Ryan awoke to the sound of heavy winter boots screeching on the linoleum of his kitchen, of the door closing ever so gracefully, and of the snapping of the fireplace beneath him. He twisted his body, stretching out over the bed, reaching his arms underneath the pillows, and rasping the head of his rock hard cock across the surface of the top sheet in a way that made him moan with pleasure. He reached down through the wisps of his treasure trail and over the stubble of a recently shaved package, and put a hand over the tip of his member on the silk-like fabric of the bed. It was pulsating with his heartbeat, and as Ryan clenched the muscles of his nether region it sent hot globs of pre-cum into his palm, most likely as an effect of having a massive hard-on in the minutes before waking.
`Morning wood. Excellent.' Ryan wisely thought to himself without such as a hint of sarcasm. Pulling the arm back up to his face, he quickly licked his hand clean without a second thought, and coursed the fingers back through his pitch black crew cut. He inhaled a long breath through his nostrils and reached behind his head with both arms in another stretch, pulling his hips up over his knees with his face buried in the sheets, the soft burgundy quilt slipped off of his body, exposing his fully naked flesh to the warm glow of sunlight filtering in through the highest western windows.
As he heard the shuffling of shopping bags and winter clothing beneath him, Ryan decided that perhaps it was time to get out of bed. The winter months made it very difficult to tell time by the sun, but it was surely later than ten by now. He raised his shoulders from the surface of the bed, extending his arms again and craning his back, flexing his buttocks and sending yet more drops of pre glistening from the tip of his flawless dick, hanging in the air like a puppet of sensation. It soaked into the fine fabric of his bedding in a few seconds; no matter, it was a few drops among the stains of hours of foreplay and raw sex the night before.
Ryan rolled out of bed into the nicely warmed interior of a small log cabin, willed to him by a passed away great uncle, or rather, willed to his adoptive parents who were both deceased, and being their only child, Ryan became the benefactor. Nestled in the mountains of coastline British Columbia, it stood completely off-grid, with solar paneling on every efficient square inch, water turbines in a year-round waterfall just a hundred yards from the back door, and windmills on the peaks that were the backyard, it ran off of twenty car batteries and excess power heated the boilers and furnace. There was a wood stove downstairs, with natural gas supplement for only the coldest winter nights.
He walked over his clothes from yesterday, past his clothes for today, and coyly stepped into the banister of the loft. Ryan's face beamed with a smile as he glared down into the kitchen, where that nordic god, the sexual beast, and the object of his affection laid out a few groceries on the counter top. After a few moments of Ryan's watching, he must have felt his presence, because he looked straight up at him, a still very much erect penis poking through the railings, and grinned with that incredible smile.
"Morning!" he called, returning to the task at hand.
"Hey there, sexy. What are you up to so early?" Ryan begged.
"Making breakfast for you, Ryan." Daniel spoke with a slight accent. His nearly impeccable English was the result of his parents migrating from Sweden when he was three. His head shone like a second sun as he removed his toque, platinum blonde reflecting all available light. As Ryan made his way down the stairs, he smelled the faint but very distinct aroma of coffee. His slender hands glided down the rail, and his feet cushioned into the carpet of the living room. Still completely naked, he walked past the loveseat, the dining table, and the kitchen island before sneaking up on his lover.
"It's freezing outside." Daniel spoke without turning from where he now had a grill heating with oil.
"Bet you're nice and warm, though..." Ryan slid his hands up the front of Daniel's unzipped winter jacket, a leather and Parka wool coat that was tested in Siberia before being shipped to the utility store where Dan worked. Slowly, he worked his fingers up to those tight nipples under his even tighter t-shirt. He playfully prodded Daniel's sweet ass with his cock, forcing laughter from the Swede, who dropped the spatula and allowed Ryan to slip the jacket from his bulky arms and spin it around himself. Ryan pulled his arms in, raking as much of the fuzzy interior over his naked torso as possible. The smell of the leather sent him sky high in the blurry waking hour. He leaned up against the island, closing his eyes and burying his face into the coat.
Without warning, he felt the warmth of a hand wrap around the base of his shaft, and the wet of a tongue trail from testicle to tip. "Oh-ooaAH!" Ryan's face contorted in ecstasy as he muffled the cry into the Parka, and for a moment he thought he might orgasm right then and there. Daniel squeezed along the length of the underside with the head in his mouth, taking in what had to be a buck-load of pre-cum. As Ryan recovered from the onslaught of intense stimulation, breathing heavily and moaning slightly, he felt the warm hand crawl up his chest, parting the wool and drawing his chin up for a kiss.
The taste of his spunk was heavy on their mouths as Ryan dove into it, wrapping his arms around Daniel and spinning with him through the kitchen. They pinballed between the counters, rebounded off of the dining chairs, and pounced back and forth over the sofa and loveseat. Daniel pushed his knees into the cushions, with his arms resting over the back of the sofa, teasing with his gorgeous ass perked up in the air. Ryan mounted him like a dog, reaching under his arms and grabbing his shoulders, bodies together, legs together, grinding into his blue jeans and biting his neck.
Just as Daniel was about to unbutton his pants, the grill began to sizzle and pop, a sure sign that it was up to heat. They both stopped, looked over into the kitchen, and Daniel took Ryan's arms away from him, turning around to him and laying him down on the couch in warm embrace. Ryan's throbbing member lolled just over his navel, sticking to his treasure trail, dripping with pre-cum.
"Wait here, I'll be right back." Daniel said with a light kiss. Ryan propped his head up on his arms, eyes closed, and as much as Daniel wanted to lick every square inch of the wonderful body lying on the cushions, especially some of the lower areas, he had to attend to the food. He waltzed between the furniture again as his own dick jabbed the inside of his jeans with astounding pressure. Upon sprinkling a bit more olive oil onto the grill and cracking half a dozen eggs, he immediately removed his clothes, revealing his impacted back muscles and chiselled abdomen.
As Ryan rested his head back on the arm of the sofa, he felt Daniel walking over the linoleum and the carpet to creep up behind him. Opening his eyes, he saw the stretched black weave of boxer-briefs hovering over his face. Daniel's hard shaft pushed out into the fabric, peaking like a tent and wavering with Ryan's touch. He wrapped his hands around the enclosure, stretching his neck up to bite the cloth covering his immaculate balls. Sliding his hands up farther, Ryan pulled ever so gently on the elastic holding up Daniel's last shred of clothing. Daniel shuddered with excitement as he crawled over the couch, straddling his tight ass over Ryan's face, breathing heavily on his exposed junk.
Ryan slowly peeled the boxers down over the white flesh, exposing the cherry in the centre of his crack, the firmness of his prostate, and his unyielding testicles hanging over the edge of his boxers like a hooked fish bait on the side of a river boat. Daniel eased his legs apart, arching his back and spreading his rump even more as Ryan lightly licked between the two hanging orbs, up along his gooch, and circled around his puckered man-hole. Ryan buried his face into the crack, perfectly shaven and clean from a morning shower, lapping like a cat along the tense and twitching centre of arousal.
Daniel moaned intensely as he bent down and began sucking on Ryan's still heavily swollen cock. Ryan's hips widened and one knee retracted as a low hum escaped his lips into Daniel's backside. He felt fingernails dig into his ass a little bit, just enough to hurt, and he returned the favour by nipping the base of Ryan's shaft with a flick that jiggled his balls like Jell-o. He cupped them with one hand, sending a wet little finger into the crack just below as he steadily trailed his lips up and down the length of the stiff member in his mouth.
Ryan began to work his way lower, going ravenous on the outside of Daniel's prostate and suckling gently on his sac. He worked a free hand down the front of the boxers, pulling them down even farther, letting the throbbing hot cock loll against his chin. He spread his fingers out over the package, massaging the pubic region and licking the base of the thick monster within. He felt his climax approaching, and shifted his body down on the couch to take it into his maw. Going balls deep, Ryan felt the tip of Daniel's warm cock hitting the back of his throat. He put his hands on Daniel's ass, working him up and down until he got the picture and began to face-fuck him of his own accord.
Daniel worked the head with his tongue with increased speed and ferocity with this display of enthusiasm, and this oncoming wave of pleasure. Ryan started to moan through the blowjob and buck his own hips upward into his mouth, and for a few seconds, they were in perfect lateral harmony, each humping right into the mouth of the other, holding each other's legs and sucking one-another's dick. Ryan's moans became louder and more drawn; Daniel began to feel his own orgasm fast on its way, and he soon lost all control as Ryan screamed into his cock and spurted a load of sticky, white cum into his mouth. Daniel roughly fucked Ryan's stationary mouth as Ryan took it all the way down and worked a wriggling middle finger into the ass just above him.
Daniel went wild, moaning into his climax and blowing his load far into Ryan's throat and all over his face as he could not help but retract from the immense pleasure. A few more resounding waves of intensity coursed through him as Ryan furiously licked all over the pulsating member, and he sent even more cum shooting across Ryan's chest. They both breathed heavily for a few moments, before Daniel spun around and collapsed into embrace with his boyfriend. They kissed passionately, mixing cum and saliva from both parties in a wonderful tasting milkshake of love.
After they had settled and the house had gone quiet of their moans of pleasure, they noticed the smell of the olive oil cooking, and the sunny-side up eggs sizzled and popped on the heated surface of the grill.
"Eggs are ready..." Daniel whispered into Ryan's ear.
"Good," he replied, "That was a perfect appetizer!" he laughed.
END PART 1