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Lee lay with his eyes closed, feeling the sun on his body, the breeze caressing his skin. He felt his dick begin to respond to nature's touch. He began to play with his balls and his hardening cock with his left hand, while his right made its way to his hair shrouded nipples. In his mind he saw the young man who had seduced him at the camp. The young blond Adonis' image rose above him as he had two nights earlier. He felt once more the thrill of the boy/man's smooth ass as it impaled itself on his turgid shaft. He began to contract and release his ass in a fucking motion as his passion rose and his balls contracted.
"Kenny," he moaned out loud, as his cum rushed to erupt from the slit at the head of his penis. Five strong volleys shot into the air and landed on his face, chest, abs and arms. Then four lesser dribbles cascaded down the shaft and coated his hand and wrist.
Lee lay for several minutes, holding onto his softening cock, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction and release. He took a deep breath and wondered again where Kenny was now. Then he slowly opened his eyes.
He sat up with a start.
Standing not ten feet away was an Indian. He was at least six feet tall, slender but well muscled. His prominent brown nipples stood in high relief to his well developed chest. As hairy as Lee was, this man was his antithesis, smooth with not a single strand of hair visible on his beautiful body, except for the thick, black braids that hung over his shoulders and onto his chest. The Indian stood with his arms hanging at his sides. He was holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. He wore a deerskin breechclout and a pair of leggings. A crooked smile was on his face. One eyebrowwas raised.
In spite of his shock, and his recent release, Lee's cock began to respond to the vision of savage manhood before him.
He leaned back on his elbows and said, "Man, you gave me a start."
Then he realized he was covered in cum. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He could feel himself blushing.
Lee got to his feet. He pointed to the lake and said, "Um ... I guess I better get cleaned up here."
The stranger did not respond. He watched as Lee kicked off his boots, walked to the lake and dove in once more. As Lee rinsed the cum from his body, he glanced back at the brave. He was squatting on the sand, watching as Lee cleaned himself. Lee then emerged from the lake and walked to his clothes.
Damn, still wet!
He had no choice but to stand naked before his 'guest' and make small talk.
"Uh ... name's Lee Masters." Lee stuck out his hand.
The Indian smiled and looked at him.
Hmmm, try again. This was really awkward. Here he was, naked, with a half hard dick, trying to make contact with a semi-naked Indian whose breechclout was slightly bulging.