Page 103 of Shroom for Improvement

Naked!

His feet slapped the stone as he reached an arm forward into the waterfall’s jet. Evidently he decided it was the right kind of warmth or pressure or whatever, because the next moment his entire body was underneath it.

He squeegeed the runoff from his face, and wetted it again. Then held his arms out to the sides, parting the water.

The breaks in the flow looked like wings beneath him.

Magpie wings.

So breathtakingly beautiful. All of him.

I bumped up to the side and pulled myself out, somewhat less gracefully than Sonny had. The roar of the waterfall masked my footsteps. He didn’t open his eyes until I was beside him,standing just behind the stream. He passed his gaze from the top of my curls to my toes and back up again, and held eye contact.

I reached a hand around his neck, tilted his face down, and kissed him.

He didn’t hesitate. He simply kissed me back. Soft lips and cool water and gentle fingertip touches along his jaw, along the juncture of his neck and shoulder, down his ribs.

My cock responded—his did too—but we ignored them in favour of the slow, sweeping grazes and lingering kisses. We had to pause the kiss every few seconds to breathe in through our mouths, and it was everything I could do to stop myself pulling him down to the rock surface and climbing over him.

We couldn’t speak, the crashing water too noisy to hear anything else.

Sonny placed his palms against my chest and gently pushed me back a few steps, so we were standing in the hollow space carved into the soft rock by the waterfall. It was about the size of a typical bedroom and tapered backwards to an area so dark it was impossible to see the far side, but it wasn’t fully enclosed on the other sides. Daylight poured in through cracks—some wide enough to walk through—in the cavern walls.

He kissed me again. Pushed his tongue into my mouth, then just as quickly stopped, and shoved me another two steps backward.

Holy crap, it was really happening. The compass had really taken us to a glittering waterfall for BJs. My cock went from half-hard to full-mast in a millisecond.

Sonny clocked it. His eyes grew wider. He took his own thickening cock in his hand and gave it a few lazy pumps. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His groan was lost to the crash of the waterfall.

I froze on the spot. Torn between wanting to close the gap between us, drop to my knees for him, and watch him stroke himself to completion.

He didn’t let me do any of those things. Instead, he retrained his focus on me, popped his tongue out the side of his mouth to mop up a drip, and disappeared behind the waterfall... well, in front of it. He dove back into the pool, leaving me bereft but smiling.

I followed him through the stream, standing there for a few moments, framed by the cascading water. I needed him to see everything he did to me—every way my body reacted to his—before I jumped in too.

That was the first time I ever cannonballed with a full boner. I couldn’t dive. Wasn’t as graceful or lithe as Sonny. I’d end up smashing my head on the bottom of the pool, not slicing the surface open and slipping in seamlessly like he had.

Sonny laughed and wiped the splash water from his face. But as soon as I could get close to him again, I did, and kiss-pushed him to the edge. The shore began to taper up. When we were waist height, Sonny wrapped his legs around my hips and I lost the last remaining tether to my control. My lips smashed into his. His back bumped against the rocks, head falling backwards. My hands were in his hair, my tongue in his mouth.

He whined and rocked his hips upwards, seeking friction against my stomach.

We could so easily fuck like this. Gods, I wanted that, and we had talked about preferences, hadn’t we? The end of my cock nudged at his hole, but I restrained myself from thrusting against him. Took everything I had, but we were in the middle of nowhere with no condoms or lube. And did lube even work underwater? Or did we need a special kind of lube?

The same thoughts seemed to be travelling through Sonny’s head. He pushed a flattened palm between us. “I want you to fuck me so badly right now.”

“I do too,” I said, giving in to the teeniest amount of temptation and rocking my hips so my cock slid along the groove of his ass. I cried out.

Sonny caught my jaw in his hand and watched the ecstasy play over my features.

“But that’s not what the compass brought us here to do.” He spun his entire body around so his back was against my front, and he started pulling himself out. In slow motion. Pausing briefly when his ass was level with my face. I made no attempt to hide my groan.

Damn, his ass was perfect. Fucking perfect. And all it would take was for me to reach forward, pin his hips still, and I’d be eating him out. But he was on the rocks, fully out of the water, and on his back before I had a chance to act on it. I clambered out. Tried to cover how ungraceful I was by lying next to him and melding our faces together.

“I don’t think so,” he said, smiling against my mouth. He rolled onto his side and away from me and got to his feet. His cock hung in the air between us.

Sonny wrapped his fingers around it and dragged them to the head. He whined. “Oh, fuck, it feels so good to finally touch it like this. I’ve missed wanking. So much. I’ll never take fucking my own fist for granted ever again. We could come here to wank, and Jenny wouldn’t see, but we could watch each other.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I said, realising my hand was also sliding up and down my cock.

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