It was a gorgeous spring day out and I just couldn't resist a morning run through the woods that are scattered about the property. The lilacs were in full bloom and the scent in the air was to die for.

Returning the house, I head up to have a shower, making sure to turn the coffee pot on first.

Brian follows me into the shower, asking, "Did you have anything to eat yet, or were you waiting for a nourishing, high protein breakfast that only I can provide?"

God, he's such dork sometimes - fucking sexy - but still a dork. "Oh you know I don't have any problems finding guys to blow. But you're looking kinda skinny... maybe it's your turn," I tease.

He didn't take much convincing, dropping to his knees after kissing me hard for couple minutes. It felt so good when he wrapped his hand and his mouth around my rapidly hardening cock. My hips began to buck involuntarily when his tongue slid along the underside of my cock. He placed a hand on my hip to steady me.

Right when it was getting good (who am I kidding, it's always good), Brian stopped abruptly. "What the fuck, Brian?" I ask, staring down at him. He's just staring at my pubes like he'd seen a ghost. "What?"

"Justin, what the fuck is that? That was definitely not there last night." Brian was now pointing AND staring at my pubes.

I look down and see what appears to be a mole...that's moving, but it's not. "Oh fuck, Brian, it's just a little woodtick," I say, grabbing it as I step out of the shower. "Nothing to be so freaked out about." I rip its head off with my fingernails and toss in the garbage can.

I get back in the shower, but it appears that mood is gone. We just end up washing each other, Brian spending extra time checking me everywhere for anymore pesky critters.