wooden fence. “Just passin’ through. Carry on!”

I was trying to keep my eyes on the ground. I needed to in order to maintain my balance on the rail of the fence I was now climbing over. But really, who could resist at least peaking in this situation?

And so, I looked up and stole a glance at the couple over the fence next to me. Staring back at me weren’t the faces of some guy and his girlfriend, rather, I was looking into the flush, red faces of some guy and his boyfriend. What I was seeing struck me so shockingly that I completely lost focus on the fence and went tumbling over the side, landing on my head and shoulders on the ground on the other side.

“Gee, are you okay?” The top asked me while the bottom just mocked, “Ouch.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Um. Had a bit to drink tonight.”

“Haven’t we all,” The tall, smooth-jawed fellow to the rear jested, shooting me a quick smirk and a wink of his eye. The smaller, shaggy-blonde fellow bent over the fence between his arms just looked up at his lover with an approving grin.

I wasn’t terribly surprised to acknowledge that I was a bit fascinated by this. I had often wondered exactly what it was like for two men to be together. I hadn’t ever intended to witness it in this capacity, exactly. But I had considered a few times maybe downloading some gay porn… ya know… for research. But since I shared a PC with Mike, I was deathly afraid he’d discover my activity and I’d never hear the end of it.

But these two guys didn’t seem to be embarrassed or concerned at all. They were both grinning and stroking each other while they watched me drunkenly struggle my way back to my feet. “I think I just turned them on more,” I thought to myself as I reasoned that most of the fun of having sex outdoors is the thrill of knowing you might get caught. Not wanting to get left out as the one feeling awkward in this situation, I decided to push my luck.

“Say, this might be a little awkward, but I was wondering if you guys might not mind if I waited here and, um, watched for a while?” As I heard the words leave my lips, I was astonished that it was my voice speaking them.

The smaller fellow’s grin widened and the tall boy just maintained his smirk. “Oh yeah, you can watch.”

He shrugged his duster down off his shoulders and then through his arms down to the side, letting the cumbersome garment drop to his feet in a fluff. He was wearing a tight, long ribbed sweater that revealed every contour of his long, lean frame. He was very handsome. He had to be an actor.

Out of the front of his moss-green trousers I could see a small tube of flesh extending forward into the bare buttocks of the shaggy-haired guy over the fence. The tall boy drew his hips back, sliding his long, thick, slimy pole out of his partner’s ass to let me see the whole of him. I felt moisture precipitate inside my mouth at the sight of this.

The bottom had nice, tight, pale buns. The type you see in underwear adds. His jeans were down around his knees and his hooded sweatshirt was hiked up, revealing