#[guysofservice]

Dean had Donovan perched up above, back to his chest, riding him. “You keep saying that and we’re gonna be up all night, baby.” Dean cooed, running his hands down Donovan’s muscular thighs. The man’s body was a temple from all the time he spent in the water. He couldn’t help but let his hands explore him every chance they got. The slaps of skin on skin, ass hitting the base of his cock had Dean’s eyes rolling in the back of his head. “Anyone ever tell you that you take cock like a champ? Not many people have the stamina for me.” The pair had been at it for at least an hour. The sheen of their bodies was evidence enough. There was no evidence that they’d be stopping any time soon.

Setting up camp was a very familiar ritual for Rhys. He practically came right out of the womb able to pitch a tent. His father being a ranger, it was in his DNA. But today was going to be a nice relaxed day. Today, he's taking Rick out for a weekend of private intimacy in the outdoors. He knew just the spot a little off the beaten path where he knew no one really travelled through. Best of all, Rick would be doing a majority of the hard manual labor of setting up the tent and campfire while Rhys relaxed and soaked in the sun.