Dirty Hike

I'd kept up my assault on Mark's asshole this whole time, slowing somewhat as I attended to his dick, but keeping up a decent rhythm. He looked at me, and I released my grip on his dick, raising my cum-covered hand to my face as I did so. Locking eyes with him, I slowly licked from wrist to fingertip, slurping up his semen as I did so.

"You nasty fucker," Mark said, but as he let out the last word I gave a colossal shove into his ass. The taste of his cum had driven me wild with lust, and several pile-driving thrusts followed as my cock engorged still further inside him.

"You're damn right I'm a nasty fucker! And you - fucking - love - it!" Each word punctuated by a further pound down his shit hole. With a final thrust and wild yell I came again, deep in his ass; panting, filthy, and loving every second of it.

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And that's pretty much the good stuff. We lay next to each in the filth for a while, but then as it was starting to get dusky we quickly found a more solid path to what was left of the pool and were able to skinny dip and wash off a bit. After a bit of drinking back at the campsite we passed out, then went back to the pool the next morning to attempt to wash a bit more before our return to civilization. The hike back was uneventful, though we each nearly forgot we were no longer making a game out of who could piss first. We actually got back to our cars without seeing anyone else for the whole trip, and after a bit of casual horseplay in the parking lot we went our separate ways. We got together after that of course, but nothing quite so wild as this hike!