I knelt up and he swung around, removing my pants and slowly exposing my nine-inch weapon before lying on his front to service it with his mouth. I told him to go nice and slow and he did just that, taking my meat so deep into his throat that he began to gag. He gave extraordinary head. The sensation was sleazy. I have seldom felt such a deep sense of pure desire for another person. I found myself running my feet over the arch of his back, wondering how long I could hold off before the need to fuck him became way too intense to ignore. I laid on my back and instructed him to face the other way and straddle me so that I could eat him out while we both jerked ourselves off, slowly sinking into a state of profound erotic bliss. Ethan squatted on all fours and thrust his butt towards me so invitingly that I was helpless to do anything other than kneel butt him and slide my throbbing, unprotected dong inside. I was soon thrusting in and out of him, highly aroused by the sight of my dark, tanned skin against his milk-white, innocent flesh. His hole was so goddamned tight. The muscles inside his butt clung to my penis like a clamp. Riding him was a sensation. I went harder and harder, varying the speed and intensity of my thrusts to keep the man on his toes. He grabbed hold of a sleeping bag and clung on to it for dear life. With gritted teeth I went to town on his beautiful booty, ripping into it with my hungry rod, slowly inching towards the magical point of no return. This was surely the start of something extraordinary.