OUTSIDE

by robert craig

The road has been deteriorating since they got off the highway. They follow backroads and then turn off the pavement onto an overgrown dirt road. The truck bounces onto the narrow single-track trail. Angry and mean with potholes and ruts. Bruce gets tossed around as Roy dodges the wear and tear. 

He turns and looks at Bruce sitting shirtless holding onto the door and the dash. His shoulders pink from slight sunburn. He hasn't shaved in a few days. Dark stubble runs down his neck and mixes with his chest. Continuous hair and scruff from the top of his head to his ankles. The small swirl of hair at the small of his back and runs down his crack. 

A surge of arousal. A thickening of heat. Then eyes back on the road.

Another turn down a narrower trail that leads them to a small area, enough for 4-5 cars. Another pickup is parked.

They get out. They’re here to swim at this little local bayside beach. Warm waters until late in the season. They follow a path through and over. Bruce leads and Roy follows. 

Towels in hand. Under the hot sun they start to sweat. They stop at the top of the bluff. Bruce looks in each direction. From there he can see the beach below. A few people are swimming and a couple walks the low tide. Roy stands behind Bruce, putting his arms around him. Roy can smell his armpits. He licks the salty sweat running down the back of Bruce's neck, then says let's go this way. Roy leads Bruce to the head of the dunes. 

Up and over, off the trails and then under a small thicket of battered windswept pitch pines. The ground underneath the interwoven branches and boughs is a carpet of needles and moss. They stay. 

Roy kisses Bruce. Then steps back. He reaches out to rub his stubble buzzed head. Then gropes his groin. Bruce starts to thicken. But he looks around questioning. Uncertain. Roy squeezes Bruce's cock hard and kisses him again and undoes his shorts. They slide down, revealing his tan lines and swollen arousal. Beach towels down and another look around. 

After a while of kissing and sucking, Bruce is on all fours and Roy spits into Bruce’s hairy ass and licks his crack thick with spit. Soft fur wet in swirls. Skin soft like velvet. He tongues Bruce’s hole again. Darting, tight, probing, tasting. Roy runs his tongue the length of his ass. Then pushes some spit inside tight with his finger. He licks Bruce up and down again. Taking his time, his tongue traveling and teasing. 

Whispers of hunger hang in the air. 

Roy spits on his cock and gently pushes his swollen gun in and feels Bruce tense up. Roy pulls out, tongues him more, and spits again. Then pushes back in. A little more. A little firmer. Then pulling out a little, then pushing in deeper, slowly sliding in until Bruce says yes and then Roy sinks his dick in all the way to his pubes. The heat of Bruce’s ass, sucking tight around Roy’s cock. 

Slow and easy. Loose and relaxed. Roy grabs Bruce by the hips and starts a hard rhythm, Roy's balls banging into Bruce. The firm slap of skin punctuating each thrust. 

Then Roy looks up and sees a middle aged man staring at them, pushing on his hard dick in his shorts. Roy keeps fucking Bruce, both hands on his hips, holding him firm and pumping into him. The stranger stares, rubbing himself.

The man unzips his shorts and slowly strokes himself while watching. Roy and the stranger make eye contact. Roy doesn't stop. 

Then they hear a woman calling a name and some kids near by. Roy looks up. The man startled, pushes his hard dick down his pants, looks one last time, and darts away.

Voices get closer. Roy pushes Bruce down on his stomach but still stays on top, slowly sliding himself in and out. The weight of Roy's body sinking his dick in deep each time. He's rock hard and very close. Voices very near. Roy breathing heavy in Bruce's ear. Still hard inside, tight together. Deep. More kids calling and then a man’s voice, No over here, Stay on the path. And then they are gone. The men are alone. They can hear the wind in the pines.

Back on all fours. Roy pulls out and rubs his cock up and down Bruce’s crack. Teasing.

Then he pushes himself back in and finishes what he started. Harder. Bruce jerking himself off, his fist full and wet with precum. Roy feels Bruce start to contract and his ass tighten around his dick. In a single second, Bruce sprays his cum across the towels and Roy shoots deep inside. And he keeps slamming himself into Bruce. Again and again. His cum leaking out with every thrust back in. Spent.

And then catching their breath. Soaked with sweat. 

He finally pulls out, bends down and licks up his own cum leaking out of Bruce's ass. Then pulls Bruce up and kisses him. The heavy scent of both of them, the pungent taste of communion.