The water from the stream is cold and fresh on my face. I'm convinced that Rolling Stream is the fountain of youth, and no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise.

I stand up and rub my eyes, then I close them and face the sun, letting the heat and light dry my face. I realize it must be close to dinnertime, so I start to head back to camp. I'm starving after all the hiking I've been doing all day.

A shape forms from the trees a few yards in front of me. It's Kirk Wilkins. He looks more suited for a rock concert than a camping trip, with a black canvas jacket over a dark green band tee and artfully ripped jeans. His dark hair is cut short, and he gives me a winning smile made even more charming by the ring in his lip.

"Wandering off?" he asks, cocking his head. Kirk has the most incredible eyes I've ever seen. I've never met anyone with truly green eyes besides him. They're the color of the evergreens around him.

I snort. "So are you."

He grins. "Oh, I'm not wandering. I followed you."

My brow furrows. "That's... unsettling."

"Is it?" he asks teasingly as he makes his way down the subtle slope to me.

"I guess it depends on why you did it," I say. I like Kirk, but I've never really talked much with him. He hangs with the artsy kids, the band geeks. There isn't much overlap.

"Because I realized that I'm only guaranteed to know you for a few more months before we're scattered to the wind, and I would hate myself for missing the opportunity to fuck your brains out."

The words go directly to my cock, and I study him with a fresh set of eyes. He's of average height, a few inches shorter than me, with pale skin and a sarcastic half-smile constantly shining on his lips. His ears are pierced, and a black gemstone shines from each lobe. He's skinny, but fit.

I take a step forward. "I didn't know you swung this way."

"I swing everyone's way," he replied. He raises his eyebrow and leans against a tree before giving me a heart-falteringly flirty nod. "You in?"

"Fuck yes," I say, rushing to him. He meets me halfway in a passionate kiss that makes me weak at the knees. I grind into him, desperate for the friction, and a delicious jolt goes through me when he pushes me back against a tree.

He's tantalizingly rough, seeming to know that that's exactly what I'm into. He licks and sucks and bites down onto my neck, making me cry out before I stop myself for fear of being overheard. His hands travel down to the front of my pants, where he massages my cock with a firmness that makes my eyes water.

He looks into my eyes and licks his lips. "Mm," he moans softly as he goes to his knees. I watch, completely enraptured, as he unbuttons and unzips me before pulling my cock free of my boxers. He jerks me a few times as I reach behind myself to grip the tree so I can stay standing. He licks the underside of my dick with a deliberate slowness, taking care to look me full in the face as he does so. Then, without a pause, he opens his lips and takes me into his mouth and down his throat. I squeeze my eyes shut, panting, as the wet, burning heat of his mouth engulfs me. He manages to take my entire length without choking and moans softly as he begins properly blowing me. I watch his head bob fluidly as I learn every silky detail of his mouth.

"Fuck," I mutter, looking down at the sinful beauty of this gorgeous, green-eyed boy with my cock in his mouth. "That's incredible."

He plays with my balls in one hand and squeezes my ass hard with the other. I find my arms aching as I hold on to the tree with all of my strength, completely overwhelmed by the sensations Kirk is giving me.

Then he stops. I look down, startled and suddenly freezing as he frees me from his mouth with a final, dripping kiss.

"I didn't come," I protest as he stands back up.

"I know. Are you a top or a bottom?" he asks, leaning back into me as he strokes me. The heat of his palm and fingers keep me from answering for a moment until my brain clears.

"Whatever you want me to be," I reply, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses me passionately for a moment before he pulls away and bites the space where my shoulder meets my neck hard enough to make me cry out.

"Turn around," he tells me. I find myself trusting him, or at the very least trusting his sexual prowess, as I turn my back to him and continue leaning against the tree.

"Lube?" I ask, turning to look at him.

He holds up a tiny bottle and grins devilishly as he holds a condom between his teeth. He reaches and to the back of my head and physically turns my head back away from him. I play along, horny as fuck and beyond excited at being naked from the waist down in the forest, bent against a tree as a beautiful boy readies himself behind me.

I feel his fingers first, wet with warm and slippery lubricant, tracing between my cheeks with a touch as light as a feather. He rubs my hole slowly at first, then firmly enough to slip a finger inside. I gasp as he firmly pushes into me and goes straight for the gold, fingering my sweet spot with a slow pace that makes me dig my nails in the tree.

"Fuck," I say, biting my lip as he adds another finger. "Fuck." He picks up the pace just a bit. "Oh, right there. Fuck, Kirk..."

"That's right, Rowan. Just relax. Let me take care of you," he says sweetly, before withdrawing his fingers. I'm left blind and vulnerable as I hear the condom package ripping. "Stay there. Don't move."

I feel him at my hole and focus on relaxing. He slowly pushes himself into me, and I realize that I'm letting out a low hiss. I press my face to the bark of the tree, unable to think about anything except the intensity of feeling him inside of me.

He bottoms out and I gasp for breath, my entire body firing on all cylinders as I soak in the fantastic feeling of him. He's the perfect size. Big enough to take my breath away, not big enough to hurt.

He starts moving, and I can't stop myself from groaning. Precum flows freely from my now-soft dick. He keeps a slow and steady rhythm as he reaches to grab the side of my face and pulls my head back against his shoulder. "Good boy, Rowan. You're taking it so well. Do you like that?"

This dirty talk is brand-new to me. "I love it."

"I'm going to go faster," he whispers, biting down on my ear. "Is that okay?"

"Please," I beg. He releases my face and moves his hands to my hips.

Then he well and truly fucks my brains out.

I'm overwhelmed by the speed of the sensations as his cock rubs against my sweet spot what feels like a million times a second, filling me so completely. It's all I can do to hold on to the tree and keep myself standing.

"Good?" he grunts, not stopping. All I can do is free one hand from the tree and lay it on top of his on my hip. He lets me lace our fingers together as he continues fucking me with an intensity I didn't know existed.

This is all incredible. Too incredible. The forest, the feeling of chilly mountain air on my bare skin, Kirk's playful dominance, the fear of being caught... they all sharpen the feeling of his hard, hot cock pulsing inside of me, pushing all other thoughts out of my head.

I can only take a few minutes before I feel an orgasm reaching its peak.

"I'm coming," I mumble.

"Louder," he orders.

"I'm coming. Kirk, I'm coming," I whisper breathlessly. It's all I can manage. I blow my load onto the tree in front of me. The muscles in my ass spasm as I do so, helping to pull Kirk's load out of him. He moans deliciously as I float on the high of my own orgasm. His thrusts somehow become harder and faster. After he comes, he slows, grinding into me a couple more times before he pulls free of me.

I take a few moments to catch my breath and remember how to walk. I pull my pants back up from around my knees and turn to see Kirk staring at me with an exhausted grin as he pulls the condom off. He throws it into the brush and steps closer to me as he buttons himself back up.

"That was amazing," I say breathlessly.

"Yeah? Sorry if I got a little... dominant," he says, running his thumb over my eyebrow.

I kiss him. "I loved it."

He smiles and pulls me into a hug as he kisses me back. The lip ring adds a thrilling level to the kiss.

"I can't believe you made me come hands free," I say against his lips.

He laughs and pulls free of the hug. "Come on. I worked up an appetite."