Splendor in the Grass

A warm day on the lawn without their shirts. They're close buddies so they feel no shame in freely touching each other.

But then the touch lingers a little longer than usual. It just feels too good to pull away. And then instinct and hunger take over. They don't know where they're going nor where this might end up, but they persist.

Pressed up close, smelling each other's scent, hearing each other's soft moans, feeling each other's warm breaths on their exposed skin, touching where they've never touched before, they get hard as their bodies grind together in a slow rhythm. Innocence has been lost, but that loss is not mourned for its departure has brought a heightened awareness.

They never thought they'd cross the frontier to where they are now, or even that the frontier existed, but they continue with a new urgency. This seems so right now, so perfect, there's no reason to question what will happen next.

"Shouldn't we go inside dude?"

But it's too late. He feels his friend's wet mouth on his cock. He reaches behind his friend's head and gently guides him lower as he soars to a place he's never been before.