The birds chirped as they soared across the sky, which brought Dion out of his sleep. For it being the height of summer, this morning had a pleasantly cool temperature to it. Dion would've been thankful, if not for the resentment he held over the man sleeping peacefully beside him.
The alert male rubbed his chin, irritated at the short bristles of hair he had forgotten to shave off. Then, he blinked his eyes, and felt a stab of crust in the corner of them that had built up overnight. After wiping it off, he gazed down at his naked body to make eye contact with his erection.
It was noticeably hard; that was a natural effect after a long rest. However, it reminded him of the day before where he was granted no release. Dion looked over to his side, and as he expected, his partner stole the blankets. Groggy, repressed, and stolen sheets?! Everything about this was unforgivable.
"Damn you, Cyrus. I can't wait till you get up so I can bash in your skull!"
The men had ventured off on their yearly camping trip into the forest, where they'd get away from their small town. Sometimes it was a couple days, others a week, but this was their longest trip yet spanning two weeks. They were both well-adjusted to living off in the wild, and they found this to be a great bonding experience to solidify their relationship as brothers; brothers in a sense of beloved friends that grew up together since birth. Their mothers were friends beforehand, and did well to keep their boys together through all phases of life. This made them very close, but after yesterday, Dion was starting to question the purity of their relationship.
"Does it have to end this way?" Dion questioned his friend the previous day, his knees buried in the ground.
"I'll offer an alternative when you win a match," Cyrus lifted a hand to his mouth and giggled.
"Ngh!"
The pair were excellent wrestlers. They'd perform at championships during their school years. They conquered opposing teams with ease, but they never truly knew what power the other possessed until Cyrus came up with the idea to practice during this year's camping trip. Two weeks had turned out to be long enough to celebrate the outdoors, and their planned activities had grown stale. So, Cyrus made the proposition- with a price.
Dion narrowed his focus upon Cyrus' long and slender penis that was twitching towards his lips. The erect male suggested that the winner of their fight would be rewarded with a blowjob. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Dion didn't argue against that, but Dion assumed he'd be the one on top when consenting to it.
He was aggressive, heavier, and praised for his expert technique in escaping chokeholds. Cyrus was strong in his own right, but anyone wouldn't be wrong to think that a daintier-looking man with graceful techniques, and sculpted legs couldn't take down a mammoth beast like Dion. The larger man also knew there was more to this rule than Cyrus was letting on, but as a loyal friend, he agreed anyway. Still, he never thought it would come to this.
"Don't look so upset. You'll ruin my moment!" Cyrus snarked.
Dion sat on his knees, trying to ignore the shame of being nude in front of the man that had bested him in combat. "At least he's naked too..." he comforted himself.
The loser lifted his head to look up at his friend. From this angle, Cyrus appeared like an Angel dropped from Heaven. Brazen in his tanned nudity, his toned thighs evenly supported his uncut manhood, and from there came his trail of dark blond curls that stopped just below his belly button. His abs were almost as defined as his own- almost- and those pecs were certainly inherited from his mother, with enough meat in them to tantalize the straightest of men. Dion had a fleeting thought to lick at Cyrus' hardened pink nipples, but that would defeat the purpose of resisting him.
Jutting out his bottom lip and widening his light brown eyes, Dion toyed with his aroused competitor. "Oh please don't make me suck your cock. I'll be a good boy. Promise!"
A low rumble vibrated in Cyrus' throat upon hearing such fighting words; he gripped the back of Dion's dark locs and titled him backward, "Talk like that again, and I'll really give you a good load..."
Dion pursued his badgering, biting his lower lip with glee, "You should see yourself. All flustered over words. It's no wonder you're scared of women if this is what it takes to knock you down!"
It's been said that some things can't be seen by the naked eye, for they are simply too swift to be taken notice of. In that moment, when Dion's final syllable escaped his lips, he suddenly found himself gargling around Cyrus' member, which felt as though it had grown in length and girth.
Dion had expected Cyrus to be more gentle, to stand patiently and let him take the reins, guiding his own mouth however he wished. But this was like a wild animal had possessed the smaller man into ravaging him with a vigor akin to a lion hunting deer.
Dion's face burned intensely, his brain was scrambling on how to escape the situation. What would he normally do when he was held in a headlock? Always try to pry out of it with his hands- they were nimble for a reason.
When Dion attempted to leave Cyrus' grip that had him thrusting back and forth along his shaft, his fingers encountered the winner's tight buttocks that were extremely cold from the sweat produced in their match. "Gah!" Cyrus gasped, feeling a finger press between his cheeks, tickling at his entrance, "You're touching me..."
Cyrus' movements slowed, which gave Dion a way out from his brutality. Pulling off of his cock, the dark-haired man spewed insults at his partner.
"...and you shouldn't use me like some common whore. There are brothels, you know!"
Cyrus could hear the targeted words, but he reminisced on the sensations his body experienced just seconds ago. It was like a wave of electricity that was running to make a large spark at the very tip of his cock, but missed by just an inch.
"I say we change the rules for punishment, if you're going to be so careless about them!"
"Yes," Cyrus agreed, kneeling down to meet his friend at eye-level, "This won't do..."
With one hand, Cyrus pressed against Dion's chest and guided him down to the ground. The loser asked what was going on, but Cyrus was still high on arousal to bother answering. Crawling up his body, Cyrus positioned his legs on either side of the man's body and lowered his bottom half on Dion's face, his firm rump introducing itself to his friend.
"I know you're good at this," Cyrus arched his back, "You told me once before..."
Dion got a deep whiff of the blond's scent which was not terrible. It reminded him of childhood even; it sent him back to the day when they were allowed to venture in the field right after a thunderstorm, and the pair yanked out wads of growing vegetables that led to their behinds suffering a proper beating. It was one of Dion's most cherished memories, which lost its innocence as it was now juxtaposed to eating out another man.
The loser's angular nose dug deeper into Cyrus' taint and inhaled, while his skillful tongue got a first taste of his taut entrance. He swirled around it first, savoring every crease circling the rim before gently sinking past the opening.
"Lord!" Cyrus cried, his cheeks flushing baby pink. His hips rolled desperately along his friend's head, entrusting he would not be crushed underneath his weight. The violent blowjob from earlier prevented Dion from attempting to fuck his hole any faster, but just the tiniest touch was enough motivation for Cyrus to empty his balls.
"Wait, stay down!" Cyrus ordered, to which Dion did with the exception of his elbows propping him up for support. Cyrus placed his knees on either side of his partner and stroked his member fiercely. It was pulsating with blue veins and pre cum had long been spilled as Dion can see it drooling off the slit. With two pumps and a choked whine, the blond ejaculated onto Dion's body, some splattered across his chest, and most of it directly on his mouth.
