Chapter 9

We are alone in the deep woods behind my property. It is just the two of us. Obviously there is too much talking shared between us. He stops me on the pathway, decides to peel my shirt away, and drops it to the summertime foliage at my feet. In a matter of seconds, his lips find my chest, both nipples, and my hairy abs. The mechanic discovers the goods between my legs and firms up my rod and its two buddies with an erotic hardness.

Human fire occurs between the two of us. My summer shorts are unbuttoned and pulled down to my ankles with their cotton briefs. The boarder falls to his knees and cups the base of my cock with three fingers. His thumb becomes ardent about grazing my balls. He licks and laps at the head of my stem, bathes its smooth skin, pulls away for oxygen, and continues to swab my shaft’s head.