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One of the first things Santi had done to their house when they moved in was have the fence replaced. He contracted a 10 foot privacy fence with a lattice top be built. He then planted morning glories and red trumpets to take over the lattice. It created a lovely barrier between them and their neighbors. Because these days Santi absolutely coveted his privacy, especially within his own sanctuary.

Next Santi had a small pool installed with a patio around it. The space beneath the deck had also been cemented to create another outdoor grilling and sitting area. Outdoor furniture were the last things to be added. Will and Ben had found it amusing that the outdoor space was the first thing Santi had upgraded. But Santi truly loved to be outside. Especially when it was warm, breezy, and sunny for one reason in particular.

He loved to sit outside nude.

Something about being outside naked, even in the complete privacy of his own backyard, just did it for him. He liked the relaxing heat on his bare skin. Enjoyed tanning his entire body. Liked the faint chance of getting caught by others. But really he was simply an exhibitionist.

Today was one of those weird federal holidays which were literally only a Fed holiday. Everyone else still had to go to work and school. So he knew his neighbors were gone for the day. Will and Ben had gone to check on the construction of Ben's gym. Santi had elected to stay home. He had decided today was a do nothing day. He rarely indulged in down days like this. He needed to more often. He deserved it, dammit.

Their rescue pitbull puppy, Bruce, was laid out on his side: sun baking and farting to his heart's content. Santi figured "fuck it". He'd do the same. He moved the sturdy wicker couch out from under the deck into the sun. Then flopped down to get comfy. He stretched out along the length of the patio couch. One leg up, half bent at the knee, and leaning against the backrest of the couch. The other leg was hanging off the couch with his foot on the ground. One arm was across the armrest and the other across the top of the couch. His head was tipped back on his pillow. He was half dozing, cock half hard from just being free in the breeze.

He heard the backdoor open and close. He heard someone walk across the upper deck above him. A huff of amusement followed a moment later. Heavy steps were heard coming down the stairs to ground level.

Santi did not bother to open his eyes.

His friends had learned a long time ago to never drop by unannounced. Not even Frankie. Santi tended to draw a gun on people when surprised. So he knew that either one or both of his men had come home earlier than planned. Bruce did not move, bark, or growl, which cemented that last fact to Santi.

Santi merely spread his legs and palmed his cock. The couch cushion dipped at the end of the couch as someone sat. Santi was pretty sure he knew which brother it was. He'd cataloged the way each one sounded when they walked. Knew the way they breathed when it was quiet enough to hear it. The unique scent of each of them. He could find them blind folded in their house and tell them apart too.

There was the soft rustling of fabric. Big broad, calloused hands landed gently on his thighs. Santi hummed happily. Those hands caressed over the soft hairs of his legs to the creases of his thighs. A warm mouth closed over his cock head. A hot slick tongue rubbed over his frenulum. Santi sighed, deep and appreciative. His hand found soft hair and scratched over the scalp. A deep groan made Santi shudder. The sound reverberated down his cock. It took very little time at all before Santi was gasping and shuddering. That hot, talented mouth had a way of reducing him to a whimpering, bucking mess in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

"Will!" Santi whined breathlessly. His husband pulled off his cock. He cracked his eyes open to see the big blond smirking at him. Will was bent over, broad muscular shoulders bared, and glistening faintly with sweat. A shot of pure arousal at that sight had Santi's dick oozing pre over Will's fingers.

"Shoulda known I'd find you out here like this," Will smirked.

"You know me and my nudist kink," Santi grinned.

"Mmhmm, want me to finish?"

Santi gave his husband a mock annoyed look. "Yes, I would. Then I'm gonna suck you until you're fully hard and ride your dick."

"Fuck yes, Santi," Will groaned. His blue eyes went dark with excited lust.

"Suck me off, Will, or I won't," Santi smirked.

Will's face was buried back in Santi's groin a second later. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed Santi to the base. It was no easy task to accomplish. Santi was not more than six inches long. It was the girth of his cock that was thicker than Will could close his fist around. But Will kept his jaw relaxed. He'd had plenty of practice by now.

Will scraped his teeth delicately up his length. Santi made a punched out noise. His eyes rolled. Will's teeth caught on the ridge of his cock head then nipped at the tip. The mix of sweet pain and shocking pleasure had Santi spilling over. He came with a muffled shout. He bit his lip to hold it back. Will raised up. He leaned over to spit out his mouthful of cum. It splattered across the pavement. Santi's dick twitched at the lewd sight. A few drops of cum and a string of spit were glistening in Will's beard.

"Fuck," Santi groaned, pulling Will down to kiss him. He licked the mess off Will’s chin. He chased the taste of his cum in Will's mouth.

"You are filthy," Will chuckled as he eased back.

"You like it," Santi grinned.

Santi sat up. He planted his hand in the middle of Will's chest. Gentle urging was all it took to push the blond back into the couch cushions. Santi yanked Will’s shorts down, off, and slung them away. Santi licked up the length of his husband’s half hard cock. Will gasped harshly. It took very little effort on Santi's part to get his husband fully erect. Less than a handful of minutes. Santi pulled off Will’s cock when he began to tremble. The big blond whined. Will let himself be chided into moving. Will turned so his back was against the back of the couch. His feet were set firmly on the pavement.

Santi fished out lube from between the cushions. Will snorted then moaned sharply. Santi's wet fist closed around Will's dick to slick him up. The Latino climbed onto his husband's lap. Santi spread his thighs wide. He held Will's dick steady, lined his ass up, and pressed back. Both groaned. Santi worked himself down on Will's cock in slow rolls of his hips. Will gripped Santi's hips hard. The Latino bottomed out with a moan. He gripped the back of the couch on either side of Will's head. Santi bit his lip. He groaned at the pressure and stretch of Will's big cock inside him.

Santi raised up and rode back down. Then there was no holding back. They set a fast, frantic pace. Both were wild and keyed up from fucking out in the open. It was an exciting tease to know they could possibly be heard or seen. They tried to be quiet but it was a losing battle. Will licked and nipped at Santi's throat. Santi began to pant and whimper. Their hips worked harder. Will's cock was grinding perfectly against Santi's sweet spot. His cock was rubbing just right against Will's belly. Heated pleasure built swiftly. Sweat dripped off them. Release was so close after less than a handful of minutes.

I love this man! Santi thought, gasping, eyes tearing up as bliss blazed through him. He takes such good care of me. He loves me back. How did I get this lucky? I love him! Love him! Love him!

Santi gripped the back of the blond's head. His hips smacked lewdly loud on Will's lap. Will bit Santi on the throat and sucked hard. The sharp pain was a shot of pure sensation down Santi’s spine. He came with a sudden yelp. His cock spurted up Will's belly. Santi's body shuddered. He rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through him. Will was gasping against his throat. Santi could tell he was close.

"Want me to bend over?" Santi asked with a wicked grin against his husband's throat.

"Yes, please!"

Santi raised up. He shuddered as Will's cock slipped out of him. He turned to bend over the couch arm. Santi wiggled his ass invitingly at him. Will groaned lustily. Sweat and lube glistened lewdly. Will grabbed Santi's plush ass cheeks. Spread them, and moaned heatedly at the sight of that wet, gapping hole.

"Fucking sexy ass," Will sighed, massaging the soft muscle in his hands.

"Get in me, husband,” Santi looked over his shoulder and growled.

Will moaned. He sunk into Santi's wet, clutching heat. Will's hips were jittering in less than 10 strokes. Santi clenched his muscles around Will's driving length. Will whimpered. He came hard, pounding into Santi roughly. Santi's cock drooled out cum at another smaller, but no less intense release swept through him. Will pulled out and flopped back to the other end of the couch. Santi grinned as plopped down onto the cushion under him. Cum dripped out of him on the cushion. They lounged there fucked out, sweaty, and sticky.

Will looked over at his husband. He caught Santi's eye and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you." Santi smiled back softly.

They sat there, still nude, in the peaceful quiet. The back door opened and closed. Boots stomped across the upper deck.

"Really!?" Benny snapped.

They cracked their eyes open to look up at the Marine glaring down at them.

"I went to get pizza and you two have hot outdoor sex without me," Ben crossed his arms on top of the deck railing.

"I'm allowed to fuck my husband without you, Ben," Will snarked at his brother.

Santi pointed at Will. "What he said."

"That's just fucking rude," Ben scowled.

“Where's the pizza?" Will asked.

Ben cocked an eyebrow at his brother's audacity. "Get it yourself."

"How 'bout you grab the pizza and some beers, and I'll blow you?" Santi offered with a smirk.

Ben's eyebrows quirked up. "You think you can bribe my good will with a blowjob?"

"Well I did," Santi gestured at Will. His husband snorted a laugh. Ben gave them a flat look. Santi gave Ben a cocky grin. "And yes I do. I'll even deep throat you just the way you like and let you cum on my face."

Ben stared down at him, blinked, swallowed. "Sold!" He spun back around and hurried back inside.

Will and Santi burst out laughing.

"You know you're gonna have to do what you said?"

Santi snickered, "Of course. I had every intention to, which is why I offered."

"Well don't be offended while I eat pizza while you do," Will remarked, with a shrug. "I'm starving."

"Fair," Santi chuckled. "I love being married and having a significant other..."

"Mmhmm," Will hummed happily. "Especially since my husband is a nudist."

Santi put his foot on Will's thigh then rubbed back and forth with a pleased smile. "Best husband ever?"

Will rubbed his broad hand over Santi's shin then squeezed his ankle. "Best husband ever."

"You two are disgusting," Ben sounded exasperated from the back door. “Sappy…”

The married couple dissolved into helpless, happy laughter.

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