In a secluded house in north Wales, Old Man Jenkins was known for his meticulous lawn and his protection of the salmon that migrated annually up the river to spawn. His house, painted a stark white that seemed to glisten under the hot sun, sat at the river's edge, where the water churned and frothed as it rushed through the narrow, rocky channel known as the salmon Race. Every year, like clockwork, the salmon would return to spawn, fighting their way upstream in a fiery display of life's persistence.
The local boys never interrupted the salmon run, but they used the pools in the Race during the summer after the annual migration was over. Even during periods of drought, there would always be water in the Race, and the pools in particular were deep and not particularly dangerous during summer. However, you would not enter the water if the river was up, from the rains that had fallen further up in the mountains.
The CCTV cameras Mr. Jenkins had installed weren’t just for keeping an eye on his property but for the sake of the salmon, too. The CCTV broadcast high definition audio as well as video, which he’d often shared by streaming it with the local wildlife society, and his house and streaming had become somewhat of an unofficial viewing spot during the run. Out of season, though, the streaming service was disabled, but Mr. Jenkins could enjoy watching the river whenever he wished.
Last weekend, the sound of laughter and splashes grew louder than usual. Mr. Jenkins, who had been tending to his garden, cocked his head to listen. He recognised the boys from the village, but the volume of their shouts was unusual. With a furrowed brow, he retreated to his study and turned on the monitors. The images they relayed were of three young men, barely out of their teens, armed with mini surfboards, playing in the water. Their youthful exuberance was infectious, even though he watched the footage remotely. They were taking turns riding the rapids that the Race’s currents created, whooping and hollering as they tumbled off their makeshift vessels and into the cool embrace of the river.
Two of the boys were in swimming trunks, their bodies sleek and tanned from countless hours spent in the outdoors. The third boy, however, caught Mr. Jenkins' eye. He was wearing what looked like classic white briefs, a stark contrast to the trunks the others were wearing. The CCTV footage was surprisingly clear in colour, allowing him to discern the bright red of the trunks against the verdant backdrop of the riverbank, but the classic white briefs had become somewhat transparent from the water. The boy’s confidence was undeniable as he dove into the pool, his legs kicking up droplets that glinted like jewels in the sunlight.
Mr. Jenkins couldn’t peel his eyes away from the screen. He wasn’t a prude, but the boys’ carefree antics were a stark reminder of his own youth, long since replaced by the quietude of his retirement. As they played, the one in the briefs grew closer to the camera, and Mr. Jenkins noticed something peculiar about the way the fabric clung to his form. His thoughts drifted to his own past, recalling the furtive glances he’d cast at boys his age when he was younger, feelings he had buried deep and never acted upon.
The sound of their laughter filled the room, punctuated by splashes and shouts of delight. One of the boys in trunks suggested a race down the rapids, and the competition grew fierce. The boy in briefs, whom he knew as Billy, was the clear underdog, lacking the proper gear but making up for it with sheer determination. As they bobbed in the water, waiting for the signal, Billy’s briefs tightened around his groin, revealing a growing interest in the activity. The other two, Tom and Harry, didn’t seem to notice or care, their eyes on winning.
But when Billy climbed out of the water to walk along the concrete wall, Tom’s shout rang out like a bullhorn, "Billy's got a hard-on!" The sudden silence was palpable, the only sound the gentle rush of the river. Billy tried to cover himself with a hand, but the damage was done. Harry’s eyes grew wide, and Tom couldn’t help but snicker. Billy’s discomfort was visible, but it was clear that Tom’s comment had been a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity.
"Don’t worry, Billy," Harry called out with a smirk, "It's just a bit of fun," as he waded closer, the water sluicing over his lean hips. His gaze lingered on Billy's briefs, which had indeed become somewhat more... pronounced. "We're all friends here." His tone was casual, but there was a hint of something else, something that made Mr. Jenkins' heart race a little faster as he watched from his study.
Billy's face flushed a deep red that matched the swimsuits of his friends, and he sat down heavily on the concrete wall that edged the Race. The fabric of his briefs strained against his arousal, and he shifted uncomfortably. "It's just... the water," he mumbled, hoping his voice didn’t betray his embarrassment. Tom and Harry exchanged a knowing glance, their grins growing wider.
"You look pretty good, Billy," Harry said, his eyes still lingering on the bulge in Billy's briefs. The compliment was lightly teasing, but it sent a thrill through Billy’s body that he couldn’t quite suppress. He felt a strange mix of mortification and excitement, a cocktail of emotions that was as new to him as the sensation that had caused the scene in the first place.
Tom, ever the instigator, took a step closer, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk. "C'mon, Billy," he coaxed, "Let's have a look. Maybe we can learn a thing or two from you."
Billy looked from Tom to Harry, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun beating down on them. "I doubt you can learn anything from me, and I bet you both have hard-ons inside those trunks of yours?" he replied. "Perhaps, I will show you mine if you show me yours."
Tom and Harry glanced at each other, their expressions shifting from playfulness to something more serious. They had indeed noticed their own bodies responding to the situation, the chest deep water doing little to hide their growing arousal. They both felt a sudden shyness creeping over them, as if they had been caught in a lie, but Tom laughed in a nervous response, as Harry just stood there saying nothing.
"Go on, you two, show me," Billy demanded.
With a shrug, Tom took the plunge, reaching down to pull at the strings of his trunks. The red fabric was now free as he pushed it down, revealing his erect member standing proudly under the water.
It was a declaration of sorts, an acknowledgement of the simmering tension between them. Harry followed suit, his swimsuit slipping off to expose his own erection, equally as hard as Tom's, as they threw their trunks onto the concrete bank of the Race.
Billy's laugh was a blend of relief and excitement. He had always felt something for his friends, but he also knew they weren’t gay like him. Now, with the evidence laid bare, the air around them seemed to crackle with a newfound energy. His cock bobbed in the open air, reaching upward as if in greeting, and he felt a thrill as he watched Tom and Harry's eyes widen at the sight of him as he stepped out of the white fabric that moments previously had provided some element of modesty.
Tom and Harry's mouths fell open in a silent 'wow'. Their eyes were glued to Billy's shaft, which he now held gently in his hand, stroking it with a familiarity that seemed to speak of secret practices and hidden desires. The moment was charged with anticipation, as if they had all stumbled upon a treasure that none of them knew quite how to claim.
"Who's up for a wank?" Billy asked.
Mr. Jenkins's hand hovered over the mouse, ready to switch off the feed, but something in Billy's voice kept him from it. It wasn’t lewd or crude, but rather a question that hung in the air like a ripe fruit, begging to be plucked. He felt his own body responding, his pulse quickening. He had never felt this way watching the salmon as he murmured to himself, "I am, I’m up for a wank," knowing they couldn't hear him from his study.
Tom’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Billy, "Isn't that a little tame for you, Billy?" he asked, a challenge in his tone. "We know you like guys, and perhaps you fancy something more than knocking one out?"
Harry stepped back into the deeper water, watching the exchange with a mix of intrigue and trepidation, his hand unconsciously moving to cover his crotch.
"What do you mean, Tom?" Billy asked, his voice betraying the faintest tremor of excitement. "You asking for something else than a simple wank?"
Tom stepped closer to Billy, his own cock bobbing slightly with every step. "I mean," he began, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate with the very air, "that maybe I could try... something else. Something you will equally enjoy, having told us a while ago that there is nothing quite like receiving a blowjob given by a man."
The words hung between them, as ripe and heavy as the summer fruit that laden the trees nearby. Billy's hand paused on his shaft, his gaze locking onto Tom's. The question was out there, a silent challenge that seemed to echo across the river. He licked his lips, his heart thundering in his chest like a drumline.
Billy remained standing as he looked at Tom. "Are you asking me to give you a blowjob because you know I like giving blowjobs?"
Tom’s grin was both sheepish and hopeful. "Well, I figured if we're going to shoot our loads, we might as well go all the way, and I have never had a blowjob from anyone."
Harry's eyes widened further, and he took a step back, the water up to his chest, his hand still protectively cupping his manhood. "Hold on," he stuttered, "What are you guys talking about?"
Tom's grin didn’t waver as he took another step closer to Billy, his eyes never leaving his friend’s face. "Just a little experiment," Tom said with a shrug that seemed to carry more weight than the mere words suggested. "You know, like we've tried everything else together, why not this?"
“But, Tom, all we have ever done is wank together, oh, and also piss in front of each other. A blowjob is something else altogether,” Harry responded.
Tom responded to Harry. “Maybe it’s time for some adventure and to try something different.”
While listening to the exchange between Harry and Tom, Billy's hand tightened around his cock, the reality of Tom’s proposal sending a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the cool river water. "You're serious?"
Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving Billy's. "Dead serious," he said, the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's just us here, no one else to judge or see us."
“What about old man Jenkins. He lives just over there. He might see us,” Harry declared.
Billy swallowed hard, the excitement in his throat as potent as a mouthful of river water, his hand still wrapped around his erection, which bobbed in the gentle breeze that danced along the river.
“Na,” Tom responded to Harry’s concerns. “Old man Jenkins isn’t even home today. I saw him go out earlier, before we arrived.”
Mr. Jenkins, who continued to watch and listen to the conversation from his study, whispered to himself, "I came home earlier, and you boys are not alone," a silent benediction to the unfolding scene.
"Hold on," Harry stuttered, the water up to his chest. His eyes darted between Tom and Billy, the reality of what was being suggested crashing over him like the waves against the rocks. "Tom, are you saying you're... gay?" His voice cracked with the weight of the unspoken question.
Tom chuckled, his confidence unshaken by Harry's shock. "I'm saying I'm open to a grand experiment," he replied, his eyes never leaving Billy's. "You don't have to be in if you don't want to, Harry."
Billy's breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps now. "Okay," he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with excitement. "But Harry can watch if he wants."
Tom looked over at Harry, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You in, Harry?"
"I-I'm not sure," Harry stuttered, his hand tightening around his own erection. "But... I don't mind watching." His voice was shaky, but there was a note of curiosity in his tone.
Mr. Jenkins, though, muttered to himself, "Boys, I am definitely going to watch," as he slid his shorts down his legs, feeling his erect cock begging for release from his similar classic briefs to those of Billy.
Tom waded out of the water, his cock standing tall and proud as he knew something momentous was about to happen. The concrete was warm against his back as he lay down, his feet dangling in the water's edge. Billy followed, his legs feeling like jelly as he sat down on Tom's legs, their skin sticking slightly from the moisture of the river and their excitement. He stared down at Tom’s erect member, the same curiosity that had drawn Mr. Jenkins to his monitors now drawing him closer to his friend’s body.
The air was thick with anticipation, the only sounds the distant hum of bees in the flowers and the gentle lap of the water. Billy's heart was racing as he leaned in, his gaze flicking up to Tom's face briefly to check for any signs of doubt or regret. All he saw was a look of pure, unadulterated desire, which only served to bolster his own courage. He licked his lips, tasting the faint saltiness of the river on his skin, and then finally, he did it.
With a gentle touch, Billy wrapped his lips around the head of Tom's cock, feeling the heat and hardness against his tongue. Tom's breath hitched, his body arching slightly off the ground as the sensation washed over him. Harry, still standing in the water, watched with a mix of shock and fascination, his hand now moving slowly over his own erection, the rhythm matching Billy's tentative sucks.
Billy's eyes closed as he took more of Tom's length into his mouth, feeling the pulse of his friend's heartbeat in the shaft. He had done this before, in the quiet solitude of his own room, but never with someone else watching, never with the person whose cock he was sucking. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of excitement and nerves that made his own cock throb painfully.
Tom's hands found Billy's hair, his fingers threading through the wet strands as he guided Billy's head in a gentle rhythm. Billy moaned around his mouthful, the vibration sending shockwaves down Tom's spine. Harry's strokes grew faster, his eyes never leaving the intimate scene unfolding before him.
"You like that?" Tom breathed, his voice strained.
Billy nodded, not breaking the contact as he continued to explore with his mouth. Tom's hips began to rock slightly, pushing himself deeper into Billy's mouth, which only encouraged Billy to go further. He could feel Tom's muscles tensing, his thighs trembling under his own hands.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jenkins, in his study, watched with bated breath, his hand moving in time with the scene before him, with his briefs wrapped around his ankles, his cock now fully erect, and he began to stroke it with the same gentle rhythm that Billy was using on Tom. The sight of these young men discovering each other’s bodies was more erotic than any porn he had ever watched.
The three of them remained there, locked in their silent dance of exploration, until the tension grew too much. Tom's grip on Billy's hair tightened, his hips bucking upwards, and with a strangled cry, he released his load into Billy's eager mouth. Billy swallowed, the taste of his friend’s cum surprisingly pleasant, a bit salty and bitter, but oddly comforting that finally, he had tasted his mate.
After a short period of time, Billy let Tom go and looked up at Harry, who had moved closer, his hand working furiously at his own cock. His eyes were wide with lust, and it was clear he was close to joining them in their climax. Billy licked his lips and offered Harry a knowing smile. "You want a turn?"
Harry nodded, his voice thick with need. "Yeah," he breathed. "I do."
Billy slipped off the concrete and moved towards Harry, who was now standing with only his legs in the water. The step made of concrete provided an easy entry and exit point to the Race, the water swirling around his knees. "Why don't you sit down?" Billy suggested, his voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through Harry's entire body.
With trembling legs, Harry did as he was told, sitting down on the first step that was still dry, his erection sticking out like a flagpole. Billy hovered over him, his own cock bobbing in the air as if eager to join the party. The water lapped at their bodies, cooling their heated skin as they stared at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Mr. Jenkins watched, his own hand moving in a furious blur over his shaft, as Billy leaned in and took Harry’s cock into his mouth. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching with pleasure as Billy’s lips wrapped around him. The sight was almost too much for the old man to handle. He had never imagined watching such an intimate moment between friends, let alone young men exploring their sexuality so openly.
Billy’s head bobbed up and down, his eyes locked on Harry’s, who was now lying back against the steps, his body trembling with each wet, suckling motion. The water around them seemed to echo their passion, the waves crashing against the rocks in time with their heavy breaths. Harry’s hands found Billy’s shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as he tried to anchor himself to reality.
The scene was a blur of movement and emotion, a symphony of sensations that none of them had ever experienced before. Harry's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Billy's mouth with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to be the only music the universe knew in that moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the three of them and the river that had borne witness to countless moments of life and growth.
Mr. Jenkins felt the climax building within him, his breath hitching as he watched Billy's head bob up and down on Harry's cock. His own hand was a blur, moving faster and faster, his strokes growing more erratic as the sight of the two young men pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
And then it happened. Harry's body tensed, his back arching off the step, a soundless scream escaping his lips as he came. Billy took it all, his throat working as he swallowed every drop, his own cock eager for release with each spurt of Harry's cum he devoured. Harry’s hand fell to his side, his body going limp with the aftermath of his orgasm.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the river's gentle embrace. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Tom splashed water at Billy and Harry, the tension of their shared secret dissipating like mist in the morning sun as they resumed their play in the water, with a renewed bond of friendship and secrecy.
As they frolicked and laughed, Harry and Tom couldn’t help but notice that Billy’s arousal had yet to subside. The question hung in the air unspoken, but it was clear that Billy needed his own release.
"Billy, let me help with that," Harry offered, his voice still shaky but earnest.
Billy looked over, his eyes glazed with need and nodded. He stood up in the water, his erection standing tall and proud, in front of Harry, who had sat back down on the concrete step that moments before had provided him with a new experience. Harry delighted in Billy’s testament to his desire as he approached him, his own hand shaking slightly as he reached out to touch Billy’s cock. The first brush of skin on skin sent a jolt through both of them, a silent acknowledgement of the shift in their friendship.
Tom watched from the water, his own erection slowly reforming, his interest in the scene not waning. He felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, jealousy, and a newfound sense of kinship with his two friends.
With trembling fingers, Harry began to stroke Billy’s cock, his hand moving with the same gentle rhythm that Billy had used on him. Billy's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Harry's grip grew stronger, his strokes more confident. Harry's eyes never left Billy’s face, watching the play of emotions as he brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jenkins watched the scene unfold on the CCTV with a mix of fascination and arousal. He had never felt so alive in years, his hand moving in time with Harry’s strokes on the screen. The boys' innocence was lost, but in its place was something raw and beautiful, a bond that had been forged in the most primal of ways.
The tension grew between Billy and Harry as Harry's hand worked its magic. Billy's legs trembled, his body tight as a bowstring, and Mr. Jenkins knew that it wouldn't be long before he reached his climax. The air was thick with anticipation, the only sounds the steady slap of Harry's hand on Billy's cock and the muffled grunts of pleasure that Billy couldn’t hold back.
Tom watched from the water, his own cock half-hard from the sight of his two friends. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that he had been the catalyst for this moment. He had always been the one to push boundaries, to explore the uncharted waters of life, and here they were, discovering something new together.
As Harry's hand moved faster, Billy's body grew taut. His eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, and his toes curled into the damp earth. Harry watched him with a mix of fascination and determination, his own cock twitching in response to the sounds Billy was making. The power of giving pleasure was intoxicating, and Harry felt himself growing hard again.
Finally, with a strangled cry, Billy came, his seed spurting onto Harry's chest as Harry's hand continued to pump until Billy's body went limp, the last tremors of his orgasm fading away. They shared a moment, their eyes locking as the reality of what they had just done sank in as Harry looked at his mate's cum dribbling down his chest and stomach into the water.
Mr. Jenkins, watching from his study, couldn’t hold back any longer. He stroked himself with renewed vigour, his own orgasm building until he too reached his peak, his cock spasming in his hand as he came in silent ecstasy.
While old man Jenkins was coming down from his climax, the three of them stood there in the water, panting and sticky, the aftermath of their shared intimacy hanging in the air as Harry and Tom couldn’t resist another orgasm, edging themselves until they shot another load as Billy stood recovering from Harry's ministrations.
The river continued to flow, indifferent to the monumental moment that had just occurred on its banks. But for Billy, Tom, and Harry, the world had shifted, the lines of friendship blurred in a way that could never be undone.
With more water splashing, the three naked young men resumed their play as if being naked in each other's company was the most natural thing in the world now. They had found a way to really enjoy skinny dipping in the salmon Race, their trunks and Billy's briefs being discarded as irrelevant.
Mr. Jenkins sat back in his chair, his orgasm receding as he watched the boys resume playing in the water, their bodies glistening with a mix of river water, sweat and cum. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that the show had finished, but as he watched Tom, Harry and Billy, their eyes were shining with mischief and camaraderie; he knew that they had discovered something beautiful in the salmon Race that went beyond the annual spectacle of nature.
He turned off the monitors and leaned back in his chair, the room feeling suddenly too quiet. His hand was sticky with his own release, but his heart felt lighter than it had in years. The world outside his window had changed, grown a little wilder, a little more vibrant, and Mr. Jenkins knew that he would never look at the river the same way again as he returned to the garden, unwilling to restore his personal modesty for the rest of the day knowing full well that three young man where naked in the river, yards from his property and oblivious to the fact that, they had been seen and they were beautiful in his eyes.
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