The Coming Rain Part IV (Conclusion)

Evan slid down onto his knees behind Ashleigh, sliding his hands slowly up and down the boy's thighs, and just looked at the round, fleshy globes in front of his eyes. They looked soft and smooth, and called out to Evan's hands and mouth for his attention. As he reached up, his heart fluttered and his fingertips landed on the sexy globes and felt just how soft they were. As Ashleigh felt his skin being touched, he closed his eyes and ran his teeth over the corner of his bottom lip, enjoying the sensation. Evan ran his hands over every inch of the warm pert bottom that displayed itself perfectly in front of him. He licked his whetted lips, and leaned in with his head, placing his tongue half-way up the milky thigh that stood before him, licking upwards a bit then stopping. It moved back downwards a little and a bit towards the inner thigh, then pressed against the skin and was dragged upwards again. The lips moved downwards to the spot where the tongue had first touched the skin and kissed its dampness. Ashleigh's entire willpower was straining, begging for the tongue to be higher up, the feeling of that tounge nestled between his soft, sweet cheeks welled up in his mind and turned the ecstasy of each lick and kiss into dull agony.

Mercifully, the tongue finally reached the very bottom of his right cheek. His hands reached up again, each one's fingertips gripping the soft, firm flesh there, and prized the pair of globes apart gently. The hidden space between them was revealed to him, its soft, untanned smoothness beamed back at him, and he followed the trail between the cheeks downwards to his delicious looking little hole. He moved his eyes back up to the top of the newly revealed skin, and placed a kiss on its bare whiteness. He moved his head a little lower and kissed again, and again. His head now pressed against the flesh, he began moving lower and lower, hungrily kissing at the skin, until he came to that tight deliciousness he was working towards. He let his tongue out of his mouth flat, like he was eating an ice cream, and ate. He licked the hole softly, upwards first, then downwards. Ashleigh gasped as his desparate imagination gave way to the real feeling of Evan's tongue between his big ass-cheeks. Then he moaned softly, eyes still closed, hands resting against the tree in front of him as he felt the pleasure of the man's tongue pressed onto him from behind, sliding up and down in between his cheeks. He moaned again. Evan's hands slid onto his thighs, then onto his hips, and then back again. All the while, his tongue licked and licked, uninterrupted, unhurried, revelling in the subject of its attention.

After enduring what seemed like an age of dull ecstasy, Ashleigh felt the tongue slide upwards as Evan got up. His tongue slid onto his lower back, his hands touched his waist and his hips. The hands slid upwards, Evan's lips now pressed against Ashleigh's neck again, and the arms wrapped around his stomach, holding him tight.

'Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this!' he thought, 'I barely even know him...' while his imagination was again stoked by the lack of attention his ass received, and the bareness of it in the pleasant, cooling evening. The rain continued to patter on the deserted, rain-soaked country moor all around them, and Ashleigh arched his back, his bum sticking out in the air, rubbing from side to side slowly, grinding against Evan's aroused naked member. Evan's hands slid apart and ended up on Ashleigh's waist, moving onto his back, his ass, then letting go of him. He took a step back, tore a sachet of lube, rubbed some on his cock, and the rest he rubbed from his finger onto Ashleigh's little hole. Then, without warning, he slid a lubed finger inside slowly, drawing another moan from Ashleigh's lips, a little louder this time. In his other hand, his girthy cock throbbed in lustful desire, and he stepped forwards. Ashleigh stood square to him against the tree, giving him his body and looking over his shoulder at him, desire and expectation on his face. Evan breathed deep, pressed the head of his cock against Ashleigh's sweet entrance, and pushed.

It slid deep inside, and the tightness pushed the breath from Evan's chest. The boy let out another moan, lounder again than before, followed by another with his lips clenched tightly, muffling it. The tightness, the fullness squirmed through his body as he felt the wonderful penetration soothing the ache of emptiness that gripped him inside. As he slid almost all the way out, a moan from Evan joined those of Ashleigh as the two shared their pleasure, and Evan plunged back inside, filling up Ashleigh's tight little asshole and bringing him even more pleasure. He felt the boy's ass tense and tighten up a bit with the feeling, and his cock throbbed harder and harder, the head beating and swelling, aroused further by the moans of pure pleasure that it was skilfully extracting from the dirty blonde's sexy mouth.

His hands pressed up against the tree, the dark, cute man behind him, Ashleigh turned his head sideways and glanced over his shoulder again. Those lips reached towards his and they kissed again, all the while he felt Evan grinding into him from behind. He closed his eyes and let the sensations of the lips and the sex wash over his body. He felt pleasure building up in his stomach, and it quickly moved lower. His leg began to twitch and shake, and Evan grabbed and massaged it as they kissed. The lips parted, and Ashleigh spoke, looking over his shoulder at the man behind.

"Mmh... You're going to make me come..." he said as a look of agonised pleasure swelled up in his eyes and engulfed his face. Moans were joined by sighs, and Evan continued with the rhythm that was leading the sexy boy to an intense orgasm. Then Ashleigh began a moan and stopped, went silent for a second, and came moaning loudly and bucking back onto Evan's rock-hard cock. From behind, he gripped Ashleigh's waist and practically melted inside him as he felt the hole tightening and spasming on his cock as it came hard. Waves of hot pleasure rose up inside the boy and then crashed over him in bliss, one after the other. When he eventually cooled and calmed from the grip of the climax, he felt those strong hands holding him tight by the waist.

Without a sound, the pair turned, Evan's back now against the tree and Ashleigh's back pressed against his front, and sat against the trunk. Ashleigh sat between Evan's legs and looked backwards, feeling the arms that still held him, and the pair began kissing again in an embrace that suggested they might like to do this again. If they could have torn themselves from each other's lips, they might have wondered when it had stopped raining...

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