard brushed against my face as we kissed.

In this position, there was no hiding the way my body responded to his touch.

If I got any harder, I’d cut his thigh. I almost forgot that we were outside, unable to hide if any of the locals decided they needed a late-night swim.

“We can head back…” I wanted him naked in my bed. Kissing wouldn’t satiate me tonight. I wanted to straddle the man and?—

“I’ve never seen the stars while having sex.”

My head shot up at the thought. It had never crossed my mind. I figured this city bear wanted amenities, a bed, mood lighting, and a little light jazz. It wouldn’t be my first time, not even my first time at the quarry, but I’d save that for a funny story later.

I raised my leg along his body just enough to feel his erection.

Whether it be the night air or lying butt naked outside, the thought excited Simon.

I wouldn’t say no, especially after feeling him brushing against me in the water.

If I could have held my breath long enough, I’d have taken care of business while we swam.

With my head on his shoulder, I stared down at his body, barely able to see the outline of his body.

I didn’t need to see to memorize every curve.

My hand drifted down his chest, stopping at his nipples.

Pierced with a small loop, I gave it a flick.

I shifted, sliding down his body until I could lick the other one.

My tongue pulled at the piercing. He gasped, his cock bouncing against my thigh.

Mental note made. I’d be playing with these more in the future.

My hand continued its adventure downward through a valley of hair. His body flinched as I crossed over the tickle zone. For good measure, I gave it another pass.

“That’s mean,” he whispered.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, giving it a squeeze. “How about that?”

“Less mean,” he said with a sigh.

Not being able to see his package, I relied on my fingers to describe it.

Thick, meaty, and impressive enough that I marveled at being able to take it in the shop.

As I reached the tip, I ran my finger around his foreskin, taking care as I rubbed the head.

Simon had already started leaking, and knowing he was excited made me want him more.

I wrapped my fingers around the base, moving the skin up and down his shaft.

It wasn’t my first uncut cock, and I took care to not pull the skin tight.

The more I circled it, the more I wanted to pat myself on the back for getting it inside me.

However, last time, Simon hadn’t lasted long enough for a thorough fucking.

Tonight, we’d change that.

I rolled on top of him, hoisting myself up on all fours. If he lifted his head to watch, I didn’t notice. I had one thing on my mind, and it entailed seven… no, seven and a half inches buried inside me. A soldier on a mission, I would not be deterred.

I slid down his body, lying between his legs. He gave his hips a wiggle, shaking his cock back and forth. I caught it with my mouth. Simon changed directions, giving a small thrust. Pulling back his foreskin, I exposed the head, giving it a long lick with the flat of my tongue.

“Damn,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I hadn’t planned on it. Licking the underside of his cock, I shifted until my mouth hovered over this beautiful piece of meat.

Even with the glow stick around my neck, I couldn’t make out the veins, but I had mapped them with my tongue.

With a deep breath, I dove downward, taking his cock until it pushed against the back of my throat.

Simon’s hands shot forward, resting on my head.

With the gentlest of pressure, he urged me further.

I had underestimated the length as it reached the bend of my throat.

With a slight shift, my lips touched his pelvis, and I had to fight my gag reflex.

My stubbornness won, and my body relaxed, swallowing him to the hilt.

His back arched, and I reluctantly withdrew.

Gasping for air, I wanted more. I continued bobbing up and down on his cock.

His fingers grazed my cheeks as I moved to his balls.

For such a hairy man, I was surprised to find them hairless.

I went from one to the other, holding them in my mouth before returning to his cock.

I continued this circuit until he started thrusting, trying to work all the way into my mouth.

Once more, I took a breath and dove to the base. Except this time, his hand held my head in place. In and out, he fucked my mouth. His cock might be exciting, but his hands, not giving me a choice, took my erection from hard to rock hard.

“I’m close,” he whispered.

I pushed back, pulling off his cock. “Nope. That’s not how this is going to go.” I preferred my tops to call the shots, but if he only had one orgasm tonight, it wouldn’t go down my throat.

He pushed himself up on his elbows. I moved forward, crawling along his body until I could give him a kiss. With a push, I sat upright, his cock trapped between us. With a quick angle change, it slid along the crack of my ass. Figuring out my intent, Simon relaxed, his hands laced behind his head.

I reached back, sliding his cock into place. I gasped at the girth pushing at my hole. “We’re going to need to carry lube from now on.” With a lick of my fingers, I coated my hole and gave it another try.

“Fuck,” I gasped. Even for a greedy bottom, it’d be a tight fit.

Rocking back a little more each time, I let his precum lube my hole.

I braced my hands against his chest as I continued the rocking motion.

Simon gasped, and my determination grew.

It went from a want to a need. I needed him inside me.

Leaning back, I let out a low growl. Somehow, I had taken all of Simon. I’d be sore tomorrow. I’d love the reminder of mounting him. My cock throbbed, and the growl turned into a roar. Lube. We’d definitely need lube in the future.

Simon’s hands slid along my thighs while I adjusted to his girth. “You’re huge.” Usually, when I said that, it was a nicety. For Simon, it didn’t quite cover it. The encouragement gave him the okay to start with small thrusts.

“You feel amazing,” he said.

I leaned forward, hands on his chest. Now that he was inside me, I wanted to take him for a ride.

Sliding forward, I held still as he tried shoving back inside.

In one smooth motion, I pushed back, taking the length of him.

I couldn’t decide if I should focus on my cock trapped between our stomachs or his commanding thrusts. Either way, in or out, it felt amazing.

Simon moved his feet, giving himself leverage before he gripped my hips. He held me still as he took over, fucking my ass. I wasn’t the only one on a mission. Each time he shoved inside, his cock hit that magic spot, forcing out a yelp.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

Simon went from long, steady strokes to short jabs and then back.

He varied his tempo as he continued holding me in place.

I should have warned him I had gotten close, but I didn’t want him to stop.

Each time he slammed into me, my cock rubbed against our bellies.

I didn’t want to fight the orgasm. It built in my sack, drawing it tight as my toes curled.

My entire body stiffened as he continued the railing.

I let out a howl as the orgasm took over.

I planted a hand on either side of his chest as I fought to stay upright.

A hand clutched my ass as he continued fucking.

He growled into my ear, giving a hard thrust. I clenched, wanting to milk the cum from his cock.

He repeated the motion, each time thrusting harder than the last.

He didn’t need to announce his orgasm. His cock grew thicker, knocking the breath from my lungs.

Simon held still while his cock jerked. He filled my ass, giving me a sense of satisfaction.

I rested my head on his chest while our orgasms faded.

It wasn’t until a coyote in the distance howled that Simon tensed.

I laughed. “Don’t worry, they’re scared of bears.”

It took a moment before he relaxed. His cock slid from my ass before he kissed the top of my head. I could have rolled off him… I could have, but didn’t. This moment needed to last as long as possible.

I listened to his heart as his pulse slowed. Simon ran his fingertips up and down my back, eliciting a shiver each time he reached my waist. This was the perfect ending to our first official date. I knew I was getting ahead of myself, but I wondered if the next date would be the same.

“You can check public sex off your bucket list.”

“Public sex? That’s got plenty of checkmarks.” My head shot up. “I said first time under the stars.” Simon had plenty of stories to tell.

“We should probably head back so I can relieve Julie of babysitting duties.”

I rolled off him, getting to my feet. The ache in my hips and ass had already set in. Helping him up, I gave him a slight shove toward the water. “Time for a chilly cleanup.” He resisted, giving me a curious glance. “Firefly rite of passage.”

Instead of arguing, he jumped off the rock. He hadn’t lied. Simon didn’t shy away from new experiences.

Lucky for me.