The park was alive with energy, the kind that buzzed in the air and made your skin prickle. I wasn’t sure what drew me here today, but as soon as I saw them—the group of college guys—I couldn’t look away. They were gathered near the edge of the open field, a loose circle of laughter, sweat, and raw masculinity. My heart began to pound, and I felt an unfamiliar heat rise in my chest. I told myself I was just curious, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.
I lingered by a tree, pretending to scroll on my phone while my eyes wandered. There had to be at least fifteen of them, all in their early twenties, lean and athletic. Some were shirtless, their torsos glistening under the late afternoon sun. The sight of their sweat-slicked skin, the way it clung to their muscles, made my mouth go dry. One guy stood out immediately—tall, with a mop of dark curls and a cocky grin. His abs were like a roadmap, leading down to a thin trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. My gaze lingered there, tracing the lines of his V-shaped torso, and I felt a rush of something I hadn’t felt in years.
Another one caught my eye—shorter but just as fit, with broad shoulders and a thick mat of pit hair that peeked out as he stretched. The way his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his hair made my pulse quicken. And then there was him. The one in the silk shorts. They hung low on his hips, almost teasingly so, and the outline of his cock was unmistakable. It was right there, pressing against the thin fabric, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. My own body betrayed me, a telltale tightness forming in my pants that I desperately tried to hide.
I took a step closer, my legs moving almost on their own. The air smelled like grass and sweat, and the sound of their laughter filled my ears. My breath hitched as I got nearer, close enough to see the beads of sweat rolling down their chests, to hear the low timbre of their voices as they joked around. The guy in the silk shorts shifted, and for a moment, it looked like he caught me staring. My face flushed, but instead of looking away, he smirked, his eyes lingering on me for just a second too long.
My heart raced, and I could feel the blood rushing south. I adjusted myself subtly, hoping no one noticed, but it was too late. The thought of being seen—of being noticed—sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t ignore. I glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to pay me any mind. Except him. The one in the silk shorts. He was watching me now, his gaze steady and intense. My mouth went dry as he took a step forward, his lips quirking into a slow, knowing smile.
“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “You okay? You look a little... lost.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight. “Uh, yeah. Just... taking a walk.”
He chuckled, low and deep, and it sent shivers down my spine. “Sure you are.” He took another step closer, close enough that I could smell the sweat on his skin, the faint hint of cologne that clung to him. My eyes flickered down again, drawn to the outline in his shorts, and I felt a surge of heat between my legs.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his tone playful but with an edge that made my stomach flip.
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, I could only nod, my face burning with shame and desire all at once. He laughed again, and this time, it was softer, almost affectionate.
“Relax,” he said, his hand resting on my shoulder. “It’s cool.”
His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “You know,” he whispered, his voice husky, “if you’re curious... I can show you what it’s like.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel myself getting harder by the second. The heat between us was overwhelming, and I knew I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. I glanced around nervously again, but the rest of the group was too caught up in their own world to notice us.
“Come on,” he said, his hand slipping down to grip mine. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”
I hesitated for just a moment before letting him lead me away from the group, my heart racing and my body aching with need. His hand was warm and firm in mine, and I could already feel the anticipation building inside me. What was about to happen? I wasn’t sure... but
