The heat of the day grew more intense, as did the heat within me. My skin felt like it was on fire, each nerve ending a live wire, ready to be set alight by the slightest touch. The sun kissed my body, its warmth spreading from my face down to my chest, my stomach, and lower still. The bench was rough and warm against my bare buttocks, grounding me to the earth as my thoughts grew more and more erotic.
With a sudden, unbridled decision, I stood and made my way towards the chalk stream. The water looked so inviting, a cool ribbon of relief in the lush jungle of my thoughts. As I approached, I stepped into the stream, the coolness of the water a shock to my system, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. The water was shallow, the smooth stones beneath my feet a gentle massage as I waded in further, the cool liquid rising to my ankles, then my knees. The current was gentle, a soft caress that seemed to whisper sweet nothings of relief as it flowed around my legs.
My erection, a stubborn beacon of my desire, remained unmoved by the cold. If anything, the sensation of the water was like a teasing lover, only heightening my arousal. I sat down carefully, letting the water rush around my hips and thighs, hoping the chilly embrace would be enough to quell the fire burning within me. The stream was clear, and I could see the fish darting around the stones, their scales flashing in the sunlight. But even their innocent play couldn't distract me from the pulsing need that thrummed through my veins.
The garden watched me, its wild beauty a silent witness to my turmoil. The flowers seemed to lean in closer, their petals brushing against my skin as if in a tender caress. The scent of jasmine grew stronger, wrapping around me like a lover's arms, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that I wasn't truly alone. That perhaps, in this place of untamed beauty, I could find the acceptance and passion I craved as I lay back into the water, closing my eyes to enjoy its cooling embrace.
I don't know how long I remained there, letting the chilly water do its dance around my body. But when I finally opened my eyes again, the early afternoon heat had taken the edge off, and my erection had subsided. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the secret garden, and the shadows had shifted, stretching out like lazy cats basking in the light. A sense of peace settled over me, like a soft blanket, wrapping me in its gentle warmth.
"I was wondering when you might come around," a voice declared.
In shock, I jolted upright, my heart racing as the coolness of the water was replaced by the heat of embarrassment. Behind me, lounging on the bank, was a man. He was utterly naked, and his body was a sculpted masterpiece, a blend of strength and grace that would have made Michelangelo weep. His skin was a deep tan, kissed by the sun, and his eyes, a piercing blue, twinkled with mischief.
"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted out, my voice sounding too loud in the serene setting. "And how long have you been sitting there watching me?"
The man chuckled, his laugh echoing through the garden like the ring of a bell. He rose gracefully from the bank, his erection bobbing as he approached. "I am Cernunnos," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "And I've been watching you, Steven, since you first set foot in my garden."
I blinked in surprise, my hand instinctively reaching for the sarong until I realised it was next to me, having left it on the grass by the bench. "Your garden, and how do you know my name?"
"Indeed," Cernunnos said, his smile never wavering. He didn't seem bothered by my nakedness or the accusation of voyeurism. "It's a special place, isn't it? Only those with a true appreciation for beauty can find it. And, the garden told me your name."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but something in his tone kept me from scurrying away like a scolded child. There was a warmth and openness in his demeanour that was impossible to resist. "How did you... know?"
Cernunnos waded closer, his movements as fluid as the water that surrounded us. "The garden is an extension of my soul, and it recognises those who are lost and searching. It called to you, and in your need, you called to it. I've seen the longing in your eyes, the way you crave to break free from your cage of societal norms. You seek the wildness that lies within us all."
My eyes remained locked on his, unable to tear away from the intensity of his gaze. The heat from his body seemed to radiate, warming the air around us despite the coolness of the stream. And as he stood before me, his erection proud and unashamed, I felt a strange, inexplicable pull toward him. It wasn't just his beauty, though that was certainly a part of it. It was something deeper, a primal connection that resonated through every fibre of my being as my penis became aroused and out of control with desire.
"What are you?" I managed to ask, my voice quivering slightly.
Cernunnos' smile grew wider. "I am the guardian of the secret garden. I am here to offer guidance to those who seek it, to help them embrace the true nature of their desires. Some, though, would call me different names, the God of nature, as well as life, death, and rebirth." His hand reached out, and for a moment, I was torn between the urge to flee and the need to touch him.
"Yeah, right," I responded. "You expect me to think you a God?"
"No," Cernunnos said, his voice calm and soothing. "But I am something more than a man."
He stepped closer, and the water rippled around his muscular thighs. His erection remained firm, a silent invitation that my body couldn't help but respond to. I felt my cock swell with interest, the coolness of the stream forgotten in the heat of the moment. The man's confidence was infectious, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame as I took his outstretched hand, welcoming his help to stand.
The moment our skin met, a jolt of energy coursed through me. It was electric, a sudden awakening of a part of me that had been lying dormant. His touch was like a spark that set alight the kindling of my desires, and before I knew it, I was standing in the water, naked and unashamed, my hand in his.
Cernunnos' eyes searched my face, looking for something. Consent, perhaps? I'm not entirely sure what I felt in that moment, but I knew that I didn't want him to let go. His hand was warm, grounding, and I nodded slightly, giving him the permission he seemed to be seeking.
He pulled me closer, and for a second, I felt the coolness of the water between us, a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. His other hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from my eyes, and for the first time, I noticed the intricate tattoos that adorned his body. They swirled over his chest and arms, a tapestry of vines and leaves that seemed to pulse with the same life force that filled the garden.
"You seek the wildness," he murmured, his breath warm against my cheek. "But you fear it. You fear what society will say, what your friends and family will think. But here, in this secret garden, you are free to embrace it."
With a gentle touch, he traced the line of my jaw, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. It was a tender gesture that sent a shock of pleasure through me, and I couldn't help but lean into his touch. His eyes searched mine, looking for resistance, for doubt, but all I found within myself was a desperate yearning.
"Show me," I whispered, the words slipping from my mouth before I could second-guess them.
Cernunnos' smile grew, and he stepped even closer, the head of his cock brushing against my stomach. He reached down and took my erection in his hand, his grip firm and sure. My breath hitched in my chest, my entire body alive with sensation.
"Close your eyes," he instructed, and I obeyed without question. The world around me grew quiet, the bird song fading into the background as the sound of the water filled my ears. His hand began to move, stroking me slowly at first, building a rhythm that matched the beat of my heart.
With my eyes shut, I could focus on the feeling of his hand on me, the way his thumb circled the sensitive spot just beneath the head of my cock, the way his other hand traced patterns along my inner thigh. It was like he was speaking to me in a language I had never heard before, a language of touch that went beyond words.
As he worked me, his grip grew tighter, his movements more insistent. My breath grew ragged, my chest heaving with every stroke. The sensations grew more intense, until I thought I might explode with need. And then, just as I reached the edge, he stopped.
"Look at me," he said, his voice a soft command that I couldn't ignore. I opened my eyes, and he was there, his face close to mine, his breath warm on my skin. "You are not alone in your desires, not here, not now."
And with that, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and firm, and they moved against mine with a passion that I had never felt before. It was a kiss that spoke of freedom and acceptance, of the wildness that he promised to unleash within me.
Our bodies melded together in the stream, the water swirling around us as we kissed deeply. His hand never left my cock, stroking me with a gentle but firm rhythm that had me moaning into his mouth. My own hands found his body, exploring the contours of his muscles, the softness of his skin.
The world outside of the garden ceased to exist, and all that remained was the sound of the water and the feel of Cernunnos' body pressed against mine. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, a moment where the only thing that mattered was the connection we shared.
As our kiss grew more urgent, Cernunnos' hand quickened its pace. I could feel the tension building within me, my muscles tightening with every stroke. And when he finally brought me to climax, the world around us seemed to shudder with the force of it.
My orgasm washed over me like a wave, leaving me gasping for air. Cernunnos' hand never wavered, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body until I was left trembling, my legs threatening to give out beneath me.
He held me up, his arms strong and sure, his eyes never leaving mine. "Welcome to the wild," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Welcome to your true self."
The moment was so intense, so raw, that I couldn't find the words to respond. All I could do was lean into him, my body spent and my soul naked before this stranger who had just unlocked something deep within me. The water of the chalk stream swirled around us, carrying away the evidence of my release as if it were a burden I no longer needed to bear.
Cernunnos' hands slid from my cock to my hips, and he stepped back, his eyes still holding me in that intense gaze. The connection between us didn't waver, even as the space grew between our bodies. "Now, tell me, what do you truly crave?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with promise and challenge. I knew what he meant. It wasn't just about sex or desire; it was about the yearning in my soul, the need to break free from the confines of a life that no longer fit. It was about the person I wanted to be, the experiences I longed to have.
I took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the water against my chest as it rippled away from my body. "I crave adventure," I said finally. "I crave love that burns with a wildfire, not the gentle flame Rachel offered. I crave to explore all the facets of who I am, without fear or judgment."
Cernunnos nodded, his smile a knowing one. "Then let the garden be your guide," he said. "Here, you can explore, learn, and grow. The secrets it holds are vast and ancient, and if you're brave enough, it will show you the way to the life you wish to lead."
The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. I had always been the cautious one, the one who played it safe, but here, in this secret garden with a man who claimed to be more than human, I felt the first stirrings of a new kind of courage. A courage to embrace the wildness within me, to let it guide me to the life I truly desired.
He led me from the stream, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The grass was soft underfoot, a stark contrast to the firmness of the bench. As we walked, the garden seemed to come alive around us, the flowers nodding in what I could have sworn was agreement. It was as if the very earth itself was acknowledging my decision, welcoming me to this new chapter in my life.
We reached a small, secluded glade, the sun casting dappled light through the canopy above. "Here," Cernunnos said, gesturing for me to lie down. "Rest and let the earth embrace you."
I lay down, feeling the coolness of the grass against my back as the warmth of the sun kissed my skin. He sat beside me, his hand resting on my chest, his thumb idly tracing the line of my pectoral muscles. His touch was comforting, grounding, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I allowed myself to relax.
"Close your eyes," he murmured. "Let the garden speak to you."
I did as he said, my eyes drifting shut once more. The sounds of the garden grew louder, more vivid, and I could almost feel the energy of the earth beneath me, pulsating with life. The whispers grew clearer, and I realised they weren't just the rustle of leaves or the hum of bees; they were the voices of those who had come before me, seeking the same wild freedom that I now craved.
As I lay there, I felt a gentle pressure against my mind, a whisper that grew stronger and clearer. It was Cernunnos, guiding me through a landscape of sensation and desire. The garden became a canvas for our exploration, and together, we painted a picture of what my future could hold.
The vision was hazy at first, but it grew clearer with every beat of my heart. I saw myself travelling, experiencing the world with a passionate lover by my side, our bodies tangled in a dance of pleasure that knew no bounds. I saw myself standing tall and proud, my true desires laid bare for all to see, no longer hidden behind the mask of societal expectation.
The vision was so vivid that I could almost taste the salt on my lover's skin, feel the heat of passion in my veins. It was a future that seemed so real, so attainable, that it brought tears to my eyes.
When I opened them again, Cernunnos was looking at me, his expression one of understanding and satisfaction. "You're ready," he said, his voice a gentle caress.
I could only whisper when I said, "I'm ready for you to show me," looking at Cernunnos as his fingers traced contour lines over my body.
He leaned over me, his body casting a warm shadow as he began to kiss my chest, his lips and tongue exploring my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch. His hand found its way to my cock, which was already standing at attention, and he began to stroke it with a rhythm that was both soothing and stimulating. His other hand caressed my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to the ache between my legs.
As the tension grew, I felt the earth beneath us pulse in time with my heartbeat. The sun's warmth was a gentle caress across my skin, the coolness of the air a stark contrast to the heat building between us. The scent of the garden grew stronger, a heady perfume that filled me with a sense of urgency and need.
Cernunnos's kisses grew more fervent as he worked his way down my body, his teeth nipping at my skin, leaving a trail of sensation in his wake. His mouth found my cock, and he took me in deep, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. I gasped, my body arching off the ground, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looked up, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before taking me in again, his movements a masterful dance of pleasure. My hips bucked, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. The feel of his mouth on me was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a symphony of sensations that had me on the edge of ecstasy.
And then, as if sensing my desperation, Cernunnos stopped. He straddled my hips, his erection brushing against my stomach as he leaned down to kiss me once more. His hand guided my cock to his entrance, and with a single, powerful thrust, he claimed me, sheathing me within him.
The feeling was indescribable, a joining of two bodies that seemed to transcend the physical. It was as if our very souls were merging, becoming one with the garden and the world around us. I could feel the power of nature surging through him, filling me with a vitality I had never known.
Our lovemaking was a celebration of life, a declaration of freedom from the shackles that had held me for so long. His body was a wonderland, each touch and caress a revelation, each gasp and moan a promise of more to come. We moved together in perfect harmony, the earth beneath us seeming to pulse with our passion.
The sounds of the garden grew louder, the birds and bees joining in our chorus of pleasure. The flowers around us swayed in a gentle breeze that seemed to beckon us onward, urging us to reach greater heights of ecstasy.
As I climaxed, the world around us exploded into a riot of colour, the very air seeming to crackle with energy. I felt a rush of something wild and untamed as I shot my semen into him with such power and flow that it declared, something had been buried deep within me for too long. I kept shooting my seed as he continued to ride me and then he sat upright, pinned to me by my still pulsating cock as he climaxed, shooting his love juice over my face and hair. His next shot saw his juice land on my chin and mouth, with the residue dribbling onto my neck. His next load landed on my chest and stomach as he then dropped onto me, scooping his seed into his mouth only to kiss me again, sharing his essence for me to taste.
When it was over, we lay there, panting and spent, our bodies entwined in the soft grass. The garden had claimed us, had made us a part of its wild, untamed beauty. I knew that I would never be the same again. The secret garden had shown me the way to a new life, a life where I could truly be myself, without fear or shame.
And as Cernunnos held me, his heartbeat a steady drum in my ear, I realised that I had found not just a lover, but a mentor, a guide through the uncharted territories of my desires. Our connection was more than physical; it was spiritual, a bond forged in the heart of the earth itself.
The sun grew lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing, and we lay there, our bodies cooling in the gentle embrace of the evening. But even as the light began to fade, the warmth of our connection remained, a beacon guiding me toward the wild, untamed future that awaited me that evening.
Cernunnos's hands were a gentle, soothing presence, his fingers idly playing with the soft curls of my pubic hair. His touch was light and comforting, a stark contrast to the fiery passion we had just shared. It was a reminder that love, and desire could come in many forms, not just the tumultuous storms that had characterised my past.
"Steven, the stars," he murmured against my neck, his breath tickling my skin. "You've seen them, yes, but have you ever truly seen them?"
I turned to look at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"You will find out," Cernunnos said, gesturing to the sky as the last of the sun's light disappeared. "But before you see them, let's make love again, and I hope you have no plans because I am going to make love to you all night until you fall asleep dreaming of me."
The stars began to appear, one by one, like a million tiny fires sparkling in the vast expanse above us. Cernunnos pulled me into a sitting position, and with a gentle but firm hand, he turned me around so that I was straddling his thighs, my back against his chest. He was still hard, his cock pressing into my lower back, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come.
He reached around and took my cock in his hand, stroking me slowly as his other hand explored my chest. His touch was feather-light, each stroke a promise of the passion that awaited me. His breath was warm on my neck, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down my spine.
As we watched the night sky come alive, our bodies began to move in a rhythm that seemed as old as time itself. I rocked my hips, pushing back against him as he stroked me, his erection sliding along my stomach. The anticipation grew, the tension in my body tightening with every passing moment until I couldn't take it anymore.
I reached behind me, my hand finding the slickness of his cock, and with a gasp, I guided him to my entrance. He pushed in slowly, filling me with a sense of fullness that was almost overwhelming. I moaned as he began to move, his thrusts deep and steady, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body.
The stars above us seemed to dance in time with our lovemaking, the constellations telling a story that was as old as the earth itself. And as Cernunnos held me tight, his body moving in perfect harmony with mine, I knew that I had found a piece of myself that I had been missing for so long.
Our movements grew more urgent, our breaths mingling as we climbed toward the peak of our desire. The garden around us seemed to come alive, the trees swaying in a silent applause to our union. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and earth, a heady perfume that filled my nostrils and made me want to devour him whole.
As we reached the climax, I felt a warmth spread through me, not just from the pleasure of his cock in my ass, but from a deeper place, a place that I had never allowed myself to explore. It was a warmth that filled me with love and acceptance, a warmth that I knew was Cernunnos' gift to me.
And as we collapsed into the soft grass, our bodies sticky with sweat and come, I looked up at the stars and felt a sense of peace that I hadn't known in years. The secret garden had not only shown me the way to accept my desires, but it had also given me a taste of the wild, passionate love that I had always craved.
Cernunnos wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we both panted, our hearts racing. "Now," he murmured, "now you truly see the stars."
The night sky was no longer just a backdrop; it was a living, breathing entity that had borne witness to our love. And as I lay there, surrounded by the beauty of the garden and the warmth of Cernunnos, I felt a part of something so much bigger than myself. The stars were no longer just points of light in the dark; they were a map to a future filled with passion and adventure.
"Thank you," I whispered, turning to kiss him. "Thank you for showing me the way."
He smiled, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You had the power within you all along," he said. "The garden merely showed you how to unlock it."
We lay there for what felt like an eternity, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. The garden had given me a glimpse of what my life could be, and I knew that I would never be able to go back to the mundane existence I had left behind. The wildness had claimed me, and I was forever changed.
As the night grew cooler, Cernunnos pulled a blanket from nowhere, wrapping it around us. We made love again, this time slower, more tenderly, as if we were savouring each moment, each touch. And when I finally drifted off to sleep, it was with the sound of the garden's whispers in my ears and the warmth of Cernunnos' love
