When Sam felt Nils rise from the mat, he opened his eyes. The early light of morning filled the shelter. The chickens were clucking, anxious to be out and about foraging for insects and seeds. He rolled over onto his back, his morning erection pressing against the rough cloth of his union suit. Nils was disappearing out the flap of the lean-to. Sam got up, stretched and followed him.
He found Nils around the back of the shelter. He had finished relieving himself and was adjusting his garment. He turned to Sam as he approached. A broad smile broke across his handsome face.
“Good morning,” he said. “You sleep all right?”
Sam nodded, returning the smile and greeting, undid a button and pulled his semi-hard c**k through the slit in his union suit and began to relieve himself. He felt mildly
