#bradholbrook

The campground was small enough to not feel overly crowded like a city would, but still sprawling to a degree that it seemed like Jason met new guys every day he was there. Men of all different kinds, too. That was part of Riverbend’s appeal to him.

Jason recognized Brad from around, but he never quite got around to introducing himself. It wasn’t for a lack of interest; you would be hard-pressed to find a boy cuter than Brad. That boyish face, those dark curls, a tight little body... nothing to dislike on him. After a chance meeting by the lake earlier that day, they got to talking and found themselves hanging out all day. Now here they were, within the confines of Jason’s private cabin, dancing around the very obvious reason for them both being there.

“I got some stuff in my fridge if you’re thirsty—” Jason says from the kitchenette, buying himself time to think of how to proposition his adorable guest. Brad seemed young enough that he could’ve plausibly still been a virgin, and he didn’t want to coerce him into something he wasn’t ready for. (And that was saying nothing of his long, thick cock, which intimidated even the most sexually experienced...) But on that same token, Jason wasn’t naive enough to think that the  younger guys these days weren’t sexually active. Especially not the ones here, it seemed. He had a feeling there was a mutual interest between them, but he needed to be sure before making a move.