Eliot Prince
Row, row, row your boat. And get your ass eaten by your former stepdad, too…
Just kidding. That nursery rhyme would never pass the smell test. (For many reasons.) But as I propel us up the creek and his tongue touches my skin, I am greeted by a sublime and surreal thought: my ass is about to be entered by the dude who used to be my mom’s husband.
Oooooh. I have no more time to think, because he’s good. Very good. Fuck. I guess his experience is a huge boost. As I try to paddle, his tongue flicks against my hole for a minute, teasing and playing and threatening. I’ve never felt, or done, anything like this.
“Whoa,” I moan. “You’re good.”
His body is stretched out before me, his head under my ass. He reaches up and starts exploring me, nearly worshipping me, like he’s at an altar and I am a statue of the Madonna or something.
“Jesus, your body is perfect. Are you an athlete?”
“Used to be a swimmer. Every day. It fucking sucked.”
“It shows,” he says, and then as I watch, my nipple disappears between two of his fingers.
“Mhmm,” I moan, my head falling back. He caresses it, then pinches it fairly hard, igniting my nerve endings like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Dear God, if he’s this good with my nipples, what is he going to do to my dick?
“Kiss me,” I groan, and he pushes himself up and kisses me hard, almost desperately. I feel anxious for his attention in a way I don’t understand. I want him to go and go and go and never stop.
Then he retreats back down my body, resting with his back against the floor of the canoe again. He takes his cock in his hand as his tongue goes deeper. Oh, Jesus – his tongue just went in. He’s no longer licking me, he’s fucking me with his tongue, jamming it in there with his entire face.
“Fuck,” he says during a break, when my eyes are rolled back into my head. “You’ve got a nice hole, Eliot. Very tight and nice.”
“Thanks,” I vaguely respond, trying not to clench my legs together. The sun on his sweaty, hairy torso, his thick cock in his own hands, the delicious naughtiness of the whole thing – it’s too much.
Except that it was just the start. Soon he reaches up and takes the tip of my dick, and pumps me as he enters me with his tongue. I’ve never, in my life, had a guy do anything like this to me.
“Oh, yes,” he says as his mouth devours me, and I can see his eyes below me now – I guess he’s watching my reaction. “Look at those muscles pump in your chest while you paddle. Fuck, this is hot.”
Something starts to rumble deep down, and I know I’m about to come. I clench my abs instead. “Fuck, daddy…”
He pauses. I stop rowing, and we drift over to the side of the creek. Everything is silent.
“What?” he asks, and I’m so ashamed I stare off at nothing.
“I, um…God, sorry, it’s just something I blurted out. It’s been in my head. You know, like, daddy, that gay slang term?”
His eyes, directly below my balls, are unreadable.
“Did I weird you out?”
“Perhaps,” he says, his eyes hardening. “But not enough to stop.”
“Really?”
“You’re irresistible, Eliot. Now get ready for my thumb to be inside you.”
“What?”
Without responding he spits on his large thumb and then buries it down to the knuckle, and that’s it – I feel the seal break inside me, and I come.
I lean back, moaning and gasping, as he leans in and collects every bit of come on his face. I look down and see my product all over his handsome features, and that’s when something happens that has never happened before – I feel a strange whoosh inside me, and then my body clenches again, and honest to God, I have a second orgasm, milliseconds after the first. My eyes close again, and I feel myself spurt all over his mouth as he collects every pump.
Jesus Christ – for the first time, I just came twice in a row. I only ever thought women could have double orgasms. And here I am, having one in broad daylight, in a fucking canoe.
“You okay?” Robert asks as I paint against the bow of the boat.
“Yeah, um…shit,” I breathe. “Did you see that?”
“I did. It seems you came twice.”
“Is that even a thing that happens?”
“It is now,” he shrugs. “Get used to it. Now come with me.”
“Huh?”
“We’re parking the canoe. There’s a waterfall I want to show you. I saw it on the map in the kitchen.”
“Really? Now? With come all over your face?”
“Monroe Falls. I think it’s right up the hill. And Eliot? I can wash off my face up there, you know.”
My body is numb as we tie the canoe to a tree and head up the trail. Even though I feel spent, I still feel charged being next to him, especially when we’re both shirtless in nature – it feels strangely caveman-esque. And it only gets stronger.
Ugh. I’ve never been attracted to a person like this. I don’t just want to kiss him – I want to run to him as ‘80s pop music plays and wrap my legs around him. I don’t just want to lay with him, I want to tangle myself in him and stroke his chest hair while he tells me all his darkest secrets. And I don’t just want to hook up with him, I want him to do things I’ve never had anyone do.
The trail dumps us into a large open area, and the white noise coming from over a small hill tells me we’re close. The air gets cooler as we climb, and soon we’re staring at a genuine North Carolina mountain waterfall. A small stream tumbles probably twenty feet into a deep area, and a trash-strewn picnic site next to the boulders tell me people were just here. It’s private now, though, and I can’t wait to make out with Robert in the frigid Carolina water.
I turn to him. “What are you waiting for? Take off your bathing suit.”
He looks from side to side. “…Here? You’re sure?”
“Robert. When’s the next time you’re going to be alone with another guy next to a scenic mountain waterfall? This, like, isn’t real.”
“Good point. You get naked too, though.”
“I’m already on it.”
I watch him climb out of his trunks and expose that big fat thing I love so much, then I do the same. Finally I run into the water, which is freezing, and will result in major shrinkage. Oh, well – Robert has already seen my cock. If he disapproved, he wouldn’t still be here.
I swim to where the water hits the surface, then just bob around for a while. I’ve never been this relaxed, this carefree. He makes me feel easy. When I come up for air, he is standing on a ledge next to the falls, just watching me.
“What?” I ask, shaking my hair.
“Nothing. You just make me feel young again.”
“And you make me feel horny again.”
“Of course. That, too.”
He smiles, his eyes shining against the falls.
And that’s when I do it. I forget about all the things holding us back. I forget about the past weighing us down. I forget about the barricades ahead in our future. I swim over, desperately climb up the boulder, grab him by his face, and let my lips dissolve into his.
My body falls against his. He gasps and wraps his hands in my hair, and I press my chest against his so tightly I can feel his heartbeat. We writhe and sway together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. For a long time I just dissolve into the kiss, letting him take me off into the clouds. This isn’t a kiss, this is Camelot – this is magic.
This is Robert.
But how long can the magic of one kiss last? How long until the real world comes crashing down on our shoulders? How long until reality breaks the spell?
On the way back to the canoe, he offers me his hand. I smile and take it. And this time, I don’t let go.