The View
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,194
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The View
They were having a picnic. Like ants scurrying around their queen, they treated the intense one with such deference. A new head among them caused problems. One of them wasn’t happy and left with a squeal of tires. Food seemed to draw him back.
All together at a small table they ate. Probably not the most comfortable atmosphere, but there were some smiles.
When the food was gone they scattered. Some took the leftovers of the meal inside, one cleaned the barbeque grill.
Two of them never left my view, though their position hid them from the house. If words were exchanged, I couldn’t hear. They stared at each other for long seconds, in anger, or some other strong emotion.
When the one dropped I wasn’t sure why at first. Had a blow been exchanged? No. One was now being exchanged.
The one still standing had his head back, eyes closed, and now I could see his pants lowered just enough. Minutes in this position. Not a long time, but long enough.
They were both standing now. Words exchanged? Still I can’t hear, though now I wish I could.
The taller one, now with dick cleanly polished, as I had just watched, turns away. At the other’s urging he faces the wall he’s just been leaning against. His hands were spread wide apart as if to brace himself as he bent forward. His pants were jerked cleanly down from behind.
If they had some sort of lube it was used quickly. The one ass glowing in the setting sun was hidden by a second. A slow start. The hands against the wall turned to fists as the bent one looked back. Then the movement started, quick and what appeared to be hard.
The bent one slowly came to standing as the one behind him shoved him forward. Arms circled each other. The bent one now just using his chest to hold them up.
For a long time they stood moving together. The light was fading so much my view was becoming less clear.
Finally they finished, fixing their clothes. Then they faced each other and this time I knew it wasn’t just words they were exchanging, but saliva. After all this I hadn’t expected kissing.
Breaking apart, they stepped away from each other, and headed in opposite directions. They joined the few left in the yard, one a few seconds after the first. Dinner was still being cleaned up.
The one joined the brigade, disappearing into the back of the house. The second stopped at the table.
Someone had noticed their return. The queen, that bald one, stood immobile staring at the remaining one. Would he guess what they’d been doing? Or even that they’d been together?
Again I curse that I can’t hear words if they were exchanged. The final two pick up the last dishes on the table and they disappear into the house.
Damn. I knew I got a telescope for good reason!
This picture is what inspired this one. Look at the background…
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All together at a small table they ate. Probably not the most comfortable atmosphere, but there were some smiles.
When the food was gone they scattered. Some took the leftovers of the meal inside, one cleaned the barbeque grill.
Two of them never left my view, though their position hid them from the house. If words were exchanged, I couldn’t hear. They stared at each other for long seconds, in anger, or some other strong emotion.
When the one dropped I wasn’t sure why at first. Had a blow been exchanged? No. One was now being exchanged.
The one still standing had his head back, eyes closed, and now I could see his pants lowered just enough. Minutes in this position. Not a long time, but long enough.
They were both standing now. Words exchanged? Still I can’t hear, though now I wish I could.
The taller one, now with dick cleanly polished, as I had just watched, turns away. At the other’s urging he faces the wall he’s just been leaning against. His hands were spread wide apart as if to brace himself as he bent forward. His pants were jerked cleanly down from behind.
If they had some sort of lube it was used quickly. The one ass glowing in the setting sun was hidden by a second. A slow start. The hands against the wall turned to fists as the bent one looked back. Then the movement started, quick and what appeared to be hard.
The bent one slowly came to standing as the one behind him shoved him forward. Arms circled each other. The bent one now just using his chest to hold them up.
For a long time they stood moving together. The light was fading so much my view was becoming less clear.
Finally they finished, fixing their clothes. Then they faced each other and this time I knew it wasn’t just words they were exchanging, but saliva. After all this I hadn’t expected kissing.
Breaking apart, they stepped away from each other, and headed in opposite directions. They joined the few left in the yard, one a few seconds after the first. Dinner was still being cleaned up.
The one joined the brigade, disappearing into the back of the house. The second stopped at the table.
Someone had noticed their return. The queen, that bald one, stood immobile staring at the remaining one. Would he guess what they’d been doing? Or even that they’d been together?
Again I curse that I can’t hear words if they were exchanged. The final two pick up the last dishes on the table and they disappear into the house.
Damn. I knew I got a telescope for good reason!
This picture is what inspired this one. Look at the background…