W A R N I N G This story describes the physical expression of love between two adult males. If this type of material is illegal in your country of residence or you are under age DO NOT READ IT. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Andrew and the Perfect Day
The warm sun caressed our naked bodies as we lay in the cool moist grass. Andrew held me close, his cock starting to lose its hardness, my own cum, even now, slowly oozing from my piss lips. I was in paradise; everything had been just so good today. Then I noticed the song softly playing on the radio: -
"Oh it's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you. Oh such a perfect day, You just keep me hanging on."
And I thought to myself as Andrew kissed and caressed me; yes, this is my perfect day.
The sound of the shower roused me from a deep sleep, the early morning sunlight streaming through the blinds at the window. I rolled over, the bed was still warm where Andrew had slept, and his smell lingered and comforted me. It was hard for me to believe that this was all real. Less than a year ago I was a student learning to cook. Andrew was the only other man on the course. Although I made the first move, he soon took charge and we became lovers. I was a virgin that day in the changing room when he first fucked me. There was no force, no coercion required; I wanted it and now I am grateful Andrew was the one. He was now 30 years old and I was just 19. We were partners in a thriving restaurant and partners in life.
I got up and went to the bathroom, my morning erection almost painful. Pointing my butt out a little and relaxing every muscle I could I finally managed to pass a golden stream. The relief my bladder felt immediately allowed my hard-on to become a soft off. Through the frosted glass partition of the shower I could see the outline of his body. He was 6' 3" and his lightly tanned skin was dusted with a fine covering of black hair. I had always kept myself in good shape but never developed any muscle definition. Andrew, on the other hand, worked out big-time. Even after slaving over a hot stove for eight hours he was out running, lifting weights or doing bench presses. I stepped into the shower behind him; soapsuds covered his back and I pressed myself against him. As I slid up and down his soapy body my cock fitted into his arse crack and became hard in seconds. My hands reached around and rubbed the soap into his defined pectorals. Each nipple received my special attention standing hard at my touch. A throaty moan was the first sound Andrew made. My hands moved down over each of the hills and valleys that formed his six pack. The hair became wiry as I neared the prize. His head lolled back on to my shoulder and I nibbled Andy's ear. My cock now throbbingly hard, was being wanked by his tight gripping arse cheeks. The slippery soapiness was stimulating both my circumcised glans and shaft. My hands (yes both were required) closed around his slippery shaft, hard enough for me to feel the veins standing out on the surface. Suddenly I felt Andrew's resolve stiffen: -
"That's far enough matey, you just stop that right now. We agreed we would save ourselves for later".
Then when I did not stop he repeated, louder and with more authority.
"We agreed, you agreed!" Grudgingly, I gave his magnificent organ one last squeeze and stood back.
He is so strong and I am so vulnerable, I love him so much that I could even stop cumming if he commanded it. He was right, we made plans and stick to them we must! He adjusted the temperature of the water to cold and our ardour was cooled. The icy jets quickly caused our erections to vanish along with the soap. Stepping out we dried each other with the biggest white fluffy towels you ever saw, rubbing warmth back into our chilled skin. We horsed around and laughed, rolling around on the damp towels. Finally we dressed, white cotton T-shirts and jogging shorts. The restaurant was closed today but we headed to the kitchen.
We have a picnic planed, and what gourmet delights were in store for us? You have to be joking! We are cooking and preparing food all week for other people - when we eat ourselves its simple and basic. Cheese, crusty French bread, some olives and the special of the day: wild strawberries and cream complimented by glasses of chilled Champaign. Our buffet was quickly assembled and packed into Andrew's car. Car is too small a word to describe this vehicle. It is a big, 4-wheel drive, power monster. Andrew looks such a stud sat behind the wheel that heads turn as he passes. Both woman and men stare, some sad guys are just admiring the car but most see nothing but Andrew. Jealous? I could be, but no, I am proud because he is mine.
We were soon out of the city and into the verdant English countryside. Fields of grazing sheep and cows gave way to rolling wooded hills. We parked up and walked deep into the forest. The trees grew close together here making the over grown track dark and dank. No human had passed this way for many months. After what seemed like hours we arrived at a clearing.
Here was a land that time forgot. The sun was warm after the cool forest and the only sounds were the sweet song of a bird and the gentle music of a stream that was fed from a spring on the hillside. No sign that another human being had ever set foot in this place. There was a rocky outcrop that would make a perfect platform for our repast and catching a few rays after. Laying down a large blanket on the rock, we stripped naked knowing there was no one in miles to see us. I took just a moment to admire the beautiful form of Andrew's body. I can not believe how lucky I am to be able to call such an exquisite thing mine, even if only to possess it for a little while.
While Andrew put the Champaign in the stream to cool I prepared the rest of the food. After the long walk we were hungry and tucked into the food like savages.
Eating with our hands, we did not care if food fell onto our nude bodies or the ground around us. Andrew recovered the bottle from the stream and poured us each a glass. He laid back on the blanket soaking up the golden sun. Unable to resist, I got a large spoonful of thick Cornish clotted cream and flicked it onto Andrews's prominent brown nipple. He giggled, uncharacteristically, but did nothing to fight back, so I continued with a similar treatment for the other nub.
Now it was my turn to giggle as I placed a tiny strawberry into each mound of cream. Desert was ready; leaning over his prone form; I filled my mouth with creamy fruit delight from first one nipple, then the other. Not wanting to waste a morsel, I continued to lick and nibble at Andrew's nipples. Glancing down I could tell how much he was enjoying my ministrations; his penis was hard and his excitement held it firmly against his rippling abdominals. Andy was uncut and even at full throbbing hard-on his glans remained covered by his ample foreskin.
It was time for me to move on, tenderly I lifted his stiff rod away from his body, I felt the blood pumping in the rigid member and the muscle tense to resist my hand moving it out of its natural position. Changing tack I held his long foreskin between my thumb and forefinger I massaged his moist glans within. A half moan, half groan escaped Andrew's throat as I continued to stimulate his sensitive glans. I knew his vulnerable uncut helmet could not take much more of this type of action so suddenly I let my hand slide down his shaft pulling his foreskin with it. I pulled down hard, the deep purple glans, sticky, swelled lewdly.
Then I had the idea; I started to stroke the loose skin slowly up and down the thick shaft, more for distraction than stimulation. With my other hand I reached across and took a mouth full of champagne. Once again fully retracting his skin I took his cock head into my mouth without losing a drop of the bubbly.
"What is that? What are you doing to me?" Andrew asked in quick succession.
My mouth was full and I was unable to reply but I knew that he would quickly realise that the cool tickling sensation was due to the tiny gas bubbles fizzing around his glans. I could not keep it up any longer and swallowed. Now I was able to suck hard and fast. My head was bobbing up and down on my lover's penis but I kept his tender head in my mouth. I was soon rewarded with a gush of pre-cum, its salty bitterness made my mouth water and I rubbed my own cock harder and faster than was strictly required.
Andrew was close to cumming, I recognised the signs easily after seeing them so many times, and I too was on the brink of orgasm.
"Andrew can I?"
I did not need to explain. He knew how I wanted to cum and he loved to be able to do it for me. We moved to lie on our sides, face to face, helmet to helmet. I looked down and aligned my penis with his, then I slid the loose folds of skin up over his cock, covering his glans and then on. The ample hood stretched well over my own glans and a little way down my shaft before it was fully stretched. The warmth and closeness of Andrew's skin covering my penis was ecstatic. I gripped the union tightly and began stroking, slowly. With a rhythm establish, our lips met and we kissed, his strong arms enfolded me and his hands roamed over my body in passion.
We were both producing pre-cum now and not only was my hand moving faster and faster but our cock heads rubbed against each other with the natural fluid providing the lube. Our bodies stiffened at the same time. My hand, on autopilot, continued to wank us, harder and faster. There was silence and the world stood still, we started to cum. As the hot spunk shot from both our cocks my hand slipped and released its grip. We separated still spurting, my thick cream landing on Andrew's stomach. His load, always bigger and stronger than mine, jetted up onto my chest.
The musky smell of cum and our sweat was in the air even here in the big outdoors. It gave me a rush and I gushed one last gob of sperm that landed on the blanket between us. Pearls of cum adorned our bodies as jewels. No precious stone tasted or smelt as good. I lifted my dripping fingers to Andrew's mouth and he licked them clean.
As we savoured the afterglow of orgasm Andrew again took me into his muscled arms and hugged me close to him. Kissing my neck and nipping my ear lobe, he whispered:
"I love you".
Then I noticed the tune softly playing on the radio:
"Oh it's such a perfect day."
And it was.
THE END
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