DC Juris - Free Read - Saturday In the Park

"Saturday in the Park" by DC Juris

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"This placed is horrendously overpriced for a simple state park," Max grumbled as he wheeled his Jeep into the entrance.

"Yeah, but you know you're going to love it once we get inside," Julian purred. He rubbed one hand along the inside of Max's thigh and waggled the battery-powered dildo in the air with his other hand.

Max smacked Julian's arm playfully. "Put that thing down." He still couldn't believe he'd let himself be talked into this.

Julian giggled. "This is so exciting!"

Max gave him a half-hearted smile. "I'm glad one of us is looking forward to this." He put the Jeep in park and opened his door

"We can always go back home."

Max shook his head. "No, no. I agreed."

Julian smiled wickedly as he got out of the car. "Yes, you did."

"Don't rub it in."

"Oh, I'm going to be doing plenty of rubbing, don't you worry." He picked up his travel bag and grabbed Max's hand. "C'mon."

Max followed along as Julian led him down one of the nature trails into the park. About ten minutes in, Julian stepped off the path and into the bushes, pulling him along.

"Wait! The signs say we're supposed to stay on the path!" he argued.

Julian turned to him. "Okay. You want everyone to see us, we'll go back to the path."

"No!" He pushed Julian back in the direction they'd been going. "Off the path is fine."

"Thought so!"

They walked along for a few more minutes. Max stumbled over rocks, roots, his own feet. Too much more of this, and he wouldn't be in the mood for anything, let alone sex. They rounded the corner, and Max stopped in his tracks, the air leaving his chest in a whoosh of awe. "Wow."

Soft green grass, dotted with lavender and blue flowers, rolled out in front of them before sloping gently down toward a waterfall tumbling into an otherwise serene pool of bright blue.

"It's beautiful, right?" Julian let go of his hand and twirled around. "Like a fairy tale."

"Definitely." Max stood there mesmerized. "I had no idea this was here."

Julian slid his shirt over his head. "Care for a dip?"

"Are we allowed to go in there?" Max frowned at the pool, wondering if there were park rangers watching them from the bushes and trees.

"We're already off the path, right?"

"I guess so." He peeled his shirt off as well, stopped to admire Julian body as Julian finished undressing and stood before him, stark naked. He let out a low whistle and beckoned Julian over. He spied the dildo sticking out of Julian's bag, and frowned again. He kept forgetting to ask about it. "Why'd you buy one so big?"

"Huh?"

"The dildo. Why'd you buy it so big?"

"Don't you like it?"

Max chuckled. "I haven't spoken to it much, but it looks like a nice enough dildo. I'm still curious."

Julian blushed and looked away, hugged his arms around himself. "I thought you might like something like you'd been used to."

"Something...like I'd been used to? What?" He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what on Earth that could mean. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

"No, no no. No. You can't say something like that and then say never mind. Out with it."

Julian sighed heavily and padded away. "I saw Ashton online the other day. Actually, he messaged me."

Max cursed under his breath. So his ex was up to those old antics again. Nice.

"He told me about all the stuff you guys used to do together."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff like this. Like how you used to go camping and fuck under the stars."

Max snorted. "Baby, the only stars we ever fucked under were the glow in the dark ones stuck to his ceiling. He lied to you."

"Still. I don't know how you did it."

"Did what?"

"Went from someone like him to someone like me. I looked through all his pictures. He's perfection brought to life. And look at me." He waved a hand up and down his body. "I'm fat, I'm frumpy, and I have a pencil dick."

"Jesus..." Max shook his head. "Is that what this is all about? You are not fat. You are not frumpy, and you most certainly do not have a pencil dick." He took Julian by the shoulders and shook him gently. "Why do you let people get in your head like that? And why didn't you tell me he messaged you? I'd have told you he lied."

"Still," Julian repeated.

"No. There is no still." He ran his fingers through Julian's hair. "You want to know how I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you? When's my birthday?"

Julian frowned. "May seventeenth."

"What's my favorite color?"

"Purple," Julian answered immediately.

"What street did I grow up on?"

"Hummingbird Circle."

"I've been with you a little over a year, and you know all those things. I was with Ashton for five years. You know how many times he remembered my birthday? Twice. Once because he actually remembered, the second time because his sister called to remind him the day of. You want to know how else I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you? You and I make love. All Ashton and I ever did was fuck." Max paused for a deep breath, hating the ache in his chest these memories caused. "But the real reason I can go from a guy like him to a guy like you is because you never have to get drunk or high in order to deal with the fact that you're attracted to a man instead of a woman like your parents think you should be. You're not embarrassed to hold my hand in public."

Julian blinked, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Wow."

"Yeah. Look, I know you're not always happy with your body. If you want to, we can start going to a gym together or something." He ran his hands up and down Julian's arms. "But just know that you don't need to do anything for me to find you sexy or attractive or handsome. I love you—body, mind, heart, and soul."

Julian blushed again, but this time the rosy tint to his cheeks came with a smile.

Max took a step back and reached for the buttons of his jeans. He popped each open slowly, one at a time, all the while never breaking eye contact with Julian. He slid his pants and boxers down, stepped out of them, and reached for Julian, brought their bodies together and smiled at the soft gasp that escaped Julian.

He trailed his lips down the side of Julian's neck, over Julian's shoulder and down Julian's arm and back up again, until he reached Julian's lips. "Let's go for a swim," he whispered.

Julian shivered and nodded. He bent to reach for the dildo on the way by, but Max stopped him. "But—" Julian protested.

Max reached down and wrapped his fist around Julian's cock. "I've got all I need right here."

Julian gasped and arched against him.

In the face of Julian insecurities and worries, Max's earlier shyness and embarrassment at their intentions out in the wild faded away. Julian needed him, needed his reassurance, his confidence in them. He took Julian's hand and headed down to the water.

"Brr!" Julian giggled as he waded in, pressing up against Max. "I didn't consider it might be cold!"

"It's okay," Max said, sucking in a quick breath as he stepped further in and the water lapped at his chest. He bent his head to nuzzle Julian ear. "You're enough to warm me up."

He glanced around, looking for the perfect place, and found it in a little spot where the bank dipped down, forming a shelf. He scooped Julian up into his arms and waded over while Julian giggled and wiggled. Max deposited Julian next to the shelf, then took a spot on it himself on his back, his ass hanging over the edge. He smiled up at Julian and beckoned his lover forward with a crooked finger.

Julian's eyes went wide as understanding finally dawned. "You want me to top?"

Max nodded. He hadn't bottomed for Julian yet—not because he hadn't wanted to—but because he'd needed to be certain of his partner. They'd only been together for a little over a year, but today had been an eye opening experience. Julian loved him enough to set all this up, loved him enough to let Max's ex get under his skin, and God knew Max adored Julian. Bottoming for him seemed like the next logical step in their relationship.

Julian blushed and shuffled his feet, sending waves lapping at Max's ass. "Am I big enough to top? I want it to be good for you. Maybe I should get the dildo."

Max shook his head and grabbed for Julian's hand. "You are what I want. I don't want some artificial slab of latex. I want you. Flesh and blood. The man I love."

Julian shivered and leaned in for a quick kiss. He licked and nibbled a trail down to Max's left nipple, swiped his tongue across the tight nub and grinned when Max arched and sighed.

"Use your teeth, baby," Max instructed.

Julian's grin only got bigger. He lowered his head again and took Max's nipple between his front teeth, rolling it back and forth and biting down delicately.

Max fisted his hand in Julian's hair and held Julian's head tight, pleasure and pain spiking out from his nipple, warming his chest and belly. He pressed Julian closer, hoping to relay the idea of harder without actual words.

Ever an adept student, Julian redoubled his efforts, sucking Max's nipple into his mouth and chewing on it, making soft growling noises that sent shivers up Max's spine and drove him wild. Julian let go with a wet plop and continued his path lower. He stopped at Max's groin, pushed his face into the hair there and breathed in deeply.

Max giggled at the soft, warm blow of Julian's exhale as it tickled his flesh. His mirth quickly shifted to lust as Julian's lips pressed against the tip of his cock, sucking ever so gently. He let out a grunt.

Julian raised his head. "What was that?"

"I said suck me already!" Max chuckled and reached down to grip his cock, wagged it at Julian.

"Hmm...that does look tempting. I'm not sure if I should lick it..." He gave Max's cock several long, slow strokes of his tongue. "Or maybe I should stroke it." He wrapped his fist around Max's cock and stroked it from base to tip, pressing his thumbnail into the little slit on the head before flicking his thumb over the tip.

Max writhed and moaned. "More..." He panted, breath coming hard and fast.

"More of which?" Julian smiled wickedly down at him. "The licking?" He licked Max's cock up and down. "Or the stroking?" He gave Max's cock two good, tight pumps.

Max shook his head. Didn't much matter what Julian did, as long as he kept doing something. Anything. "Don't care. Just touch me."

"Or maybe you'd prefer this." Julian dropped to his knees.

 Max let out a long, low moan as Julian parted his cheeks. "Oh, yes..." The hot wetness of Julian's tongue traced his opening, fluttered over it, and then probed him. Max shuddered and arched his ass off the ledge, desperate for more contact.

Julian wrapped one hand around Max's cock and stroked as he licked, raising his head occasionally to swipe his tongue across Max's balls. He sucked one into his mouth and Max nearly lost all control. Max tangled his hand in Julian's hair, loving that delicious gentle suction.

Julian withdrew and stood up. He spit into his hand, wetted his cock, and stepped up between Max's legs. He glanced up at Max, as if to ask one last time if Max were certain.

Max nodded and raised his legs to rest them on Julian's shoulders. He sighed and fisted his own cock as Julian's filled him. He had no idea what his lover had been worried about—Julian fit him just right, was just long enough and just big enough around. He looked up, enthralled by the look in Julian's eyes—lust, love, but also, confidence and control. Seemed Julian liked the role of top. Max chuckled to himself. He certainly liked the role of bottom.

Julian sped up his pace and Max's thoughts scattered. The world faded away until nothing existed but them—the only sounds in the world were their grunts and sighs, the slapping of their flesh, and the splashing of the water around them, the only thing Max could see were their bodies so perfectly joined, the only thing he could feel was the slide of Julian's body against him, inside him, the clutching of Julian's hands, and the tightness of his own hand. He stroked his cock in time with Julian's thrusts, eyes rolling back in his head. He gasped and bucked up as Julian tweaked his nipples, pinching them and tugging on them, twirling them.

Julian changed the angle of his thrusts, hunkered down and moved faster, harder. He tucked his left forefinger behind his thumb, held it his hand close to Max's right nipple, and let go with a quick flick.

Max cried out, stroking himself faster and faster as Julian kept it up, fucking him hard, flicking his nipples and making those grunting noises Max loved. "Harder," he gasped out the word.

Julian obliged him, and Max had to reach down and hold onto the ledge. He grimaced and grunted, as Julian's movements pressed him back against some rocks he hadn't realized were jutting out. But it didn't matter. The pain only heightened his senses, made the pleasure that much more intense. His body tightened up, muscles bunching and straining for release. He let go of the ledge and grabbed for his cock, tugging and squeezing. Julian went rigid and arched against him, head thrown back in a stunning display of ecstasy. Two more strokes and Max found his own climax, body shaking. Julian collapsed on top of him and Max hugged him close.

Julian pressed a kiss to Max's neck. "So...what do you think?" He paused for several deep breaths. "Should we make fucking in the park a regular thing?"

Max grinned. "Baby, you can fuck me anywhere!"