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I had a message from someone who lived in a hamlet a few miles away. It said he was bi, and came with two pics, one of his cock, a good size and quite hairy, and the other of it in a hairy cunt. I wondered if it was a wind-up, but after a series of texts, he confessed that he likes sex with younger men, and his life likes to watch. Fuck me, it takes all sorts, I thought. I suggested I brought Ginge with me. He readily agreed, and we made a date.

We wore sweatpants, as they’re easier to get off, and found this quaint cottage down a long gravel drive. The woman greeted us, “Take your shoes off, he’s upstairs”. Lying naked on a bed was a portly man with an erection. Ginge and I kissed as we undressed one another. I went down on the guy, while Ginge gave him his knob to suck. The woman leaned against a chest-of-drawers and wriggled out of her jeans. Ginge and I swapped and the woman started frigging herself. The man went onto all fours and Ginge rimmed her hairy arse, then pushed in. I stroked the man’s dick and the woman moaned. From a drawer, the woman produced a large vibrator and shoved it in her fanny. Ginge fucked him hard, “Inside, or on your bum?” “Just do it!” he shouted, and with that Ginge held him tight and unloaded. We swapped, Ginge took over wanking duties, and I fucked him. His wife was on the floor, ramming the vibrator in and out, and crying. It was a bit too much for me, so I fucked him even harder and shot my load. He turned over and finished tossing himself. We left them upstairs and let ourselves out. “Fucking hell, that was weird”, Ginge commented, as we drove off.

Back in the cave, I had a message from Robin, asking if we’d like to meet a friend of his, together with a picture of a good-looking man about 10 years older than us. Younger than I normally go for, but as he’s a friend of Robin’s, I agreed and made a date. I went by myself to a posh house on the smart side of town. Ollie welcomed me in and offered me a beer. I kicked off my shoes, and he showed me to the lounge, where we snogged. He was an excellent kisser, having me hard in no time. He squeezed his hands down my pants and ground into me. Our tops came off, he had huge, erect nipples, begging to be sucked. He pushed my jogging bottoms and boxers down, and gripped my cock, he suggested we went upstairs. He was just as gentle as Robin, I barely noticed my clothes coming off. We lay on the bed just kissing and cuddling for ages, until I really needed him inside me. Laying on my tummy, he lifted my hips and blew on my ring, then kissed it, and blew again, his hot breath making me need him all the more. “Fuck me, Please”, I pleaded. I felt his mushroom head, then it slipped inside me. He leaned over and nibbled my ears and kissed the nape of my neck. He pulled out and rimmed me again. Re-inserting it, he fucked me very slowly, dropping saliva into my crack. He turned me over and we kissed some more as he mounted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me harder. He pulled out and sucked me, then fucked again, this time on our sides. I wanked and came over my thighs at the same time as his penis pulsed its seed. We cuddled until he slipped out. He asked me to stay the night, so after more wine, we went to sleep. In the morning, I he gave  me a toothbrush, I showered and I had a fluffy white gown to keep me warm. We ate and went back to bed. This time, I made love to him, trying to be as thoughtful and tender as him. When I mounted him, our bodies melded together and we moved as one. Our climaxes, when they came, were the culmination of the previous 30 minutes. Gathering my stuff, I promised to see him again soon.      

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Ginge and I had gone from friends, to comrades who fuck older men, and lovers. His DNA was all over the floor of the man cave. We were in there one Saturday afternoon, with him bent over the table and already lubed up, when Glen walked in. Glen was a friend I’d known since school days, and we’d had sex on and off for years. Even though he now has a girlfriend, he still likes gay sex. “Hi”, I said, as I pushed in. It’s been a long time since I worried about having an audience. “I expect you know Ginge”, I added. “Yeah, I fucked him a couple of years ago, tight ass, as I recall”. I plowed in and fucked him with gusto to impress Glen. After a bit, I lifted Ginge onto the table, he held his legs up, and I speared him again, filling him with my seed. “Can I have a go?”, Glen asked, penetrating before Ginge could reply. “Fuck me hard”, Ginge cried. I watched his bubble butt, as he banged my boyfriend, adding his spunk to mine. Ginge wanked himself off. “Long time, no see”, I commented, as I pulled my shorts up. Glen kissed me and said sorry, he’d been preoccupied with his girlfriend, but she was on a period and he was fed up with tossing every day. We cracked a beer and had a catch-up, even telling him about shagging older guys. “Sounds like fun”, he conceded, “If you’re ever short of someone, give me a shout, I don’t care who I fuck”, he kissed both of us, and left.

We had a message pop up, ‘Horny 50-year-old needs satisfying’. I replied, ‘When and where?’ ‘Sundays are best, as my wife goes to her mum’s’ We arranged it for 2pm next day.

We arrived at a smart house and were met by one of our old junior school teachers. He ushered us in, and asked us to be discrete. He took us to the spare bedroom. Ginge went first, I watched as they made out and stripped. The bloke had regulation M&S Y-fronts on. They laid on the bed and their underwear came off. His dick was about 6″, cut, with a greying bush. Ginge was getting quite good at this sex lark, working his way over the guy’s body and deep-throating him. I was tempted to fuck Ginge’s pretty bum, but watched and stroked myself. Ginge lifted the guy’s legs, rimmed him and mounted him. I was now naked, enjoying the show. They kissed as Ginge fucked harder. Not knowing if he was happy being bred, Ginge pulled out and splattered on the man’s stomach. I took over, already worked up, fucking and wanking him at the same time, till his cum mixed with Ginge’s. I couldn’t stop myself, and fired deep inside him. Pools of cum ran off his body onto the duvet as he thanked us, asking how much we wanted. We told him it was purely for fun, and kissed him. One of our nicer meets.     

With clear skies

Aiden’s eyes flickered. As they slowly opened. The natural light in the room greeted him. He turned in the bed only to find Grayson’s spot empty. He quickly sat up, hoping that Grayson hadn’t run off and left him again. The idea of being alone again made him feel nauseous.

“Grayson,” he called out. He was met with silence. The quiet made his heart sink. The door opened, and Grayson walked in with breakfast in hand.

“You’re awake. I thought I would have been back before you woke up,” Grayson revealed to him.

Just as he closed the door, Aiden kicked the covers back. The naked stud jumped out of the bed. He quickly made his way toward Grayson. His thick flaccid cock swung back and forth like a mighty sword. He took the food from Grayson and placed it on the small desk, and then wrapped his arms around him. The warm embrace took Grayson by surprise, but he welcomed it.

Aiden held him tightly and said, “I thought you had left me.”

“No,” Grayson said as he pulled back. There was something in Aiden’s eyes that was unsettling and emotional.  “Aiden, what’s wrong? Let me be there for you like how you’ve been there for me.”

Aiden placed his right hand on the right side of Grayson’s face. He stroked him both lovingly and affectionately. “I’ve been so closed off from people emotionally. After my parents’ death, I just liked being alone and at peace with the quiet. Now, you’re here, and the quiet and alone scare me.” He hung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’m not really a bull after all.”

Grayson placed his hand under Aiden’s chin and lifted his head. “You’ll always be my bull, Aiden Sky. It makes sense that you’d keep people at a friendly distance after losing both your parents at such a young age. I appreciate you allowing me to be the first person you let in. I’m honored.”

“Okay,” Aiden began. “Now it’s time for the real question. Burgers or pancakes?” He grinned. Aiden didn’t want to linger in his sorrow for long.

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “It’s 8:30 in the morning.”

“That’s not an answer,” he said playfully.

Grayson shook his head. “Fine. I guess…burgers.”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Correct, ladies and gentlemen. Now for the real test. Banana or vanilla milkshake?”

Grayson laughed, “Weirdly…banana.”

“Well,” Aiden said as he leaned back. “God clearly favors you.”

They got out into the sunshine. It was a hot and sunny day. The skies were clear and blue. The sun felt good on their skin. They strolled the streets of downtown OKC just talking and enjoying the sights. They talked for hours about tornadoes and childhood pets. Dumb road trip playlist came up. Aiden opened up about what it was like to suddenly have everyone in his old town know his name and be called “the boy who lived.” Grayson couldn’t resist making some Harry Potter jokes about it.

Grayson found himself opening up and telling stories about Braylon. He hadn’t talked about his little brother in years. It felt good to remember the fun times and just be free of all thoughts and worry. He even told Aiden how he used to want to be a singer, but never told anyone.

“Well, you definitely have a voice and there’s music in you,” Aiden said softly.

Grayson went quiet. He wasn’t quite used to the validation. He had done such a wonderful job of keeping people at a distance. It felt odd to have someone be close.

“You sang in the truck when I turned the music up that time to drown you out. When Adam was still riding with us. That Jewel song was on.”

Grayson laughed. “We were both being assholes.”

The fairground blinked to life in the twilight of Oklahoma. String lights draped like stars across booths, and the scent of funnel cakes and fried pickles hung thick in the summer air. Aiden had the biggest grin on his face the moment they walked through the gates.

“Can’t believe you grew up here and never once came to the Oklahoma County Fair. It’s unlike any other fair.”

Grayson took a look around. His eyes landed on the man in a corn costume doing the worm on a hay bale. He looked at Aiden. “You’re proud of this, huh?”

“Come on,” Aiden nudged him, “don’t act like this isn’t secretly the second best thing to happen to you since getting on that plane.”

“And what would have been the first?”

“Meeting me,” he answered with a charming grin plastered across his face.

Grayson shook his head as the corner of his mouth curved up. He was unguarded, uncomfortable, but safer than he had ever felt in his entire life.

Aiden pulled him to the ring toss. Grayson missed every single time and called it a scam. They shared a cherry snow cone that stained both their tongues red. They debated over whether deep-fried Oreos counted as a spiritual experience. Aiden convinced Grayson to try the “Tilt-a-Whirl,” and Grayson screamed so hard he lost his voice for five minutes.

“You okay?’ Aden asked after, laughing so hard he had to lean on a fence post.

Grayson glared at him with his eyes wild and his curly hair wind-blown. “I hope you get struck by lightning.”

“You say that as if you haven’t struck me already,” Aiden said with a wink. He leaned in closer and placed his hand on the right side of Grayson’s cheek.

As the night progressed, the fair slowed. The lights shimmered above them. Music drifted from the stage. A young girl with a powerful voice was performing a cover of “Out of Oklahoma” by Lainey Wilson. Couples danced in pairs on a plywood platform covered in string lights.

“Ever dance at the fair before?” Aiden asked.

“Nope.” Grayson stood at the edge of the dancing crowd. Something soft and innocent flickered in his eyes. He turned to Aiden. “I want to.”

Aiden smiled and held his hand out. Grayson took it, and Aiden pulled him into the open space. They swayed slowly, slightly awkward at first. They could feel people staring at them. An interracial queer couple dancing in the bible belt. The secret judgment enforced the safety they felt with each other. Aiden’s hand dropped to Grayson’s lower back. Grayson’s arm draped over Aiden’s shoulder. A perfect moment for two very imperfect individuals.

The Ferris wheel turned slowly in the background. A light breeze kicked up dust. Fireworks popped faintly in the distance. The sky was illuminated with small bursts of gold and blue. The song ended, and they refused to step back from one another.

“You make it feel easy to be with you. I have feelings for you, Aiden. They are real and deep.”

“I know. I can feel you when you enter a room. When you leave, it’s going to be hard for me.”

Grayson smiled and said, “Just step outside, and you can feel me in the breeze. I’ll always be by your side, Aiden Sky.”

The two of them walked hand in hand, just enjoying the night. They stumbled across a mechanical bull. It stood in the center of a ring of hay bales, blinking red lights at the base, and a cluster of teens cheering at a kid who flew off in under two seconds. Aiden stopped in his tracks. A devilish smile spread across his face.

“Oh, this is happening.”

“HA,” Grayson said as he let go of Aiden’s hand and slowly backed away. “No. Absolutely not. No fucking way! That’s not safe.”

“Exactly. You don’t ride for safety. You do ride it for glory. I mean, since when don’t you ride a bull?”

Grayson squinted his eyes. “That’s not the same, and you know it.”

Aiden stepped behind him and placed his hands on Grayson’s shoulders. “Come on, Storm. Do it for me. Full cowboy fantasy. I can coach how to ride it better than you’ve ever ridden before. Just think of how you’ll be able to ride the beast between my legs afterwards.

Grayson chuckled, “I’m so going to regret this. Shit!”

Moments later, Grayson straddled the bull awkwardly. He shot Aiden a look. Every part of him wanted to get off the bull and just run away.

“Storm, elbows in! Loosen your hips! Be a leaf in the wind.”

“Not comforting, Aiden.”

The buzzer sounded!

The bull jerked to life. It lurched sideways like it wanted to throw Grayson into the middle of next week. His arms flailed, his body jerked like a ragdoll, but he held on. Grayson gritted his teeth, and his knees tightened. He laughed and screamed all at once. He could hear people cheering. The loudest voice was his favorite voice…Aiden. In the back of the crowd of people, he saw Adam watching with a smile. The twink still looked innocent and bubbly.

“Ride it! You beautiful storm,” Aiden shouted.

Eight seconds! He lasted eight full seconds. The bull tossed him. Grayson flew off and landed in a pile of hay. His limbs were splayed, chest heaving with adrenaline and laughter. Aiden knelt by his side.

“You good?”

“I feel like I just fought a demon.”

Aiden grinned. “Guess what? You won.”

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive.”

“Well, today is the start of you always feeling alive.”

The hay still clung to Grayson as they stood just beyond the noise near some food trucks. They were lost in each other’s eyes. There was a pull between them that seemed to grow deeper and become stronger with each passing moment they spent together. Aiden stepped closer to him. It was that kind of closeness that suggests you’ve met the person to end the night with.

Aiden reached out and brushed the hay out of Grayson’s hair. His fingers lingered for longer than they needed against his temple. Grayson closed his eyes for a second, and then he opened them. A small but revealing smile spread across his chocolate face.

“Perfect.” Aiden’s voice was low, just above a whisper. “How about we go see the top of the world?”

The Ferris wheel groaned gently as it turned. Aiden and Grayson sat side by side. Their knees brushed together.  They made it to the top when the ride suddenly paused. It left them suspended and weightless above it all.

“They have to do this on purpose,” Grayson said as he glanced over the edge.

“Absolutely. It’s the part where you’re supposed to kiss the person next to you or just panic and jump out. Depending on how things are going.”

Aiden wrapped his arm around Grayson and pulled him closer. Their heads rested together. The stars above them seemed to shine brighter. The cool air of the night wrapped them in something special. The quiet was made all the more powerful because it was shared between them.

“Grayson, sing me a song. It can be anything. It can be something you wrote. I just want to hear your voice.”

Grayson hesitated for a moment, and then he finally sang…

“I used to dream of what it would mean

Being in love, dancing to a whole scene

But not every movie is what it seems

No matter what the world believes

I read our story between the scenes

And I’m not afraid of

The storm in your eyes

I’m not afraid of what’s beyond the horizon

You can feel my grip tighten

Cause my love will only brighten

I see the storm in your eyes

And it’s a brilliant surprise.”

“Hopefully that wasn’t too much,” Grayson said nervously.

He turned and looked at Aiden. The cowboy’s eyes were watery. Aiden quickly pulled Grayson in for a kiss. Their lips met, and it felt like fireworks exploded inside of them. Passion flowed between them. The Ferris wheel resumed moving, and the two of them continued kissing under the stars.

***

Grayson sat on the bed. He was allowing his naked body to air dry from the shower. The bathroom door opened, and Aiden walked out. Water rolled down his flesh like a ride at an amusement park.

“Shower felt amazing,” Aiden confessed as he pulled the towel from around his waist.

Aiden stood at the foot of the bed with water dripping down his muscled body. He had the towel to his face, drying his hair. His long cock hung to the left. It looked so tasty. Grayson couldn’t resist having it in his mouth. He crawled over to the edge of the bed. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head of Aiden’s cock. Aiden gasped as he dropped the towel. He looked down at Grayson with a smile.

“You love that cock don’t you?” Aiden asked as he raised an eyebrow. It was sexy as fuck.

“MMM MMM,” Grayson groaned in approval as he worked Aiden’s pole. 

The stud wrapped his arm around the back of Grayson’s head and began to fuck his throat. Those massive hanging balls tapped Grayson’s chin over and over. The man opened his mouth wider and allowed Aiden to stretch his throat out. Aiden slid every inch of his cock into Grayson’s mouth. The head of Aiden’s cock touched the back of Grayson’s throat. He held his dick there and made it throb. Grayson gagged briefly around it.

Aiden chuckled and told him, “I love it when you choke on it, baby.”

He inhaled oxygen through his nose and gave his jaws and throat a squeeze that rocked Aiden’s pleasure points. Aiden resumed rock his hips back and forth fucking the man’s mouth and throat. Grayson placed both his hands on Aiden’s tight ass and held him in place. He tightened the seal of lips around the velvety flesh of Aiden’s dick. Soft moans flowed from Aiden and followed by deep grunts from Grayson.

Aiden pulled his cock from Grayson’s mouth and had him turn around and point his chocolate ass into the air. Grayson made his cakes shake and his tight hole wink at Aiden. Those big, manly hands ran across those smooth cheeks. Aiden ran his thumb across the pucker. His touch made Grayson shiver. There was something in the way Aiden touched him that just made everything feel better.

Aiden got on his knees and took hold of those cakes. He pushed his face in between them. His thick tongue rolled across the pucker, and then it made circles around the ring. Grayson let out a sigh, and Aiden began to feast on him. He pushed his tongue inside and let it wag back and forth inside of him.

“You taste so fucking good. Push that ass out for me,” he instructed.

“Fuck,” Grayson uttered.

He pushed more of his ass back. More of Aiden’s thick tongue eased inside of him. He slapped those cheeks and buried himself deep between those dark cakes. He removed his tongue and pushed his middle finger inside and twisted it. The inferno inside of Grayson ass the single best feeling in the world. Aiden pushed his finger deeper inside of him. Grayson began to bounce back and forth on Aiden’s finger. He could feel the warmth and liquid in his ass.

“Fuck me, baby. Please,” Grayson cried.

Aiden couldn’t say no to him. He stood up and lined his incredible thick cock up with Grayson’s hole. He pushed and his cock slid inside of the man. They gasped as every inch slowly disappeared. Grayson felt his walls expand and contrast around Aiden’s cock. The feeling was so intense. He loved every second of it. Aiden kissed the back of his neck and wrapped his arms around Grayson’s waist.

He began to pick up the pace. He fucked him like he belonged to him. Aiden’s dick began to slid in and out of the man. You could hear the sound of Aiden’s pelvis slamming into Grayson’s backside. Moans filled the space and Grayson began to throw his ass back on Aiden’s dick. That beast of a cock stretched him like so deliciously.

“Give it to me. Let me take you,” Aiden whispered as he ran his hands along Grayson’s spinal cord.

His cock dug deeper inside of him. That hole began to moisten, and suddenly it was dripping wet. IT throbbed and pulsated around Aiden’s member. It slipped out, and juices flowed from Grayson’s gaping hole. Aiden flipped onto his back and spread his legs wide open. His cock slid back inside of Grayson. Aiden began to nail him. He leaned down and planted his lips against Grayson’s tasty lips.

“You’re mine,” he growled. It wasn’t a question. It was a bold declaration.

As they kissed Aiden fucked him harder and harder. His cock twisted and screwed with muscle and fiber of his being. He plowed through that chocolate ass and rearranged Grayson’s inside with every hot and steamy thrust. Aiden threw his head back as Grayson’s soft anal muscles flexed around his cock. Sweat began to pour off them. He fucked harder, faster, and deeper. The sound of flesh clapping and bodies sticking together sent tingles through anyone who could hear them.

Grayson cried out, “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Aiden gave him what he wanted. He fucked him hard. His cock drilled into him like a power tool. That hole was throbbing and swollen. The bull had come out, and Grayson knew just how to handle it. Aiden wrapped his hand around Grayson’s cock and began to stroke. He wanted to take Grayson every way he could think of. His dick beat through those walls.

Aiden exclaimed, “Squeeze them walls around this here cock. Yes! Just like that.”

He did what was asked of him and squeezed those anal walls harder. Grayson cock leaked precum all over him. Aiden moved in and out of him with purpose. His body glistened from the sweat pouring from him. He was in his element. His cock was singing to Grayson’s body and insides. Grayson was willing to hear Aiden’s song. His own body sang a song that only Aiden could understand. The bed squeaked, and Grayson’s dark body rocked back and forth.

The pounding grew louder. Aiden fucked into that tight hole harder. His nails dug into Grayson’s flesh. He stroked Grayson’s cock faster and made the man’s body squirm underneath him. Grayson’s toes curled, and his eyes rolled. His cock throbbed in Aiden’s hand and then it erupted with hot cum. His hole pulsed repeatedly around Aiden’s cock. Aiden couldn’t take the feelings. It was like sensory overload for his cock.  He slammed deep inside of Grayson. He cried out hundreds of profanities as his cock released his semen completely inside of Grayson.

He pulled his cock out of Grayson and instructed him to push it out. Grayson pushed and his puffy hole opened and the cum dripped from him. Aiden dropped to his knees licked, sucked, and slurped the cum from Grayson’s hole.

HOURS LATER…

The two men slept peacefully, wrapped in the warm embrace of one another. The TV flickered in the background. It was 5 am, and the world was resting. Then the volume on the TV went up a notch.

The meteorologist’s voice:

“We’re tracking an unusual system moving across the Texas panhandle. Multiple rotations embedded, extremely high dew points, and a surface low that continues to deepen…”

A map flashed on the screen. A spiral of red and purple blooming over western Oklahoma.

“Models are now aligning on what may be a historic event. We’re talking high-end supercell development, tornadic activity possible throughout the entire day, beginning at any moment now.”

Grayson stirred in his sleep. Aiden’s arms instinctively tightened around him.

“This system has the potential to produce long-track tornadoes, including the rare EF-5 classification. Anyone in the warning area, please make a plan now.”

The wind outside picked up.

The meteorologist’s voice grew more urgent:

“This is not a drill. This is not your average spring or summer storm. We’re looking at conditions we haven’t seen in years…maybe decades. This is a once-in-a-century type of storm. This is the kind of day that changes everything.”

The screen dimmed, and then it went out. Subconsciously, a sleeping Grayson reached for Aiden’s hand under the sheets. Their fingers intertwined again.

Somewhere outside, miles and miles away, the sky began to break up. With clear skies, the world is ripped apart! I hope you’re ready for what comes next…

TO BE CONTINUED

© Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.

Sand and Path

The words ‘warm Mediterranean summer breeze’ send joyful shivers down the spine. Or I wonder, why not send the shivers up the spine, or through the spine? ‘Down’ makes the homunculus in the brain appear as the thing that deliberately flicks the first tile in the domino of sensations. Hardly the direction of movement in most of life’s sensations. 

The inner thigh that is stroked by the breeze can, without blushing, claim at least a share of whatever lively substance the warm Mediterranean breeze moves within a man. Or why not take it all the way? Spread all credit to all things even remotely Mediterranean for making shivers real and felt. 

On the dusty path down from the old village of Èze, perched on its tanned, steep and storied cliff, to the railway station where trains from Monaco stopped on their way to Nice and Cannes, the five men were stroked by the warm Mediterranean breeze on this iteration of day turning into dusk. They had walked in the opposite direction when the sun was high in the sky. Uphill walks demanded more of the heart, buttocks and sweat glands, as it had been for warriors and sages alike. The slow and calm downhill walks were for contemplation of accomplishment, truth, love, or whatever the warrior or sage had been gifted with on top. The shivers did their thing to the men’s approach toward the ground.

Karl, Alejandro, Hugo, Martin and Hermann moved in silence on the path. They had parked the Volvo, gifted to their mission, at Nice airport’s long-term parking. Tomorrow was going to be the last leg of their mission, and it would be by train, back to Paris and Monsieur Dumont. They managed to find contact information for the helpful knight, who fate had brought to Bellinzona, and they informed him where the car could be retrieved. They considered leaving a few tasteful nude pictures of themselves in the car. Polaroid erotica that leaves some to the imagination will be huge as digital anatomical close-ups reach saturation. But, the men reasoned, the knight likely had even more ancient tastes not served by any two-dimensional delights of men and boys. It had to be left to fate to find ways to balance the scales of gifts. 

Although they knew the adventure had to conclude at some point, and they also looked forward to sharing their learnings with Monsieur Dumont, the train ride tomorrow would nonetheless mark the end of something magnificent. The men were pensive, even feeling a bit nostalgic. To the ordinary observer of young men in their prime, these affects may seem odd. But why would that be odd? 

Nostalgia is not just a mental outgrowth of fond recollections of painless joints and frequent, at-will erections. A sudden realization that most things are fleeting, perhaps about to happen or just having happened, where the present strikes like lightning from a clear sky, can colour a young man’s mood, say, like a spontaneous ejaculation in the shorts during physical education can.

“We deserve answers. Do we need answers?” said Karl as the Mediterranean came into full view around a bend.

“Do answers presume questions? Answers are but a sliver of the world on this path,” pondered Hermann mystically in response.

“Pretty little town, Èze,” said Alejandro. “In one perspective, it is peak Medieval chic. In another, it is a place stuck in a past era, left on top of a hill. Did we step into a village-sized dollhouse, or did we time-travel when we went there? Regardless, pretty.”

“Eventful place, also. Many different rulers have held it, assaulted it, and desired to hold it. Not uncommon for pretty little things. We French seduced Èze to join our lands as recently as 1860,” said Hugo. “For a few centuries before that, it was part of a Duchy that reached up to the Western Alps and Burgundy. I could go on, but if I do, we may need to start fucking to bring the history lessons to completion.”

“Useful answer, Hugo. Did that need a question? To be among and inside the pretty places of the world and to bond over them is on this path, regardless,” mused Martin.

The men were close in an emotional sense, and fewer words and items needed to be added to their exchanges to create rich and wholesome meaning. A wink, a licked lip, a pinch and hip motions did their magic to the whole.

“How many boys have walked up this path in the evening to serve as a joyful release to a passionate commander of the town above? Uphill walks followed by strong buttplay with a great view are a good combination, trust me,” noted Alejandro aloud after a few additional minutes of silence.

“Did the flow go up the hill or down? Perhaps the exalted creature up top was the one who ascended to share joy and spread wisdom, whilst singing a neat tune that drew the very best boys to him. Such events have been described,” said Martin. 

Hugo cleared his throat and began to sing like a Medieval tavern bard in a codpiece.

“Boy of town and fisher boat,

you look to sky and wonder,

what words in ear settle would:

what to love, what now, what more,

stop I say, your questions hurt like thistle brush.

When and who, and what and where,

your manly search not tiny,

stare not into fuzzy clouds,

downhill such boys do tumble,

Stone and root on path both help and hurt, that’s life.

My song hear now, join our dance,

wiggle butt and grab a crotch,

come create, not wait on words,

myth and truth our body holds

like net, with toil you catch both in nature’s flows.

Create to feel given truth,

Boy of joy, love needs no why,

Play and toil with fellow boys,

Thus, my song and dance invite,

I foresee times and lands our boys understand  

Play and toil with fellow boys,

Play and hold the toy-like boys,

Play and toy with holding boys,

Play and moan, oh boys, oh boys,

Play and fill true and good with your fellow boys!

Like rod and butt, them you know,

Boys’ search and toil relax must,

Ground and truth eternal are,

Boy now blessed in love and butt,

Yet at sky he wonders: act I must, but what?”

Further up the hill, an unseen man cheered the tune. Hugo’s friends looked at their friend and smiled. Hugo could sing. Sexy.

“That was something,” declared Karl.  

“The Medieval bards and mystics set the bar high for us simple moderns,” answered Hugo.

A few minutes of silence followed. The five men walked more slowly. They tried to prolong the moment. They felt anxious, as if sand was moving through their fingers, which made them uneasy and unsure what to do with their bodies to stem the flow. 

Since at least the Bronze Age, energetic men in that uneasy state have searched for friction, competition, and battle. It can manifest as small and playful acts, as bullying behaviour, wars even, if a better venue for the urge is not found. 

Suddenly, on the path, Hermann pulled down Alejandro’s shorts and slapped the tanned buttocks. Alejandro pulled up his shorts and continued the hike. But Hermann needed a battle, so he did it again and slapped the buttocks again to create that unmistakable sound. Alejandro, who stumbled each time Hermann played his bugging game, pulled up his shorts again. When Hermann bared Alejandro the third time, the young man turned around, annoyed.

“Well then, off they go,” Alejandro said and removed his shorts entirely. On his feet were hiking shoes, around his waist and genitals were the transparent fabric of his jockstrap, but otherwise his lower body’s tender skin was out in the open. 

He kept on walking on the path, strutting even. Hermann and the others laughed at first and lightly teased Alejandro’s barely dressed state. They aimed a few lustful pinches at the butt as well.

Alejandro was committed to his provocation. No teasing would perturb him, so the buttocks remained bared. Even when the five men met two men on an evening ascent to Èze, Alejandro kept his shorts off. With a smug smile, he rather stopped, turned to look out over the Mediterranean, flaunting his naked pretty ass to the ascending men. Without a word spoken, but with knowing smiles, lingering looks and licked lips, the two men slowly walked past the five men on the path. Nature’s awesome substance and scenery come in many forms.

“God Almighty, are you trying to get us arrested here on our last day? There are laws, you know,” said Hermann, upset, once the two hikers walked around a bend.

“You kept pulling them off, so whatever, this is what you wanted, was it not, tough guy?” said Alejandro dismissively. Alejandro then bent over, as if he had to dust off his shoes, giving Hermann a view of precious and fuckable meat, illuminated by the soft evening sunlight.

Somewhere between consternation and animal fuck mode, Hermann grabbed Alejandro, lifted him off the ground, and placed him over his right shoulder, then carried the playful, revealed man off the path into the shrubs and trees alongside it. The other adventurers followed, and in less than a minute, they were all out of view from the path.

Sex sometimes happens after careful effort and a slow and steady escalation of intimate acts, as some crowning act of commitment. Sometimes sex happens to accomplish something, perhaps a trade, a sacrifice, or to deal with an itch. But sometimes sex happens, entirely in the moment, entirely without external justification. It just pops into being, like a quantum fluctuation in a vacuum, bringing it about by all appearances and relevant laws of nature, in a random fashion.

The descent from Èze, as far as we can tell, followed that path of the mystically creative.

When Hermann leaned down to place Alejandro on the ground among the shrubs, the man in jockstrap, who by no means was a weak or limp boy, wrapped his legs around Hermann and flipped himself on top, and Hermann rather on the ground. With his naked ass placed right on Hermann’s groin, Alejandro began a frenetic back and forth hip motion, giving Hermann’s dick underneath the shorts some rough stimulation. 

With a helpful tug from Karl, Hermann’s shorts and underwear flew off and his dick swung out, erect from the range of naughtiness in the previous minutes. Alejandro climbed on the dick, with a deep breath took the tip inside himself, and then began a rapid and wild power-bottom’s ride of Hermann.

Hugo dropped his shorts and bent over to begin sucking and licking on his two friends bodies, from Hermann’s ear, neck, nipples and down to the pubes, and then from Alejandros’ bobbing dick up to his belly button, arm pits, neck, and pretty lips, and then back and forth. If it was part of Hermann’s and Alejandro’s strongly manly bodies and in need of loving tongue attention, Hugo was on it. 

A man like Martin must act when near parted buttocks as handsome as Hugo’s. So while the Frenchman was using his mouth on Hermann and Alejandro, Martin used Hugo’s butt to feel the glorious grip of butt around his dick. Martin did not hold back, and kept the same pace and thrust as Alejandro’s riding.

Karl dropped all his clothes and took whatever position was in most need of an added piece of firm and warm male flesh. So for a while he sat on Hermann’s face and gave him a muscle butt to eat on. Then he stood up and gave Alejandro dick to suck on. Then it was back down, so that Karl could choke on Hugo’s dick in a rhythm set by Martin’s pushes. Finally, to give Martin maximum release, Karl skillfully pried two fingers between Martin’s buttocks and twiddled and toyed with the groaning man until he thrusted and throbbed like crazy.

It was a quick, wild and joyful event of supreme male sex noises. No words, just bodies. It was exactly the right kind of grounded, primordial abandon that the handful of minutes needed to be filled with, or whatever time unit applied. They felt joy. They smiled.

Further up the hill, an unseen man cheered the tune. It was unclear where the source of the sound was, or if the five men had been visible in their excited actions, or if only their full-spectrum fuck noises had travelled beyond their secluded space. At least, their joyful acts had been in part accessible to the senses of some observers elsewhere in this world.

The five men laughed, put on their clothes, and returned to the path. They walked at a quicker pace and soon arrived at the train station, from where they would go to Nice for a night of sleep before returning north to the city by the Seine.

“I wonder what Monsieur Dumont has in mind for the future,” said Karl. “I sense that we have barely scratched the surface, and although we have gotten things done, we are novices still. A method this potent can do a lot of good in the world.”

“True. But I wonder what reasons guide those who have been obstructing us,” added Hermann. “Monsieur Dumont could have been a bit more forthcoming on what all that was about.”

“That guy we caught in Milan, for example,” added Martin, “he was given a fine for his recklessness, but that was it. He needed to be interrogated the Medieval Milanese way, if you ask me. But he was just let go. Was he alone? I doubt that. Was he only out to sniff our underwear? Hardly! My underwear has been sniffed many times, and I could tell that that guy was out for more.”

“Maybe I am merely channelling the French élan,” interjected Hugo, “but I want to get to the bottom (or is it the top) of the philosophy of the method. It is real, this is not just some delusion. The good and proper sensations we have swirled in are proof thereof. Still, what follows? Treatises are waiting to be written, tomes, magnum opuses perhaps!”

“I haven’t figured out yet what your story about your well equipped friend was about, the guy with the violin and his dick in tight Asian ass. It is all very confusing, so before a tome is written, deal with the basics first,” said Martin.

“Oh well, what’s an intricate and meandering adventure? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull and boring, and completely… completely wonderful,” said Alejandro theatrically. 

“Eternity is all around,” said Hermann and readjusted his dick inside the shorts.

“If so, as men of the path, keep it good, keep it happy.”

“We deserve answers. Do we need answers?” said Karl as the train station came into view.