We Run, Swim, and Fuck Naked in the Country

Kyle drove me to his farm in his pickup truck. It was way out in the middle of the county forest. We got there in the early afternoon and promptly took off our clothes, except for our socks and tennis shoes.

 

My naked boy looked great in the sun. He had a stocky build and a perfectly-sized penis. Before, with other guys, I'd been skewered by python-sized dicks and frustrated with three-inch stumps that couldn't get past my O-ring, but Kyle's was just right size for maximum pleasure.

 

 

For a minute, I French kissed him and fondled his big balls and beautiful shaft. Then I said, "Let's go." We started running on the dirt road that followed the perimeter of Kyle's property.

 

Our half-erect cocks slung precum on us, but we didn't care. It blended in with our sweat from the hot day. It was early summer, and the cotton Kyle was growing was just starting to peak out.

As we got into the run, our dicks calmed down and bounced wildly. The freedom from clothes made us feel all the more manly. There we were: two naked men running in the sun. The only sounds were our steps and our cocks slapping our pubic zones.

The dirt road measured half a mile around the farm. We had clocked it on the speedometer during a previous visit. So, we ran six laps to complete three miles --the cross country standard.

 

"Gosh, it's hot," Kyle said, when we finished our run.

"You're a whiny bitch," I answered, even though we were drenched in sweat.

"Oh yeah? You have a vagina."

"Well, not really, but my ass is kind of a vagina."

Kyle laughed at my generous rationalization.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked.

"You got yourself a deal."

First, we walked to the sandbar at the corner of the farm. There was a big creek covered with trees where we could cool off. Kyle got a bar of soap from the truck, and we put a blanket on the shore, along with two towels, some moisturizer, and a super water gun. (Like Boy Scouts, we came prepared.) Then, we waded into the stream and had fun bathing each other. 

 

 

We took turns soaping each other up. Nothing was off limits. We lathered up every inch of ourselves, even each other's dicks and asses. We got hard from the mutual bath.

Next, we swam around a little to rinse off, and then made our way to the blanket. We naturally started to 69 our still hard cocks. We enjoyed sucking off our dickheads, licking up our shafts, running our lips up and down our canals, and teabagging each other with abandon.

Kyle was at his handsomest. His tanned, athletic body beautifully framed his fully erect cock, and he had the expression of absolute pleasure on his face. Now was the time.

I turned around and lied on top of him to lick and suck his nips. This was his weakness. Kyle started groaning and writhing in ecstasy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he kept saying.

 

Later, I greased up his erection, straddled him, and started slowly inserting his dick up my ass. I put a little in, a little out, a little more in, a little out, and so on, and so on, until he was all the way inside me. He gently started fucking me to relax me some more.

Ye gods, he felt so fucking good tapping my prostate with his dickhead. My ass was totally accommodating his fucking erect cock. Kyle started increasing his fuck tempo. Oh Hell yeah, a hot muscle boy was fucking me faster and faster and faster and faster.

I pulled my feet out and supported my body on all fours behind me, while Kyle pounded my willing ass with his perfectly-sized hard dick. My whole body felt high. I was being fucked by a real man under the trees near a creek. We were two men pleasuring each other in Nature.

 

I had topped Kyle several times before, but I so fucking enjoyed his dick up my ass, too. It was a different world of pleasure, the satisfying other side of my sexuality. Our strong, physical conditioning helped us fuck like real men, but the intense sexual pleasure also made us feel like one flesh, united in love, lust, and virility.

 

Just then, I squirted sperm in the air a good ten times, which landed all over Kyle's abs. He wasn't far behind me; he soon blew his load inside me. He fucked a lot slower then, but the extra sperm lube felt great.

As Kyle's dick moved inside me, it slowly softened, until my ass pushed it out. He laughed, because the ejection tickled him a lot.

We jumped back into the creek to soap up, and Kyle used the super water gun to rinse his cum out of my ass. (I didn't want seepage on the way home.)

 

After washing up and drying off, we kissed, relaxed, and looked into each other's eyes. We didn't say anything. We just enjoyed caressing our naked bodies. It was man love at its best: face to face, chest to chest, abs to abs, penis to penis, and legs to legs.