With cloud cover our summer day wasn’t all that warm. We decided we couldn’t do our preferred outdoor type of penis play. Instead we drove to one of our favorite spots, down a rutted dirt backroad that nobody hardly ever used, headed off a little ways behind a grove of hemlock trees and parked.
On the way, Roger had pulled out his prick from his jeans and waved it around as the van lurched around on the road. I salivated. He was hot to trot.
We parked, pulled the curtains shut and settled down in the back of the van. Clothes came off fast.
I sat there looking at my bud, both our cocks out and hard before we’d even done anything to each other.
Roger’s got a middle-aged belly, lots of hair, but he’s well put together. I loved how his balls swung when he peeled his clothes off.
“I can only do once today, bud,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be two for you.” I figured he had a good supply of pent-up semen in him.
I was impatient and had Roger lie down on the mattress we kept in the bus, all rolled up and set for just this sort of thing.
Had him spread out his arms and legs in an “X” position, his prick already hard and pointing up his belly.
Grabbed a carpenter’s pencil out of the small tackle box of tools I kept in the bus, stocked with simple hand tools, a couple screwdrivers, some box wrenches, spare parts and hardware I always kept around for emergency repairs.
Put marks on the woodwork Roger had so nicely done to line the van’s sides, indicating where it looked suitable to put the restraint eye-bolts.
My own cock bobbed as I did this.
I saw Roger’s eyes on my prick while I maneuvered around. He had that hungry look he gets, and I had to laugh.
After we had done our little rope attachment points markings and calculations, of course we had gotten seriously worked up.
The sun had come out from the clouds and the van was starting to get uncomfortably warm.
We’re both sitting there, with erections pointing straight up, looking at each other.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Outside?”
Roger nodded. In the sun it would be warm, but the breeze would feel good and keep the mosquitoes away. One of our favorite clearings was nearby, it would work.
“A nude run to the sun? Eh?” He wagged his erection from side to side.
We laughed. We pulled on socks and boots, that was all. I grabbed a blanket, and we made a dash, cocks waving wildly from side to side through the forest to the clearing, moving too fast for the bugs to follow.
My penis-head felt like it weighed ten pounds, bobbing up and down most uncomfortably. Sneaking a look at Roger from time to time was enough to make my own tongue hard.
Panting and sweated up, we ran our way to the center of the clearing.
We stood looking at each other.
Roger’s round taut belly, those sturdy legs. Balls drawn up in that furry nest.
And a cock pointing straight out.
I couldn’t wait.
I spread out the blanket, dropped to my knees, and took his cock-head into my mouth.
The gates of heaven opened. My lips as well.
I tongued him good, got him all wet and slobbery, then withdrew to admire my mouth-work.
His penis stood out straight, pointing right at me, lovely sunlight on the shining skin surface.
Then my mind went into gear, driven by some outside force, and I began to recite some words that had arrived out of the blue.
Our Phallus, who art from Roger
Orgasm be thy name
Thy semen will come
Thy balls be done
From loins to mouth, my heaven…
Roger threw back his head and laughed. His penis shook with the rest of his body.
“Where’d that come from? How’s the rest go?”
I shook my head.
“I dunno. That’s all for now, the words just popped into the cranium. I’ll have to work on it.”
I looked up at him.
“I assume I can keep worshiping at the sperm shrine though? Even though I don’t have the rest of the prayer completed yet?”
Roger didn’t say anything, just looked at me and pushed his cock into my face.
Sometimes I can go slow, extend things so that excitement is prolonged. This was not one of those times.
I went back to Roger’s cock, not straight out anymore but more pointing skyward, but not before licking and nuzzling his balls from underneath.
He spread his legs a little to give me better access, and I got great enjoyment out of slicking them up, easing each egg around in my mouth, my nose buried in the unmistakable scent of his groin hair, sweaty and earthy, all of it enough to make my own cock twitch.
Then lips around his cock-head, licks to his frenulum, until he started humping into me.
I held his ass cheeks while they squeezed, and he jetted four good streams of sperm into my mouth. His hips got slower with each push, each pulse from his cock just a bit less energetic than the one before. He went soft quick in my mouth, my tongue still working him, wanting him to stay wet and close for a long time.
But he slopped out.
We spread the blanket and lay down next to each other. Roger’s eyes went off to the sky and the tree tops framing our view.
We lay for some time, until I found his hand reaching for my prick.
My turn went slower. His own cock was recovering, me in no rush for my pleasure.
We did the usual things. He stroked me. Licked my balls while he nestled between my legs. Lay down on his back while I ran the underside of my prick over his face and then dropped my cock-head into his mouth.
In maybe twenty or thirty minutes, both of us taking frequent breaks and just looking at each other, he was hard again himself.
We finished each other in a sixty-nine, hadn’t done that in awhile. Roger on top, I loved the way he humped his hips into my face, his balls right above me and he pushed out another good gusher of sperm. His own excitement was enough to send my own sperm forth, and we each nursed at each other’s cock until Roger couldn’t take any more contact and he rolled off.
Then, side by side, each of us exhausted, me on my stomach, Roger on his back, we grabbed a little nap there in the sun.
I don’t know how long we dozed, but a mosquito bite on my back brought me back to consciousness. The tree shade had returned with the sun’s passage overhead, inviting the insects. We looked at each other groggy-eyed.
We’d run a bit of a risk, lying nude in the open. Any hiker coming by, or someone spotting the VW and investigating, who’d likely be local, would have gotten an eyeful. But we had chosen our spot for its remoteness.
Roger looked at my rump.
“You got some sun there.” Indeed my skin was no longer pale but distinctly pink. I often worked shirtless in my backyard in summer, so was tan enough there, but my ass stayed pretty white. Not any more.
I looked at him, he’d been on his back.
“Think your own prick got sunburned too?”
“Hope not, maybe some groin hair was protection, that and the fact that it shrank back to tiny helped.”
His thighs, although not quite as pale as my ass had been, were also a bit red.
We laughed.
But it was no laughing matter later that night with Barb.
While disrobing in our bedroom with the light still on she noticed my bum.
“Good lord Clay! Your ass is lobster red. What happened? Roger paddle you or something?”