We Fuck Completely Naked Outdoors

 

We climb out of the second floor window onto the flat roof of the sun porch. We're completely naked, and even though the house is in a neighborhood, it's surrounded by thick forest. It's early in the afternoon, but no one can see us. We throw a comforter down, and my boy gets on all fours. We follow a general pattern: I often like to catch in bed, but he frequently likes to play catcher elsewhere.

Anyway, he moans, as I rub my hard, lubed cock on his ass. "Fuck me," he says. "Fuck me in broad daylight." I start to repeatedly push in a little and withdraw a little to prime his ass, but he suddenly tells me, "I'm okay. Fucking plunge in me. I want your cock inside me now."

 

I do as commanded; I push all the way in. "Oh, fuck yeah," I say. He's right. The sight of our naked bodies in the natural light outdoors makes my boy unusually receptive from the start. His ass is so open, so ready, so wanting, so welcoming of my erect penis.

I slowly start to thrust inside him, but he's in rare form. "I can take it like a man," he tells me. "Fucking pound my ass. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, you're the man. That's it. Oh, oh, oh, oh, rape me, you motherfucker! Oh yeah, fucking rape my ass, rape my ass, rape my ass! Ah, ah, ah, ah, stab it, boy. . .stab it. . . stab it!"

I rapidly fuck his ass, faster than I've ever pounded him before. My fuck speed takes on a life of its own. There we are: two gay men jackhammering out in the open.

All that running and weightlifting have paid off. Our athletic bodies glisten, as we enjoy the greatest fuck of our lives. I'm really letting him have it, while he's getting off on every violent thrust. The rough sex makes me want him all the more.

We fuck, as only two men can, but as we wildly pleasure each other, we become one, united in lust, bound in passion. He goes into ecstasy, as my dickhead constantly hits his prostate, and I enjoy the highest of all natural highs, while I skewer his openly receptive ass with abandon. We're fucking uncontrollably and bathing in pure sexual pleasure. In our furious, flying fuck, we lose ourselves. I become him, and he becomes me.

"I'm cumming," I say out loud, as he previously commanded me to do, during one of our early fucks. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm going to fucking cum!" All of a sudden, I shove my hard cock in his ass as far as I can go and spew a good 15 seconds of sperm inside him. My short, frequent, machine-gun yelling matches my dick squirting.

He loudly groans, as I fill his ass with cum. He thoroughly enjoys my cock convulsions inside him, as well as the wetter than wet feeling of catching my semen. My hard, loud splooging turns him on so much that it makes him ejaculate on the comforter --and beyond! "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh God, oh God, oh fuck...," he says repeatedly while blowing his load. Man, if that roof could talk...

Afterwards, I slowly fuck him some more. Non-alcohol moisturizer is the greatest lube, but cum makes my dick in his ass feel all the more slick. After such an ass-fucking workout, we enjoy slowing down. It's a great continuation of male bonding. We're both racked up and satisfied. 

My dick grows softer inside him, and his ass tickles me as it pushes me out. We collapse beside each other, beholding the early afternoon sky. When I catch my breath, I lay on top of him. Our wet, limp penises feel good pressed together. 

Nudity and man sex makes real men out of us. We work out like men, we strip down like men, we walk around naked like men, we get hard like men, we fuck like men, we cum like men, and we recharge like men. Our naked male bodies are dedicated to each other's pleasure.

We kiss and enjoy our post-animalistic state. We feel fantastic. We stripped, we fucked, we came, and we collapsed --all naked and all outside. Later, we hit the shower. We soap each other up and spend extra time washing each other's dick and ass. What's mine is his, and what's his is mine.

Then, we refuel on crackers and chicken salad --still naked, of course. Next, we jump in bed and take a siesta. Neither of us own pajamas. We always sleep together naked. After resting, we might fuck again --this being the weekend in our two-man nudist colony.

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This article can be non-commercially cited or shared, as long as full and clear credit is given to Masculine Gay Guys.

Photo credits:

Two Men in Pre-Fuck Mode 1 -- Joshua Michael Brickman (left)

          and Steven Dehler for Photographer Jorge Suárez;

Doggie Style 2, 3, and 4 -- Brodie fucks Sander for Sean Cody;

Two Naked Men on Grass 5 -- Kyle (above) and Lane Carson;

Post-Sex Kiss 6 -- Brodie (above) kisses Curtis for Sean Cody;

Post-Fuck Shower 7 -- Manny (left) kisses and fondles Devy in

          Palm Springs Getaway 2 for Sean Cody.

Enjoy the Pagan Mysticism of Fucking Your Guy

I was a gay playboy. I frequented gay bars, looking for my next mark. When I spotted a good-looking guy, my mouth would go dry. (Thank the gods for drinks!) In that moment, I knew I would be chatting up my next lay, who might even turn out to be my next boyfriend. Later, I cruised the free online dating sites, looking for the same.

I met my husband on a paid subscription webpage. It's true what they say: You get what you pay for. When you pay a site, you find much better guys who are looking for something more. It only took me two weeks to find David. We instantly clicked, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and it was obvious that we had found the love above all loves.

We've been together for five years now, and contrary to popular belief, the sex is far from vanilla. Every time we get it on, it's a gift from the gods. First, David is built. When I caress his thick, hairy chest --my fatal fetish-- I instantly get an erection.

I've slept with plenty of Greek gods before, because that's my type, but I would always steel myself. Some were boyfriend material, and some were not, but not a one of them was serious enough to marry. David is different. We love each other beyond measure. There's no holding back.

We engage in a lot --and I mean a lot-- of foreplay. You could even call it a ritual, but never boring. We service our nips and shafts, and occasionally teabag each other. We have to negotiate our ticklish spots. For me, it's the frenulum, the underside spot just below my dickhead and pee-hole.

When I was just starting out, a guy's tongue would tickle the Devil out of it, but over the years, I've gotten a lot better at enjoying being sucked. David's weakness is his balls. I can lick and suck one ball at a time, but taking both of his jewels in my mouth sends him to the Moon. He's starting to get more accustomed to it, though.

Anyway, we're versatile. We both love to fuck and be fucked. We start slow, but later build up speed. The catcher loves the prostate pounding, and the pitcher enjoys the fast stimulation of the shaft. Also, even though our balls retract during sex, they still bounce around somewhat, due to fast jackhammer fucking. I love when my balls bounce. It feels me feel like a man.

We've fucked hundreds of times, but each time is like the first time. It's as if we're consummating our lust that first fateful afternoon. Yes, we lived in sin for three months, before getting married, but many couples gay and straight sample the merchandise, before taking the plunge. (You have to make sure you're sexually compatible.)

At any rate, sometimes, we have cause-and-effect ejaculations. One of us plays pitcher and cums inside the catcher, who, in turn, feels the squirts inside and cums himself. Other times, just pounding the prostate makes the catcher cum earlier that the pitcher. Sometimes, one or both of us have enough dry orgasms that we don't need to cum. On rare occasions, we cum at the same time.

All in all, sex between us is a mystical combination of nothing and everything. Free from clothes and jewelry, we are naked men stripped down to our bare essentials. We have nothing but our hands, mouths, and dicks to pleasure each other.

In our naked nothingness, we enjoy each other as men, we fuck fast and hard, we cease to be individuals, and we become one flesh --something larger than ourselves. We feel spiritual, a gay male love sanctified by the gods. We continue that glorious tradition of the ancients, who worshiped the ideal love between two males.

As they fucked, we fuck. Our man sex is surprisingly normal, natural, and healthy, but it's also the highest expression of male bonding. From our separate, naked bodies, we create the masculine love we yearned for in our younger years.

Of course, another advantage of homosexuality is the freedom from fear of unintended reproduction. It was an ancient, celebrated form of birth control. Nowadays, with modern crowding, gay sex in general is making a comeback.

I have always been a connoisseur of male beauty. To me, watching two men kiss is the most beautiful thing in the world. So, David and I engage in pagan worship of our naked bodies. We sleep naked, we fuck naked, and we walk around the house naked. We revel in our nude bodies, which were created in the gods' images, and in our embrace, we become a higher work of art: separately handsome, but together overwhelming.

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Photo credits:

Tanktop and Poofy Hair 1 -- Cruising. Dir. William Friedkin.

     Lead. Al Pacino (third from left). United Artists, 1980.

Muscular Missionary Style 2 -- Origin unknown.

Laid-Back Service 3 -- Joey sucks Archie for Sean Cody.

Pure Teabag Pleasure 4 -- Origin unknown.

Standing Fuck 5 -- Brandon pitches Brodie for Sean Cody.

Bed Fuck 6 -- Steven catches Brodie for Sean Cody.

Gay Pulp Fiction 7 -- Maston, Raymond. Hard Hat Boss. 

     Power Force Series. North Hollywood, CA: Arena, 1983.

Locker Room Fondling 8 -- Origin unknown.