that he could lean back and play with my cock while I sucked him.

We rolled beside each other again and massaged each other’s cocks. We stood and crushed against each other and finally brought our mouths together and sucked tongues while we played with cocks. He dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. He sucked me and thrust me into his throat. Eased me out and then grabbing my butt thrust me home again. I dropped down to him and again we turned and sucked each other’s cocks.

We never spoke a word just rolled and played and sucked and shifted into wondrous positions of pure lust. Chuckling occasionally. Eating each other. Finding cocks. Massaging them, straddling each other in turn to thrust cock into mouth and out again. We were scratched by twigs and dirty from earth, but we continued to suck and lick and wrestle together in a frenzy of passion. We sweated and that with our cock juices made us slide together with heightened nerve ends. I tingled with ecstasy and knew I must explode.

He pinned me to the earth again and thrust his cock against my belly, hard. “I’m gonna go mate!” he gasped.

“Go! Go,“ I said, “I’m there too!”

He thrust against me, into the hollow between my abdominal muscles: up to my chest and back again. Juices oozed and we thrust against each other finally clinging hard as I heard him cry out in release and joy followed by my own shout as our cocks spurted out their load and we lost any sense of self as we merged into one huge orgasm! It seemed to go on and on with peaks of shuddering delight followed by a calm that gave way to another surge of cumming.

Gradually subsiding but with tremors that caused us to cling and shudder together. Finally we went limp and he rolled onto the ground beside me. We heaved and gasped and turned to look at each other. Silence. Just listening to our calming breaths and we rolled together again holding each other tight. We sat up, looked at each other and just shook our heads in wonderment.

“Fantastic”, he said.

“Indeed”, I replied.

We laughed. “Oh man”, he said.

“We sure are that!” I replied.

“Shit, look at us!” he said.

We were filthy!! Juices turning the dirt to mud mingled with blood from the scratches. Small swellings and red splotches. Wrecks!!

“Water!” he said.

We stood and ambled to the creek where we lay and splashed. Stood and scooped up water. Rubbed each others bodies clean, tripped each other and fell into the water again, laughing. Shivering and realising how cold the water was. Shouting and then splashing each other again. Climbing out and hugging. Beginning to shiver. Teeth chattering.

“Clothes!” he said.

“Blankets!” I replied.

“Lets go.”

We returned to the tree site, gathered things together, threw them into the ute and sped back to the house, naked and shivering. We leapt out of the ute.

“Follow me.” I said.

Straight to the bedroom, flung back the doona and we hopped in. We began to rub each other warm and as we did so stirrings began again and there was no doubt that we were not finished yet. But that is another story!