The smell of fresh coffee invaded my dreams. Stirring, I opened my eyes into dim twilight, filtering through undressed windows. Crisp morning air crept in from a pair of antique glass doors, both swung open. The high gabled ceiling was ribbed with raw timber beams. The space had no interior walls; the contents of most houses shared one room, but thoughtfully grouped as expected. My morning wood pressed up against a heavy woolen blanket.
"Damn I have to piss," I said to myself.
I flung off the blanket and swung my legs around to sit up, placing my feet down on a large area rug beneath the bed. My sore asshole, a souvenir of Mike's pounding, gave a hitch to my step as I shuffled to the toilet where I lifted the seat and emptied my bladder. At first my stream was "chunky," sputtering and shifting as jizz from last night washed away. Clearing, it became a torrent. Finally slowing to a trickle, I finished with the ritual shake, then flushed.
"Coffee in the kitchen," Mike hollered from outside.
I walked over to the pot, collected a mug from the shelf, and poured a full cup, then walked out onto a large, covered deck. Mike was hunched forward, leaning against the railing, sipping from his cup. Setting my coffee down, I embraced him, pulled his body against mine, and whispered into his ear, "Morning."
Pressing back into me, he responded, "Morning."
I moved to his side after collecting my cup, joining him at the railing. The dim morning light revealed a narrow valley, surrounded by dense pine. It stretched in both directions, following a stony creek from the Northeast, turning South, slithering back and forth for miles. A herd of cattle grazed peacefully within the central clearing.
"Was that a house?" I asked, pointing down to a ruined foundation in a small grove of pines.
He took a long sip of coffee. "I grew up in it," pausing and taking a breath. "In eighty-eight it was destroyed in a flood." He took another long sip. "I used whatever I could salvage to rebuild up on this ridge." The profound sadness in his eyes tore at my gut; I decided not to pursue it further. He would share more, or not, in his own time. The sound of a rapping woodpecker echoed through the valley. Mike walked over to a table next to a wicker sofa and picked up a pair of binoculars.
"What do you use those for?" I asked playfully. He placed them to his eyes and pointed them at my dick. "Fuck you," I said with a smile.
"Mostly wildlife," he said laughing. "I'll show you." He stood at the railing and adjusted the focus of his binoculars; after a few seconds he pulled them away. "It's a Harry Woodpecker," he said.
I burst out laughing.
"I didn't name the fuck'n thing, that's just what it's called." We both laughed as Mike gestured for me to stand facing the rail. Pressing his body against mine, he passed them to me with his right hand while holding my chest with his left. "Second from the left, two-thirds up," he said, pointing to the grove.
I pointed the binoculars to the second pine, scanning up until I saw it. The woodpecker continued its periodic drumming, the sound delayed by the distance. Mike placed his right hand on my stomach, pulling us tight as I continued looking through his binoculars. Scanning north to a distant timber bridge where the creek passed calmly beneath.
"My cousin and I used to skinny-dip under that bridge," he said, guessing what had drawn my focus. "After crossing it, the road continues for another two miles, where it dead ends at Joe's furthest gate. The valley climbs sharply from that point, following the creek. It's warmed by thermal springs a few miles up."
"Joe?" I asked.
"My... neighbor, he owns the property up there, that's his cabin." He pointed past the bridge and toward lit windows on the opposite side, mostly shrouded in trees. "Those are his cows, there," he said, pointing to the herd of cattle below. "I don't have livestock; Joe rents my land for grazing his herd. He spent time with me after the flood, helping me rebuild, and teaching me how to swallow a dick" He stopped, waiting for the comment to sink in. I couldn't see his face but could hear the smirk on his lips.
"Clearly, he's an exceptional teacher," I said, thinking of last night.
"He was here for me when I lost everything, it wasn't about getting our rocks off." Again, there was something left unsaid. The silence stretched on until he lowered his hand and softly cupped my dick and balls. "I'm hungry, how about sausage and eggs."
Not completely sure which direction he was going to take this, I remained still, just enjoying his touch.
"I'll cook up some breakfast," he said after a few seconds.
Sizzling, meat popped and sputtered as it filled the house with delicious aromas. Wiping a hot spatter from his naked chest, he pulled out an apron and put it on. "Burning my dick might throw a wrench into our weekend," he said, giving me a wink and grinning.
Seeing his bare ass from the back of that apron was turning me on. I walked up behind him and pressed my stiff dick against his ass and wrapped my arms around him. "You are one sexy man," I whispered in his ear.
"It's just the apron," he said with a self-deprecating smirk.
Pulling him from his cooking, I looked deep into his eyes and kissed his lips. "I don't want to fuck your apron."
He smiled and kissed me back.
Returning to the cooking, he dropped some bread in the toaster; plating sausage links, strips of bacon, and fried eggs, then set the plates on the table. The telephone rang and he walked over, picking it up. "Hello? Hey Joe, just talking about you... yep... not wild, just horny..."
I could hear laughter through the handset. The call continued.
"Yep, just ignore the wildlife." More laughter as Mike hung up the phone.
He explained as we sat at the kitchen table to eat, "Joe asked if I'd heard any wild animals last night."
I laughed, slightly embarrassed.
Reading my expression, he held my hand in his. "Joe is shameless. When I told him it was us, he laughed his ass off and told us to take pictures." His expression firm, he continued. "Here, we can do whatever the hell we want. I'm planning to make a lot of fuck'n noise with you and the only other person in earshot would join us if we asked."
As we finished eating, a loud buzz drifted up from the staircase. "Laundry," he said. "Back in a minute." He cleared the table and descended the steps.
