The Fourth of July
I woke up just before dawn on Independence Day. A warm hand lay still on my rising cock. I realized that my hand was lying on my partner's cock also. Neither of us was pumping or stroking the other. Our palms just lay there, void of any motion or stimulation. It was obvious to me, from his breathing, that he was still asleep.
I rolled over on my side, and as I did so, he rolled over also. He hunkered up to me, and his cock was now resting comfortably in the crack of my ass. He reached around me, and his hand found my cock again. He wrapped his palm around it, and this time he started stroking.
I pushed my ass back against his cock, and started pushing against it. He was aroused and started to dry hump me. His humping, and his stroking my cock, took on a slow, steady rhythm. He kept his motion up, and I kept pumping hard against him.
I felt the unmistakable feeling all over my body. I well knew the sensation of an impending orgasm, and what it did to my body. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but I didn't want to shatter the silence that we had awakened to.
I began to breathe faster and heavier, and I pushed harder against his cock, which was still busy dry humping my crack. We both knew when I was about to come. I rolled slightly from my side to my back, so that my cum would hit my abdomen and my belly, instead of the bed sheets.
I came with a muffled scream, and my partner kept stroking until my breathing returned to nearly normal. He scooped up as much of my cum as he could and began to lubricate his cock with it. He loved to do that with my cum. It turned him on so much that he could barely breathe.
He turned on his back, and I went down on him. I slurped up my own cum, thinking all the time, how good it tasted. He shoved his arousal into my mouth. My tongue lapped up my cum, and my saliva continued to lubricate his cock. My lips pumped his rod, while my tongue never stopped licking it.
His hips began to buck and I tried to continue what I was doing without changing any of my motion or technique. He was getting close. He began to whimper, and suddenly he gave out an eerie, primordial scream, and he came in my mouth.
There was no cum and no further mess, of course. Removal of his prostate some years ago had seen to that, but it did not interfere with his ability to climax, or with the intensity of his orgasm.
We rested, and then showered together. We dressed and made up our bed. My partner made breakfast for us, and that's how we spent the morning of July Fourth.
We had not made any plans for the day. It was too hot, and the sun was too strong, so we had no desire to attend any of the many barbeques going on in our community.
Anyway, we didn't need any plans. Our holiday started off beautifully, and was complete in itself.