Ronan & Gary Find A Place To Bate! The Milk Shed – Part 7
Writer Ronan is continuing his day of edging with his host, Gary. Traveling around town and performing various errands the two new friends pause at a discreet location Gary likes to visit, a small circle of trees where a fire pit welcomes visitors at night, but cock stroking friends during the day…
Excerpt from The Milk Shed – Part 7
“Here we are, nice little spot to jerk it for a while” he said, stopping the truck and climbing out.
I’m not going to say it wasn’t a little awkward, it was. We might have been easygoing and open after the display we’d enjoyed together the previous evening but the passing of time and spending it normally had kind of eroded just a little of that first sense of ease, at least for me. Gary didn’t seem to have the same problem. I followed him round the front of the truck and into the little gathering of trees, a path trodden down by humans and animals regularly passing through. “Like to come out here and enjoy a break now and then” he said, already wrestling with his belt buckle. I could hear the metal clasp release as we stepped into a small clearing.
Inside the loosely enclosed space were a couple of large logs almost facing each other and a scorched patch in the middle where a fire had been. “Looks like people hang out here” I said, kicking a lump of charred wood and bouncing it off a scorched beer can.
“Me and Tim used to years back” Gary said, dropping his jeans and allowing his long dick to swing out. He’d been going commando all morning. Wisely he wasn’t wearing the jeans with the big gash along the thigh and I wondered if maybe he’d worn them the day before for my benefit. “Tim owns the farm, or his dad does” he said, taking a seat on the thick log opposite me “we passed the house a ways up the road” he said, slowly stroking his length brazenly, his erection already reaching up from his bare thighs as he leaned back on his free hand. “Probably just Tim coming down here with his missus or one of his other buddies. You’ll meet him later tonight”.
I copied him, my pants dropping down around my knees and my boxer shorts following. It was such a peculiar feeling, an unusual mix of embarrassment, nervousness and excitement filled me as my thick semi hard cock spilled out into the cool summer air. “Tim’s gonna be at the club?” I asked, more to fill space and feel more relaxed than genuine curiosity as I took the uneven log opposite him, my bare buttocks meeting the cool and damp wood.
“Probably” he said, his fingers playing with the tip of his erection, “he’s been getting more into it since everything happened last year”.
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