Hank's hand traveled up Bill's muscular and lightly furred leg, then up into his cotton shorts. He cupped the hair-trimmed balls and squeezed ever so slightly. "Darling, it's nearly three. You've been asleep since one."
Bill stirred and groaned as his cock sprang to life. Hank stroked the shaft firmly but with a gentle action. After four years together their passion was undiminished but Bill gripped Hank's wrist to stop the increased strokes. "We can't," he protested, "we've got to meet the Realtor at half past."
"Don't worry, we've got time." Hank kicked off his leather sandals and started kissing the trail of hair snaking up from Bill's groin to the firm chest covered with a heavy matting of hair.
"We've only got thirty minutes to get downtown," Bill protested again, but then sighed as Hank nuzzled his nipple, the weekend stubble creating a buzz of friction causing the walnut colored nipple to go rock hard. Bill breathed out with a soft groan, shuddering and arching his back, pushing his groin skywards.
"I lied." Hank came up for air, smiling. "It's only two o'clock, and while the guys are out in the boat..." he trailed off, resuming his nipple titillation. He wriggled out of his cotton shorts then reached for the waistband of Bill's pair. Neither of them wore any underwear, so a quick maneuver was achieved. With a swift reposition, Hank had Bill's ankles at his neck and with a little lube was now pumping into Bill's depths with fast, powerful thrusts. Bill gasped, then with a deep roar a geyser of milkiness splashed across his chest. Bill's inner muscles tightened around Hank's cock, and he skipped a breath, closing his eyes as he released his own geyser within his lover.
"I've been wanting to do that for the whole weekend," Hank eventually whispered as he playfully created crop circles in Bill's chest hair.
"Me too," Bill admitted, "but I felt awkward with the guys in the next room. Remember the fun that was poked at Tom and Nick when they got frisky and the whole cabin heard every move."
Hank lay back, his hands behind his head, his dark mid-length hair looking disheveled in a preppy sort of way, and laughed. "Yeah, I remember you shouting a few moves through the wall."
A smile played across Bill's face. He considered telling Hank that Jeff and Brad had only decided to take the boat out this morning after he'd dropped a few heavy hints, but decided against it. In any case, he was sure the guys were making full use of the unscheduled activity day.
He scratched his trimmed blond beard, bleached nearly white from the sun while sailing on the lake, and ran his fingers through his hair--he was always brushing his bangs out of his eyes but still enjoyed the style. His healthy lifestyle and constant gym regime had worked amazingly well at keeping him youthful. Although Hank, at thirty-five, was ten years his junior, Bill was often taken for the same age. He also benefited from his Swedish ancestry, as the few telltale signs of gray merged invisibly with his very blond hair.
"Right," said Bill, pushing himself into an upright position. Looking into Hank's bright chestnut eyes, he reflected--his love for Hank made him the most content he'd been all his adult life. And now they were looking to buy a property, their first big purchase together. "If we're going to buy a cabin, we'd better get our asses outta here."
Hank stretched lazily, his toned athletic body uncurling like a cat in the summer sun. "I love it when you talk couple," he said. Smiling, he pulled Bill toward him, the moistness from his chest rubbing onto Hank's virtually hairless, defined body. They shared a whiskery kiss and explored each other's mouths with probing tongues, tasting the flavor of their lunch of pan-fried chicken breasts and chili salad. They experienced an increased firmness returning below the waist, but paused and nodded at each other, then together said "shower".
Bill chased Hank to the bathroom. He could have caught him but held back to admire Hank's perfect physique from behind--the toned, tanned legs and the delicious curve of his back, meeting at the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. And Bill had seen plenty in his lifetime.
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