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Adam relaxed into the ground, never happier in his life to be naked down by the riverbank. He at least had a towel to cover him, thanks to his new pal, the man who had pulled him out of the river. Tom Wilson.
The man was sat next to him, enjoying the silence, aparrently basking in the sun. Adam wasn't too sure what he had been doing before he'd found him, but he guessed that wasn't really any of his business. Plus, who was he to ask while he was wrapped in his towel, sitting in his camp, drinking his whiskey?
Adam took another swallow, his hands trembling a little as he brought the cup to his lips. Of course, he just had to pick one of the coldest days of the fall season, so far, to.. how had Tom put it? "Go for a swim".
"Hey.." Tom noticed, moving a little closer to him. "You're shaking, cowboy."
"Yeah.." Adam sighed, holding out his hand for Tom to take a closer look. "Not much I can do about that."
Tom chuckled, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. "Scuse' my disagreeing, but there's always somethin' you can do!" He reached for his whiskey bottle and poured more in Adam's cup, then took a small swig, himself. "There. How's that?"
Adam shrugged, smiling in amusement. "S' your whiskey." He replied, holding the glass up before taking another sip. Tom reached over and tilted the cup back, forcing Adam to drink a bit more than he was intending.
When he pulled his hand away and allowed Adam to put down the cup, Adam stared at him for a moment. Tom was still as friendly as ever, smiling at him.
"Why'd you do that?" he curiously asked, the alcohol starting to burn the back of his throat, ever so slightly.
Tom threw up his hands. "You seem so serious, buddy. Maybe a bit of drinking'll loosen ya up, huh?" He clapped Adam on the shoulder, moving as naturally as if he were one of Adam's brothers, who did that all the time. Had he gotten a bit closer?
Adam ignored it. "Eh, maybe you're right."
"That's the spirit!" Tom encouraged, patting him on the shoulder again. Adam slowly nodded.
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Ten minutes passed.
Adam had never been one for talking, really, but he didn't mind listening. He sipped his drink, he listened, he laughed, occasionally nodded and 'uh-huh"d in response. When his drink was finished, and Tom had finished his latest story about being chased out of a Cheyenne hunting ground he'd managed to find his way into, Adam set his drink beside him and started to stand up.
"What're you doing, there?" Tom asked, curiously grabbing his towel before he got too far.
Adam turned towards him, a little sluggishly. There was a haziness he hadn't noticed before gathering in his head, the alcohol affecting him a little more than he thought it was. "My clothes are probably dry by now." He explained, pointing over to where Tom had set his clothes down to dry. He tried to step away, figuring that was a good enough explanation, but Tom pulled him back.
"No, no, you better let me check 'em for you. Like I said.. in that outfit, y'might not be too safe wandering out into the open." Tom stood up, too, getting in front of Adam.
Adam looked at him quizically, for a moment, but it all mostly made sense when Tom took his hand and helped lower him back down onto the ground, helpfully placing Adam's hand on his thigh once he was seated. Adam scratched his head, relaxing back into the ground. "Oh, yeah.. thanks, Tom." He finally said, bracing his hands on both sides of his body. His head was spinning a little more than he'd thought it was.
Tom suddenly put a hand on his forehead, then felt his cheeks. "You're still a little cold, huh?"
Adam felt warm, really, but Tom's hands felt so warm to the touch, that he must've been cold by comparison. He shrugged. "I guess so.. you don't think I have hypothermia, do you?" He asked, urgently searching Tom's face for an answer.
"Woah, buddy! No need to be so nervous, alright, Adam? Here." Tom passed him the whole bottle of whiskey; it was half full. He patted Adam's hand, helpfully closing his fingers around it. "Take that. That's a prescription. I'll just check on your clothes and be right back, okay?"
Adam looked at the bottle, hesitantly looking back at Tom. "You sure? I don't wanna take all your whiskey.."
"I'm sure. Drink up!" Tom called back to him, already walking towards his clothes.
Adam quietly looked at the bottle, left with his thoughts. Well.. how often did he get a chance to just sit around, talk, and drink like this, anyway? He opened it and took another long swig, allowing the alcohol to flow down his throat. For the road, he thought - Tom would be coming back with his dry clothes, soon, and they could get going.
He hardly heard a thing, when Tom came up behind him - he just felt when Tom put his hand on his head and ruffled his hair, startling him.
"Oh!" Adam chuckled, looking back at Tom. "Well, are we ready to go?"
"Fraid not, cowboy. Your clothes are still a bit wet.. doubt you wanna be cold on your way back, too." Tom stepped over the log he was leaning on and sat back down beside him, so close his thigh was nearly touching Adam's. Had he been this close before? Tom took the bottle from him before he had much of a chance to think about it, quickly taking a swig straight from the bottle. "Whew!"
Adam chuckled at him. "You do a lotta drinking, huh?"
"Course! Little now and then not only keeps the body healthy, but the spirit, too." Tom suddenly put his hand on his cheek again, making Adam's mind go blank. "You don't drink as often, though, do ya?"
Adam laughed, but he was really focused on Tom's hand - he wasn't moving it away, this time. "..I still feel cold?"
"Hmm." Tom left it there for a moment. Then, he trailed his hand down to Adam's chest, rubbing his chest hair with his fingertips. "You'd think you'd be warm, with all this fur."
Adam felt his cheeks get warm, finally; Tom took notice, chuckling and continuing to play with his chest hair. "Jeez." He continued, feeling around and 'accidentally' brushing Adam's nipple. "What are you, part bear?"
"Uhh.." Adam weakly chuckled, trying to figure out what was going on. "Don't think so.. but, you never know. Always thought my pa was kinda a grizzly."
"Hm." Tom smiled, going a little lower. He touched Adam's stomach, not saying much, now. Adam barely noticed, with all the haziness clouding his mind, that his towel was half open, now, exposing his chest and stomach. He watched Tom's hand trail back up his chest and purposefully rub around his nipples, smirking into his face. "You're really a built son-of-a-gun, arentcha?"
Adam felt his head starting to swirl. Tom was a pretty attractive man, and he knew it, too, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident. "Are you coming onto me?" He bluntly asked, incredulous that Tom even swung that way.
In a flash, Tom was on him, straddling his middle and pressing their hips together. Adam shivered, looking up into Tom's confident smirk. "I dunno. Do you want me to be?" He purred, sliding his and Adam's hips together.
Adam had no idea how to respond, completely overcome by his reddening, flustered face, and the way Tom was grinding on him didn't help his cloudy mind, either. His body chose for him, it seemed; Tom started to grin when he felt Adam getting hard under him, his cock starting to bulge through his towel.
Tom leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, delighted at Adam's little groan of response, instinctively kissing back. A thought popped into Adam's mind, for just a second.. but it was quickly replaced by the haziness of the alcohol he'd drank, and the way Tom was ravenously kissing him, grinding himself hard into his cock, the towel opening up more and more by the second.
He felt fully exposed, but warm from Tom's body pressing into his, a mix of nervousness and pure hazy lust wracking his senses. Tom tasted like alcohol and cigars, and something he couldn't quite place - maybe his cologne, a kind of cedarwood smell. He didn't know what he'd done to have Tom jump him like this, but.. he couldn't find an opportunity to ask, even as Tom pulled back for a moment.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Tom purred, slowly sliding his hips back and forth to make sure Adam felt his hard cock, sliding up and down Adam's own erection, thinly contained by his towel. Adam couldn't think of a reply, involuntarily whining as Tom's cock slid against his. "Yeahh.. I knew you would love this." He breathed, playfully pinching Adam's nipple.
Tom took his gasp as a sign to slowly move down his body, stopping to kiss and bite at his neck, nipping at his jawline. "Oh, you really do like it, don't you?" He whispered, trailing his kisses lower. Adam groaned and squirmed as he planted kisses all over his collarbone, sucking a row of bruises across his chest. He moaned when Tom tongued his nipples, gently biting and lapping all around. "You want it, don't you? I know you want it, cowboy."
"Mmmh.." Adam tried to nod, but his head was still spinning. With lust? Alcohol? Maybe both. He didn't really know what 'it' was, but everything felt so good, so good.. he didn't want it to stop.
The next thing he knew, Tom was shuffling all the way down his body, and his towel was finally open all the way, his skin exposed. He could barely feel the cold, there was so much alcohol flowing through him - but he felt when Tom's warm breath gusted across his erection, which was standing straight up against the air. He looked down and met Tom's eye, just as the man started to suck him in, swirling his tongue around his tip. Tom pushed his legs apart, as he sucked him off, and Adam obeyed without thinking.
"Ohh.. fuck.." Adam moaned, his head tipping back into the ground as Tom sucked his cock all the way in, slowly bobbing his head. He laid there, for a while, trying to make sense of it all as his head swirled with sensation. How much had he even drank? Tom had been drinking too, hadn't he? He didn't get much chance to think about it, as Tom took his time, slowly bobbing his head up and down, occasionally stopping to tease his cockhead and drag his tongue over his slit.
As his eyelids fluttered from the pleasure, his vision started to go blurry, so he kept his eyes closed, mouth wide open, loud, filthy moans leaving his lips. "Mm- ah!" He suddenly cried out, fingers he hadn't even realized slipped inside him brushing his prostate. "Mmmm..."
"That's it.." Tom pulled off his cock to murmur, slipping a third finger inside him, covered in some kind of oil. "There we are.. you take a lot of cock, don't you? I can tell."
"Mmh-hmm.." Adam whimpered, writhing on Tom's fingers. All three fit inside him seamlessly, and he barely felt any kind of stretch or pain. Tom seemed delighted with himself, anyway, and when he took his fingers out, Adam pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at him.
Tom had pulled his cock from his trousers and was slicking it up with lube, a which appeared to be a little flask of Tom's gun oil. Tom was pretty big, too, which didn't matter to him all too much, until it was him who was about to get fucked, probably roughly, with a type of man like this.
Tom pushed his legs apart, making eye contact with him while he slowly pushed inside, an inch at a time. "You're so tight, cowboy.." he purred, his voice getting a little more strained with every inch. He closed his eyes, holding tightly onto Adam's inner thighs. "Fuuck.."
Adam moaned when Tom started to fuck him, slowly, his head rolling back into the ground once again. He stretched his hand out, whining, and Tom seemed to understand, pulling himself up to Adam's eye level. He fucked him harder and harder, faster and faster, whispering things in Adam's ear that he hardly paid attention to, things that made his head spin.
It was all a blur - he moaned every time Tom's cock hit his prostate, his moans eventually turning into whines, his whispered 'fuck's turning into incoherent babbling. Tom was moaning in his ear as he fucked him, rough and hard, as fast as he could, or wanted. He could hear Tom's cock slapping against his hole, skin against skin, his own raspy panting and breathless whining.. he was a mess.
He hardly felt it when Tom came inside him, slamming deep inside him and filling him with cum, but he heard himself desperately moan when Tom grabbed his cock, frantically jerking him off while he fucked him through his orgasm - Adam cried out when he came, coating his own chest in it, all the way up to his neck.
"Good boy.." were the only words he understood from Tom's breathy, desperate moans, right in his ear. "Such a good boy.." he murmured, jerking Adam off to wring every last drop of cum out of him, every last gasp and moan.
When Adam finally started whimpering and squirming, overstimulated from the continued touch, Tom slowly drew back onto his knees, placing one final kiss on Adam's lips before he did. He gently pulled his cock out of Adam's hole, admiring the way he was gaped open, flared around nothing - then, his own cum started to drip out, dripping out of his hole and onto the ground. He smirked, clearly proud of the sight.
Adam himself was a sight to behold, covered in his own cum, his mouth still open as he panted, his collarbone covered in bruises and bites which were forming very nice purple splotches and maintaining their teeth marks. He was sweaty, too, and his eyes were a bit unfocused.
"Hey." Tom murmured, shaking his shoulder. "Adam, buddy. You okay?"
"I think..." Adam murmured, taking in a breath. "I think.. I'm gonna throw up."
Tom laughed, relaxing back into the ground as Adam stumbled to his feet. "Okay. You go do that." Tom told him, pulling his trousers back up and buckling up his belt. "I'll go get your clothes, huh?"
But Adam was already gone, somewhere just behind a tree, his hands on his knees as he bent down. Tom just chuckled and went to retrieve his clothes; and maybe a bit of water, too.