The smell of fresh coffee invaded my dreams. Stirring, I opened my eyes into dim twilight, filtering through undressed windows. Crisp morning air crept in from a pair of antique glass doors, both swung open. The high gabled ceiling was ribbed with raw timber beams. The space had no interior walls; the contents of most houses shared one room, but thoughtfully grouped as expected. My morning wood pressed up against a heavy woolen blanket.
"Damn I have to piss," I said to myself.
I flung off the blanket and swung my legs around to sit up, placing my feet down on a large area rug beneath the bed. My sore asshole, a souvenir of Mike's pounding, gave a hitch to my step as I shuffled to the toilet where I lifted the seat and emptied my bladder. At first my stream was "chunky," sputtering and shifting as jizz from last night washed away. Clearing, it became a torrent. Finally slowing to a trickle, I finished with the ritual shake, then flushed.
"Coffee in the kitchen," Mike hollered from outside.
I walked over to the pot, collected a mug from the shelf, and poured a full cup, then walked out onto a large, covered deck. Mike was hunched forward, leaning against the railing, sipping from his cup. Setting my coffee down, I embraced him, pulled his body against mine, and whispered into his ear, "Morning."
Pressing back into me, he responded, "Morning."
I moved to his side after collecting my cup, joining him at the railing. The dim morning light revealed a narrow valley, surrounded by dense pine. It stretched in both directions, following a stony creek from the Northeast, turning South, slithering back and forth for miles. A herd of cattle grazed peacefully within the central clearing.
"Was that a house?" I asked, pointing down to a ruined foundation in a small grove of pines.
He took a long sip of coffee. "I grew up in it," pausing and taking a breath. "In eighty-eight it was destroyed in a flood." He took another long sip. "I used whatever I could salvage to rebuild up on this ridge." The profound sadness in his eyes tore at my gut; I decided not to pursue it further. He would share more, or not, in his own time. The sound of a rapping woodpecker echoed through the valley. Mike walked over to a table next to a wicker sofa and picked up a pair of binoculars.
"What do you use those for?" I asked playfully. He placed them to his eyes and pointed them at my dick. "Fuck you," I said with a smile.
"Mostly wildlife," he said laughing. "I'll show you." He stood at the railing and adjusted the focus of his binoculars; after a few seconds he pulled them away. "It's a Harry Woodpecker," he said.
I burst out laughing.
"I didn't name the fuck'n thing, that's just what it's called." We both laughed as Mike gestured for me to stand facing the rail. Pressing his body against mine, he passed them to me with his right hand while holding my chest with his left. "Second from the left, two-thirds up," he said, pointing to the grove.
I pointed the binoculars to the second pine, scanning up until I saw it. The woodpecker continued its periodic drumming, the sound delayed by the distance. Mike placed his right hand on my stomach, pulling us tight as I continued looking through his binoculars. Scanning north to a distant timber bridge where the creek passed calmly beneath.
"My cousin and I used to skinny-dip under that bridge," he said, guessing what had drawn my focus. "After crossing it, the road continues for another two miles, where it dead ends at Joe's furthest gate. The valley climbs sharply from that point, following the creek. It's warmed by thermal springs a few miles up."
"Joe?" I asked.
"My... neighbor, he owns the property up there, that's his cabin." He pointed past the bridge and toward lit windows on the opposite side, mostly shrouded in trees. "Those are his cows, there," he said, pointing to the herd of cattle below. "I don't have livestock; Joe rents my land for grazing his herd. He spent time with me after the flood, helping me rebuild, and teaching me how to swallow a dick" He stopped, waiting for the comment to sink in. I couldn't see his face but could hear the smirk on his lips.
"Clearly, he's an exceptional teacher," I said, thinking of last night.
"He was here for me when I lost everything, it wasn't about getting our rocks off." Again, there was something left unsaid. The silence stretched on until he lowered his hand and softly cupped my dick and balls. "I'm hungry, how about sausage and eggs."
Not completely sure which direction he was going to take this, I remained still, just enjoying his touch.
"I'll cook up some breakfast," he said after a few seconds.
Sizzling, meat popped and sputtered as it filled the house with delicious aromas. Wiping a hot spatter from his naked chest, he pulled out an apron and put it on. "Burning my dick might throw a wrench into our weekend," he said, giving me a wink and grinning.
Seeing his bare ass from the back of that apron was turning me on. I walked up behind him and pressed my stiff dick against his ass and wrapped my arms around him. "You are one sexy man," I whispered in his ear.
"It's just the apron," he said with a self-deprecating smirk.
Pulling him from his cooking, I looked deep into his eyes and kissed his lips. "I don't want to fuck your apron."
He smiled and kissed me back.
Returning to the cooking, he dropped some bread in the toaster; plating sausage links, strips of bacon, and fried eggs, then set the plates on the table. The telephone rang and he walked over, picking it up. "Hello? Hey Joe, just talking about you... yep... not wild, just horny..."
I could hear laughter through the handset. The call continued.
"Yep, just ignore the wildlife." More laughter as Mike hung up the phone.
He explained as we sat at the kitchen table to eat, "Joe asked if I'd heard any wild animals last night."
I laughed, slightly embarrassed.
Reading my expression, he held my hand in his. "Joe is shameless. When I told him it was us, he laughed his ass off and told us to take pictures." His expression firm, he continued. "Here, we can do whatever the hell we want. I'm planning to make a lot of fuck'n noise with you and the only other person in earshot would join us if we asked."
As we finished eating, a loud buzz drifted up from the staircase. "Laundry," he said. "Back in a minute." He cleared the table and descended the steps.
I wandered back out onto the deck. This was a different world from my city apartment, and the fresh air was both relaxing and invigorating. I could see myself falling in love with this place and never wanting to go back. I laid down on the wicker sofa, propped my head on the cushioned armrest, and allowed the morning air to chill my naked skin.
Mike returned a few minutes later with the blanket from his bed. "I moved our clothes to the dryer, not that we'll need them till Monday," he said, grinning mischievously. Placing the blanket over the wicker sofa, he sat down, gesturing for me to join.
I happily complied, snuggling up close. I laid my head on his shoulder while gently running my fingers through the hair on his chest. Wrapping the blanket around us, we sat silently, watching the sunrise paint the western mountains in brilliant orange, transitioning slowly to daylight as it moved down the flanks.
Mike was not much for conversation. Not that he would hold his tongue when there was something that needed saying; he was simply at peace in silence.
A morning breeze whispered through the surrounding pines and the chill began to lift as my attention drifted from the scenery back to the man beside me. My right hand rested on Mike's warm chest, rising, and falling as his lungs drew each breath. I ran my fingers through his soft fur, pulling his focus. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, losing himself in my touch.
He moaned softly and rolled his hips forward as I circled his firm nipples. Pushed up, the blanket on his lap betrayed his erection. I worked my hand down, caressing his skin with the lightest touch, gently tracing each contour. His body shook as I brushed his ticklish spots. Resting my fingers on his stomach, I followed the trail down to his groin, stopping against his hard dick.
Raising his head, he looked at me and grinned, removing the blanket.
I laid my head in his lap, burying my nose in his groin. Palming his dick, I pressed it to the side of my face and inhaled. The heat from his body intensified his scent, setting my brain on fire, sending me into a feeding frenzy. I ran my wet mouth up and down his long shaft, tasting his warm flesh.
Mike laid his head back and moaned softly.
I wanted more. Burying my face between his thighs, I tried to pull his balls into my mouth, but our position wouldn't allow it. Mike wanted me to have them, so he stood and guided me onto my back. He laid down on top with his face at my drooling dick and presented his to me.
Taking no time, I held his dick in my fist and pressed my lips to his tender scrotum, carefully pulling it into my mouth and caressing each testicle with my tongue. Drool ran down the sides of my mouth when I finally let them go.
Without warning, Mike plunged down, swallowing my cock in his throat.
"E-easy man, your mouth is my kryptonite," I stammered as I twitched uncontrollably. "I won't last long if you keep that up."
"No promises," he said with an evil grin. "Now get back to work."
"If you're going to play dirty, then so can I," I thought to myself. With a firm grip on his ass, I pulled him down, pinning his cock to my chest. Without warning I pried his cheeks open and buried my tongue in his tight ass.
"Holy Fuck!" he roared.
I shoved my face inside, slobbering like a bottle-fed calf. His ass bucked and twisted as my mouth worked him over. Losing focus on my dick, he dropped it, consumed by my tongue in his ass. He wanted more and pressed hard into my face trying to get me further inside.
