He raises his hips from the bed as my hands slip his shorts away and immediately his young cock springs free. It slaps back against his dark, smooth belly in a single bound, the foreskin pulled half way back across the tip.
His crotch rose before me, white briefs bulging with what he had inside; the outline of his cock, fat and semi hard, the rim of its head showing clearly beneath the cotton. His jeans were at his ankles, he kicked them off.
Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs.
Matt's strong hand moves to my head and he holds my head in his palm. He is pushing me down, sliding me down his body. He is doing the same to Ted. Matt raises his back a little and my other arm is free.
As he stretched up to reach as high into the tree as he could his tee shirt lifted from his jeans and I was immediately rewarded with the sight of his tanned back. His spine showed through his skin, not a hint of fat anywhere and a line of dark hair ran into the waste band of his trousers.
He probed beneath them, tickling that part between balls and arsehole and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. My wrists strained against the cord that tied me and I thrashed my head from side to side. The pleasure was almost unbearable.