The memory of having my mouth used could easily have been confused and forgotten along with my other hypothermia dreams, but the young wildman wasn't done with me. The next time I woke, I felt like I was freezing my ass off despite the fact that the fire was as high as ever and my body was pouring sweat. As my senses returned, I felt a weight on my chest that was a lot heavier than just blankets.
I forced my eyes open and saw the wildman staring back, inches from my face. He was lying chest-to-chest on top of me, using my pecs to brace himself as he rocked his beastly body all over mine, mashing our hardening cocks together. I was ashamed at how incredible his warmth felt on me. I'd never felt so small and helpless in my life, but I didn't try to make him stop.
I don't know if it was the fever or the tea, but the wildman's veiny man meat rubbing up and down my waking pole soon had me feeling better than anything else had in a long, long time. I reached my hands up to his fuzzy hips, thinking to push him off, but the soft curve of his ass under my fingers made my hand slow down. As if by instinct, I gripped him tighter and started sliding him over my body like he was a sex toy from the Big & Tall department. I kept telling myself to stop, but my judas cock couldn't help but throb in response to his sweat-lubed efforts. The witless young stallion kept looking down at me, smiling under his beard like we were buddies, giggling at how weekly I tried to control his superior body.
Slowly, the wildman ran his tongue across my chest, stopping to suck and bite at my tits. My nipples got hard as hell under his warm breath and it was like nothing I'd ever felt. Nobody had ever paid them so much attention before, including me, so I made no move to stop him. I groaned when the wildman moved on and moved down the lap at the sweat in the doughy cum gutters that used to be my abs. When he reached my privates, I thought he was going to suck me, but instead he took my rigid pole in hand and kept moving his face lower until his mouth was on my taint and he was snuffling my balls like a truffle pig. He looked up into my eyes as he sucked one of my nuts into his wet mouth, then smiled when it plopped out and he slurped in the other one. The man I was raised to be wants to claim that the feeling of his curly beard on my inner thighs was such a reminder of masculinity that I snapped out of some trance, but the truth is that it felt fucking fantastic and I was suddenly afraid of how much I wanted his mouth to keep going.
When the wildman's wet tongue hit my hole, a surge of fear gave me the strength to shout something awful and kick him off me. He looked hurt, like he didn't understand why I wouldn't let him make me feel better, as I had done for him. Confused and frightened by my anger, he turned around on his knees and put his ass in the air as a peace offering. In my delirium, I made a bad decision.
Frightened and confused, I lashed out wildly and accidentally kicked the wildman's injured thigh. Blood sprayed everywhere and the young barbarian scrambled away from me, screaming like I'd not only tried to kill him but broken his heart. The first thing he could get his hand on was one of the wet boots he'd taken off me, and he threw it at my face. Enough of my reflexes remained that I managed to deflect it, but there was nothing I could do when the other boot hit me in the balls except scream.
I curled up in pain, knowing I might have just made the last fuck up of my life. The wildman got to his feet and screamed incoherently as he ran around trashing the room like a coked-up rock star. I could hardly blame him. He'd saved my life and tried to make us both feel good, but I'd rejected him and then attacked him when after he surrendered to me.
When the pacing wildman came back to stand over me and scream some more, for the first time in a long time, I realized that I didn't want to die.
One more thing the best of us develop on military deployment is a willingness to admit when we're defeated and do what it takes to survive. With a grunt, I threw my leg over to roll onto my side, then laid face down and crawled my knees up under me until my ass was in the air. Forgetting dignity, I put my face on the floor, reached back, and spread my hairy ass cheeks for the wildman.
The roar of the fireplace was the only sound in the room while I lay there with my crack wide open. When the cold air made my sweaty pucker contract, I heard the barbarian youth grunt a laugh. I hadn't dared look at him and didn't know how close he was until I felt him spit on my asshole.
