The sound of the howling wind and sideways rain were nothing compared to the symphony of euphoric moans that came from the floor of the shack. Caelan had promised Dusty stars, but even now, he was unsure. His cock felt so good and Caelan wasn’t confident that he could hold on that long. He was so close, his fingernails digging tiny crescents into the man’s tanned skinned as he rocked his body.<br/><br/>“<i>Mmmpfh</i>!” Caelan’s hips jolted as Dusty grasped his erection. “<i>Fuuuuck</i>.”<br/><br/>His breath came out in erratic puffs, groaning with almost every bounce upon Dusty’s lap. “Yesss,” he panted, nodding while he ran his hand over his own sweat slick chest. Dusty met Caelan's movements with a thrust and then another. Caelan cried out as the sensation of<i>almost. there. </i>crept up to him and whispered in his ear. "Give me more, baby, need your cock." He was breathless with desperation.<br/><br/>Caelan arched his back and supported himself up with one hand on Dusty’s thigh. The other held tight to the wrist of the hand that pumped him, as if to forbid the movement from stopping. His eyes squeezed close, focusing on the sound of Dusty’s labored breathing and the feeling of the man deep inside him. “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fu-fuck-fu-ck… D-D-Dus-...” Caelan gave one last desperate whine before his hips bucked erratically, fucking into Dusty’s hand. He shuddered as his orgasm hit and the lingering attention on his sensitive cock made his eyes nearly roll back in his head. His cum spurted onto Dusty’s stomach in milky ribbons and spilled over his fist.