I met Den when he first came to our sports club. His slender, fit figure, short stature, light hair, and curious gaze immediately caught my attention.
- Interesting guy, I thought right away. It’d be great to get to know him...
Den was noticeably younger than me. He lived nearby, so I started taking advantage to walk back from practice together, and we quickly became friends. Soon, we were jogging together in the nearby park, changing at his place. Oh, how I devoured his body with my eyes!
He was especially captivating after a workout. His light hair, slightly damp with sweat, clung to his temples. His skin glistened in the soft light. Body—toned, with sharply defined muscles yet graceful and light seemed perfect. A narrow waist, chiseled abs, firm buttocks hugged by athletic shorts... Oh, I’d give anything to slide those shorts off him!
I deliberately lingered while changing, trying to stay naked around Den as long as possible. Unlike him, I stripped completely each time, changing as if it was no big deal. Secretly, I hoped he was looking at me too. But I was too shy to make the first move.
Den acted like any typical guy. The most I could see was his body in tight briefs, and that image fueled my vivid fantasies.
I imagined what it would be to run my hand over his smooth skin, to feel the warmth of his body, trace the curves of his muscles with my fingers. I dreamed of pressing myself against him, feeling his breath on my neck, slowly exploring every inch of his firm body from shoulders to hips, like charting an unknown territory. Hooking my fingers under the waistband and slowly pulling briefs down to his knees, revealing his most intimate parts...
In my dreams, we were alone, perhaps in his room after a run. His skin still slightly damp from a shower, his light hair falling over his forehead as he looked at me with a faint, almost innocent smile.
I’d step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. My fingers would cautiously brush the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal his toned torso. His skin was smooth, warm, with a faint scent of soap and his own unique smell. I imagined my hands gliding over his chest, down his defined abs, lingering at his narrow waist. My fingers would find the waistband of those tight briefs that drove me wild in the locker room. I’d pause, as if asking for permission, but in my fantasy, he’d only nod slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire.
Slowly, almost reverently, I’d pull the fabric down, exposing his body. His neat cock, slightly erect but still fully covered by foreskin, looked so natural and alluring. A light patch of curly hair above it, and a faint trace below just barely covering his balls. I imagined kneeling before him, feeling the warmth of his skin, hearing his breathing deepen. My fingers would gently touch him, exploring with light, almost weightless caresses. In my dreams, I’d lean closer, and without hesitation, take his tip into my mouth.
I imagined him exhaling softly, maybe even whispering my name, as I, fully immersed in my feelings, began to suck his coveted cock. His body would respond warmly to my touch, his tip swelling and starting to leak. I dreamed of Den’s fingers brushing my hair, guiding or simply trusting, as he grew bolder, moving his hips to meet my motions.
In my fantasies, I drank all his essence. He’d erupt in my mouth, my tongue feeling the pulses of his cock, my fingers sensing his balls tightening upward.
Those were fantasies, but in reality, I didn’t know how to approach the object of my desire.
The opportunity came the following summer.
Den and I went on a weekend hike in a remote countryside. The sun blazed mercilessly. We walked along overgrown old roads, sometimes barely discernible through the brush, hoping to reach a small, hidden lake by noon to camp there. The air was thick with heat and the scent of pines. Our shirts were long soaked with sweat, our backpacks swaying with our steps. I couldn’t take my eyes off Den: his hair shimmered gold in the sunlight, and his light, confident stride was almost a dance.
“Hot as hell!” Den turned to me, wiping sweat from his forehead. “How far is that lake?”
“Should be close if I’m reading the map right. Maybe fifteen more minutes.”
Sure enough, a quarter-hour later, the trail turned, and water glimmered ahead. We stepped into a clearing by the shore.
Den dropped his backpack and exhaled in awe:
“This is amazing! Anton, you’re a genius for finding this place!”
I just smirked, my heart beating faster. We shed our backpacks, peeled off our sweat-soaked shirts, and exchanged a glance.
“Swim first?”
“Hell yeah!”
Neither of us even considered putting on swim trunks (I even hadn’t brought any, banking on our seclusion and “accidentally” leaving them at home). My gaze lingered on Den as he unbuttoned his shorts. He caught my look and winked. My already flushed cheeks burned hotter.
Den stripped first, walked to the water’s edge, and paused, waiting for me. I couldn’t look away. He stood sideways to the water. The soft curves of his buttocks, his slightly erect cock, neat scrotum drew me like a magnet. I imagined how they’d feel under my fingers, and the thought made my breath catch.
I stripped too. We stood facing each other, completely naked, openly studying one another without the usual shyness. I saw undisguised interest in Den’s eyes. His cock twitched slightly, reacting to our mutual gazes, but he didn’t try to cover himself. My body spoke for itself too — I was inwardly thrilled that Den took it as natural.
“You…” Den started, but his voice faltered, and he just smiled, stepping closer. “You know you’re… damn gorgeous?”
I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh, full of the same tension we both felt. Our arousal was now obvious. It was both awkward and liberating — knowing the other saw you as you were and wanted it. I reached out, my fingers brushing Den’s wrist, and that light touch sparked something in us both.
“Jump?” Den asked. His voice trembled, but there was a new confidence, fueled by my touch.
Cool water crashed over us as we dove into the lake together. Surfacied, we faced each other. Den swam closer, his light hair plastered to his forehead. Water droplets rolled down his cheeks, glinting in the sunlight. He smiled, but it was more desire than playfulness. I cast aside my last doubts, grabbed Den by his waist, and pulled him to me. Our naked bodies pressed together underwater. The lake’s chill only heightened the heat we felt. Our hard cocks slid against each other with the rhythm of gentle waves. That sensation — sliding, warmth, pressure — made us both hold our breath.
“You’re trembling,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. My hands slid lower to Den’s hips. After a moment’s hesitation, I gathered the courage to slip between his buttocks. Den tensed briefly but relaxed and returned my embrace.
We caressed each other slowly, cautiously, but with growing confidence. We both felt how our touches resonated, fueling us further.
My hands boldly explored Den’s body. I felt the softness of his skin, the roughness of hair low on his abdomen, the tenderness of his scrotum. We pressed closer. Our cocks rubbed against each other’s stomachs, our hands roaming between buttocks, each seeking the best way to please the other.
I buried my face in Den’s neck. My lips found a sensitive spot under his chin, and my kiss drove him wild. His hands gripped me tighter, he pressed his cock against my stomach, made a few final thrusts, and came with a loud moan.
That spurred me on. In a surge of passion and tenderness, I lifted Den by the thighs and slid my cock between his lower cheeks. The moment my tip pressed against where I guessed his entrance was, I shuddered with an orgasm unlike any I’d known. What I’d only dreamed of had just happened. It felt like I released for a full minute. My spurts hit between Den’s thighs, his scrotum rubbing against the base of my cock, milking me to the last drop. Neither of us had ever experienced anything like it.
We climbed onto the sunny shore.
“That was incredible,” Den said.
“Yeah…” was all I could manage.
We lay on the grass, our naked bodies basking in the warm breeze and sun. There was no rush. We rested.
