A Cup of Coffee in the Morning

His butt cheeks peek quietly out from underneath the soft folds of the pale green sheets. They barely cover the round fullness of the sleeping man’s pronounced derriere. Fine hairs whisper across the shapely roundness of his abundant ass, they tell their own amorous and alluring story with each blade of this splendid field of wonder. A gentle wind blows from the overhead vent, these hairs move under the sway of this artificially created breeze. And the faint dusting of these brunette hairs on his broad shouldered back tells me that this man is more mature than many of the others that have shared my bed for a night or two in times past. But last night’s fuck; their shared interaction has proven many of his long-held assumptions and views of older men. To be wrong. He was pleasantly surprised by the amore that took place between them two of them among these frazzled sheets. It was one of the wildest of nights he has spent in quite some time with another man. It was far more than what he expected. Or had hoped for. But he is now glad he welcomed the older man with spread legs.

His footsteps cause a creak on the old wooden and severely battered floorboards as he steps towards his taken bed. He sits and rests his bare bottom atop the exposed sheet and near the dozing man in his bed. The warm cup of coffee in his right hand grasped by the handle is a sign that this day must begin.

The sleeping man stirs in the unmade bed as he sits upon it with his weight. He is slowly awakening as the morning sunlight filters through the flimsy window curtain casting the room in its warm golden glow.

Their eyes lock upon one another as the visitor begins to stir from the night’s brief time spent in slumber. But it is a surprise that any sleep ever happened at all after the early morning hour when they finally drifted off with their heads nestled in the many pillows on the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head. I hope you like a cup of coffee in the morning. I added just a touch of cream, and a teaspoon or two of sugar to sweeten it. Ever so. I hope that is…okay. With you?” He says, meekly.

“It sounds good. Really.” The awakening man says as he wipes the flakes from the corner of his eyes as the haze of a night’s dream evaporates. “It is fine. Really.”

“When you are ready. I can prepare us some breakfast if you’d like. Or whatever you’d like. I will gladly be your cook. I would like to be.”

“Sure. But not yet.” The awakening man continues. “We have all day. I hope.”

“We, do.” He says. Energetically. “Oh! Yes. We do.”

This brings a smile to his face. They usually bolt like lightning when the sun rises in the morning. But this man is different. And he likes that. He really does. And that he awakens in a pleasant manner. Another check mark for the man’s names that has slipped from his mind. Names are not a thing he is prone to recall. Other things. Not so much.

The awakening man moves about in the bed. The sheet falling from his side-turned waist, revealing the presence of his manly fur around his now exposed cock. His erection is poking forth as a signal that a trip to the bathroom will soon be imminent. A man must dispel the water from the night’s rest.

“Excuse me.” The man says as he shifts in the bed while his hard-on bouncing about as he slides across the bed and nearer to him. “And where is the bathroom? I am in most need of it. At this moment.”

“It is there.” He points with a finger as the man scoots from the bed and walks hastily across the floor in his bare feet. And into the small bathroom. Soon the sound of a morning piss hitting the white porcelain bowl echoes throughout the almost vacant rooms. And then the expectant flush follows soon after at the end. And then the turning on of the sink water as he quickly washes his hands in the aftermath.

“Here is your coffee.” He says as he greets his overnight visitor at the door of the bathroom as his weight rests lazily on the doorframe. “I do not want it to get cold. I want it to be warm for you. If not, I can put it in the microwave for a few minutes and warm it up.”

He cannot help himself as he surveys the man with the coffee cup in his two strong hands. He cradles it among his fingers for added warmth before he brings it to his mouth. And his lips.

As he lifts the cup up to his mouth, his chest muscles react as if it were some great and mighty weight caused from the cup of warm liquid. His biceps show a magnificence, and their definition shows their strength as the cup nears his lips each time, he lifts the cup to his mouth. As he sips away at the liquid. The scruffiness of the several days growth from his unshaven face curls under the steam wafting up from the warm cup of coffee. It tickles the slightly wiggling mustache under his sharp regal nose.

Upon the man’s many storied pectoral muscles is a field of neatly cropped parsing of masculinity.

His hands goes there, to his overnight visitor, he rakes his fingers through the denseness of the man’s furry forest.

“You have a nice chest.” He says as his hands continue to brush through his visitor’s furriness, as he stands in bated awe at the patterns created into a haphazard maze on the man’s chest by his fingers.

“You said so many times, last night, if I recall correctly” The man says. “And you said more, too. I might add. All complimentary.”

He says this far too often too far too many men. But he likes the feel of this man. Especially. He thinks to himself as he is reminded by the overnight visitor at stating the obvious.

“I get quite complimentary when I am attracted to someone. And you are someone to be showered with every compliment I can conceive of in my head. And to utter. Aloud. To you.”

“And you are attracted to me?” The man says. “I am happy to hear that. I feel the same way about you, too. I do.”

“I would not have asked you back here to my place. If there was not something I found about you that put me in such awe.”

“As I took my piss, I looked out the bathroom window and saw some farm equipment. Is this an active farm?” The visitor asks.

“It is my family’s farm. Or it was. It is mine now. All of it. But I have not decided whether I should farm it again or not.”

“Can we go for a walk outside?” The visitor asks as he scratches his balls and gives his cock a slight yank in front of him. He wants to do the same himself, but he chooses to not do so. But his attraction for the man seems to be growing the longer he stares at him.

“Yes.” He says. “We can go for a walk. We can do whatever you would like to do.”

“Can we do it naked? The walk.” The visitor asks. “I have been unable to be bare where I live for a very long time. And I would so like the chance to be naked out here at your place.”

“I suppose so. There is only us. So, I cannot see anything wrong with it.”

“Good. Good.” The visitor says. “When can we go?”

“Now is as good a time as any, I suppose. Are you finished with your coffee? Or would you’d like another cup.” He asks his guest.

“No. One cup is fine.” He replies.

His guest lifts the coffee cup to his lips and swallows the last of the now cooling liquid down his throat. He watches the man’s Adam’s apple as the java is swallowed. This causes a stir in his loins. It is the same thing that was done when his visitor swallowed his cock last night, at the club.

“That was just what I needed.” The man says. “You make a mean cup of Joe.”

“Thanks.” He says. “But it was just instant. I thought I had some real coffee, but I ran out. But I am glad you liked it. Though.”

“Now I am ready to go.” The man says as he places his empty coffee cup on the bedside table. After doing this, he leans in and gives the morning coffee bringer a gentle peck on his blushing red cheek.

He does not say anything, but he is flushed red with bated emotion at his overnight guest show of overt affection towards him, and it causes his temperature to rise ever-so slightly. And his cock grows from the man’s outward expression directed at him.

“My peck made your cock hard, I see, Evan.” The overnight visitor says.

“You remembered my name.” Evan says. “You did!”

“Of course, I did.”

“I am sorry, but your name has slipped my mind.” Evan says. “Sorry.”

“It’s all right. My name is Carter.” Carter says.

“I am sorry, Carter.” Evan says. “Please forgive me.”

“Its nothing. Really. You have nothing to be worried about.” Carter continues. “Really.”

They walk out the bedroom. And see their position above the looming stairwell.

“Oh. I forgot we were on a second floor.” Carter says.

“I didn’t.” Evan says. “We did manage to christen a few of these steps before we made it up to this bedroom.”

“Did we fuck on those steps?” Carter asks.

“I did get a poke or two at your ass. But it was fleeting. We were like two mad animals as we made our way up these stairs.” Evan says.

“And did I get a try or two at yours?” Carter asks.

“You attempted. You were way to frenzied. Way to excited.” Evan replies.

“I get like that. I get so excited. But I am not as young of a buck as you, Evan.”

“That maybe true. But you more than make-up for it with your enthusiasm.” Evan says.

“Age does have it pleasures.” Carter says. “I am a fifty-one-year-old man who wants to be forty again. But knows he never will be.”

“Well. I am a thirty-six-year-old man who will never be twenty-five again. But that does not matter. I am still all man.” Evan says in response to Carter’s declaration of his age. “Just like you. Only younger. And less experienced. But willing to embrace anything.”

“Let’s quit with this gabbing. It’s cool outside now, I hope. I want to enjoy the early morning sun with you.” Carter says. “And let my cock breathe in the morning air.”

Carter steps in front of Evan and starts on his way down the stairs. He cannot help but to admire the older man’s shapely ass. The word more precisely is that he is staring at it. And intensely. The light brown hairs that dance over Carter’s impressive backside makes his wiggly hard-on ache with an intense longing as he remembers how close he came to piercing the man’s deepest of divinity. More than once.

“Quit staring at my ass.” Carter says with a sheepish giggle as he makes his way down the few steps. Once at the bottom he turns and looks back up at Evan. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was embarrassed.” Evan says.

“Don’t be.” Carter says. “Your hard-on tells me all I need to know, and I like all of what I see. By-the-way.”

Carter reaches for Evan’s cock and lets his fingertip smear this leaking juice over the swell of his bulbous mushroom-head. As he does the sunlight from a nearby window makes Evan’s cockhead glisten in its glowing light. Evan’s blonde haired pubes sparkle under the glow. And in his case, the carpet does indeed match the drapes. And with the excess Carter brings his cum-soaked finger to his lips and licks what is left from the fingertip.

“Sweet.” Carter says. “Like a bottle of aged fine wine.”

“Never heard my cum described in that way before.” Evan says. “But I will take it.”

“Oh! There are my clothes.” Carter says. “I was wondering where they were. I did not see them in the bedroom.”

“We got naked down here.” Evan says. “We could barely contain ourselves once we got out of your truck. Once we got inside. We were lust-fueled. And acted accordingly.”

“I was in lust when I saw you at the party.” Carter says. “My cock got hard at that very moment.”

“Mine did the same when I saw you. Too.” Evan says.

They continue out a side door of Evan’s two-story farmhouse and into the path of Carter’s parked truck.

“I need to get something out of my truck.” Carter says. “Give me a minute.”

“You don’t need a gun. I’ve mowed the yard and some of the side road yesterday. So, we can see any snakes if there are lurking about in the grass.” Evan says.

“No. I am not after any gun.”

Carter reaches into the center console of his truck and fetches something that is there.

“Found it.” Carter says as he places his cock snug inside a glistening silver metal cock-ring. Once he is done. His balls and cock are spotlighted abundantly inside the circular piece of bright metal.

“Damn!” Evan says. “That is impressive.”

“I like my cock-ring.” Carter says. “I like my whole collection.”

“So. Do I. Do you have a lot of them?” Evan says happily.

“I have several, but I keep one in my truck. In case I need one.” Carter says. “Like now.”

Evan brings his fingers to Carter’s cock where a dollop of his juice squirms forth from the emerging erection. He smears the seed atop Carter’s engorged head like what had been done to him only a few minutes earlier.

“Just as impressive as it was last night.” Evan says.

“Like it was when you saw me in the club at the urinals?” Carter says.

“Yes.” Evan says. “And then I reached for it, and you did not pull back.”

“Why would I, when a handsome younger stranger wants my cock.” Carter says. “I do not want to waste any opportunity for some unexpected and unanticipated pleasure with a man like you.”

“Yes.” Evan says. “Our ducking into an empty stall for a moment while you teased my hole with your cock was nice, but you did not fuck me there.”

“No. I am not much for random bathroom fucks.” Carter says. “These ole bones like to be comfortable. And relaxed. And not in a banging loud bathroom. Although in my younger years I fucked a many of a man before a crowd. But not now. I want something more. Something meaningful.”

“It’s why I asked you back here.” Evan says. “And I did not want you out of my sight.”

“What did your friends think when you left with me, instead of with them.” Carter continues.

“They were jealous.”

“They were.” Carter says surprised.

“Yes. They were.” Evan says. “They had noticed you too. But were unsure of how to approach you.”

“But not you. No. You were a little bolder than them. I believe.” Carter says. “And I am glad you did. Very glad.”

With that Carter leans in and gives Evan an enthusiastic kiss on the lips. Their first lip-to-lip between them despite the exchange of their other juices that has already transpired. As the kiss was exchanged both of their cocks have a mock sword fight between their hairy thighs as the distance between them had shortened in this brief exchange.

“We aren’t getting anywhere soon with all these stops. And it is getting warmer.” Evan says. “But I think I have a remedy for that too. For us to cool off.”

“You do.” Carter says.

“I do. Yes. I think I do.” Evan finishes.

“Well. Lead the way.” Carter says.

Evan reaches for Carter’s hand. And Carter takes Evan’s. They walk like two lost loves now found. Their cocks jutting out in front of them like a compass telling them where they should go. And gentle dollops of their juices seep from their ever-widening pee-holes as their feet tramp through the freshly mowed green grass.

“The grass is almost like a carpet. It is so soft under my feet.” Carter says. “It reminds me of my grandmother’s home. She had grass like this.”

“I’ve never noticed.” Evan says.

“You’ve never walked barefoot on this wonderful farm?”

“No.” Evan says. “Never been naked outside of the house.”

“What a waste.” Carter says. “I would never put on a stitch of clothing if I lived all the way out here among this beauty.”

This perks Evan’s ears up. Carter could come out here any time he wants. But he was unsure if he should make these feelings known. At this time. He did not want to assume Carter meant anything by what he said. He does not know him well-enough, yet. But for some strange reason, he wants to trust Carter. He really does.

They continue walking. In the distance, a gentle tap-tap-tap echoes throughout the trees as they walk along a road cut through by dual tire treads through the grass mowed down by Evan.

“I hear a woodpecker.” Carter says. “Or maybe it is more than one. I do not know. But it better than the bang-bang-bang noises in town as another high-rise is constructed.”

“There are birds everywhere.” Evan says. “I have a hummingbird feeder in the front yard. There are so many of those little buggers fighting over the food in it.”

“This is what I miss about living in the country.” Carter says.

“You are a country boy?” Evan asks.

“Oh yeah! Born, bred and raised.” Carter says. “I have lived in the city for about twenty years, now. Moved there with my first boyfriend. My partner all those years ago.”

“Where is he? Your boyfriend.” Evan ask. “Now.”

“My Ex-boyfriend. My Ex-partner. We parted ways some years ago.” Carter says. “Something changed between us. Something I have never understood. He just picked-up and left me one day out of the blue.”

“You still see him? You ever see him?”

“No. He moved back to Ohio. Back to his hometown. I have not seen him since. Nor have I ever heard from him, again. And I suspect, I never will.” Carter explains as his mind and mouth whispers back to a past he thought he had filed away deep in his memory.

“You still love him?”

“I think about him. Yes. I wonder how he is. Yes. But the love I once had for him has all but evaporated because of the passage of time.” Carter says. “Can we not talk about him. Right now. I am here with you. And that is where I want to be. I am with you. And I am happy.”

Evan squeezes Carter’s hand tight. Tighter. And Carter does the same in return. And each man’s cock also responds to the passionate squeeze of their hands. He did not expect such openness from Carter. A man he is known for less than twenty-four hours, but each man had emptied a hefty load of their precious seed into the other, so intimacy and openness was not a stretch. For them two. At this point. He has surmised.

“You are a sexy man.” Evan says. “And there is something mysterious too, about you, but I am not sure what it is.”

“I am not sure if I am sexy. Or even if I am mysterious. But I like that you think that I am those things. And that makes you even more the attractive.” Carter says. “But, right now, I am in the mood for a hot…long fuck. And I want to fuck you.”

Carter whips Evan around and shoves him playfully against a tall pine tree while he buries his scruffy face into Evan’s equally unshaven face. The bark of the tree rubs into Evan’s ass. He has had bigger trees between his ass cheeks before, but he wants Carter’s cock in there now. Right now.

“Whoa!” Evan manages to say before he welcomes the roughness of Carter’s passionate advance onto his wet mouth. Their tongues fight a battle neither wants to win. Both just enjoy this playful fight as they exchange the outpouring of slobber between them two.

Carter grinds his brown furred hard-on into Evan’s equally blanketed blonde-haired wrapped erection. Carter backs away. Ever so slightly.

“Your balls are full again.” Evan says. “I see.”

“I guess so.” Carter says. “But being around you has sparked the fires deep within me. It has been a while since I have opened my heart up to anyone. And talking to you. Being with you has lit a fire deep within me. And fucking you will not squelch that flame. I suspect it will only make it burn the ever brighter.”

“Me too.” Evan says. “Me too.”

They grind on one another for a while. Hair against hair. Hard cock against hard cock. Their actions stir the dampness within them as sweat breaks out from every pore as the sun bears down upon them.

Carter kisses his way down Evan’s heaving chest. Darting from one pointed nipple to the other. Both soft tender tissues react to the gentle nibbling of Carter’s teeth on them. Carter sniffs at the little bit of lustering fur in the center of Evan’s still heaving chest. From there, Carter forcefully raises Evan’s right arm and buries his nose into the dense pit of hair that is there. He can smell the aroma of the last night’s tryst. He digs his nose in deeper as he searches for the last vestiges of the previous night’s amorous romp.

His nose claws in deeper in Evan’s right pit before he moves to the musky swamp of the left underarm. The lust is overwhelming for Carter as he dives headfirst into Evan’s manly stank. His cock throbs with each whiff of Evan’s brushes of underarm fur while he jabs Evan fiercely in his ribs with cock-ringed flesh-piece.

In the distance, the tap-tap-tap of the lone woodpecker continues his work on some unknown stationary tree. While Carter travels southward on Evan’s body. His nose weaves it way through the line of dusty haze around his naval. But he does not stop there. He kneels like a servant would do before a reigning King at Evan’s curving upright and leaking cock.

But his mouth does not swallow the pointing tool, instead he plunges into his dense matted furred balls. Sopping them up like a boar would his spittle and then rolling around in his warm humid mouth. Further warming them in the bath of his splendid mouth juices.

Evan sighs under Carter’s lustful teasing. His moans competing with the ongoing taps of the distance ravisher in the trees. The red-headed Woody.

The more Carter devours his wobbly balls Evan seems to climb the bark of the towering pine tree rugged against his back. But his cries are not of pain but of a mounting ecstasy. Evan’s swinging cock is slapping Carter as he nibbles at the underside of these furry globes.

“Suck my cock! Suck my cock!” Evan cries out. “Please! Please!”

At this cue, Carter swallows Evan’s cock down to the nested pubic root. He goes down so fast on the cock it hits the back of his throat with the force of fueled jackhammer causing him to gag in reflex. But he does not pull himself off his task, he works through and lets the stilted 8-inches stay lodged deep in his mouth. This brings about more groans from Evan’s mouth.

Dribbles of slobber escape as drips and drabs along the stretch of Evan’s cock as Carter’s mouth slides to-and-fro along the length of the outstretched member. His tongue eases over the protruding veins; the warmth of the blood streaming inside and further heats up the now reddening dick. And Evan’s gasps have gotten louder the more steel-like his cock has become. His body now matches the fiery hue of his swollen cock.

“I want your cock inside me!” Evan utters. His blood pressure rising as he is overtaken with a flurry of passion. But Carter does not stifle his amorous afflictions. He amps up the volume of his play on Evan’s cock and balls. As this has only made the lustful discomfort of Evan more unbearable. But he trudges through. He must. He longs for Carter’s cock that is in his sights. To be plunged deep within him.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Evan bellows out as he is overwhelmed to the point of his body shaking from the unbridled lust.

Carter smiles within himself. He wanted Evan brought to this hype so when he staked him, he would be beggin’ for more. And he would deliver. Again. And again. And again.

Like before, Carter swiftly maneuvers Evan around. His backside presented before his scruffy face. As his tongue is already seeking its inner place among the hairs that frame either side of Evan’s prevailing ass-cheeks. He dives in with each thrust of the wet and warm lithe appendage from inside his mouth. Evan squirms under the skill of the older Carter’s tongue. This only intensifies the need Evan has for Carter’s steely-hard cock within him.

As he hugs the pine tree for support, Evan grabs hold of it for the dearest of his life as his wispy blonde hole grasps for each pivot of the man he is growing to strongly adore with each sign of what he knows is forthcoming.

Carter lifts himself from the passageway to the delight that is Evan’s deep interior.

“You want me to fuck you?” Carter says with strong intention.

Before Carter can finish his question. Evan says, “Yes! Yes!” Frantically.

Carter wipes the leaking pre-cum coalescing atop his engorged manhood at the entrance of Evan’s readied posterior. But he cannot help but wonder why he has waited to do so, for this amount of time but he wanted the moment to last longer. And prolong the pleasure.

“Release your ass!” Carter demands. The eye that is Evan’s hole winks at him amid the flurry of hairs parted by Carter’s skillful tongue delving in with frenzied fervor. “C’mon. You can take it. You have done so before.”

Carter works his cock into Evan’s hole. As his thickness is swallowed up by the clutches of Evan’s grasp.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Evan exclaims as the inches of Carter is sunken deep within him. But Carter does not stop once his mahogany brown pubes mingle with the fine light hairs of the hole that has readily devoured him to the hilt of his sword.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Hot Zaddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Evan screams out once he knows he has taken all of Carter. This is the sign that Carter knows he can exert his prowess on the passage that has swallowed him.

He reaches with both of his hands and clasps onto Evan’s soft flesh with all his vigor and begins actions that force more bellows of pleasure out of the mouth of Evan. He grips tighter on the hind quarter’s softness while he buries his cock deep within Evan. The tightness of his ass is one of the most glorious of feelings. While Evan squeezes with all his might around his cock while it is inside him.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Evan’s voice echoes through the trees as Carter’s plunges tear at his tender insides.

Carter pulls Evan closer into him. The man’s back is bent at a suggestive angle. An alluring one. Suggestive. Which causes Carter’s cock to delve deeper into Evan’s filled hole. Carter deeply kisses him. Their tongues lashing the passion rapidly building between them into a fury of sexual heat.

With his cock rammed to the hilt in within Evan’s ass. He cums. “Ahs” are lulled from deep inside Carter as he spews. A quiet sustained release of his milky cream. Not one of loudness. Or power. But gentleness. With each tender thrust; his seed empties into the folds of Evan’s ass.

“Uh! Uh!” Evan sighs at the momentary slip of his mouth from Carter’s wet lips. He fertilizes the ground before him with his milky seed. He squeezes tighter around the expanded cock buried deep within him.

“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The moans roll over the tongue from Carter.

They both sigh in bated explosion. In virtual unison. They meld as one in this moment as each are awash in the ecstasy. Their breathing eases from the frantic release after the delightful sperming.

Carter pulls out. His cock still at full mast because of the silver ring snuggly wrapped around his cock and now almost emptied ball.

“Next time. I want that load inside me.” Carter says. “I want all of you.”

“Whew!” Evan sighs. “You are quite the man. My ‘zaddy.’”

Carter once again hears the ‘z’ word again. But he decides to say nothing. Although he is charmed by it. He likes it. He really does.

“You mentioned earlier about a cooling off.” Carter says. “What did you mean?”

Evan kisses Carter with the flourishing abandonment of a giddy schoolgirl in her braids. Is this the fringes of a budding romance between them? He hopes.

“Yes. C’mon.” Evan says as he clasps Carter hand and pulls him along with him. “I have a surprise. C’mon, I think you will like this.”

As they run the leaking cum from Evan’s hole trails behind him like a liquid tail while it adding Carter’s spent seed to the already fertile earth.

They run for a bit. Through the wild flowering open meadow. Till they emerge near a line of a pecan trees atop a high bank.

“This is why. This is what, I meant. When I said about cooling off.” Evan says.

“It’s a pond.” Carter says. “Is this what you meant?”

“Yes.” Evan says as he releases his grip and from Carter grasp and readies himself to dive in. “Last one in is a rotten egg.”

Sounding like schoolboys still in the classroom.

Carter soon catches up to Evan as they both dive like trained swimmers into the clear waters of the small pecan tree-lined pond.

The pair swim about as their cock’s act guide them like rudders in their movements.

“This feels so fucking nice.” Carter says. “I have not skinny-dipped since I was 16-year-old.”

“I have never skinny-dipped.” Evan says. “Never.”

“You mean you’ve had this pond out here all this time and you have never swum naked.”

“No. When I swam, I always wear a suit. Even when it was only me.” Evan says.

“You have missed out on so much.” Carter says. “I need to teach you somethings. I see.”

“Please teach me.” Evan says with a submissive tone in his voice as he swims toward Carter. He wraps his arms around Carter’s neck and pulls him close as they exchange another enthusiastic kiss. While underneath the water he grinds his cock into Carter’s. Evan runs his fingers over Carter’s ripped chest.

“I need some rest. These ole bones have had themselves quite the workout. Last night. And today.” Carter says as he removes Evan’s arms from around his neck and swims to the bank of the pond. Evan follows him.

Once there. Carter rolls over on his back. His cock, now soft. Flops on his thigh. He takes the time to remove the silver cock-ring from his manly tool. The water rolls in rivulets through the mesh of his chest fur, his pubes, and all the other signs of his manhood.

“Can I put it on? Your silver cock-ring.” Evan asks as he joins Carter on the bank as each lay, cock up, on their backs, half in the water and their upper portion in the sand.

“Let me.” Carter says as he fiddles with Evan’s semi-hard-on. “You are bigger than me. You know that don’t you.”

“It does not matter the size of a man’s cock if you do not know how to use it.” Evan says. “But I am always up to learning something new.”

“Me too.” Carter says. “There. You are wearing my cock-ring. Now.”

Once encapsulated within the silver and shiny cock-ring, Evan’s cock begins to respond accordingly to the grip around it. And springs to life.

“You are getting hard again.” Carter says.

“It was your hands on me that did it.” Evan says.

“I think I played a part, but you seem to be primed and ready to go in an instant.” Carter says.

“I am.” Evan says.

“I want you to fuck me.” Carter says. “I want that cock of yours rammed deep inside my man-cunt! My ass!”

“I want it in there too.” Evan says. “You want to go inside?”

“No. I want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

“Here?” Evan asks.

“Here. Yes. Here. How many times have fucked someone outside, Evan?”

“Just once. When you fucked me, earlier. That was my first time I have ever fucked someone outside.” Evan says.

“Well, this will be your second. Of the many more times to come if I have any say-so in the matter.” Carter proclaims.

Carter lets his fingertips roam over Evan’s cock as the pre-cumming ooze seeps from it. This gets loud sighs and moans from the quivering lips of the thirty-something year-old Evan.

“I am surprised you are so naive on such things. I was fucking in front of people. In front of other men when I was in my thirties. Your age. I was dripping cum as I paraded around these droves of men.” Carter offers while he divulges easily. “I was proud to show myself off. Of my cock. I was raised in a stifling Conservative home. Taught that my cock was sinful. Taught that I was sinful for having these feelings. These desires.”

“Me. Too.” Evan says. “I was raised the same way. I was. But it is not sin. It is just being a man. A ravenous dog of a cock-welding man.”
“Agree. Me, too. I have a cock and I have every intend of using it.” Carter says.

“Me, too.” Evan says.

“Now to put this wonderful thing to some use.” Carter says as he smacks his lips and swallows Evan’s pulsing cock.

And they fuck. Evan fucks Carter with the power and fury that they have shared several times now.

Later.

“Now I am ready for a hot breakfast. Ham. Eggs. Bacon. Grits. Whatever you’ve got. At this point, I am ready to eat anything. Even a horse.” Carter says as the sweats rolls down his back and from every pore of his body to his rapidly deflating cock. That too is dripping more than the aftereffects of his spent milky white spunk.

“It is more like time for a brunch.” Evan says. “We’ve have had quite the morning work-out. Or the afternoon, as it maybe.”

Both men flash widely happy smiles after their twice-repeated physical exertions. As the sun beats down on them from its place high in the sky.

“We need to replenish the energy we have lost. Replace the protein we have splashed about on this fine sunny day.” Carter says.

“You have done well on a single cup of coffee that you had this morning.” Evan says. “But now is the time for something more substantial. Something to put some meat on your bone.”

“I agree.” Carter says. “But don’t you mean on my bones?”

“No. I mean, bone.” Evan says. “Once you get re-fueled, I want another go at you. Or you onto me. But I am not done with you, yet. My hot zaddy! Far from it.”

Carter smiles at Evan. He admires the younger man’s stamina. And ferrous vigor. And he will damned well try his best to keep up with him. He needs to stretch himself as he had done when he was Evan’s age.

“What is a zaddy? By-the-way. You have said that word several times.” Carter ask. The puzzlement of the word did not deter him when he was fucking Evan’s sweet hole when he first said it.

“It’s you. And my nickname for you too. Now.” Evan says.

The two walks towards the house. Their cocks swaying from side to side as they jut out from their hairy groins. Each drenched in the juices of the other and from their own sweat pouring forth from their every orifice of their being.

“But perhaps we should shower first before we tackle something to eat. And then maybe we can burn some more calories. Which I would like to do.” Carter says.

“Perhaps.” Evan says. “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” Carter reiterates.

“Do you want another cup of coffee in the morning? Like you had, earlier? Tomorrow morning?” Evan says. “I do not want you to leave.”

“I do not intent too.” Carter says. “I do not intent too.”

They once again reach out for the hand of the other. And walk like two found lovers. Back to the two-story farmhouse. And the hope for a new day for them both. Each feel that there are some days of promise ahead.

Some explanations:

I wanted to write something permeated with some degree of romance and a gentle tenderness and kindness among the paragraphs. I wanted the use of my words to be careful and planned as to construct a clear image for the reader to materialize in their heads. And what is said is not repetitive of what I have previously penned in other stories. I hope it is acceptable and a welcome reprieve from my previous works. And not to be absent among these words is the presence of raging hard-ons and loud expressive fierce fuckings. I have included some as part of this work. But I wanted it portrayed in a romantic way. I hope I have succeeded. Thank you.

I heard the term of ‘zaddy’ used on The View on the September 30, 2021, episode of that show. And it fits Carter’s characterization to a capital ‘t’ of the image I am trying to envision. It was used in reference to the actor, Chris Meloni and how he is perceived by some. I did not realize it until after I had nearly finished the story and decided to work it in. If you want to know the meaning of ‘zaddy’ please use GOOGLE. And I think you will agree.