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No, I'm not back yet - SORRY! - but that doesn't mean I can't pop by to leave you something of a treat, something that amused me when I was writing it, and now I wanted to share it with you guys - written in the spirit of the summer holidays and vacations that many of us are able to enjoy at the moment - and providing a distraction for those who are still working, of course!

So, this is for you guys, a Gruffy holiday special from yours truly - enjoy it to the fullest! : )

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"Come on, Colby!"

The grizzled-looking wolf's ears perked at the sound of the barked words, and his firelit eyes turned to face the source of the commotion, visible as a fiery silhouette on the doorway into the small tent. The eyes were what he caught first, looking across the six or so yards between them, both of the males on their knees, each attending to their own business for the moment.

Colby chuffed and carried on unscrewing the cap on the water container. The outside was still slick and cool from a moment ago when he immersed it into lake to fill it up for this particular purpose, of putting out the fire once they were done frying their sausages and prepared to turn in. It was getting darker, but the air was still warm, and the lake still managed to reflect a part of the mountains towering at the distance on the other side of the lake, but soon the water would be the colour of the sky overheard.

This far from the so-called civilization, you could see the stars. The moon was hiding behind a cloud.

"Coming right on," the wolf mused and let his eyes linger on the glowing embers in the stone-surrounded fire pit.

The barking voice returned immediately, making his ears flick again. Now he was laughing, too, in that same almost chuffing way he knew so well.

"Come on then you ol' wuss!"

Colby put the cap down onto a nearby rock and ten turned the water container over to project its gushing stream over the fire pit. The wolf's eyes closed in a protective reflex as the hot rush of air, steam and soot rose from the sizzling and hissing remains of the fire that had provided warmth and cooking opportunities throughout the evening.

"Right-o, Wayne,"the wolf muttered in a way of reply, currently immersed in the cloud of his own making for the moment.

Another bark.

"As long as you ain't getting yourself all messy, I don't want mess in the tent."

Colby laughed. The other wolf was now making his nagging voice, familiar, as familiar as the slight pot belly and the laughter lines around the wolf's eyes, or his scent. The imitated voice was always a success.

The water was starting to come more sluggish, prompting Colby to shake the container to make the best of the wilting stream.

"I won't," the wolf rumbled.

Colby stood up, careful with his knees as much as with the possibility of the threatening mess and watched how the last drops of water fell into the by now soggy pile of half-burnt firewood on the pit. His paws were slick, but not enough to threaten a further mess, he thought, and let his tail sway in the gentle breeze that also took away the remaining floating debris from his act of putting out the fire. The air smelled of ash, however, and made his nosepad wrinkle.

"You're making the ranger happy you know," Wayne spoken again from his perch, his head perking out of the tent flap.

Colby picked up the stopper and screwed it onto the water container, now empty, and positioned it next to the folding chairs that had been strategically placed by the fire, along with the small cooler that by now likely only contained a layer of cold water as the final remains of the ice it had been packed with. The beer cans that had once occupied the cooler were in a neat plastic trash bag, resting near what had been Wayne's chair. He'd drank more, after all.

Colby foresaw lots of visits to the bushes during the night, and made a quiet pledge to himself to make sure to sleep next to the back wall to avoid being squashed by the fellow wolf every thirty minutes while trying to sleep.

"Once a boy scout, always a boy scout," the wolf replied back, much to the amusement of the head peeking out of the tent, which smiled again.

"Didn't know you were one, Colby."

The wolf stretched out his paws, high over his head, and rumbled contently as he felt his spine pop. His tail swept the air behind him.

"Uhhmmmmmmm..."the wolf rumbled.

The head snorted.

"Should've known from that cooking you did earlier."

Colby let his paws fall down, and opened his eyes which had been closed during his pleasurable stretch. He winked at his counterpart's eyes, and then began to walk slowly towards the tent. He was still in no hurry.

"I thought you liked my cooking."

The perked head's ears flicked.

"Yup. Especially on red meat days," the grinning wolf licked his lips.

Colby reached the tent and again got down to his knees for the process of crawling into the tent. He found himself face to face and eye level with the intrusive head, complete with slightly beer-hazed eyes that found his instantly. His breath smelled of the stuff, too, and the meat, and the mustard. It wasn't unpleasant at all, for Colby knew that his own breath must've been similarly scented. Made him almost feel hungry, it did.

"Get out of my way," Colby rumbled once the wolf made no attempts to move backwards into the tent. "Make room."

Another wink, and the head ducked within the tent. The flaps closed around on him and prompted Colby to grab onto the plastic sleeves and pull the back again to make room for his broad frame and to gain entry into the tent. Slightly blue-tinted light was glowing from within, a product of the brand new rechargeable LED camping lantern Wayne had gotten for this very trip, and which hung from the ceiling of the tent.

Colby's ears flicked against the tent fabric as he scooted forward and then shuffled on his knees to properly step into his sleeping shelter for the night.

As soon as his head was inside, the scents of damp wood, lakes, grass and flowers became replaced by the more contained airspace inside the cheap tent, and it was dominated by the presence of the other male, whom his eyes found to be resting on his back, on the spot Colby had coveted for himself earlier on, but now occupied by a six feet tall wolf, with a leering grin, a waggy tail, and an impressive red boner pulsing against his fuzzy belly. Judging by the musk in the air, and the slight perspiration-like layer of fluid Colby could see over the red flesh, it had also been going on for a while, too.

Colby felt a stirring inside his own jeans as he saw his lover's arousal, and his eyes moved along the other male's body, until he reached the continuously smiling face of Wayne, relaxed and meaningful.

"Like what you see, cowboy?" the wolf rumbled in a breathy, suitable voice.

Colby realized that he was stuck partway in and partway out of the tent, on all fours, and ogling at the sight of his lover's sprawled body, and the arousal, and breathing in the concentrated musk coming off the large, grinning male. His eyes again caught the sight of the big erection, with pleasure, and pride, and he must've been looking at it for a while, because soon Wayne was chuckling again, roughly, so that Colby's ears flicked.

"Can't be that long, now can it, huh?" Wayne scratched his ample belly and enjoyed how its movement as he did so caused a nice sensation over his dick as well, and made the proudly erect wolfcock throb with delight.

Colby chuffed, and got another noseful of sexy musk once he breathed in again. His own jeans were starting to bulge out quite naturally with the rush of blood into his heated loins.

"Seems that the advice about having a change of pace are really having an effect," the wolf mused in his rough voice.

Wayne chuckled.

"That and a little blue helper I downed when you were messing around with your wash and I was supposed to put out the sleeping bags," the wolf grinned conspiratorially, as he initiated his mate into the secret.

Colby's nosepad wrinkled.

"Seems to be doing the job alright," he mused, giving another look at the resurrected boner throbbing only three feet away from his face, and it looked all too delicious to him.

Wayne reached out with his big paw and patted it next to Colby's which was resting spread against the tent floor, keeping the wolf's weight for the moment.

"Why don't you get out of that Lone Ranger outfit of yours and see what we can do with it huh?"the wolf rumbled, and let the growl that naturally came to his voice to become more pronounced as he did.

The strong stirring in Colby's cowboy jeans was insistent and made sure that a 'no' was not an option. The wolf was ready and getting more and more ready with each passing second in the presence of his joyfully aroused mate, and he, if anyone, was not going to miss up on the chance of some hard-on antics after a certain...dry spell, and his tail was already wagging cheerfully at the prospect.

"Aye," the wolf snorted, with humour.

Wayne the wolf watched how his mate shuffled himself fully within the confines of the tent and then sat back on his haunches for the purpose of unbuttoning his plaid shirt. Colby wasn't hurrying too much with it as of yet, taking his time to pop the buttons to reveal the white, taut fabric of his sleeveless undershirt, but every movement was carefully spied upon by the wolf relaxing next to him. The wolf was breathing slowly and steadily, making a bit of a noise as he did, deliberate, too, Colby knew well from experience, and a sure sign that Wayne had his mind set onto something...interesting.

The red, veined skin glistened along the pulsing length of the impressively sized canine dick pulsing with renewed vigour.

Must've been the good national park air and the hearty walk, Colby thought, again caught in the act of catching a good, prolonged peek.

Colby pulled the undershirt over his head and tossed it off to the side to join the messy pile that included his own plaid shirt and Wayne's clothing in entirety, and then his paws moved to the shiny belt buckle that was, incidentally, resting right against the hot, throbbing shaft of his own needful erection. He could already smell himself, and he was sure Wayne could as well, their musk and amorous intentions mixing in the strongly scented, masculine air of the tent. It was almost making him drool, and it certainly made his tail wag against the door flap, creating a shuffling sound as the fuzzy fur smacked the slick plastic.

"That's what I'm talking about," Wayne declared once Colby was done unbuttoning, and made sure to tug his dick out of his boxers and into plain view, while he still struggled to get out of his jeans without crashing his head through the ceiling of the tent.

Colby grumbled and struck a bit of a pose by pushing his shoulders back and showing his teeth. He accompanied the gesturing with a good, rumbling growl, and a wink, as he saw the fellow wolf lick his lips again.

"Day-amn," Wayne growled, his breaths falling almost as pants now.

Colby had his jeans off, and now he only had to push his boxers down, and he did it slowly, and smirked as he allowed himself to think of himself as a stripper, for about five seconds or so, when he pulled on the fabric and made sure not to catch his knot with the elastic of his simple white boxers.

The wolf shuffled his legs during the final stretch, to be free of his garments before lunging forward into the offered arms of the wolf lying on his back and looking at him with hungry, ageless eyes.

"Fuck yeah,"the profanity was breathed near to Colby's ear while the wolf buried his muzzle against the crook of Wayne's neck and sniffed his musk there.

Colby rumbled and pressed their hips together, to mash their bouncy bellies and more importantly, their hard cocks onto one pile of manly meat, fur and musk. Pre smeared between their bodies and made skin extra sensitive to touch, while their bodies heaved, shifted, adjusted and simply enjoyed. Both wolves were rumbling, grunting and growling, snapping teeth at each other and groping whatever their paws could find on their paths. Colby's paws trailed along Wayne's sides, and the wolf underneath him grabbed a good hold of Colby's ass, and gave the round cheeks a healthy smack, on both sides. Colby growled, wagged the wolf's arms with his tail, and bit carefully on a fleshy part of the wolf's fuzzy shoulder.

Wayne almost whimpered with pleasure and unloaded another spurt of watery pre between their bodies, evident from the particularly slick sound of Colby's humping against the bottom wolf's belly, so that their throbbing lupine cocks, half immersed in fur and flesh, stroked extra closely together. Muscles quivered and tails kept on wagging, despite very little attempt at control on their owner's part. Their paws were too busy, feeling up familiar crevices and spots, while their muzzles, open and drooling, mashed together in a kiss.

They felt breathless, and the only form of communication were the rumbles and grunts shared, moaned into the kiss, their mutual, messy effort of tongues and spit being traded back and forth to the tune of their vibrating throats. Wayne's paws squeezed and kneaded Colby's fleshy rump while Colby dug his own fingers into the furs surrounding his mate's neck, and pulled on them, just a little, for the best feeling possible.

This was familiar, it was good, musky, it was hard and it was familiar, allowed between them because they knew what they wanted, personally and from one another, so no questions were needed, nor asked. Kissing and dry-humping was an everyday activity, after all, shared with joy and smirking, roughly grumbling and chuckling glee between the two rough fellows, of few words, but of many desires. There was a lot to grab and fondle in both of their bodies, which was something that was easily appreciated, and had been a major asset in their lust for each other, right from the first time their eyes had met across the creaky, dark wooden floor of that bar...

Goddamn, Colby thought when Wayne's slick tongue made a mess of his neck, it was almost like their first night together, that fabled occasion when they'd practically covered each and every square inch of each other's bodies with their tongues, and cum had been spurting everywhere and gotten stuck into their furs and the bed and...

The tent seemed to be on the way to suffer similar ruin as the bed after their first night of rough passion together. Perhaps it'd be a good thing, Wayne thought, the tent having a similar aroma at the moment to his mate's underwear, after a couple of day's wearing. Sweat, musk, cock smell, a hint of piss, maybe, lots of manly things that made his heart race and pump even more blood into his big, throbbing canine dick, desperately humping against its counterpart that felt like it was trying to fuck Wayne's bellybutton, rather than something else.

Take heed, Wayne wasn't a stranger. Recently it'd often been him on the receiving end, taking a ploughing from his roughly grunting wolfy lover while their balls smacked together. He knew how to take it like a man, too, and enjoy it almost to the point of getting off with nothing but the pounding of Colby's hard dick in his asshole, even without touching his mournfully half-tumescent cock. He'd usually only need a few tugs over it once Colby was done seeding his rump, and that asked for none of the crowbar-like hardness needed for the real deal...shoving your thick, pulsing, strong, hard prick into another man.

That was what he was made of, that organ, his dick, for fucking, and now he was able, eager, without any of the mental hangsups that had made him waste too much of his life without what he really needed and wanted, but none of that was present now, while their bodies rumbled, trembled and heaved, as they needed one another.

Colby felt Wayne's paw grab onto the base of his tail and give it a good squeeze, which was more than enough to rouse the top wolf's eyes to his own, to meet them, their panting lips only inches away from one another. The hot glint made Colby's heart race pleasantly. His head was already swimming with the strong musk they had been putting out since entering the tent and starting this manly clinch.

"You..up...to it?"Wayne growled sequentially, keeping his paws steady on his lover's sizeable hindquarters.

Colby rumbled deeply in response, and pushed himself back against Wayne's paws, to speak with his body as much as with his words, too, that came in an easy drawl once he was done kissing the wolf's lips until they probably were in the danger of bruising.

"Ain't never gonna get bored with your tongue or your fingers but ain't anything like the real thing," Colby replied bluntly, breathlessly.

Wayne chuckled roughly and pawed over his mate's ass once more, to cop a good feel of the mounds of flesh and pleasure he was keen to explore, now that their deal for the deed was set.

"You're gonna get it good," the wolf growled.

"Good," Colby replied, just in time before he was pulled into another kiss to take his breath away.

They were practically breathing pure musk by the time their muzzles separated, and Wayne grunted a couple of further words that compelled Colby to roll off the fellow wolf and instead lay himself onto his back. The sleeping bag he was now lying on rustled a little underneath him, and made a funny sound when air escaped from its pockets of air within the fabric, but that was hardly a hindrance while the wolf rested himself properly, to make sure that he didn't have anything hard pressing onto his back, and then was content to let his mind be occupied by a while different kind of hardness.

Wayne got onto his knees but stayed hunched, but his ears nonetheless flicked against the ceiling while he fumbled with the small toiletry kit he carried with him whenever they were travelling at any capacity, Colby knew that part well, and he also knew what the particular pocket contained. Wayne's proud erection bobbed in front of him now, blunt-tipped, complete with the fully swollen knot. The hard-on appeared only about a foot away from Colby's muzzle, and the temptation to simply lean over and get a taste was great...but he knew this was Wayne's game now, and the wolf was content to let things progress at his mate's pace. It still didn't stop him from pawing over his own stiff dick, resting against his belly as a heavy tube of flesh that hadn't stopped its throbbing at all yet.

"Gotcha!"Wayne declared.

Colby let his head loll to the side lazily and saw his mate produce a couple of silver-coloured packets from the side pocket, which he left unzipped, and instead, and with some chuffing and grunting, moved over.

"Always prepared," Colby grinned toothily.

"Fuck yeah,"Wayne declared.

Rough paws grabbed onto Colby's outstretched legs and spread them apart, enough so that Wayne could slip himself between them and make himself at home. He let his paws fall from Colby's splayed legs, but not before he gave them a squeeze and a stroke, with a hint of claws providing an extra sensation that made Colby rumble deeply.

"Come on, stud," Colby teased.

Wayne chuckled and snorted goodnaturedly, and reached for something else, behind him, prompting a look from Colby, who soon found out that it was simply the fellow wolf's jacket, which he was now in the process of bundling up.

"Horny bastard," Wayne grinned, his breaths loud and sexy inside the tent that was filled with their lust and heat.

Colby lifted his ass end up a little to make it easier for Wayne to shove the jacket under the small of his back, to provide something of a pillow for his hips, and also, as the veteran buttsex enthusiast undoubtedly knew, to get a better angle of entry for his later plans that involved a very hard, dripping dick, and a hopefully winking tailpucker about to be filled.

"Proud of it, too," the wolf smirked from his newly relaxed state.

Wayne grabbed one of the silver packets and used his canines to rip a corner and then, with a couple of fingerpads, to squeeze the slick stuff onto his opposite palm. It didn't smell like anything in particular, which suited them more than well, for the air was already crowded with their manly essences. Colby kept his eyes trained on the wolf's fingers, rubbing together, well in the know to where they'd be going next, and tried to let his body relax for it.

"Hear, hear,"Colby rumbled.

Wayne pushed his paw between the wolf's fuzzy, thick thighs, below his round, full ball sac just asking for a fondle, which came from his other paw, when it did, while the lubed up fingers found the wrinkled opening into Colby's body, and went in for the kill. The bare, hot flesh was easily covered in a layer of the slick, watery stuff that matted the curly hairs surrounding the wolf's hot tailhole, brushed aside by Wayne's caress of his mate's sensitive flesh. He could feel it ripple and squeeze under the touch, reacting, as much as the wolf receiving was almost squirming, when the familiar, good feeling warmed that funny spot on his underbelly.

"Hmmmppph."

Wayne was much too horny and pent up to tease for long, and instead he started the poking and prodding without extra teasing, pressing into the slowly yielding flesh while his other paw tugged and squeezed and rolled Colby's big paws in his palm. Colby was rumbling continuously and his legs stretched out and almost tore to the walls with his claws, but he held himself back...only just.

The slick fingers pushed deeper, gaining new ground as they passed the squeezing ring of muscle and then gained entry into the wolf's body. The newly slickened tunnel welcomed him with a lot of rippling and squeezing, almost pulling Wayne's fingers deeper into the hot back passage, and the pleasures it could contain for them both.

Colby groaned and felt his tailhole squeeze around the fingers when his cock pulsed, jumped, and drooled from the internal stimulation, even before the fingertips rubbed against the spongy spot of his prostate, hidden inside his body, but now easily discovered by the hotly growling wolf exploring his private crevice with eager, expert fingers.

"Uhhh fuck..."

Wayne chuckled and began to scissors his fingers, to stroke them along the tender walls, stretching out that rubbery hole so that it would have a better chance of taking his blunt assbuster without trouble...and he could not wait for long. He was so hard, pulsing, throbbing, and aroused, an exhilarating feeling to experience with Colby, the one he wanted...badly...right now.

His fingers made a satisfyingly rude sound when they plopped out of the wolf's eagerly squeezing pink pucker and came free.

"You're ready enough," Wayne declared.

"You reckon?"the wolf with a heaving chest questioned, watching with lusty eyes how Wayne picked the second lube packet and repeated the ritual of tearing it open and emptying its contents onto his palm.

"Daddy wolf says so," the wolf growled.

Colby squirmed a little as he moved himself into the most comfortable position, on the thin bedding provided by the sleeping bag and Wayne's jacket, but his eyes never left from the proud length of Wayne's dick, now sporting a newly spread coating of KY lube and staring him in the face with its ominous, drooling slit.

"Come 'un then," Colby breathed out hotly.

His ankle suddenly felt slick when Wayne grabbed onto it, with the paw that still held remains of the lube spread on his palm, but the sensation did not stop them from enjoying, with groans, of Colby's body being bent over backwards, over himself, so that the soles of his footpaws were pointing towards the ceiling. Colby's spine popped, and there was a momentary pain on the small of his back, but it soon passed once his body got accustomed to the position onto which he was not a stranger, not at all, after many enjoyable years of placing himself into the mercy of the wolf who was now leering down to him, leaning over him, and smirking almost too confidently to himself while he...

Lined himself up.

"Hello, hun," Wayne murmured, their muzzles inching closer, just as his slick cocktip touched the equally messy spot of Colby's briefly prepared tailhole, meeting in a wet kiss.

A shiver went up Colby's spine that made his cock pulse and his tail wag. This was it, he thought, this...with that tongue slipping between his teeth and plundering his maw for his taste...paws holding onto him...heat and that slightly pudgy belly pressing against his dick, hovering from above and getting smeared with his pre in such a good...

"Hmmmmmmppph!"

Wayne wasn't one to speak when the time for the rut came, but he easily announced his pleasure when he pushed his hips forward and began to slow, slippery slope of pushing his thick cock inside the hotly panting and grunting wolf. Colby's body opened up to him, aided by the lube, the fingers, the sheer experience they had in doing this, the joining of their bodies that happened with the inevitable consequence of the rutting they both were looking forward to. Their blood burned as much as their muscles, did, those on Wayne's thighs as he held himself in position to take his mate, as much as Colby's ring-shaped pucker, spread open by the bulk of the thick prick that burrowed into his back tunnel and made him feel...full.

"Hmmphh!"

Wayne's balls touched against the wolf's taint, and they were now joined as well as two males could to begin with, except for the insistent presence of the knot that for now remained outside Colby's body, and instead nestled itself against the warm burrow of the wolf's spread ass cheeks, and pulsed there. It felt good enough to leave them breathless for a long moment, holding each other, panting, growling, experiencing the natural convulsions of their bodies as they went through the hot, hard time of getting accustomed to such an act of lust.

Wayne began to fuck in earnest after a few moments of pleasurable lull in their activities, but he wasn't going to wait for long, either. He needed to do this, prove his manhood again, and his love, by the act of rocking his hips in the rough, familiar rhythm they knew by heard, and upon which their bodies responded to. He pistoned in and out of the hot hole and drew himself into that hot cavity, pulled out, went back in, and rocked their bodies together, doing the job of pleasuring them both. Colby laid back and breathed deeply, his paws resting on Wayne's taut back while his legs, stretched as they were, rested on the wolf's shoulders. A concentrated look was on Wayne's face, he noticed, when their muzzles parted for some mutual panting and snarling, and a big grin on Wayne's part, which was soon mirrored by Colby as well, while he looked up to the hotly burning eyes...with as much fire in them as his own loins contained, his cock that was stroked by the very presence of Wayne's body, and the incomprehensible feeling of having that thick, strong cock plough its way into his ass and rub his prostate in such mysterious ways. The blunt tip did it every time he went in or out, catching his nub whatever direction his hips were moving at the moment, and every time he throbbed, tensed a little, squeezed down on that eagerly shuffling pillar of manly meat taking use of his hot ass.

They kept on going for a while, driven to lust by the hot sounds, the musk, the feeling of each other's sweaty bodies and the encouraging grunts coming out of their strained throats. They might've not been 18 year old studs anymore, but they knew how to have some good fun when they were up to it, and this was definitely an occasion for giving all they got, and letting it rip. Tails wagged, sweat matted their furs and made them mix into a shared blanket of gray and shaggy white between their bodies, where Colby's cock pulsed and throbbed. Wayne was still going at it full speed, humping, pumping, drilling into his wolf with all the eagerness he had, and never missing a beat.

It was only a matter of time before the itching started, inside his belly, in that familiar way that was telling him that it was time to hit the final gear and direct things towards the messy, needed ending.

Colby could feel the thick knot pounding against his gates at very thrust now, coming at a higher angle that made his rear ache, almost, from the force of the two bodies colliding together with each and every thrust coming from his panting mate, filling him up with heat.

"Nghhhhh!"

The feeling of that bulb of flesh finally slipping into his body was an unique combination of agony and pleasure, the two sensations melting together, becoming inseparable in his mind, while the sensation wrecked his body and made him tense...his spine arching...his cock...his cock pulsing with a fire from deep within that wasn't anything like when he was the one doing the fucking, or relieving himself with his paw, no, it was the feeling of being touched from within, from...

Wayne's teeth locked around his shoulder.

"HNNNNGH!"

Colby unloaded his balls between their bodies, soon rubbing together slicky and getting matted and messy, for Wayne was far from stopping his humping motions. He propelled the two inches of his cock that he could still move, now that he was knotted deep inside Wayne's rump, and kept on going with what he had even through the feeling of that hot body closing down on him, those silky walls that quivered and sucked on him, pulling him into a breathless...

The scent of cum hit his nose hard, filled his lungs, and made his own orgasm implode, deep in his belly, before it explored, inside him, and then out of him, in those deep, strong canine spurts that drained his balls and filled Colby up with heat that could not be compared to anything else. The inner walls of the tunnel hidden inside his aching rump received a slick coating that made him tingle from within. It encouraged his own spending cock to spurt out another ropy load that reached his round chest, almost dribbling down to his neck.

His paws held firmly onto Wayne's arched back, and the slight pain of the mating bite mattered none, while they kept gripping one another, patiently, breathlessly, and without the need for words. Their minds were clouded, but they had what they needed to be content, in the embrace of each other's warm, musky bodies, the strength of muscles, the roundness of favourite body parts, and the hot throb of their spent cocks.

Their bodies were locked together, and that is how they would remain for half an hour or so, they knew, a fact that brought a thrill to Colby's heart, as he stroked his weary lover's neck and felt the strong beating of his heart.

The LED lamp hanging off the ceiling was swaying about, still propelled by the inertia of their earlier humping that had been more than enough to almost shake the tent down.

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