Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 00:54:58 +0200
From: Fun Mammal <funmammal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Colleagues weekend off part 1

Again, all usual disclaimers apply.

This story contains very explicit sexual actions between adult male and
female participants, both homo as bisexual.

If you are offended by this, or it's illegal for you to read this kind of
stories, please leave now.

All resemblance with existing people, dead or alive, is purely coincidence.
This story is purely fictional and never took place other than in the
writer's mind.

Otherwise: enjoy reading!


Colleagues weekend off... part 1


"Christine is right" I thought, "I really need to stop smoking."  Although
I can easily state that, for just having turned 30, I'm still in pretty
good shape, I had a hard time keeping up with my two colleagues. Being
seven and six years their senior, and stuck in an office for almost a
decade clearly wasn't helping on a physical level. On the other hand, it
had some advantages as well.

Although I've been happily married for almost four years, there is
absolutely no use in denying the fact that I like to have a good look at a
nicely shaped young man's butt every once in a while. Surely I had clearly
taken a very difficult decision years ago, but I can't act as if I'm not
bisexual, and having young man like these wandering into the office the
last few months wasn't really helping to try to keep up with my monogamy
way of living.

Joren was the first one to catch my eye, almost seven months ago. Working
as a temp in the pricing department, I was passing by his desk a few times
a day. He had seemed like a friendly young guy from the very beginning, and
I was, just like any woman in the office, drowning into his ocean blue eyes
every time he looked at me. Since a few weeks he had been transferred to
the purchasing department, now reporting directly to me. Ever since that
event, I was getting more and more attached to him. Apart from his perfect
eyes, the rest of him started to catch my eye from time to time as
well. The way he liked to dress in pretty tight summer colored pants,
showing off his perfect muscled behind hadn't gone unnoticed, and the more
I got the know him, the more I started to learn the great personality that
was clearly embedded in that perfect young body. It might have taken a
while, but I had arrived at a point where I was hooked with the young man.

Hans on the other hand was an eye catcher from the very first time I saw
him, applying as a supply controller about three months ago. Right then and
there, I had hoped our SC manager would hire him, so I'd get an opportunity
to see him on a daily basis. And luckily for me, that's exactly the way
things turned out to go. However, it had taken all this time for me to get
to know him, having small talk during lunch, and an occasional chat on our
intranet chat system. I had learned that, just like Joren, he was into
biking, and with spring finally hitting the Belgian system, I'd noticed an
opportunity to take things to the next level.

So here I was, trying to keep up, my legs burning, my ass annoying me from
the constant friction on the saddle, and my tongue getting dangerously
close to my front tire. Damn those boys were fit, on every possible
level. But the incentive to have a great view on their backsides was enough
to convince my tiring body to keep up. And I enjoyed every second of it. A
good workout always feels right somehow, and the constant movement of two
pairs of beautiful young legs was a perfect bonus to it. To add to my
excitement, both of them had slipped into a tight pair of spandex biking
outfits, stopping right above their knees, and clearly showing off the
muscle movement underneath. The tension in their calves was killing me,
almost as much as my own, and I could only dream of having the opportunity
to touch some of that one day. The downside was, I wasn't able to see their
fronts. Obviously the dress-code left little to the imagination, but I'm
more referring to the part above their shoulders. As one can only dream to
have as a team member, Joren's blue eyes were completed by a thick bush of
sandy blond hair. Dark eyebrows, without being to prominent, and a facial
bone structure that would drive Michelangelo into working around the clock
to get his statue completed. Although being only 24, he was all male. Yes,
he kept his beard and moustache constantly shaved, but still the typical
Friday mornings were indicating that, if he wouldn't, he'd have a strong
beard. Not that a thing like that ever attracted me. It was more the
combination with his soft but determined voice, the manly smell every time
he leaned over my desk to look at some files, the veins clearly outlined on
his arms and hands, and his perfectly white teeth, that completed the
picture of what a guy his age should look like.

Yet again, Hans, being a complete opposite, was just as attractive, but in
a different way. Although he had clearly grown out of puberty, physically,
he was still obviously a few years younger. More boyish than manly, but
very clearly getting there eventually. Very dark brown hair, dark eyes, a
slightly wider cheek bone, narrower hips and shoulders, and a shyer, more
considerate smile made him into the perfect transition image from boy to
man. Finding his way into a tough office environment, together with a
slightly held back attitude, somehow made him appear more
vulnerable. Different, but just as attractive.

And here they were, doing 30km/h, in the rapidly warming forest of southern
Belgium, sliding uphill as if it's nothing, giving me a hard time keeping
up, but also convincing me I had taken the right decision asking them for a
guys weekend out biking and having some, or more, drinks. Apart from the,
every once in a while, cracking underground, an alerted bird flying up from
the shades, and my own grunting and puffing, the forest was completely
silent. We had been riding for almost an hour without seeing another soul,
and I was quite happy I had my iPhone with me to show us the way back to
our rented chalet when needed. I had almost forgotten how beautiful our
very little country could be, just an hour drive away from the north where
we all lived and worked. The slight hills, the quietness, the solitude of
the trees surrounding us, the two beautiful boys trapped in between all
that, made the picture complete, perfect, exactly as I had hoped it would
be.

Things were going well, very well, and if this had been the real world,
instead of a parallel universe in my imagination, the pond that showed up
five minutes later, would have never existed. But it did, it was right
there. And it was a pond of opportunity. The heat was getting to us, and
the slightly moist patches on the backsides in front of me indicated I
wasn't the only one in need of a cool down.

"Guys" I shouted, as good as I still could, causing them to stop right next
to the pond.  They weren't idiots either, and knew they'd been testing my
limits. Joren didn't even seem the least exhausted when he set his foot on
the ground, and turned around, striking me hard with his
killer-smile. "Still there boss?"  he laughed, causing Hans to chuckle, but
not more than that.

"Cut the crap," I said, trying to sound agitated, "and stop calling me boss
for Christ's sake!"

I hopped of my mountain bike, slowly dropped it in the sand, and completed
my intentions "I need a rest", dropping my back pack, now fully feeling the
cool dampness of my own sweat on my back. "And some refreshment."

Some of the water was missing my mouth as I emptied my water bin in a few
seconds, causing Joren to laugh again. "Great minds think alike."

Now where had this shy, considerate, young man gone, and who was this
bluntly stud taking of his shirt without thinking twice? Who cares? I liked
this one just as much, or even better, and after all, Hans was still there
to give me my share of shy boy. "How about a swim?"

Ah, that beautiful sound of music in your ears, the exact words you wanted
to hear for months. That moment of truth, and dreams coming true.

"Guys" it was the first word Hans had spoken the whole afternoon, and the
slight tremble in his voice made clear it wasn't exactly what he had hoped
to say. Joren looked at him with a questioning look, pulling his spandex
over his hips. Now here's a challenge. You want one boy to open up, to make
sure he feels comfortable enough to join, and the other one just starts
stripping, as he is a 3 year old in front of his mum. That's when decisions
are hardest to make. Thank god I'd been trained for years in not showing
off emotion right away, but still it was almost torturing to have to look
away from the quickly revealing body in front of me.

"What?" I asked, "is there something wrong?" I started to take off my own
shirt, which was harder than expected from all the sweat, and in the
meantime tried to take in the beautiful sight of a near to naked Joren, who
was draping his moist biking gear over his bike to dry. It takes a few
sentences to describe exactly what I saw, my immediate reaction, and my
snap back into reality, all in all a matter of a few seconds that seemed to
take forever. I never expected him to be really shy outside the office, and
obviously I was right. But the jockstrap was not something I had
expected. Of course, I had read about it in some online stories, and had
seen my share in pictures and videos online, but I had never seen a 24 year
old hunk in real life wearing it.  My loss, clearly. And just as clearly,
not the first time he wore one. His firm buttocks were the exact same color
as his muscled back, but slightly lighter than his lower legs and arms,
indicating that this was his usual garment when not riding his
bike. Knowing he had an outdoor pool at his parents place, he must go like
this all the time. Gulp.

"No, it's just, I don' t have any swimwear with me" Hans managed to force
out of his thin lips.

Aaah, that line. Probably the most frequently used in all stories
containing swimming occasions leading to sexual encounters. Even more music
to my ears.  Added a very worried looked on his young face, almost fears in
the puppy brown eyes that were trying, and failing, not to watch the most
likely clearly visible package in front of him, that was blocked from my
view, but luckily replaced by the bare butt I was looking at. An open goal,
a window of opportunity, but also a very good reason to weigh my words
before responding, to make sure I wouldn't scare him off. No need for that,
as Joren beat me to it.

"So, just go in your underwear, like me" he smiled. He was either very
naïve and open minded, or very smart and manipulative.

"Yeah well erm..." Hans continued, his face reddening even more, looking at
his feet now, as a little boy that was trapped with his hands in the cookie
jar. "I'm not, I, ..." he started stammering for crying out loud. And the
pity I felt for him, clearly wasn't shared by Joren.

"You're not wearing any," he laughed, loudly. At first it seemed a bit
harsh, and even mean, but then I realized that wasn't his intention, at
all. "Cool, skinny dipping it is"

I might have been just as amazed by his reaction as Hans was, but only for
a moment. The second the white jockstrap hit the sand, it was clear why he
was so easy about it. I suddenly realized the jockstrap was not his usual
sun tanning clothing. His outdoor uniform was obviously nothing. Not a
single tan line was separating the back from his perfectly shaped
thighs. He was tanned all over. And although I was slightly amazed, it
added a big portion of comfort for me. Except from my wife, no one knew,
but I always sailed naked as soon as we were in open water and had more
than 16° C. Leaving me with just as little tan lines as him.

Joren hit the water before either of us could even react, leaving his
complete outfit behind, diving in with one swift jump, causing us both to
turn our heads, without realizing. There was a very short moment of
hesitation before we looked at each other again. I shrugged my
shoulders. No way in hell I was going to let this opportunity slip
away. "Are you guys coming are what?" Joren laughed, surfacing a few meters
away from the pontoon. "Yeah, almost coming for sure" I thought, but kept
my minds to myself.

"You ok with this?" Hans looked scared shitless. The redness had made room
for a very pale white, all his blood being drained from his face.  Nudity
clearly wasn't his normal behavior. Something I had already suspected.
Somehow I would need to comfort him. I knew Joren was already to far into
splashing around and diving back under to hear any of it.

"Look buddy" I said with a smile "Why don't you let me go first, and you
dive in right after me while I distract him ok? We won't see a thing, and
the water is too dark to look through anyway"

Thank god he started to look a bit more comfortable, and at least his knees
started to calm down. I know his feeling. I like, no, I love, being naked,
but with strangers, or worse, colleagues, it's about as scary as any other
nightmare. Nevertheless, I managed to hide my own fear, as my own shorts
and boxers fell around my ankles and I, casually, stepped out of them. I
noticed the way he was forcing himself not to look down, as trying not to
be gay. Which is stupid. Checking each other out is a natural reaction for
all male human beings. The fact that he was trying so hard not to, was more
an indicator of the opposite though.

The water was refreshing, closing in on my naked body rapidly. The freedom
of swimming stark naked is very hard to describe, and I can only suggest
you try it. Oh, if you do, try to do it with two stunning guys in their
early to mid twenties. I can confirm it only adds to the thrill.

Hans made a mistake. Hesitation. And he knew it, the moment he was running
naked onto the pontoon, he knew it, but there was no way back. I had
already surfaced, and was looking back to where I had left off, just in
time to see him jumping off, hands above his heads, and his young pale body
on full display. I could only imagine what should have gone through his
head while flying buck naked through the air. The seconds must have felt
like ages of standing on his desk for the whole office to see. He was
almost crying when he came back up, gasping for air. "Nice one" I smiled,
adding a playful wink.  Whether I meant his private parts or his diving
skills were left in the open, but still the smile seemed to work calming.

"You always ride commando?" Joren wasn't laughing, or mocking. He was just
stating the obvious, nothing more, nothing less, but it was enough for
Hans' face to turn deep red again.

"Give him a break will you?" I perfectly knew he wasn't intending to make
Hans feel bad, but he also didn't realize that would be the effect, and for
some reason I felt like I had to be the one keeping control of things.

"I didn't mean it badly" he defended "it's just a question. If I would have
known, I'd have done so myself" his statement seemed honest, and I believed
him on his word. But Hans was still embarrassed as a schoolboy who had wet
himself during the school play. "Really?" It was clear he didn't believe
the blue-eyed stud, and was still thinking he was only trying to make a
fool of him. "Yeah man" Joren laughed "nothing better than a piece of
freedom every once in a while" Right before diving head under he added: "By
the way, you have nothing to be ashamed off" His tanned butt shortly
surfaced before he swam off underwater. "I think he's just trying to
comfort you Hans, nothing bad intended here." I knew it was of little used
but still it seemed like my words had some effect, but only some. "Yeah, I
guess" He never dared to look me in the eye, and a penny for his thoughts
would have been cheap. I'd kill to know what was going on inside that
beautiful head of his right than. "Let's just have some fun ok?" He nodded,
confused, embarrassed, scared... If one thing was sure, it was that I had a
difficult task of making this weekend into one he would look back to with
good feelings. And that wasn't exactly what things looked like right
now. All that was sure was he regretted coming with us in the first
place. And I had no idea how to change that, not at that time for sure.

The time spent in the water seemed to have a positive effect on him though,
and by the time Joren was climbing out, it almost seemed as he had
forgotten we were all naked as the day we were born. However, seeing the 25
year old planting his right foot on the wooden platform, while his other
one was still on the ladder, made it very hard to forget that
detail. Without a second thought, he gave both of us a full view of his
package dangling between his slightly hairy legs. Although I very much
appreciated the view, I couldn't help starting to laugh, and even Hans
managed to make a soft giggling sound.  "What the hell?" I thought. Without
even trying to hide my interested, I admired the smooth tanned cheeks as he
wandered off towards our stuff. It was clear the young man had spent more
hours on his bike than the two of us together, and the define muscle
movement below his golden skin made every drop rolling down his golden
flesh look like a sparkling diamond. The sides of his bum were falling
slightly inward, very well defining his male anatomy. "Are you guys coming
out?" he asked, now turned around, giving us a perfect view on his frontal
nudity, starting to towel off his chest and arms. Not even realizing his
play of words as I had heard it. He clearly had almost the same thought
about maintaining his body as I had. The light brown hair above his package
was neatly trimmed, and the area below was shaved smoothly as his
face. Hence his physique was showing off perfectly, and even adding to the
perfection and masculinity of his well-trained body. "Yeah, just a minute"
I answered, giving Hans an understanding look. If he had any bit of similar
feelings as myself, he had to stay covered below the green surface for
certain things to settle down.  Seems like he had. And I couldn't blame
him. "Ok, take your time" the stud said, drying his upper legs, bending
over slightly, causing his perfectly maintained six pack to flex.

If I ever wanted to come out of this pond, I had no other option than to
look away, and focus on the shy boy next to me, hoping that the fact that
he was at least partially covered would help. "You're ok?" Although the
worried look on his face had slightly vanished, it was very clear he wasn't
completely comfortable with the situation yet, but at least getting to a
point where he felt a bit less awkward than at first.

"Yeah I guess" he shyly answered. I wanted to reply, but to my surprise, he
continued. "It's just, I've never been naked in front of anyone since I was
like 9 and started showering myself" he explained. "No one at all?"  I
said, a bit too quickly, regretting my words at the very moment they left
my mouth. No 23-year-old likes to admit he's a virgin, and clearly that's
what he was saying. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." His look glazed "It's ok,
I know you didn't" he went on "and I feel such a pathetic loser". The boy
was almost in tears, but at least he felt comfortable enough to trust me
completely, or he would never have even considered telling me this in the
first place.

"You're not a loser" I calmly said, resting my hand on his shoulder,
causing him to shiver, and me to pull back "you're just shy I guess, but
that's ok, there's a time for everyone, right?" I knew very well that
wasn't enough. But I was also very much aware that there weren't any words
to comfort him at that point. Hell, there weren't even words to understand
what he was going through. Or understand why he was going through it to
begin with. I mean, he was cute, very cute. Ok, he might be shy, but surely
he wasn't the only shy boy on the planet. That couldn't be the only
reason. But there wasn't any sense in dragging it out. If he'd ever want to
tell me, I was sure he would, on his own terms. Making this statement must
have been a torture for him on its own, and there was no use in making it
worse. "Look, I don't know for you, but I'm good to get out" I smiled,
reassuring him. "What would you think about taking this weekend to start
getting more comfortable with a bit less clothes on first, and take it step
by step from there?" He seemed to be relieved. Apart from the fact that
truth can be liberating sometimes, I hoped at least he would realize he was
talking to a friend, way more than a purchasing manager at that moment. But
if not, I was sure that would come, eventually.

"You always shave, I mean, down there?" he asked. I wasn't sure how to
react. Apart from the fact he was fighting his worst fears by standing
stark naked next to me on the pontoon, toweling off, he also had the guts
confessing he was, sort of, checking me out. I hoped, at least. "Only for
the last ten years or so I guess" I smiled back, taking his question as an
invitation to have a slightly longer look at him myself. It was obvious why
he didn't though. Apart from a small, but thick, bush in his crotch, some
light fuss on his lower legs and some slightly hairy armpits, he was
completely smooth. And although I liked him perfectly like that, I could
very well understand why he wanted to hang on to the small portion of body
hair he had.  Somehow it makes a boy starting to feel like a man. But some
of us have the luck, or lack of it, depending how you look at it, to remain
mostly hairless their entire life. I wasn't one of them though. And by now,
I was fine with that. It annoyed the hell out of me when I was in my late
teens, and I never really understood why any of my boy scout buddies would
ever envy me for that.  Growing older I started realizing that looking like
a 19 year old for the rest of your life probably seemed way more terrifying
at that age. "It looks kinda nice" he confessed, carefully testing his
grounds "I just think it would make me look even more like a school boy you
know" Now he looked down over his own body.

First of all he was very pale, apart from his lower arms and legs, clearly
indicating he was shy to even take off his shirt. Although he had no reason
at all for that. Sure, he was more leaning towards the skinny side, but
that didn't make him look bad, it suited him in a way. His muscles were
clearly visible under his now softly shivering skin, and I took a moment to
fully admire him in his full glory. His nipples were small, although a
little bit hard from the cold water on his body now, and his chest and
stomach were hairless. However, there was a very thin, nearly invisible,
line of soft hairs running towards his crown jewels. His lower abs,
perfectly outlined, ended in a beautiful line where his hipbone was running
inwards, forming that perfect V shaped shade I so strongly admired in a
guy's body. I agreed his bush was rather small, but the hairs itself were
quite long, hence making him look smaller endowed than he actually was,
adding to his physical complex. The upper, milk colored, legs, were
strongly developed, yet slim, and completely hairless, as they probably
would stay for the rest of his life. An asset he would probably only start
to like in about six to seven years, when time would start catching up on
him. All in all I could only come to one conclusion.  "You're probably
right," I laughed, friendly "it would make you look like a thirteen year
old" His reaction was one of a fake anger. "But there is no need to go
Brazilian for you. But honestly, you could use some manscaping.  Especially
since you're not really hairy all over." Good, a smile again "Not really
hairy, that's a bit of an understatement" He even chuckled at his own
remark. And he was right, it was kind of an understatement. "Just some
trimming and maybe shaving in between will do the job, trust me" I assured
him. "I mean, look at him"

Joren was laying on his back, shameless as ever, stark naked. Eyes closed,
and his chest hardly rising, indicating he was softly dozing off. Unlike
me, he had done exactly what I had just suggested Hans to do. His pubic
area was not completely smooth as my own, but had a thin patch of hair on
it, making him look very masculin and boyish at the same time. Hans
followed my look.  "Yeah I know, kinda perfect, not exactly helping my self
esteem." Perfect, that was a strange choice of word here. He looked good,
for sure, but perfect indicated that there might be more than just a tad of
jealousy. It was a statement of admiration, but the red shade on his cheeks
made it clear I'd better let this one slide, for now. Still I couldn't help
wondering if this had something to do with his virginity. Doubtful
though. If he'd be gay, and liked more muscular and hairy men, he'd have
potential sexual partners lining up for him. Nevermind.

"Look mate" I finished "Since baby blue eyes perfect is clearly asleep, and
we've seen each others complexes in detail now, why don't we enjoy the
nakedness for now?" I know what you're thinking: you perverted prick,
taking advantage of the situation. Guilty as charged, I have to admit my
suggestion wasn't completely unselfish. But the intention was just as
real. He needed to get more comfortable with his own body, and if this was
a way to help, why not, right?

 "You never said what your complexes were though." I had already forgotten
about how I had put it, and even though he was lying face down in the sand
now, his chin resting on his lower arms, Hans was clearly inspecting my
thirty-year-old body from head to toe. Normally I would feel very
uncomfortable, but for some reason, probably his own uncertainty, I wasn't
at that point.

"Seriously," I laughed, "can't you see?" I looked down my own body, and
almost melancholically added without thinking "I know I don't look bad or
anything, I'm just not twenty anymore." Given the fact he had revealed his,
probably, deepest secret to me, it seemed only fair to open up for him as
well. "You like fine, I wish I looked more like you." He almost whispered,
as if he was scared to say too much. I laughed, not at him, but with his
remark.  It was funny in a way, I wanted to look more like him, he wanted
to look more like me, but none of us the whole way. Basically it was fairly
easy. "Yeah" I said, looking over his naked backside to the now snoring
blond. "We just both want to look like him I guess." Now it was Hans' turn
to laugh. "Come on, you act like you're some fat fifty-year-old or
something." I grabbed my love handles, that had disgusted me for a few
years, although I was too lazy to do something about them. "I am" I
grinned, "well, not fifty, but fat"

The rolling of his eyes was pretty clear he couldn't agree less.  "Don't be
an idiot, you're an adult man, it's normal, and it's good to...." The boy
stopped his sentence half way, clearly feeling like he had said too much.
It was too late though; it was in the open now. "Yeah, that's why they call
them love handles I guess" I winked at him, causing him to flare
again. "Come on man" I sighed, "nothing wrong with two guys talking about
sex, you need to get over this"

"I guess." Man, this was more difficult than I'd expected. I was on thin
ice here, and of course I didn't want to hurt his feelings. On the other
hand, someone would need to get him to open up some day, or he'd end up
being the forty-year-old virgin. "You're getting sunburned." I stated,
fumbling to my back pack to find my sunscreen. "You want me to do your
back?" I didn't wait for his answer, and applied a fair amount of cold
lotion on his reddening skin, causing him to yelp and, much to my delight,
flex his ass muscles. He didn't say anything when I started rubbing the
lotion into his hot skin. "Tell me when to stop, ok?" Now I was the one
testing the waters here. And enjoying every second of it. The hotness of
his skin, combined with the firmness of his back muscles, were a feast for
my hands and eyes. I was taking in every square inch of his torso, softly
massaging his sides, carefully lowering my hands towards his butt
cheeks. No, I didn't go for his ass right away. I've been with too many
guys in my life to not know how to handle this. So his lower legs were
next. Massaging the liquid in with care, I gradually moved higher, causing
him to unconsciously spread his legs so I could now sit in between. It
would be foolish to say it didn't have an effect on me, but since he was on
his front, and had his eyes closed by now, he couldn't see, so nothing to
worry about I guess. After taking care of his lower legs, I started my way
even further, softly, lusting, sliding into the inner sides of his
thighs. He let out a moan, not even realizing it. I just figured this was
the first time anyone had ever touched him like that. What a loss! For him
and all the people that would have gladly done this before me. But fact was
they didn't. I was the lucky one. I did his legs one by one first, and then
started massaging both inner thighs at the same time, approaching his
beautiful butt, carefully. He spread his legs a bit further, and his hairy
man parts came into view. Just lying there, cozily embedded in the soft
pouch of flesh, flexing every time I got near them. He was too far to
really notice or care what was going on, and without a thought he reached
below his mid section to adjust himself, raising his perfect butt
slightly. At the same time his cheeks kept flexing in the same rhythm, and
I was very close to sending myself over the top without even touching
myself.  When I finally came to that very secret place, his eyes opened,
quickly, scared. "Almost done." I said, quickly, feeling busted for taking
advantage of the situation in such an arrogant way. He was taken too much
off guard to say anything about it, but I knew I had crossed a line, one
too far.

Feeling like an ass, I grinded my own excited body into the sand next to
him. I felt busted, stupid, perverted, and more than all that, an
asshole. And worst part was, I wasn't sure I could fix it.

All we could do was lay there for a while, not saying a word. "I'm sorry" I
finally said, talking to the back of his head, not even knowing if it made
sense at all. Or if it was worth anything to begin with. I knew he was
vulnerable, he had opened up to me, and I'd tried to take advantage of him.

But in the end, he turned his head. His tears dried on his face, killing
me, on the spot, stopping my heart, ripping it apart. I actually liked this
boy. Sure, because he was, according to my standards, hot as hell, but I
also wanted to get to know him, to be a friend, to support him, as crazy as
that might sound.

"Why did you stop?" Wow, hang on, he lost me there... His eyes were pure,
not playing games, no intrigues, no elephants standing in between to be
slaughtered. He was crystal clear. This was nothing more than a simple
question between two naked people. "I, I ..." now it was my turn to
stammer, for a second, my mind racing as always. Thinking fast is a gift as
well as a burden, right now, I was very happy that's the way my brain
worked. Because it told me, instantly, that there was only one way out of
this.

I looked them directly in the eyes, which were still a bit damp.  "Look
Hans" I started, getting his full attention. His eyes were locked to mine,
not to my again exposed crotch, but straight at my eyes. "I've not always
been mr. nice guy in the past." I started. He listened, while I
talked. While I explained him the mistakes from my past. The way I used my
capability to manipulate people to get what I wanted. How I had become a
selfish son of a bitch by the time I was 18. How I had become the guy
everybody wanted, once. How I had been the guy walking out in the morning,
not returning calls afterwards.  Treating people like nothing more than my
personal pleasure dolls. How I had hurt people that I loved, and how I had
been granted more forgiveness than I had earned. Ending by explaining him
that that past, that I struggled so hard to leave behind, had stopped me
from going further with what I shouldn't have started in the first place.

The next few minutes in silence felt like the end of the world. He was mad,
of course he was, he must be. At least that's what I thought. "The only
thing I'm pissed for is the fact that you stopped" he smiled "because I
felt like not being good enough all over again" The look on his face wasn't
one of anger anymore, nor sadness. It was simple understanding, mixed with
youthful lust that had been forced away deep inside for so long, and now
awakening more then ever.

I glanced over his naked body; still glistening with the sunscreen I had so
carefully applied. I saw his excitement growing as he started to remember
my hands in between his thighs, so close to his best hidden treasure.
Throbbing from lust, luring me into temptation again as his face neared
mine.

"Shouldn't we get going guys?" The trance was broken instantly. I wasn't
sure if Joren was playing dumb or just being understanding, but at least he
didn't mention the conversation, if he had already heard a word of it,
since it was more whispering anyway. But whatever it was, he clearly was
excited, although it might have just been a physical reaction of waking
up. Being less blunt than him, Hans quickly rolled onto his stomach, hiding
his visible state of arousal, while Joren just stretched his arms above his
head, standing there, in all his glory, gorgeous as ever. Not trying at
least a little bit to hide his own rampant erection. "Man, I had the
greatest dream" he grinned, softly stroking his tool before bending over to
pick up his jockstrap. "I guess I better put this back on after all"

A soft smile was all that was left to exchange between the brown haired boy
and me, before quietly sliding back into our tights, getting ready to head
back to the cabin.

The ride back was covered in complete, and slightly awkward, silence. I
hated the fact that we never gotten to finish our conversation, but on the
other hand I was quite happy with Joren's interference. Even if I really
wanted to, have sex with Hans that is; it shouldn't have been like that, a
quickie in the sand next to the pond. We had set the base for the rest of
the weekend for sure, and although I had no idea what would come next, I
was very sure I was going to try and make the very best of it.

"Jesus, does he ever keep his clothes on?" Hans sighed as Joren quickly
stripped out of his biking gear once inside the house.

"Like you'd want him to" I joked back, watching in amusement as the tanned
ass wandered into the bathroom, leaving us behind.

"Maybe we should follow his lead?" Hans turned out to have this marvelous
talent of masking jokes with a serious face, or was it the other way
around?

"Why, you want to shower with him?" I could play this game, if he wanted
to.

"That's not what I mean" he said, "I mean taking off these stinky outfits."
I was actually, happily, surprised, seeing Hans strip off his clothing
without any hesitation, throwing them in the corner, walking stark naked to
the fridge. "Beer?" he tried to act casual, but I knew he was putting on a
show. No one could switch that quick, but he got an A+ for trying. Trying
what exactly was a question I couldn't quite answer yet. Trying to seduce
me, trying to convince himself, trying to show he wasn't the shy pubescent
boy he acted like earlier. Or a mix of everything, most likely. "Sure" I
smiled "let's get outside"

The warmth of the sun was still overwhelming, on our naked bodies.  For the
first time Hans sat, openly, with his full package viewable, in the lounge
chair, opening his thighs so he could rest his feet on the tiles it was
standing on, putting the whole deal on display. He wasn't really at full
attention yet, but neither was he un-aroused, putting him in pretty much
the same position as I was. For the second time, he was openly staring at
my naked crotch, making me feel slightly uncomfortable now.

"Don't you ever cut yourself shaving?" I laughed; his question was cute, in
more ways than one. In the way he had still quite a lot of things to catch
up to, but also in the way he was figuring a way of shifting the
conversation in the direction he wanted me to go, actually believing I'd
never notice. "Not since about ten years ago" I honestly answered. (almost
honestly, everyone cuts every few years I guess) However, he seemed
intrigued. Although I was very certain he had surely seen his portion of
online adult material by now, in which it was inevitable to see shaven male
genitals, I was just as certain this was the first live image he ever
had. He didn't ask me to have a closer look, or feel. In the end, he was a
young man, and not a sixteen-year-old horn dog. He had learned the art of
seduction, the way the game was played. He just never won, so far. "It's
not that difficult" I tried to explain "You just need to make sure you're
hard the first few times you do it, and you'll be just fine." The look on
his face was curious enough to make clear he didn't really understand
why. "The skin will be stretched, making it easier to shave" I felt like a
father explaining his 13 year old to shave for the first time. And it made
sense, in the exact same way. "I see" he quietly said "How about the
trimming part, like, you know, Joren did"

"What about me?" Hans' face shot from easy-going tanned, to horrified
pinkish red. Without any reason. I knew Joren was intimidating, because of
his looks, and his piercing blue eyes. But by now I had also learned that
there was an amazing person inside that wonderful package. And I was just
as sure Hans had absolutely nothing to fear. I smiled as he fell down in
the lounge chair.

"Jesus, can't you guys ever keep your clothes on?" He laughed. For a change
he had dressed himself properly, well, white boxer briefs if you insist. At
least he was decent... ish... "What were you guys talking about?" He really
had no clue, the only part he had heard was his name. "Nothing" Hans
quickly said. He actually let go, I think. "Ok, I got it" his killer smile
intoxicating as ever. "Man the shower here rocks big time" Quickly changing
the subject, his eyes wandered over between both our crotches, ending up in
Hans', who, of course, covered himself without thinking about it. "Buddy,
you sure can use some manscaping down there" he smiled. Again, all he did
was being mr. nice guy, but scaring the shit out of Hans. "Com'on" he said,
getting up "Let me get you my trimmer, I'll tell you how it works." Hans
looked at me, terrified, as Joren wandered off, continuing. "Seriously, no
girl in this century will give you decent head being lost inside that
rainforest..." turning his head, laughing again, "come on, what are you
waiting for?"

I nodded, trying to comfort him, indicating him that he should follow the
older boy's lead into the house.

And then quietness sank in, for a few minutes, making me overthink the
whole messed up situation for the first time that day. What the hell was I
doing here? Just over 30, married, I had a good thing going on. I just got
promoted, again, my 40ft racing yacht was back into the water. I had my own
house, two cars on the driveway, a fantastic wife, an awesome family and a
dreamteam at work. Sure, Christine knew very well about me being bisexual,
and she could even stand the thought of me, every once in a while, catching
up on lost fantasies with some boy toy kind of guy. Carte blanche I'd never
used, so far. For the first time that afternoon I was actually tempted. But
it wasn't love, clearly. But not just lust either. It was some sort of
twisted mix between friendship, lust, father feelings, I don't know. It was
weird, probably sick, and wrong. But why than did it feel so god damn
right? My mind wandered back, almost feeling the silk smooth skin under my
fingertips again. Arousal growing, again. To full attention even. Until I
was snapped out of my daydreams.

"He'll be at it for a while" Joren smiled, opening his own beer, ignoring
my obvious erection, sitting back down, still in his white boxers, looking
straight into my eyes, seriously for the first time that day. "You're a
good friend, you know that, right?"

I was, and I did, but where was this coming from, and why now, from him?
"What are you talking about?"

"He was mortified to strip this afternoon, and now he asked me to actually
show me how the body trimmer worked." It was a simple statement, but there
was more to it. "You got him this far" he went on. I wanted to react, but
he raised his hand to stop me. "You got this close to do whatever you
wanted to him" he carried on "but you didn't" So he really had been awake
the whole time.  "You respected him, as a friend, and he might not have
given that impression, he appreciated that."

I awkwardly smiled back, shrugging my shoulders. "I guess"

"So you did hear it all?"

"And see" he grinned again, rubbing his hardening crotch. "You guys were so
into it you didn't even see me cumming two meters away from you."  Ok, this
I hadn't expected. First I felt trapped, busted, annoyed, a mix of emotions
quickly making place for excitement, as I felt my own tool stir again.  And
I was just about to react, when I was interrupted.

"Thanks" Hans smiled, sheepishly. He looked awesome, wearing nothing but a
red pair of briefs, nicely showing of how well endowed he actually was. For
a moment he was just standing there, not sure how to act. His hair was
still soaking wet, and from his breathing I could tell he had indeed been
hard while taking care of things. In more ways than one. "Come on, show me"
Joren pleaded, not even trying to cover the erection in his shorts. "Come
here" he finally sighed, after it was clear the boy wouldn't give in that
easy. Hans was hesitant, but it was also very clear he wanted to walk this
path of unknown territory, so finally he approached the lounge chair Joren
was sitting on.  "Dude" he yelped, as Joren yanked his briefs down his
thighs. I would have killed to see the other side, but for now all I could
see was a naked, white, behind and a nice pair of testicles hanging low in
a smoothly shaven pouch in between his trembling legs. A gasp, as Joren
slid his hand underneath them, moving his own out of the way. "Nice" he
sighed, rolling the yet untouched marbles in the palm of his hand. I was
sure he was quickly hardening, and felt sorry I had to miss that wonderful
view. "What are you doing?" His voice was trembling, from excitement
combined with the fear of the unknown. "This" Joren simply stated, as his
face moved in closer.

"Oh my goood" Hans was shaking hard now, experiencing his very first
blowjob. And from the moans that were following, Joren turned out to be a
pretty skilled master of oral pleasure. It might have been a while since
I'd done my own last part of male stimulation; I still recognized the sound
of a guy going in the whole way. Poor Hans. I took about two minutes before
he exploded. His head tilted backwards, his butt muscles flexed harder than
ever, and his knees started trembling even harder as he forced himself into
Joren's eager mouth, depositing his first orgasm ignited by another
person. The scream of pleasure made it sound like he had his very first
climax in ten years, and although he had surely came already shaving in the
shower, it seemed like his flood was going on forever.

I was lost, in more thoughts than my mind could cope with. One side of me
was screaming to get out of there. It was clear that the two young studs
would have enough motivation to get going without me. But the other side
was dragging me right in, begging me to pull my wild card, and get the
young, still slightly confused, 23-year-old supply analyst on his knees
between my legs.

That was probably the moment that I truly realized I was the one to set the
records straight, or not so straight, this weekend...