It was his turn to lick some dick. As I leaned against the tree, I watched as he kneeled before me to begin to open my chaps then my jeans with his teeth. My hard flesh rocket sprang into the air as he wrestled with the last button of my jeans. With long slow strokes of his tongue he coated my dick with his spit. He sank lower and started to bath my ball sack and bush with loving care. I was loved to watch a master of this art at work. I almost blew my load when he took my hard piece into his hot mouth and ran his tongue all over the head and underside. I let out a load groan as he suck my dick all the way to my hairy bush. In long and slow strokes he suck my hard one eyed willy.