Let The Sun

I have always loved the out of doors. I went down into the canyon when I was just hitting puberty outside my backyard, only 12 or 14, and would sit in the grass, the brush, and strip.

My young erection would feel the sun, and I would bathe in the warm open air. The endless sky. My naked and erect sexual awakening drinking in the potential I didn't know I had.

I would go to the nude beaches when I was older, and lay out on the sand, listening to the surf, getting hard, looking at all the older nude and beautiful bodies of people who had done it before.

Lived out there, lived in the world, in nature.

We would make out on the sandy beach late at night. I would pull my swimming trunks off in the water in Mexico, rub up against my wife and enter her in the surf, hidden just as waist level. The clear and crystal blue water lapping around our organic and sexually charged bodies.

We would lay on the sand there, in the still heat, half naked, erect and wet. Sated from just having fucked. Open and available to god's gaze, to the cloud's rain that would gently pour over us.

I would sit out in my backyard and take off my clothes and lean back on the porch swing, almost (but not quite) hidden from the neighbors' windows on the second floor across, and on the other side, and drink a beer and slowly jerk off. I would ejaculate onto my warm sun-cooked stomach, every so slowly, enjoying the closed-eyed afternoon.

I would love to be outside, naked and relaxed, and being watched without being judged. I would love to be making love to you, slowly and kissed by sunlight and wind.

Teasing through our pubic hair, cooling our asses and wafting past our armpits.

I would love to be laying next to you, touching you. Being more alive than I have felt in months.