"I can't stay." He heard.
Tanner turned and looked down at Brady. They had snuck out the back door to his house and into the woods behind his backyard. In the dense foliage, he felt safe enough to hold the blonde's hand without fear of being caught. The distance wasn't too far but they finally came to a fort that was built when he was just a kid. Seacat, Rascal, and another friend had spent over a week and finally put together a structure up a large tree that was missing a wall. Where the wall should have been was a lip that hung over a deep pool of water below. Simple, yet the place had been when of his favorite memories of actually getting dirty. He didn't like to get dirty so this was saying something.
Brady and himself were holding hands and sitting on the ledge, looking down at the water. When he spoke, Tanner felt confused by his statement. Tilting his head, stared at Brady. Finally, Brady met his eyes and a pained look was spread across his face. Not knowing why, but he felt hurt and scared at the same time. He had a feeling this was where his dream was to be shattered. Releasing his hand, scooted away from the blonde. Looking down at the water he was able to see the expression on Brady's face. It was clear that he was in pain as well.
"What do you mean?" he asked, after a moment.
A look of indecision was written all over his face. He bit his lip and looked down thinking hard about something. Figuring this had something to do with Mac, he felt heat rise within him. He was far from a violent person. He hated to even get in the littlest of arguments. But for some reason he felt an urge to tell her to go away and let Brady be. Sure he could take care of him, Tanner wanted to tell him this, but words refused to come out. For once, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"Tanner," he began, reaching out and taking hold of his hand, "I can't really explain much just that I can't stay here forever. I have to get back to my home somehow. No one knows where I'm at and I'm sure my dad is worried sick. The worst part is I can't text him, write him, or even call him." He growled looking away.
Not sure what he meant by "text" he decided to keep quiet.
"Mac and I were in a relationship, but she's going off somewhere else and I don't feel that much for her anymore. I've never been in one with another dude, but…" he halted and looked at him.
He gave Brady a dazzling smile and squeezed his hand harder.
"I have to get back somehow. Though," he turned and pulled him in closer, their noses almost touching, blue eyes locking onto his hazel. "Not for Mac, but for my dad. He's all alone." He said earnestly, almost sounding like a plea.
Tanner leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, keeping his eyes open. Forehead crinkling, Brady pushed forward in a rush. Surprised, he toppled backyards. Panicking, he reached out and grabbed Brady's arm. All that seemed to do was pull him along. They fell off the lip and plunged into the water below. Water surged into his mouth as he gasped at the cool liquid hitting his body. He had forgotten that this was spring water, and therefor much colder than he was used to. Brady's eyes were wide as he looked at him from under the water. Luckily, there were no dangers in this spot. Deep enough that they didn't hit any rocks. Having fallen cleanly off the lip of the fort, they didn't even get any scrapes from structure on the way down.
Surging upward, he took in a deep breath of air. A moment later, Brady surfaced. Smirking, he splashed the boy and swam to the shoreline. He was tugged backward as something grabbed his foot. Turning, he grinned at Brady and tried to pull away. Grip as strong as ever, he succeeded in finally wrapping him in his arms. Kissing him, he slightly swam backward. Only half trying to get away, he found himself touching something that wasn't skin. Startled, he looked over and realized it was just the rope that hung down from the tree. Brady chuckled and Tanner took the opportunity to grab the rope.
Before Tanner knew what he was doing, Brady had the rope tied around Tanner's wrists. Hard, but not enough to be a bother or cause pain. Wriggling his eyebrows, Brady moved in and kissed him. Automatically, Tanner felt himself stiffen downstairs, as if knowing what this was going to turn into. A hand dropped below the surface and he felt a tug on his shorts. The hand wrapped around him, and Brady's eyes widened in shock and in amusement.
"You're already ready to go." He whispered, tugging at his length a couple of times.
The coolness of the water had made him shrink somewhat, but as he expanded the cold seemed to recede from his body. There was a pinch at his nipple as a hand reached under shirt and snaked upward. Another reached around pushed between his shorts and his butt. Long fingers trailed down each cheek and finally a finger poked into the crevice. Continuing along, the reached further and tugged at his nuts. Groaning, he closed his eyes as he felt his top button on his shorts pop open. A moment later, he felt his body being raised. Opening his eyes, he watched as Brady pulled the rope until his arms were above his head and his waist line was no longer submerged in the water.
Looking down, he watched at Brady lightly tugged at his shorts and they finally came off, leaving his lower half completely exposed to the elements. Pushing himself away Brady bobbed in the water staring at his had cock that was throbbing from each heartbeat. Grinning, he swam around again until he was out of sight. The water lapped at his backside as he felt the heat from Brady's body as he approached. A set of lips pressed against the small of his back and slowly lowered until below the tailbone. Feeling each of his cheeks slightly grabbed, he spread them as much as he could himself. Brady chuckled behind him and a hand reached under and came to rest in the area between his nuts and his entrance.
There was a heave and the hand pressed upward and he felt his entire butt lift out of the water. The hot summer air pressed in around his naked skin. His dick was now half out of the water itself. As the coolness vanish, it became harder and grew a bit more no longer confined by the cooler temperature. Hot breath pressed into his crack and the hot wetness of a tongue pushed inside him. He let out a loud groan, unconsciously pushing his read back for better access. He gasped as a hand suddenly gripped his cock and squeezed tightly. Shaking, he tried to thrust forward, but was halting by the rope he hung from. Growling, he tried again and a chuckle came from behind.
"What?" asked Brady, his voice low. The effect was startling.
"Brady…" he whined, trying to thrust forward again.
"Hmm?" came a muffled reply as the tongue once more pushed into his opening.
"Ugh..me.."he pleaded.
"Say that again?" he asked, removing his tongue.
"Touch me, please." He urged, failing to thrust again, still refusing to accept the lack of action.
"Does it feel good Tanner?" he mumbled, slowly moving his hand up and down his length.
"Yes…"he moaned, as his foreskin finally was pushed to the base, revealing his head to the air.
The tongue pushed in again with more force as his hand moved a bit faster on the length. Shaking, he closed his eyes and listened to the slurps and heavy breathing that came from behind. A finger pushed inside tentatively, pressing at the walls. Feeling the hand on his cock coming to an abrupt halt and growled and tried to turn himself around. A second finger was added and touched on the lump that caused his body to shudder. Gasping, he pushed his ass as far back as possible. After a moment, Brady reached up and he felt his wrists come free from the confinement. Immediately he turned and charged forward, noticing Brady was completely nude, clothes floating off to the side.
Pressing forward, he forced his tongue inside the Blonde's mouth as he caught him. There was a smile, then things began to escalate quickly. Grunting, he ground his uncut cock into the one below. This time Brady gasped as Tanner reached down and pressed his thumb into his hole. Letting out his own as Brady mirrored the action. Rutting harder, he felt his climax without warning. Glancing down, he watched as streams of cum shot out of his cock and float through the water in misty white clouds. A moment later, Brady grunted as his load erupted from his own cock. He noticed that the foreskin still covered Brady's head as the stream mixed with Tanner's and finally almost made it impossible to see through the water at their junk.
Panting, he glanced up and smiled at Brady, who was watching the white misty cloud slowly drift off to the center of the pool.