For me, summer begins not on June 21st, but on US Memorial Day weekend. Since you're from the Southern Hemisphere it's still novel for you to see spring transitioning to summer in May, and it's a gorgeous day outside, enough that I'm willing to brave the pollen and have a picnic with you, enjoying the sunshine and fair weather... and of course, enjoying your company.
We head out to a park, and find a shady spot in a grove of trees far enough away from onlookers but that still gives us a nice view of the pond. Dandelions, clover and buttercups are blooming, and for awhile we just cuddle together on our blanket spread out in the grass, looking up at the birds playing in the trees, the clouds moving slowly in the sky - telling each other what we think the cloud shapes resemble, which starts silly at first then naughty, my favorite being your quip of "a wolf mounting his bitch". A butterfly flits through and I extend my arm and crane a finger, wondering if it will dare, and to my delight it lands for just an instant, trusting me enough for a moment of magic before it flies up to perch on my nose for another second and then flies away.
"I can't blame him for visiting that adorable nose of yours." You boop then kiss my nose, making me blush.
Now my stomach is all butterflies - you do that to me - and I boop your nose in return and before I can get too emotional I make a joke. "Bold of you to assume that butterfly is a he."
"Oi you prick, was I supposed to ask their pronouns?" Then you chuckle. "They. Can a butterfly even be a they?"
"Sure!" I laugh too. "We've got butt-her-flies, butt-his-flies, and butt-their-flies."
You groan loudly at my pun. "I'm proud of you."
"Hi Proud Of You, I'm Fin -"
You shut me up with a kiss, and then we rub noses, and then I gesture to our picnic cooler, the reason why we're here - we can make out when we don't have perishables in the sun. "Let's eat."
You give me That Look and do that thing with your tongue, letting me know what's on your mind. "You're fucking worse than I am," I snicker as I open up the cooler.
"Thank you." Just to be a total shit, you nuzzle my neck and nibble on my earlobe, knowing how sensitive I am there. My hands tremble as I start taking out the food, resisting the urge to devour you instead.
We take turns feeding each other right out of each other's hands - cut-up meats and cheese cubes, cherry tomatoes, and then an assortment of berries and whipped cream, and a cluster of grapes. Passing a water bottle back and forth. When we get to the grapes and berries and cream, we lick and suck the cream and juices from each other's fingers, more and more sensual and suggestive, and then we're kissing each other with a mouthful of whipped cream like we're sharing cum.
That puts us both in the mood, not that we're ever not in the mood, most of the time. When all the food is gone we just kiss and kiss, and once you've got me pinned and are kissing my neck, grinding against me and I feel how hard you are, I know what's going to happen. We probably both did well before we got to this point, picking a place where we wouldn't easily be seen by other park visitors.
Being out here in nature puts me in a primal mood. Primal enough that I have plans for the water catching up with me. Once we're both naked, I growl and roll you off the blanket and into the grass, and then I pin you and straddle your chest. You watch as I let it rain, pissing all over your chest, and some sprays up towards your face. You groan, taking yourself in hand and stroking. I scoot up and sit on your face so you can lick me clean, and grab onto your head, riding your face as your tongue works its magic on my hard clit and my boycunt that is soaking wet from more than just piss.
Before you can make me come like that, you give me a gentle shove backwards - I scoot back and you sit up with that hungry look in your eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. You kiss me fiercely - I moan at tasting myself on you - and then you shove me into the grass, and kneel over me, cock in hand... and it's your turn to give me a bath. Marking your territory. "Mine," you growl as you piss on me, and I lap like I'm drinking from a fountain, greedy for all I can get, while most of it pours over my naked body.
Then, as I'm still laying there in the grass and flowers, you climb on top of me, kissing me passionately, and your cock pushes inside my dripping, aching cunt. I cry out when you bottom out inside me, and you groan before kissing me again. For a moment I touch your face, looking into your eyes, melting at the love I see shining there, the sweet smile on your face.
"I love you, my husband." I stroke your cheek and rub noses with you.
Your smile continues to melt me as you kiss my forehead. "I love you, my husband."
You start to thrust - as primal and animal as it was for us to piss on each other, claiming each other like two wild animals, now it's gentle and sensual as you move slowly inside me and I hold you, arms and legs wrapped around you, savoring the feel of skin on skin and the sun warming our bodies. It's an absolutely perfect, beautiful moment and I want it to last as long as possible, not able to get enough of your thick cock hitting that spot inside of me over and over again, the way your body feels against mine, solid and powerful, making me feel safe and protected. We kiss and kiss, and then you're kissing and licking and nibbling my neck and shoulder, and I go deeper into pleasure, losing myself. Nothing else exists except us, loving each other.
We take it slow for what seems like an eternity, moving together so sweetly, until we're both shaking and breathing harder and the sound of my sloppy boycunt is as loud as our moans. Then, with your hand on my throat and your teeth on my neck, you give into your wolf nature, fucking me hard, balls slapping against me as I claw your back, almost sobbing with pleasure. You fuck me right to that edge, and I can't even make the words to beg you for more, only wild feral noises, going out of my mind with pleasure and lust, loving every second of you claiming and possessing me in such a fierce, dominant way. My alpha, rutting with his omega.
Before we can both lose control, you take your hand off my throat and pull out of me, and I whine with protest. "Daddy..."
"Shhh, sweet cub. Daddy's got you." You tenderly kiss my forehead and then you guide the head of your cock to my hard, swollen clit - hard and standing proudly at attention just like a little cock. You roll your foreskin down over my cock and I cry out at the delicious feel of you wrapped around me.
Then you begin to rub your cock against mine, and with your cockhead sliding back and forth over my cock and your hood kissing it, I'm writhing underneath you, my breath in shuddery gasps, moaning "Andy... Daddy... oh fuck, Daddy, that's so good... please, more, oh fuck, more, please, Daddy, please, more, don't fucking stop... so fucking good..."
"I love my husband's cock." You growl and keep working them together, cock making love to cock, so fucking gay, so fucking intimate and beautiful - I feel so connected to you when we dock like this, and especially out here in nature, wearing nothing but the sky and each other.
"Daddy... Daddy, oh fuck..." I'm so fucking close, so fucking turned on by your cock on my cock, your hood around my cock, man to man, husband to husband. My cock feels so fucking achingly hard, my boycunt is almost pouring, and the heat in your eyes as you fuck my cock with your cock is driving me crazy. "Daddy... fuck, Daddy, you fuck me so fucking good..."
"You like that, little fag slut."
I almost come from that, raking your back again. "Yes, Daddy, my little fag cock needs Daddy's cock so fucking bad..."
"I need you too, Cubby." You kiss me deeply, then your forehead is pressed against mine. I'm not just in physical ecstasy but spiritual - so close to you, one with you body heart and soul.
"I need to come, Daddy." I bite my lip and whine like a bitch. "Please. Oh my fucking fuck, please, Daddy."
"Yes, babyboi." You kiss me again. "Daddy needs to come all over his husband's faggot cock."
My thighs are quivering, I need it so bad, the tension coiling - my body holds out until the last possible second, savoring and savoring, seeing how deep I can go, but when you growl at me and command, "Come for Daddy, Finling," I can't hold back anymore.
"Yes, Andy, Daddy, FUCK," I scream, then a wordless howl of pleasure as my cock throbs and twitches against yours.
You groan as you feel my cock pulsing against yours and then you give in too. "Oh Fin, my husband..."
I moan as I feel your cock shoot its seed all over my cock, and then cry out as you bite my neck and snarl, "Mine."
"Yours," I breathe, the euphoria washing over me - I look up and I feel like I'm flying up to the sun, becoming one with its light. "I love you, love you, love you..."
"I love you so, so fucking much." You kiss me and I hold you tight, kissing you back with all the fire of my spirit.
We lay there tangled up together for a few minutes, recovering, and then with a wicked smile on your face you kiss your way down my body and, with your head between my thighs, you hungrily clean up the mess you made on my cock, lapping and sucking. I come again - you suck me so fucking good - and then you kiss me, sharing our combined essence. We make a sloppy mess with it, rubbing our tongues together before a deeper kiss.
Reluctantly, we put our clothes back on before I get sunburned and so we don't get caught if anybody wanders by this way. We're going to have to shower and wash our clothes when we get back, after our piss play, but as I feel my cream continuing to drip on the way back I think about whether I can get you going for another round in the shower. Even just holding you would be nice.
"That was amazing," I tell you, taking your hand in mine.
"It was." You grin at me. "The only way that would have been more perfect is if we'd remembered to pack the knot."
"There's always a next time."
We say it together, like the dorks we are. "Over and over again."
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