I want to be as uninhibited as Peter, thought Davy. But some things are easier said than done. Old habits are often very hard to break. He was raised to never completely abandon control. To be a gentleman, to be polite, to be courteous, to be proper.

It occurred to him though, that in order to sow as well as reap the finest that was possible, one might have to learn how to discriminate, and possibly even disregard certain rules. In this case, that meant allowing himself to be himself, and to hell with being proper.

Peter had opened his eyes to this. Raw, uninhibited, adventurous, carefree Peter. Davy doubted Peter had ever even questioned being the way he was. It was just innate with him. So natural... He envied Peter. Even being aware of all this, it was difficult for Davy to let go of things that had been drilled into him, and thus ingrained within for as long as he could remember.

How Peter could appear, and often act, so innocent, yet be so open and unashamed (with the exception of when he was being coy) of his lustful actions just astonished Davy. Peter was pure-that's what it was. He didn't know any better. Didn't know how to hold back. Didn't know how easily he could be hurt either. Peter just went with the assumption that the rest of the world was as unconditionally accepting and loving as he was. Peter dove into love and sex just as he dove into life itself-head first. Davy would love to be able to do that-just once. After that first time, he knew it would get easier each time. Peter was the one he wanted to do it with. Only Peter.

Maybe now was the time to start... I'm going to do it. Be as untamed as Peter. Taste what its like to be that wild stallion that no one can touch. Peter is my wild stallion, and I'm going to claim him completely. And give Peter a taste of my untapped wildness as well.

One minute he was contemplating how he'd go about being wild like Peter, and the next minute he was actually doing it. He grasped Peter's cock in his hand and began to pump firmly, not regulating his breathing, but letting it come in gasps as Peter did when aroused. Hiding nothing on his face. He didn't have to fake it, not by a long shot. At the same time he drew near Peter's ear, breathing the words that set them both aflame.

"I want you to come hard. I want to make you feel how you make me feel." Peter's eyes were wide and eager. He liked this-really liked Davy coming on to him so aggressively.

For the longest time, Davy had been tentative and hesitant about sex with Peter. That was because, obviously, Peter was the same sex, and therefore, forbidden fruit. But if he was going to do it anyway, he might as well do it right.

He licked and nibbled at Peter's nipples, which stiffened in arousal. Peter arched his back in pleasure, drawing a sharp breath with a snake-like hiss through his teeth.

Davy then went straight for what his mouth watered for. Before Peter could even react, Davy was deep-throating him. Peter was astonished. Davy had never been this aggressive, this quickly. He usually built up to it more slowly. Well, he'd been aggressive at the sheep shearing barn earlier today because of the frustration of being put off for so long. But this... Peter had never seen this side of Davy before. And was it ever exciting!

As the tip of Peter's cock nudged the back of Davy's throat over and over, Peter gave himself up to the sensations.

Davy, meanwhile, turned himself loose for the first time. Completely loose. He slid his hands under Peter's buttocks and devoured his cock. His tongue lashed all over Peter's cock, sucking and shocking Peter so wantonly that Peter nearly choked on his own saliva.

When Peter came, it was the most explosive the two of them had yet indulged in. They held each other afterward. They practiced a lot of after play, as they often did when they had waited to the point of near desperation for each other. The hugs were unusually tender, the kisses extra sweet and lingering.

Davy took a deep breath, knowing he needed to address what Peter had said to him earlier.

"Don't think I've forgotten what you brought up earlier about me...fucking you." Davy wasn't sure if it were the right moment to use that term. He normally only used it when both of them were reaching their height of passion, but he wanted to be certain Peter understood what he was saying to him.

"You seemed interested, and if you want to talk about it anytime, don't hold back. I just want you to know...that I'm not ignoring or avoiding it."

Peter, now blushing ten shades of red, said, "Yeah, I was too shy to bring it up again. I'm glad you did."

"Um... next Saturday we have nothing planned, right?" Davy asked.

"Nope!"

"Well then... maybe... we can talk about it then. I'm not opposed to anything you want."

Peter got even redder, and snuggled even closer to Davy. "Thanks, babe," he said.

But tomorrow was Sunday, which was lots closer than next Saturday, and unbeknownst to Davy, Peter had plans...