Geoff and Apollo came to the shoreline to watch the rise of the full moon at the lighthouse in the bay in Nova Scotia. Arriving early they captured the beauty of clouds change into a colorful sunset of yellows, oranges, pinks, reds and finally purples. Smooth slabs of stone proved and a warm July evening proved comfortable enough to lay side by side naked, reminding them of their first outdoors date at the lighthouse in Point Reyes National Seashore north of San Francisco.
“The sun has finally set.” Apollo wrapped his arm around Geoff’s shoulder. “It won’t be long before we see the moon.”
“Are you going to howl like a wolf. You did that when we were at Point Reyes?” Geoff laughed, teasing his partner about the loud exploding wail when they reached their orgasms.
“Only if that Man on the Moon is watching us.” Apollo feathered his fingers down Geoff’s butt crack then smelled his hand for his hormonal scent.
“You don’t have to stop doing that.”
“We’ll miss the moon if I go any further now.”
“I guess you’re right. I want to see that dick of yours standing tall and hard under the glow of the moonlight.”
“You’re such a fucking romantic. Is that why you made me come here tonight?” Apollo jokingly sneered, provoking Geoff to slap his ass.
Darkness prevailed for nearly fifteen minutes, before a hint of light emerged in the black eastern horizon.
“It’s coming.” Geoff screamed very loud.
“Soon you will be too.” Apollo rolled him on his back, pouncing on top of him. Apollo's legs and abdomen shimmied down below Geoff’s crotch, while his lips slid over the crown of his partner’s dick.
Geoff thrust his hips side to side, laughing squeamishly. “Stop. Not yet.”
“Party pooper. I’ll wait. But when it’s completely up, you better be ready.”
“I will. But you have to write me a poem. Just like you did after the first time.”
“You loved that dribble.” Apollo sat up, crossing his legs Indian style.
“I expect something better.” Geoff joined him, sitting by his side.
As the moon rose to full perfection, Apollo’s hands turned his lover’s head around. He kissed him on the lips; his fingers traced the hairy skin on Geoff’s chest down to his navel.
Geoff forced his man down on his back, spreading his legs, and set his crotch on top of his trembling groin. With his head perched above his, he whispered, “It’s time.”
“Finally.” Apollo squirmed, feeling Geoff’s cock harden between his legs. His own dick rose against Geoff’s navel.
They wreathed, rolled and twisted, while gasping sounds of their amorous satisfaction echoed in the silence, until Geoff cried out and Apollo held his breath then moaned. The full moon’s light cast a shadow on their bodies caught motionless in suspension.
A generator exploded in loud combustion sounds from the lighthouse. The glaring light atop the lighthouse circled the surrounding waters, islands and slabs of rock, illuminating Geoff and Apollo's opportunistic positions.
They burst out laughing.
“I wonder if someone was in the lighthouse.” Geoff raised his head with curiosity.
“Doesn’t matter.” Apollo turned Geoff’s head back towards him; their lips kissed tenderly. “At least they had a great show.”
"What lighthouse should we visit for August's full moon?" Geoff snickered, fondling Apollo's buns. "You truly are a god like an ancient. Greek. Time for you to start composing my poem, don't you think?"
"Yes, my student."
"Now you're acting like Plato. Just how much do you know about sex of the Greeks of yesteryear?"
"Enough to teach you more about how to make love more thrilling, maybe more dangerous than what we just did."
"I'll hold you to that." Geoff stood up, slapping his dick with his hand, requesting more attention.
Apollo heard a distant voice from the lighthouse. "Let's get dressed. Someone's coming."