Men of Thunder

In fact, Daniel was finding the sex a little exciting. He was just beginning to look forward to Red returning to the tent after dark with the look of lust in his eyes. The first couple of times Red had punched Daniel into submission before uncuffing him from the headboard, pushing him on his back on the side of the bed, Daniel’s head hanging over the opposite side, before using two handcuffs to bind Daniel’s wrists to the bed frame on the side of the bed and then raising and spreading Daniel’s legs for the deep thrust of Red’s cock while he manipulated Daniel’s cock like a gearshift. After Daniel had come before Red did, he’d move around to the other side of the bed, slide his cock into Daniel’s mouth, and finish by creaming the younger man’s face.

After those first few times, though, Red became less hurried and presented his cock for Daniel to suck before climbing up on the bed, covering Daniel’s back, and fucking him doggy style.

Daniel made all of the sounds of satisfaction and praise for Red’s equipment and prowess that would flatter and please the man.

On the fifth night, while Daniel was on all fours on the bed and Red was crouched over him, mining his channel deep, the door flap of the tent fluttered and one of the other men entered, did a double take, and then, after muttering, “Who the hell is that? He’s not from the camp,” the man hurriedly turned and left the tent, raising the alarm. Red pulled out of Daniel, quickly zipped his fatigued pants up, picked up his rifle, and slipped out of the tent.