He got two bottles out, opened them both and handed one to me. We drank, in the already warm kitchen. Both still naked.
-what do you think?
-think?
-mmm, clothes? Can you be bothered? Seems pointless now.
-go on then, little naturism.
-what do you guys say? FKK?
-ja, genau,
So we didn't dress. We leaned against the kitchen counter, in our boots, and nothing else. I stopped pretending this wasn't dangerously erotic to me, seeing Chris naked, so easily, so casually, being naked with him. His strong, manly body, his large prick, his thick, not quite fully exposed tip. Next to me, slimmer, paler, smoother. My smaller, perched penis, my soft tip hidden within a tight thimble of crinkled foreskin.
We walked into the garden and sat in the sun to drink. Chris led us to some seats, old car seats by the looks of it, he lounged down into one, his legs fell apart. Fuck. I sat opposite, forcing myself to be as relaxed as he was. Fuck. I looked between this man's bare legs, his thighs, damp with sweat, flakes of dried mud from the water. I could see all of him. God, His softening scrotum, his large testicles hanging lower, his penis had come to rest on his thigh, half up, half to the side. I could see where it joined the pouch of tender skin below, the soft raphe on the underside of his thick stem merging into the seam running along the middle of his sac. I could see the top of Chris's glans, so smooth, almost shiny, where it seemed to split two small cheeks, his tiny slit visible.
Below, just, I could see the top of his thighs, where the two halves of his ass met, the dark line between his buttocks, leading my gaze inward, further, fuck, as if by straining I might be able to see his asshole, his tight, tender, hairy asshole.
I pushed my legs wider, let them fall open. I could feel my balls were still held more firmly, my dick had warmed, and softened. I looked. Softer, a little bigger. I was used to myself like this. My stem was showing now, the shape of my tip as well, the outline just pressing against the soft shield of my foreskin. I looked up, Chris's eyes were directed down, between my legs. He was staring straight at my dick.
There was another jolt of sensation. I felt a bolt of nervous energy in my stomach, in my thighs. Then into my groin. I felt tingles of arousal in my penis. I fought it. No. No fucking way. I was naked, so what if Chris was looking. I couldn't let my dick get hard in front of him. I had Jools, he had Niccy. He was as straight as men come. Right? I looked at him. We were both staring, almost blatantly now. God he had such a beautiful body, so hot, so powerfully sexy. I'd been pushing thoughts like this away for so long. I pushed yet more explicit thoughts away, kissing, touching, licking, sucking, feeling him stiffen. Fuck.
-fuck, hot isn't it.
-yeah.
-there's a shower
-yeah, maybe
-outdoor one I mean
-oh right
-you fancy it?
-um
-both of us could cool off
-together you mean?
-why not?
-uh-huh, why not. Where is it?
Chris stood up. His dick flopped down. Was it bigger? Fuck. It looked thicker, straighter maybe. Longer. It seemed I could see more of his smooth tip. Did this look slightly darker? Fuck. We walked across the garden, still in our boots, our laces undone, but nothing else, across grass, onto more dirt, an open work space, a garage, a tool shed. Chris led us around the back of a workshop. And a shower. Facing out onto the rolling fields behind the house. He turned a tap. A strong enough jet of water started falling. It really wasn't very big, not even for one, let alone two grown men. We stood closer, and felt the water hit our naked bodies.
-oh, fuck that's nice.
-mmm, nice and cold.
-enough room? You want to take it in turns a little?
-mmm
I didn't move.
-or you okay like this?
-yeah, I'm okay, you?
-mmm
We stood naked under the water, almost, not quite, touching. Chris turned, I did too, we faced each other. God, his eyes, his mouth, he was so close, his lips. I closed my eyes and turned my face up into the water. I could still feel Chris's body, the heat of it, the sense of it, the delicious fact of his nudity. I let my head drop and opened my eyes. Fuck. There he was. I looked again, his body, his hair wet against his skin, flowing over him, down, I saw his dick so close to mine, the near-naked tip of his almost touching the hidden end of mine. A centimeter, two, one movement and we'd be touching, my chest against his, our penises pressing together, stiffening.
-you know you're covered in mud, from the lake, suppose I am too, your back, give it a scrub?
-uh-huh
Was he? Was this?
I turned, and Chris ran his open hands over my shoulders, along my back, sliding his fingers, stroking my skin, pushing, rubbing me. I felt it happen, I couldn't fight or pretend, I couldn't stop it. I stood naked, my back to Chris, as he washed my back. My cock stiffened. The swiftness of my arousal was itself thrilling, the sudden swell of arousal was more intense than anything I'd ever felt before, it made my head swirl, my legs almost buckled. I looked down. My penis was upright. Fuck. It hadn't just straightened, or got slightly bigger. I was achingly, fully erect. Thick, long, so stiff it was almost painful, my foreskin stretched slightly, the opening of it stretched wide around my tip, the thick lips of my slit showing. I couldn't do anything.
-good?
-mmm.
Chris stroked my back, more than washing, like a massage, pushing his fingers into my shoulders, along my neck, down, oh god, he rubbed along my sides, down.
-don't want to go too far? This okay?
-uh-huh
My voice was hoarse, a husky whisper, heavy with pure lust, god, lust for this man, fierce desire for his touch, his body.
Chris stroked my bare ass, around the sides, was he washing? Pretending to? He wasn't quite stroking, it wasn't quite overtly sexual.
-think you're done.
-uh-huh. Turn, I can do you.
-sounds good.
I gave him a second, then turned around. Chris was facing away, the water splashing down between us. I stepped as close as I could without letting my penis press against him. Then I touched Chris's back. I followed his lead. I kneaded his shoulders, I stroked, rubbed his skin clean. I moved around the sides of his arms. Fuck he felt so firm, so wonderfully ripped, I pressed along the length of his spine, then around his waist. I wanted to slide my stiff penis along the cleft of this man's ass. I didn't dare.
-okay to do the rest?
-sure.
I touched Chris's bare bum. I stroked along the side of his hips, wanting to reach, wanting, desperately, to find his dick, but holding back, I ran my fingers over the gloriously firm cheeks of Chris's ass, I couldn't stop myself, I opened my hands over his bum, fuck, it was so smooth, so firm and round.
-guess I"m done.
I didn't know what to do. Turn away. Tell him, before he turned. Do nothing? Just let him see.
-Alex...?
-yeah
-I've got a slight... problem...
-yeah?
-yeah. Got a bit of a hard-on.
-yeah?
I felt it, the moment changing.
-It's fine.
-you sure?
-I mean... I do too.
Chris turned. We faced each other. I looked down. I saw his eyes drop as well. Oh. Fuck.
-fuck.
-fuck
Both of us were completely erect. I looked at Chris's stiff penis. It looked shockingly large. His tip now completely exposed, his skin pulled back when he stiffened, fuck, it looked so big, bigger than mine, obviously, noticeably, thicker, fuck, thicker and longer. I couldn't stop staring. I looked at his taut bulb, the thick lips of his slit, I could see his balls, so high, a perfect round pouch at the base of his rigid cock.
-Sorry.
-no need.
He looked down as well. I felt his eyes on me, studying my stiff dick. Comparing.
-you don't feel awkward?
-no.
We took a step back. I couldn't pull my eyes away from Chris's glistening wet body, his skin shining, his thick hair flat against it, and his towering prick sticking up in front of him.
-you don't mind...
Our eyes met.
-... me looking?
-no.
I forced myself, despite our blatant arousal, to maintain the most conversational tone I could manage.
-you like looking?
-well Chris, you have such a nice dick.
-yeah?
-you don't mind me saying?
His voice was lower as well now, almost a whisper, trembling with nerves I thought.
-no.
-you're so big.
-yeah.
-so thick.
-mmm
-not just how big it is, so stiff, so smooth, sorry, can't stop looking.
-it's fine, I like it.
-you like it?
-I like looking too.
-really?
The water was losing some pressure, it slowed, a soft, misty rain falling between us.
-you don't mind?
-no, what do you... like?
-your body, so tight, so smooth, your dick...
-what?
-I love... I like... looking at guys, changing rooms.
-uh-huh
-friends, I like... I like guys with small dicks
-ha
-when they're soft, not circumcised, and now, you're not small are you?
-smaller than you.
I moved on instinct. I lifted my hand, and touched my dick, held it softly, and stroked once, slowly, along the length of my stem, I felt my foreskin stretch and slide back away from my tip.
-oh fuck, that's so hot
-have you... are you into men, too?
Chris said nothing. Then,
-are you?
I hesitated. Then.
-yes.
-yeah?
-not for a long time.
- I like looking.
-anything else?
-fantasy.
-mmm. Like...?
-I've never done anything.
-no
-I think about it.
-what?
-when I jack off
-mmm
-other men, men I've seen, their bodies, their dicks, jerking off with them.
-uh-huh
I stood still, my dick straining up, I looked. Slippery wet, not from the shower, my glans was coated in a froth of moisture. I looked at Chris. He lifted his hand and gripped his cock, wet, in the way mine was, wet from the shower, he stroked it, he curled his fingers, and slid them along his thick shaft, up to his smooth, moist bulb.
-oh... oh fuck...
-Chris, you look so good.
-oh fuck, oh god...
-so fucking hot Chris.
-mmm
I stood, not touching myself, naked, my penis stiff, and watched Chris masturbate, as naked as I was, glistening wet, stroking his hand along the thick length of his twenty centimeter cock. He sped up, I saw his balls thump up and down at the root of his dick, he stroked up around his thick oval tip, all the way up and down his stem, quicker.
-you like it?
-fuck... yes... go quicker... fuck, I want to see you come
I moved my hand and gripped my own penis, I slid my hand up and down, I masturbated with Chris, both of us together, facing each other, I'd forgotten how much I loved this, sex with another guy, hot, demented lust, man on man, his hard body so close to mine, his hairy chest, his powerful arms and shoulders, his beautiful hard, big prick, his hand. We stroked ourselves, I felt so stiff, so complete and so erect, I could feel each tiny ridge along the sides of my dick, up to the sweet softness of my tip, I stroked my foreskin, and watched Chris slip his fingers over his bare glans, finding wetness, pulling, fuck, he was so big, so much bigger, this always turned me on, two or three centimeters longer, thicker, I wasn't small, I didn't care, smaller, compared to Chris's thrillingly large dick.
-oh yeah... oh fuck...
-mmm... I'm fucking close...
-mmm... mmm... I want to see you come Alex... oh... oh god I want to come when you come
-I want to come on your cock...
-oh yeah... oh god... yes...
I moved closer, hardly having to move my hand, my foreskin back, stroking my tip, I could feel my orgasm rising. I touched the tip of my dick against Chris's, I pushed, our dicks touched, I stroked my cock against his. It sent me over the edge. Both of us.
-oh Chris... oh fuck... fuck...
I held as long as I could, letting the sensation build up, until my legs almost gave way. I pushed, I slid the underside of my glans against the top of Chris's, and jolted forward, twitched. I let it happen, a spasm of ecstasy. I saw a first, soft puff of white fluid escape the slit of my penis, it slid onto Chris's glans, then another, a long, thick spurt of white cum looped out of mine and onto Chris's dick.
-fuck... oh so fucking... good
-Alex... oh... oh I'm gonna... oh fuck... oh fuck yeah...
I was still pulsing with my own climax when I saw Chris grip his stiff cock, push it against mine, his tip touching mine, he tightened, I watched a thick pearl of cream spool out of his thick slit, he moaned, and pushed up, I saw another spurt of white liquid slurp out of his penis, another.
-oh Chris... oh god yeah...
There was so much cum, four thick ribbons of hot spunk jetted from Chris's dick and onto me, onto my stem, my hand, without thinking I licked my skin and tasted the salty sweet taste of a man's warm semen.
We let go of ourselves. Our penises started to soften, and drop. What next? Shame? Awkwardness? Embarrassment? I'd had moments where this had been the reaction of some straight guys. Chris turned the shower off. There was a towel on a hook to the side of him, he dried himself. I didn't move. He rubbed his chest, his arms, I saw his thick hair fluff up, his dick softened, dropped down. He handed me the towel and I dried myself.
He watched. We stood, still naked.
-smoke?
-what do you think?
-think?
-mmm, clothes? Can you be bothered? Seems pointless now.
-go on then, little naturism.
-what do you guys say? FKK?
-ja, genau,
So we didn't dress. We leaned against the kitchen counter, in our boots, and nothing else. I stopped pretending this wasn't dangerously erotic to me, seeing Chris naked, so easily, so casually, being naked with him. His strong, manly body, his large prick, his thick, not quite fully exposed tip. Next to me, slimmer, paler, smoother. My smaller, perched penis, my soft tip hidden within a tight thimble of crinkled foreskin.
We walked into the garden and sat in the sun to drink. Chris led us to some seats, old car seats by the looks of it, he lounged down into one, his legs fell apart. Fuck. I sat opposite, forcing myself to be as relaxed as he was. Fuck. I looked between this man's bare legs, his thighs, damp with sweat, flakes of dried mud from the water. I could see all of him. God, His softening scrotum, his large testicles hanging lower, his penis had come to rest on his thigh, half up, half to the side. I could see where it joined the pouch of tender skin below, the soft raphe on the underside of his thick stem merging into the seam running along the middle of his sac. I could see the top of Chris's glans, so smooth, almost shiny, where it seemed to split two small cheeks, his tiny slit visible.
Below, just, I could see the top of his thighs, where the two halves of his ass met, the dark line between his buttocks, leading my gaze inward, further, fuck, as if by straining I might be able to see his asshole, his tight, tender, hairy asshole.
I pushed my legs wider, let them fall open. I could feel my balls were still held more firmly, my dick had warmed, and softened. I looked. Softer, a little bigger. I was used to myself like this. My stem was showing now, the shape of my tip as well, the outline just pressing against the soft shield of my foreskin. I looked up, Chris's eyes were directed down, between my legs. He was staring straight at my dick.
There was another jolt of sensation. I felt a bolt of nervous energy in my stomach, in my thighs. Then into my groin. I felt tingles of arousal in my penis. I fought it. No. No fucking way. I was naked, so what if Chris was looking. I couldn't let my dick get hard in front of him. I had Jools, he had Niccy. He was as straight as men come. Right? I looked at him. We were both staring, almost blatantly now. God he had such a beautiful body, so hot, so powerfully sexy. I'd been pushing thoughts like this away for so long. I pushed yet more explicit thoughts away, kissing, touching, licking, sucking, feeling him stiffen. Fuck.
-fuck, hot isn't it.
-yeah.
-there's a shower
-yeah, maybe
-outdoor one I mean
-oh right
-you fancy it?
-um
-both of us could cool off
-together you mean?
-why not?
-uh-huh, why not. Where is it?
Chris stood up. His dick flopped down. Was it bigger? Fuck. It looked thicker, straighter maybe. Longer. It seemed I could see more of his smooth tip. Did this look slightly darker? Fuck. We walked across the garden, still in our boots, our laces undone, but nothing else, across grass, onto more dirt, an open work space, a garage, a tool shed. Chris led us around the back of a workshop. And a shower. Facing out onto the rolling fields behind the house. He turned a tap. A strong enough jet of water started falling. It really wasn't very big, not even for one, let alone two grown men. We stood closer, and felt the water hit our naked bodies.
-oh, fuck that's nice.
-mmm, nice and cold.
-enough room? You want to take it in turns a little?
-mmm
I didn't move.
-or you okay like this?
-yeah, I'm okay, you?
-mmm
We stood naked under the water, almost, not quite, touching. Chris turned, I did too, we faced each other. God, his eyes, his mouth, he was so close, his lips. I closed my eyes and turned my face up into the water. I could still feel Chris's body, the heat of it, the sense of it, the delicious fact of his nudity. I let my head drop and opened my eyes. Fuck. There he was. I looked again, his body, his hair wet against his skin, flowing over him, down, I saw his dick so close to mine, the near-naked tip of his almost touching the hidden end of mine. A centimeter, two, one movement and we'd be touching, my chest against his, our penises pressing together, stiffening.
-you know you're covered in mud, from the lake, suppose I am too, your back, give it a scrub?
-uh-huh
Was he? Was this?
I turned, and Chris ran his open hands over my shoulders, along my back, sliding his fingers, stroking my skin, pushing, rubbing me. I felt it happen, I couldn't fight or pretend, I couldn't stop it. I stood naked, my back to Chris, as he washed my back. My cock stiffened. The swiftness of my arousal was itself thrilling, the sudden swell of arousal was more intense than anything I'd ever felt before, it made my head swirl, my legs almost buckled. I looked down. My penis was upright. Fuck. It hadn't just straightened, or got slightly bigger. I was achingly, fully erect. Thick, long, so stiff it was almost painful, my foreskin stretched slightly, the opening of it stretched wide around my tip, the thick lips of my slit showing. I couldn't do anything.
-good?
-mmm.
Chris stroked my back, more than washing, like a massage, pushing his fingers into my shoulders, along my neck, down, oh god, he rubbed along my sides, down.
-don't want to go too far? This okay?
-uh-huh
My voice was hoarse, a husky whisper, heavy with pure lust, god, lust for this man, fierce desire for his touch, his body.
Chris stroked my bare ass, around the sides, was he washing? Pretending to? He wasn't quite stroking, it wasn't quite overtly sexual.
-think you're done.
-uh-huh. Turn, I can do you.
-sounds good.
I gave him a second, then turned around. Chris was facing away, the water splashing down between us. I stepped as close as I could without letting my penis press against him. Then I touched Chris's back. I followed his lead. I kneaded his shoulders, I stroked, rubbed his skin clean. I moved around the sides of his arms. Fuck he felt so firm, so wonderfully ripped, I pressed along the length of his spine, then around his waist. I wanted to slide my stiff penis along the cleft of this man's ass. I didn't dare.
-okay to do the rest?
-sure.
I touched Chris's bare bum. I stroked along the side of his hips, wanting to reach, wanting, desperately, to find his dick, but holding back, I ran my fingers over the gloriously firm cheeks of Chris's ass, I couldn't stop myself, I opened my hands over his bum, fuck, it was so smooth, so firm and round.
-guess I"m done.
I didn't know what to do. Turn away. Tell him, before he turned. Do nothing? Just let him see.
-Alex...?
-yeah
-I've got a slight... problem...
-yeah?
-yeah. Got a bit of a hard-on.
-yeah?
I felt it, the moment changing.
-It's fine.
-you sure?
-I mean... I do too.
Chris turned. We faced each other. I looked down. I saw his eyes drop as well. Oh. Fuck.
-fuck.
-fuck
Both of us were completely erect. I looked at Chris's stiff penis. It looked shockingly large. His tip now completely exposed, his skin pulled back when he stiffened, fuck, it looked so big, bigger than mine, obviously, noticeably, thicker, fuck, thicker and longer. I couldn't stop staring. I looked at his taut bulb, the thick lips of his slit, I could see his balls, so high, a perfect round pouch at the base of his rigid cock.
-Sorry.
-no need.
He looked down as well. I felt his eyes on me, studying my stiff dick. Comparing.
-you don't feel awkward?
-no.
We took a step back. I couldn't pull my eyes away from Chris's glistening wet body, his skin shining, his thick hair flat against it, and his towering prick sticking up in front of him.
-you don't mind...
Our eyes met.
-... me looking?
-no.
I forced myself, despite our blatant arousal, to maintain the most conversational tone I could manage.
-you like looking?
-well Chris, you have such a nice dick.
-yeah?
-you don't mind me saying?
His voice was lower as well now, almost a whisper, trembling with nerves I thought.
-no.
-you're so big.
-yeah.
-so thick.
-mmm
-not just how big it is, so stiff, so smooth, sorry, can't stop looking.
-it's fine, I like it.
-you like it?
-I like looking too.
-really?
The water was losing some pressure, it slowed, a soft, misty rain falling between us.
-you don't mind?
-no, what do you... like?
-your body, so tight, so smooth, your dick...
-what?
-I love... I like... looking at guys, changing rooms.
-uh-huh
-friends, I like... I like guys with small dicks
-ha
-when they're soft, not circumcised, and now, you're not small are you?
-smaller than you.
I moved on instinct. I lifted my hand, and touched my dick, held it softly, and stroked once, slowly, along the length of my stem, I felt my foreskin stretch and slide back away from my tip.
-oh fuck, that's so hot
-have you... are you into men, too?
Chris said nothing. Then,
-are you?
I hesitated. Then.
-yes.
-yeah?
-not for a long time.
- I like looking.
-anything else?
-fantasy.
-mmm. Like...?
-I've never done anything.
-no
-I think about it.
-what?
-when I jack off
-mmm
-other men, men I've seen, their bodies, their dicks, jerking off with them.
-uh-huh
I stood still, my dick straining up, I looked. Slippery wet, not from the shower, my glans was coated in a froth of moisture. I looked at Chris. He lifted his hand and gripped his cock, wet, in the way mine was, wet from the shower, he stroked it, he curled his fingers, and slid them along his thick shaft, up to his smooth, moist bulb.
-oh... oh fuck...
-Chris, you look so good.
-oh fuck, oh god...
-so fucking hot Chris.
-mmm
I stood, not touching myself, naked, my penis stiff, and watched Chris masturbate, as naked as I was, glistening wet, stroking his hand along the thick length of his twenty centimeter cock. He sped up, I saw his balls thump up and down at the root of his dick, he stroked up around his thick oval tip, all the way up and down his stem, quicker.
-you like it?
-fuck... yes... go quicker... fuck, I want to see you come
I moved my hand and gripped my own penis, I slid my hand up and down, I masturbated with Chris, both of us together, facing each other, I'd forgotten how much I loved this, sex with another guy, hot, demented lust, man on man, his hard body so close to mine, his hairy chest, his powerful arms and shoulders, his beautiful hard, big prick, his hand. We stroked ourselves, I felt so stiff, so complete and so erect, I could feel each tiny ridge along the sides of my dick, up to the sweet softness of my tip, I stroked my foreskin, and watched Chris slip his fingers over his bare glans, finding wetness, pulling, fuck, he was so big, so much bigger, this always turned me on, two or three centimeters longer, thicker, I wasn't small, I didn't care, smaller, compared to Chris's thrillingly large dick.
-oh yeah... oh fuck...
-mmm... I'm fucking close...
-mmm... mmm... I want to see you come Alex... oh... oh god I want to come when you come
-I want to come on your cock...
-oh yeah... oh god... yes...
I moved closer, hardly having to move my hand, my foreskin back, stroking my tip, I could feel my orgasm rising. I touched the tip of my dick against Chris's, I pushed, our dicks touched, I stroked my cock against his. It sent me over the edge. Both of us.
-oh Chris... oh fuck... fuck...
I held as long as I could, letting the sensation build up, until my legs almost gave way. I pushed, I slid the underside of my glans against the top of Chris's, and jolted forward, twitched. I let it happen, a spasm of ecstasy. I saw a first, soft puff of white fluid escape the slit of my penis, it slid onto Chris's glans, then another, a long, thick spurt of white cum looped out of mine and onto Chris's dick.
-fuck... oh so fucking... good
-Alex... oh... oh I'm gonna... oh fuck... oh fuck yeah...
I was still pulsing with my own climax when I saw Chris grip his stiff cock, push it against mine, his tip touching mine, he tightened, I watched a thick pearl of cream spool out of his thick slit, he moaned, and pushed up, I saw another spurt of white liquid slurp out of his penis, another.
-oh Chris... oh god yeah...
There was so much cum, four thick ribbons of hot spunk jetted from Chris's dick and onto me, onto my stem, my hand, without thinking I licked my skin and tasted the salty sweet taste of a man's warm semen.
We let go of ourselves. Our penises started to soften, and drop. What next? Shame? Awkwardness? Embarrassment? I'd had moments where this had been the reaction of some straight guys. Chris turned the shower off. There was a towel on a hook to the side of him, he dried himself. I didn't move. He rubbed his chest, his arms, I saw his thick hair fluff up, his dick softened, dropped down. He handed me the towel and I dried myself.
He watched. We stood, still naked.
-smoke?
