Young Love
Elizabeth Marshall
They walked beneath arched green branches, bumping shoulders, each shove harder.
"Stop!"
Jim leaned in again.
"Don't--" It was a game they'd played before. Seizing a whippy branch, Tom stripped it of leaves.
Jim bent over, trembling hands braced against a convenient log, and Tom's switch licked him, once, twice and again.
"Stop, don't! I'll do anything!"
Tom was upon him then, fingers slick with spit, cock slick with pre cum. He caught Jim's cock and they cried out together as Tom slumped, panting, over Jim's back. This time Tom dared a kiss to Jim's shoulder before Jim shrugged free.
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