Heaven Tastes Like Peaches

From that incident in the barn, Konrad thought only of Domejczuk. It wasn't long yet, so it's no wonder he hadn't had time to cool down, but he felt he was paying a little too much attention to it anyway. He slowed his pace a bit and let Sławek walk a little ahead of him. That way, he could sneak a glance at his neck and back - sweaty, covered in dust, yet strangely alluring. Sławek shifted his gaze to his slender arms that flipped the parcels effortlessly, marveling at their strength completely invisible at first glance.

Sławek Domejczuk was slim, but they were very similar to Konrad's height, so he didn't seem small, but thin. The sweat stains on his T-shirt weren't yet dry, and the T-shirt itself - faded, dirty, sloppy and torn out of his pants - ended exactly where the pants began to touch his buttocks. Konrad's gaze stopped there for a long moment, attracted by an almost animal magnetism.

No, no, no, am I crazy?

I think so, he realized, swallowing hard. He felt such unease in his crotch that he was sure that in a moment everyone would notice the bulge between his legs. Everyone, like everyone else, especially since no one was passing by, but it would be weird if Sławek noticed them. As if it wasn't weird now, he thought. It felt like it used to be when they were shown a movie on mammalian reproduction in a biology class. If he didn't immediately relieve himself, he felt he would explode.

"Listen, I'll turn here for a moment" Konrad informed Sławek.

"What? For what?"

"I feel like pouring," he explained.

"We'll be home soon ..."

"Come on, what do I, child, that I need a toilet seat? Bushes are not enough for me?"

"No, of course. Should I wait…?"

Konrad snorted.

"Maybe still hold my hand? Cool, I won't get lost. I can see your house."

"Ok" agreed Sławek and left immediately.

Konrad looked around to see if there was anyone nearby, but only two black and white cows were looking at him curiously, lazily chewing the grass. People fled the rain, and now that everything was wet, they had nothing to come back for. Nevertheless, with a flush burning his cheeks, Skalski stood so as not to give the spectacle to someone passing by by chance. He unbuttoned the fly, on which his penis was already pressing hard and let his penis jump out energetically from his briefs. A little embarrassed, he realized that it was the last bell. A shiny drop of liquid appeared on the head.

This state was achieved by Sławek, definitely and irrevocably. The boy was very sexy, although he probably didn't realize it. His movements, his body, but most of all his face and delicacy in his way of being, were extremely sensual. Sky-blue eyes, shapely lips, slender neck and buttocks hidden under the tight material of trousers ...

Konrad's penis was drowned in his hand, which dealt with the tension efficiently. After all, this wasn't the first time he had to help himself. Skalski's breathing quickened. A sigh escaped from his chest. Before his eyes was Sławek, sweating, flushed, mixed with the penis growing in his pants. He imagined him sliding his fingers into his hair and digging his lips into his wet, seductively gaping lips. He feels its hardness on his hip. Sławek returns the kiss, wet, intense, hot like a solar wind and whispers in his ear the sensual "take me".

It was enough.

A spasm of orgasm pierced Konrad's body and white streams fell on the grass wet from the downpour. Breathing heavily, he rested his hand and the trunk slowly finishing his fingering.

He was relieved, a little, at least physically. But something felt painfully in his chest and overwhelmed him with anxiety.

It was just an imagination. Only imagination. And how wonderful would it be to experience it in real life?

No, they couldn't. He was the only one who got horny for Sławek, not the other way around. There, in the barn, it was pure coincidence or it was just his imagination. Rorgt?

What if not?

What if Sławek thinks similarly to him?

Konrad bit his lower lip, feeling his heart beat harder. What if he is actually attracted to Sławek? Can he have any hopes for more than just a fantasy then? Can they both actually do so in real life?

Skalski kicked the grass irritably.

Why can't he stop thinking about it?

***

Water stopped dripping from Sławek's hair. It was so warm that the stains the drops had left on his white T-shirt were already dry. A white T-shirt is embarrassing, Skalski decided, but on Domejczuk, who put it on after the shower he took after returning from the field, it looked very good. Sławek did not try to be fashionable. He did not pay attention to his appearance at all. He was just natural, real, which made him even more dangerous.

They were sitting with the cauliflower soup Inga had brought a moment ago. It was warm and very tasty. It was different from the one Konrad ate in restaurants and was a bit like the one his mother made, although she rarely cooked something like that. His father was a supporter of a more exquisite cuisine, so if it is cauliflower soup, it must be in the form of cream. This one here had distinct pieces of vegetables that you could chew with your teeth and taste each of them.

When Skalski returned home, Domejczuk was just taking a shower. Cold, he explained, because to keep the water warm, you had to fire in the stove. But with such heat, it was a problem. For Konrad, however, it was a good solution, because as soon as he saw a freshly washed Sławek with water dripping from his hair, he could not stop his body from reacting again. So he took the opportunity to take a cold shower right after his colleague.

Wiping his hair with a towel, Konrad Skalski saw a girl getting on a bicycle through the window, and the aroma of soup spread across the kitchen. He immediately felt butterflies of hunger in his stomach, so he took it with an appetite. He was about to finish when a signal from the phone informed him about the new text message. When he read it, he felt completely lost.