Arms around each other’s waist, we watched Erik leave down the drive. Turning heads toward each other, we kissed. Walking back into the house, I helped Lars’s clean and straighten the kitchen, then strip the bed and pick up the towels on the bathroom floor and toss them into the washer. After remaking the bed, we each got another cup of coffee and padded out to the back porch. Sitting close where we were able to caress each other’s arm and leg, we let the warmth of the day enter into our naked bodies, not having to say anything, but just communing with nature.

I must have drifted off to sleep, waking up suddenly when I felt warmth hitting my lower body. I opened my eyes to see Lars pissing on my crotch, and trying not to laugh out loud. “You s.o.b.” I said. “Taking advantage of a poor sleeping guest!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his knees, taking myself in hand, and letting myself go, firing my stream unto his chest and neck, watching it drip down his body. “Now we are even,” I chuckled.

Lars pulled me up out of the chair into his embrace and a masterful deep kiss. Taking my hand he pulled me down the stairs and across the back yard running out onto the pier and yanking me into the water. Damn, that first hit was cold, my dick and balls withdrawing from any type of action. I came up sputtering, looking around for Lars. All of a sudden, I felt something warm come up between my legs as Lars lifted me up on his shoulders, then falling backward in the water, dumping me again. Spinning around, I grabbed him and we wrestled back and forth, grabbing and pulling whatever we could grab. The grabbing slowed into caresses and the body contact lingered as we became heated. Both of us boned to the max. We moved onto the shore and back into the yard and collapsing onto the soft grass. Turning into each other we deeply kissed again, our tongues doing their own interpretation of intercourse, our hands moving slowly over each other for what seemed like an hour, just comfortable in the closeness of feeling and caring for each other.

Pulling apart from Lars, I told him to lie on his back. Searching the grass around me, I found the blade I was looking for. Telling Lars he couldn’t move, I dragged the tip of the blade of grass along the edge of his ears, then across his eye lids, down along his nose and around the edges of his lips. Lars let out of soft moan as his body muscles flexed. Running the blade down his throat, I moved it down and around each areole and flicked the tip back and forth across his nipples causing them to tighten even more, Lars continued to make little noises while struggling to stay still. Moving the blade down, I drug it across that indentation in his lower abdomen right above each leg. I smiled to myself when I saw his groin muscles flex with the intensity. Lifting the blade, I moved it down and drug it up from his heels and into each arch and along and between his toes causing them to curl and jump. His cock was standing straight up, the skin pulled mostly back off the head showing its’ deep red color. A steady stream of pre was running out of his slit, pooling around the base and dripping down onto his balls. Taking the blade tip, I glided it up his inner thighs watching the movement under the skin. Running it up the base of his shaft just barely touching the skin, his cock jumped and another drop of pre slid out of the slit. Pulling his hood back, I ran the tip around the rim of his glans and then back along the rim edge on the front edge of his head, and then moving it further toward the center, I drug it through the opening of his glans, going back and forth, then moving down the shaft again and along his sack, repeating the process over and over. Lars’s eyes were closed, his chest moving in quick shallow breaths inbetween his continued moaning. His cock had expanded to full tightness and had shaded to a deep purple color with the head swelling and the opening becoming bigger, his nuts drawn up almost inside his body as he was near his peak. As I drug the blade of grass through the opening one more time, Lars’s ass clenched and raised off the grass as his first rope of cum fired out into the air about three feet , followed by shot after shot hitting his face. Neck, and chest and then running down his shaft into his hair. His raspy breathing dominated the sounds of nature as he tried to get his breath back, his cock still pulsating and muscles quivering. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said as his breathing came back to normal. I leaned down and started to lick around his body and then sharing it with his in a lingering kiss. “Where the hell did you learn to do that. I have never cum so hard.” “From one of my cousins down on the farm when we used to play together,” I said. “Well, Erik won’t know what hit him when I use it on him. How about you? You didn’t get off.” “Later,” I said. “This moment was for you.”

We lay in the grass a while longer, lingering in the afterglow, facing each other, our arms across each other’s body. Mutually without speaking, we sat up, then stood, and walked back to the house hand in hand.

Stopping in the kitchen for a beer and something to eat, we moved to the living room, found a game on television and snuggled up on the couch together waiting for Erik to return.

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